The Dark Tavern

Shaking her head Hope gave Hoshi a smile and offered her a seat next to her. Sighing she once more took a sip of her hot cider. It filled all of her cold, shivering bones with a warm sensation.

Hoshi sat, her lips curling into a smile as well. But it wasn't the kind of smile Hope had. Hope gave a soul warming smile. Hoshi, on the other hand, gave smiles that usually meant trouble. But not this smile. This was a bit 'less evil'. She ordered some herbal tea from the waitress.

Hope sat back and shoved the finished cider away from her. "Maybe we should get a room from the night here. I heard a wandering bard giving a good recommendation to this place a while back," said Hope. She indicated the bustling room around her.

As soon as she recieved her tea, Hoshi took on small sip, and focused her attention on Hope. "Really? Why not. I hardly care," She spoke, stretching her black feathered wings out. "Maybe I can get some business...?" She pondered out loud, then took another drink of the steaming liqued.

"Which buisness again?" said Hope as she turned around to face her.

Hoshi did not turn to look at her sister this time. "Assasin," She muttered, drumming her slightly long finger nails apon the counter.

Name: Xornon Jay
Age: unknown
race: Human
occupation: bounty hunter and master thief
Weapons: Two boot throwing knives, two pistols in shoulder holsters, a sawed-off shotgun in a back sling.
Appearance: Black cargo pants with soft leather boots (for silent movement), a blue under shirt, and a black full length, hooded cloak. He has a scar running from the left side of his hair line, across his face to the right side of his jaw. Long blonde hair, one deep green eye, and one steel blue eye.
Attitude: Is usually very reserved and quiet, but kind when you talk to him. His "job" requires him to be somewhat friendly and approachable (so his clients aren't scared away). Though, you can always see his eyes moving, scanning his surroundings, and possible ways out of possible situations.

"Not that again," said Hope with a sigh. "Can't you try a different job for once? That's not the best job in the world. You can get more money working somewhere else."

Hoshi cracked a grin, revealing two rather sharp looking fangs. "I like it; I'll try side jobs sometime, but I actually do make a good bit of money."

"Why don't you work here?" Hedi gestures her hand toward the tavern around her. "A sign out there said they needed help and gave a reasonable fee."

"Perhaps," She muttered. "But I might be called out for a mission," She replied, shrugging carelessly.

"Hoshi," said Hedi with an exaggerated yawn. "No matter what I say; you never quit that job!"

Hoshi took another sip of her tea. "What can i say? I like it. You dislike it of corse...but I cannot quit. I'm sorry," It sounded like she meant it. Hoshi was never, EVER this kind to another soul.

"Well, I gotta go. God offered me a promotion on the West Gate as commander. It's my first day, I'm so excited and I don't wanna be late," said Hedi.

Hoshi nodded absently. "Best of luck, sis," She said, winking. "Try and get back not too late. But i might be...out,"

"Gotcha. How about we meet back at this tavern? That sound ok?" asked Hedi.

Her cloak had only reached the fair depths of her waist. Flaring up as the wind blue intently upon her form. She shuddered once, but only once from the bitter cold, letting her feet guide her toward the gentle hue of the tavern just ahead. The warmth it seemed to so willing offer beaconed her forward. Though that wasn't the only reason, there would be people within, and where their was people, surely there would be their money pouches as well. Her lips curled up into an amused smile, a chuckle forming at the base of her throat.

Each step she took outlined with her boots digging into the soil, soon becoming muffled against the floor boards of the steps. Her leather gloved eased its way through the depths of the fabric cloak, easing the door open with a gentle push. Slipping withing it was just how it seemed, as wonderful as ever. Her eyes scanning over the horizon of patrons, she made little haste to find a seat. A hand moving up to brush a few droplets of dew here and there from her form, then finally pushing her hood back.

Slipping along the lengths of her shoulders and dangling just at her back. Ah, the sweet melody of each person's voice, to some would find annoyance, to her it was all just the same. Her hair was cut short just at her jawline. Marked in streams of glitter and a few clips here and there. It shown a beautiful brown, yet gleamed a bronze when the light struck it just perfectly.

Her cheeks mimicing that of rosemary from the could, she dindn't now seem to mind all that much. Her slightly pointed ears rising at the sound of hoof beats. Spoke too soon she guessed. A sigh following her chest, up and down. A gentle rhythm.

Xornon walked through the rain, he blonde hair matted to his face. As he walked down the small path in the woods, he noticed the small ache in his stomach. It had been days since he had eaten anything. Just as he began to wonder where his next meal would come from, he saw a light down the path. As he moved closer, he saw it was a small tavern. Walking up to the door, he took one of his pistols and put it in his cloak sleeve, getting it ready, just in case one of his many enemies were inside. Walking in, he was shocked at the size of the inside. It was huge compared to what he saw from the outside. A wall of different smells hit him. The smell of dozens of different liquors mixed with smoke was a welcomeing atmosphere. He walked over to the bar and sat down. "Hey bar keep, can I get a tall glass of whiskey?" Once his drink had arrived, he gulped at it, and turned to around at the different occupants, the light from the fire cast an almost erie shadow off the scar across his face.

She folded down into the locks of her chair, after of course pulling it out for herself. Her foot caught just at the edge, she guided it to her and fell in. Her body taking its form she arched herself a bit. Hand traveling up the length of her thigh to feeling the cool bitter bite of her hilt. The dirk would come in handy, just in case something was to stir, but most likely not.

Her free hand tugging into her silk pouch, she managed to yank free a few coins. Setting them down before her with a click. Her voice carrying over the voices of most.

"RoseWine if I may beg of it," her accent almost carried fully, yet it remained soft and mistaken.

Brushing a few strands away from her eyes she then began to count her earnings, it had been rather slow that week. Not much to brag for, but at least enough to live off of for the moment. If she must, she would take her chances out in the rain, at least she could build a fire to keep her company. Much less it being a better companion then most in the tavern.

Hoshi nodded curtly at her sister. "Right. See you," She replied.

Most uninterested, Hoshi watch two new figures enter the tavern. She resumed drumming her finger nails, black feathered wings setting of a dark glow in about a 5 foot radius. She carelessly brushed a strand of hair back, then rubbed her pale hands together.