[CupcakeDolly]

Rue didn't need to read the man's thoughts to sense that he was feeling hesitant about traveling with her. She hardly blamed him, as she was too aware of how she must seem to everyone else around her. Then again, who was he to judge her? It wasn't his place anyway, being a hired hand. For a moment she wasn't sure whether to admire him for his cautious contemplation, or to distrust him for it.

Rue matched Lev's gaze until her food arrived in front of her, and she awarded the staring bar worker a grateful half-smile as he backed away from them. "What do you think?" She answered Lev simply and vaguely, before ravenously digging in to her meal.

[Serra Britt]

Feenai watched as the man left and joined Ruebella. Perhaps because of the alcohol or the fact that she felt she needed to face things, she took a deep breath and then approached their table. She placed both palms on the table to announce her presence and looked Ruebella straight in the eyes as she began to speak. "I don't expect you to accept this but I offer you my help. Everyone is always looking for information and I happen to know how to find out things, so if you need something found out that you may not need to be kept secret, I offer to do it for you. I just want to know more things about everything. And..." Feenai lowered her voice just a bit, "I am sorry for the empty threat before. That was very low of me and I will not do such a thing. I can't keep you out of my mind so you know I won't openly lie to you either."

With that, Feenai spun on her heel and marched off back to her original table, finding a waiter on the way and ordering a fourth flagon as well as a little bit of food to eat. I'd better get my strength up, especially if I just made Ruebella angry at me again.

[Suzerain of Sheol]

As Feenai returns to the table, Shealtiel sets down his half-finished drink, sitting straighter in his chair. To the three of them, he inquires, "Have we established our next course of action yet? I see our friend from Tsavo has acquired a new stock of... supplies. It might be best for the rest of you to do the same; I need little, myself, but if we're to travel together, I'd prefer you all to be adequately equipped."

[Espy]

Dante blew out a stream of smoke, then sat up slowly. Gahh...my fingers are freezing. That the old man was talking to the rest of the people (he refused to lump himself into any collective "group") didn't escape his noticed: the snaking purple aura drifted towards the bright red one, the others, and the lion. Meh. They're probably glad I'm out of the way, huh.

[Serra Britt]

Feenai looked around as she listened to the old man's words. "I kind of agree with him. There's not much I know how to use but I can probably find some place for the rest of you to find some extra weapons or something. Hey...where did Dante go? Did he leave because of that Tsavo guy?"

[Funkduder]

Michael didn't take the time to answer Jeanne's question. In fact, he barely took more notice than necessary to catch Dante's coin purse. Whispers blew past Michael's ears as the world around him seemed to speed up and then fade to black.
"Take them,"
"Spirit away,"
"Back to your home,"
"To Babylon!"
Michael dragged his formless body across his mentality. Battles that he's never fought. Women that he'd never slept with. And dying. The experience that killed him every time. Literally.
It wasn't long until the true meaning behind the memories came to the limelight. Michael hadn't experienced the feeling for 4 years.
"My parents," Michael thought to himself, putting all of his concentration back into the psychic block.
The feign memories faded although the pain was still there, and Michael looked around, noticing the gunman of Tsavo, Jeanne, Feenai, and Bella who was across the room.
Altiel was looking at him as though asking him something important, but he never heard it.
"I have to get away! A crowded area like this isn't safe."
"Excuse me," Michael softly spoke, weaving through the other patrons at the tavern, including the rest of the group. He brought the bag of coins with him, leaving what he estimated as a sufficient amount for the bartender, and then looked up to find Dante on the roof.
...
He joined him after a minute of effort.
"Do you have another smoke?" he asked. He needed to calm down, and having 'one on one time with Jez'ebel' wasn't going to make him feel any better.

[Espy]

Dante turned towards the voice, then asked the artificer, "...Something wrong? You're not feeling well..."

He rubbed his fingers against his palm, trying to nullify the rather chilling effects of three madras's, and passed the wavering silvery aura a smoke and light.

[Salone]

Lev sat down at the table next to Rue, having to unsling his rifle to even do so. He laid it down in front of him, inspecting it idly as he spoke to her.

"You in for long journey. I will follow. But I no follow blindly. I gather you search. For something. You use the people, that is clear. That is not problem. I require need to know what you search for. I..."

Slaughter...

"I know that you have been doing hiding. You not like people. You from somewhere, somewhere dark. You have been above ground shortly? Where is it-"

You hunger! They are surrounded by food but you are surrounded by your cattle! Take them! Chase them! Pull them down! Tear them apart! Sink your teeth in to their flesh! Run them down! Find the meat from before! Consume the pure one! Devour them all!

Lev put a hand to his head, pausing his speech to apply pressure to a slight headache. He turned his head, eyeing Feenai from across the room. His eyes stared at her form, considering just how tender her muscles must be. How easily he could strip the meat from her bones. Just how easily his teeth could separate her trachea from her neck, how the metallic tasting blood would gush from the wound, how...

