[DarkForbidden-Love]

The hardest part of her idea was finding a bartender familiar with street rats. She did not oftend access the sewers and did not know any of the ones with access to the sewers personally. Here tuned into the conversations that were happening around her in attempt to overhear a conversation that would give her some insight.

[littl3chocobo]

he was not sure of the enchantment though he was sure one was used, his head had felt epmty at that moment of everything but those eyes, he could not tear away until the other had left him. there was something suspect about the whole exchange

[Poggio]

Rococo waltzed into the tavern like he owned the place. He brushed past several ruffians to get to the bar and hopefully get himself some of the gruel of the day. Among those he brushed past was a young lady sitting at the bar. She looked as thought she was waiting for something. He paid her no mind after his quick glance over but like his luck to day, Rococo found himself in possession of the purse the girl had stolen. To him he assumed he had just gotten himself a free lunch.

[DarkForbidden-Love]

Hera felt like rolling her eyes, they had stolen the purse. The empty purse, she was not stupid enough to actually leave her money in the purse, it had already been hiden for retreaval another day. But the fact someone had stolen her purse said she was on the right track, time to check if the entrance was out back.

[littl3chocobo]

having followed a safe distance behind the other he saw the whole exchange, yet another tie to the mysterious theif, this day was getting more and more interesting as it went on

[Poggio]

To his dismay the purse was empty, but that did not matter. The funds simply came from other person near by with out them even realizing it. As Rococo waited for his food he pulled out his new shiny apple and new knife and started to peel away at the apple. The young girl looked as if she was expecting something and to Rococo, was hardly old enough to be in a tavern. He narrowed his eyes watching her. When she left heading towards the back, he decided that it would be more amusing to make it harder for her to leave. Using the same magic that brought him things, Rococo took a deep breath. His eyes glazed over till he was in a trance.

Out of the back of the tavern there came a horrific scream. One of the wenches burst her way through the back door. Followed behind her was a gruesome creature, made of shadows blood and teeth. Its claws bore into the wench dragging her into the ground and then devouring her. More creatures like the first started to emerge from the corners of the bar. The one that came from the back settled its eyes on the young girl a long with a few others.
Rococo blinked, he silently munched on his apple while feeding on the confusion and chaos around him.

[DarkForbidden-Love]

Hera looked at the beast then cursed, "My luck it seems is failing, would you not agree, dämon?" She questioned, her voice soft. "It doesn't matter to you though." A small knife appeared in her hand, "You better not be blessed." She calmly informed the monster. She then walked close to the beast and engaged it in a fight. Hera was careful not to get to close to the claws she had a feeling something would happen if she did. Hera suddenly saw the night sky with stars and almost got hit by the creature.

She did not dwell on it to long, careful not to fade out of the fight again. She noticed that several more of the monsters had moved in on her. If they targetted her, then who controlled them?

Risa sat upright. She could have sworn there had been monsters around the bar. Risa then relized she was looking for monsters and that she was on her roof not in a bar. "Strange," She murmered, "That dream seamed so real...almost like I was the one fighting." Obviously she was more tired then she relized to have mistaken dream for reality even after waking. Risa still could not shake the feeling something bad had just happened.

[littl3chocobo]

he licked his lips, this was a new magic to him to summon shadow and have it manifest to quickly and with that power? he had to get to the boy. clearing his mind of everything but the pure and gentle tinkle of a brook he played in as a child he stepped straight into the havoc. he did not open his eyes or listen to the sounds around him, he thought of nothing but the glint of water heard nothing but the babble of wet over rocks. his eyes sprang open as he bumped gently into the child. he quickly grabbed the kid and leaned in close to keep from looking into those eyes whispered 'call them off please'

[Poggio]

Rococo had closed his eyes while he sat the bar. While he gave the appearance of eating an apple, he was really drinking in the souls that his shadows devoured. That was until he was touched. His eyes shot open and he made that strange hissing sound trying madly to escape from the person who was touching him. Purity burned, it burned like paper to fire. His eyes reeled around to the same gentle man that he had bumped into earlier. “What! Didn't I tell you not to touch me.” He said through gritted teeth. He saw nothing to gain by putting away his monsters. If the man did not let go of him soon he would taste the steel he had stolen from him. “What do you want?”

[littl3chocobo]

"to walk away with one less mystery, i will let you go if you call them off" he felt blood run down his side from an errent nail but he did not think on it he could not lose his concentration

[Poggio]

“That is all? You want to sedate your curiosity?” Rococo's lips turned into a sneer. In a flash he had produced the blade he had stolen from the man. He elbowed the man harshly in his ribs pulling his arm opposite of the way the mans fingers were clenched around it. Swiftly with his free hand the welded the blade aiming for his gut.

[littl3chocobo]

he could not keep the boy captive and still remain unharmed so weighing his choices he took the blow the best he could, it did not sink far for it was of his own blood and could not kill him but it bit all the same and blood welled over it. he clenched his teeth the best he could and re-pinned the boy's arms this time in a full crushing hug he did not care if the other was hurt in the action, from the continued destruction of the inn obviously it was not so bad, but with his concentration broken the shadow-goloms began to notice him

[DarkForbidden-Love]

Hera smirked when she felt the fluxuation in the continous magic strean. Whoever was the summon had been distracted from controlling the creatures, "Return," She whispered and drove her knife into the monster's chest. Hera was not a practicer of the magic arts but she still knew giw to return creatures to their realm of orgin when they had no focaused controller. Her knives actuaally did all the work but the world did not need to know that. Having dispatched one of the creatures successful she continued stabbing any who came near her. Once those who had focaused on her had been returned to their own realm Hera took a glance around.

Everyone was distracted by the remaining creatures so Hera escaped the building without being noticed, merely one more fleeing civilian.

[Poggio]

Rococo let out a whoop of triumph but it was short lived as the man hugged him. The burning was sudden and pain was writhing its way up his spine. The blood that spilled over onto his hand bubbled up leaving something that resembled a 3rd degree bun. As the shadows took notice of their masters distress, he frantically waved his hand sending his sentries back into the shadows from wince they came. The smell of blood rose from the debris of the tavern. He wiggled trying to break free of the bleeding man. “Stop touching me!” Rococo tried something that was usually reserved for desperation. He head butted the man, pressing his head against the mans forehead. A black glyph appeared on his head. The black glyph turned into a dim purple light. If his spell worked he should have been transported far away from Rococo.

[littl3chocobo]

he felt the magic and grew sick, it was strong for sure and foreign too from the feel of it, but it was dark and reacted with the last of his defense and mixed dangerously with his natural magics,
his head felt as if it would explode and he could taste bile in his throat. belatedly it occurred to him that it was a relocating spell, completely counteractive to his own finding macic. he prayed then to a goddess he stopped believing in that wherever it took him he'd be able to take the boy rather than leave his arm behind. he passed out.

[Poggio]

The hands did not let him go. He panicked. His spell was to late to try and control and it was not his fault. He realized this all too late as the light embraced him painfully. Rococo's eyes rolled to the back of his head as both of their bodies slumped into the portal he had created. They fell through the dimensions landing harshly in the rubble of some strange Ancient ruins. Small wisp of smoke slithered away from Rococo's body in the area where he and the strange man lay intertwined with each other.