He turned back around quickly, beginning to pant a bit. He quickly grabbed Rue's drink, downing it quickly to try to either calm or distract himself from whatever it was he was experiencing. After he finished, he slammed the cup back down. He spoke in a low growl, giving his employer a glare.

"We must leave very soon. People not good for me as well."

[Funkduder]

Michael took the smoke but rejected the light.
"Don't waste your fuel. I got it," he said, lighting it using the laser on torch mode. "We'll probably be having psychic company soon enough, and being a man who can hold his own by talent alone, I figured that you can be good company for now. Besides, it's less crowded. Psychics can be deadly when you don't know the general whereabouts, at the very least." Michael breathed heavily, nearly choking on the smoke.
"By the dead god, no matter how many of these things I smoke, they never calm me down!" he said feeling a bit more jittery than before.
"Sorry for stealing one off of you," he said handing Dante the coin bag. "I just know them; that's all, and because of that, they have an edge on me."

[Espy]

"That why I gave you the bag in the first place. And careful, don't go too..." He paused. Er...what am I thinking again. "...Nevermind."

He twisted, cracking his back in the process with an "Ow. Shit. That hurt," and hooked out a couple of vials from his pouch. "Where do you think I'd be able to find some quick vitamin B? I'm out, and don't really feel like accidentally poisoning people with cyanide. Speaking of which, I'll have to get myself a better blade or two. I lost my pack and two swords on my way over from Babylon..." ...and I'll need some decent stuff if that man is going to be around the psychic...

[CupcakeDolly]

First, Ruebella listened to the weak psychic woman as she ate, genuinely surprised at the audacity and boldness she had decided to show after exhibiting such a ridiculously emotional reaction the previous night. However, after she had walked away, Rue simply continued on with her meal. She was willing to admit internally that she may have misjudged the girl, but she was not willing to sacrifice any energy on dragging along a half-formed psychic with no means of defense, nor was she willing to wait until the woman had developed either trait completely.

As Lev began talking to her, Rue frowned and held a hand to her head almost at the same time that he did. The voice overlapping his thoughts wasn't coherent enough to understand, but as ever it sounded angry... and hungrier than before. She followed his gaze toward the other psychic, then promptly stood.

"Keep that under control," she hissed, if only to alert his second voice to the fact that she could hear it. She gratefully took the distraction as a deterrent from his questions. "Do not cause trouble while we are still around humans, do you understand me? And yes," She picked up her things, abandoning her mostly-finished plate, "I think it is time for us to leave."

[Salone]

Standing up slowly, Lev slung his rifle back over his shoulder. He took another look around the room, eyes going back to their original group.

In time...

Lev nodded to himself, not really sure what the words had meant. He had remembered a headache, and possibly stealing the girl's drink. He nodded at Rue to excuse himself, and strode back to the table where everyone else was sitting. He passed a glare between them all, allowing for an awkward pause before he spoke.

"What are your plans from here?"

[Suzerain of Sheol]

Rising from his seat with deliberate slowness, Shealtiel's eyes never leave Lev's. "I was about to ask the same of you," he says evenly. "If the two of you are planning to travel south, that armory you're wearing won't be enough, nor your companion's prodigious talents. Have you ever battled a demon? Not some waddling imp, but a true, black-blooded hellspawn? If you mean to come within a hundred miles of the Infernal Sea, you'll more than get your chance."

[Salone]

Lev grinned, giving the old codger a rather disturbing look. He had had some...experiences...with demons. He was sure of it. He couldn't recall the particular memory, but he remembered something. His voice changed once again, speaking in a clear tone instead of the usual halting speech.

"Demons are not my problem. And the way you talk, nothing that can be possessed can dispose of them. I can manage them. I will take my leave now."

He gave him a sneer disguised as a smile, walking back over towards Rue. He ordered her more than he spoke to her, forgetting his place for the moment.

"Let's go."

[Suzerain of Sheol]

Shealtiel watches Lev walk briskly away, one eyebrow arched. He apparently didn't care where we were going, after all...

There is something... off about the man from Tsavo. Several times now, Shealtiel has felt a stirring in the ether emanating from the man, but whatever it is, it hides itself well. Granted, he could quest for it and find out, but doing so would alert whatever presence was masking itself in the gunman's soul.

[CupcakeDolly]

While idly listening to the conversation between the two men, Rue glanced over her shoulder and studied the old man, hesitant to glean his thoughts - the elderly had a tendency to think in a jumbled mess, and his being a theurge of Sheol surely wouldn't improve matters. She found it difficult, then, to determine whether he might have any other motives.

As Lev approached and gave his order, Rue's eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms stubbornly, then after a moment's pause she said, "The old man has a point. I have never known a dark spirit to fall before a few tiny bullets." She glanced at the sword at her side. It had saved her life countless times, but it held no real sentimental value, and was an inadequate tool for what they were certain to face later.