Description
Name: Isis Reign
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Physical Description: Beautiful emerald eyes peer intently out between elongated lashes, which begin black but as they extend out, lighten to a reddish shade. Strands of faintly wavy crimson locks flutter against the sides of her bronze face, the rest spreading out across her shoulders in order to rest against her lower back. Even if one were to look closely, not a single imperfection could be seen anywhere on her flesh, save the sporadically placed freckles across her nose. Her lips are full, pouty and beautifully sculpted. At first impression, the very young looking female would appear too dainty to be a fighter. Every curve and strategically placed body part is there for a reason and she uses her looks as a deceiver. Beneath the feminine flesh reins a beast thatâs waiting patiently to be unleashed, figuratively speaking that is. Though she doesnât have bulky muscles, every inch of her is toned.
When forced to attend balls or other elegant engagements, Isis will most likely slip on a tight fitting, curve flattering black strapless black dress that floats just barely below her thighs, leaving little to imagination. However, on normal occasions she often wears a black shirt. The front closes with a silver zipper that runs from the very bottom to the top. Beneath the shirt is a pair of shorts that goes down a little past the shirt. She alternates the shorts with a pair of jeans, which flaunt her luscious curves. Finishing out the outfit is a pair of black thigh high boots with five inch chunky heels that show off just how long and toned her legs truly are. When sheâs wearing her jeans, she also wears a body fitting armor that although looks thin, it is very durable and can withstand a lot.
She has a butterfly tattoo on the right side of her waist. The butterfly colors consist of reddish-pink, blue, light blue, black, purple and light purple. The last tattoo she has is the kanji symbols of her human servants name; Jason. The name is tattooed across her right wrist.
Dangling down from a silver chain is a three tiered diamond pendant each jewel wrapped in pure silver. On her left wrist is a pure silver watch, the face of it analog style. On her left thumb, she wears a silver ring with a butterfly that stands out, the colors matching her tattoo perfectly. When she wears her hair up, in braids, or pigtails, she fastens it with silver clips. A pair of sleek silver sunglasses dons the top of her head; the lenses are a reflective metallic blue shade.
Personality
The moment Isis was born, her mother announced that her little angel had been brought forth to save her father. Mainly however, her personality all depended on who was asked. Those that hated or feared her indicated that she was a sadomasochistic bitch, who tortured anyone that got in her way. She was more of a sadist than a masochist though. They also stated that she fed off the fear and lust of her victims and had a very wicked mind. Her loyal subjects claimed that while she was firm and at times an unforgiving individual she could be trusted to protect their lives with whatever means necessary. Her bastard of a father claimed she was a whore because of the way she acted and dressed. He of course will be explained more in her history, as will her mother. If she were to describe herself, she wouldnât deny the things said about her and would add that she was stubborn and always got what she wanted, and that she was a siren, who relies on very corrupt magic. Most that feared her mind, also knew to be wary of her temper since it was quite fowl.
Cruelty is another description Isis was given when she was young by her remaining family members. The angelic traits that her mother witnessed in her never really surfaced. The only time she let it out was when she was either alone in her chambers or with Jason. Thanks to her inheritance, she had more money than she needed and often uses it to throw balls and other elegant affairs. Because of her wealth, she never had to worry about being seduced into doing something she didnât want because she needed the cash. However, when approached with other wants especially when it comes to her darkest desires, she found it difficult to say no. Potently powerful, Isis found it easy to make people give her more. However, Isis was the one that generally did the seducing being a siren 'n all.
Equipment
**Specialized gauntlets** Isis prides herself on her perfectly sculpted hands so, often times when sheâs in a brawl, sheâll wear the gauntlets that were given to her as a birthday gift. Instead of having solid fingers, there are claws for each digit. The claws can be detached in order to shoot out at her opponents. The blades are always sharp and clean themselves automatically.
**Scimitar Short Swords** Two of a kind, these swords fit snuggly in each of her boots, the hilts resting against her thighs. The short blade has a pronounced recurve, and the pommel and guard are hand-dimpled for texture.
**Scimitar Sword** Though the blade is almost 5 inches at its widest point, the sword is well balanced, no matter if you use one or two hands because it has an unique pommel design. The blade was hand forged over hot coals and the wooden handle is separated by brass spacers. The perfectly matched sheath keeps the weapon safe against her left side until sheâs ready to use it.
**De Satchel** Yep, just what it says⊠itâs a satchel of different potions and poisons to use on her opponents.**
**Dagger**She also has the dagger she used to kill her father. This special memorable weapon is kept against her back, the straps hooking into her belt, which also holds her sword.
**Long Sword** This sword is rather plain, with a straight but reinforced blade. It is held in a spine sheath that hooks around her arms as well as into her belt. Her long hair covers up the hilt of it, keeping it completely hidden until itâs needed.
**Bag âo torturing tools** Again, as it states, a bag full of tools that she implements when torturing someone whether it be for information or just pleasure.
History
Since the moment Isis was born, her father Markus constantly told her that she was a massive mistake. He oozed with distain towards her and she lost count of the number of times he attempted to assassinate her. Juliana, her mother was the only caring immediate family member she had. If Isis was a mistake, Juliana never mentioned it. In fact, whenever Markus spoke against Isis, her mother faced his wrath and rebutted him. Of course, this made the controlling man rather pissed off and ultimately led to Julianaâs downfall. The jerk hired a hit man to kill the two females in his life, but the idiot wasnât a professional. Instead of hitting either one, he nailed one of the servants in the head. The poor man was found floating in a nearby lake, his body missing important pieces. The next assassin that was hired was an expert marksman and though he missed Isis, her mother wasnât as lucky. This forever warped her mind and bit by bit, her personality did a complete turn-around. Hatred filled her broken heart and she began taking it out on family members and anyone else that deemed it their business to make her life difficult.
When she turned eighteen, it was decided that the man that called himself her father was going to die. Every night around eight Oâclock he settled himself down in the den, drank many glasses of his own special formula while his hired prostitutes would pleasure him on his command. Isis knew that around midnight, he would be passed out drunk and the bitches would be long gone, each locating a servant to cure their horny bodies. So, it was around one that the vengeful female made her way into his room with torturous thoughts rampaging through her mind. To keep him from moving, she tied his wrists and ankles to the bedposts, using his own belts. Once she was confident that he was secure, she gagged his mouth with a pillow case. Knowing that it would be more satisfactory for her if he was awake, Isis slapped him until Markus struggled to open his eyes. A number of emotions slid across his eyes, easily read by her. This of course pleased her immensely. When he realized he was tied down and gagged, the verbally abusive male used all of his strength to try and break free. He quickly found out that he couldnât and though he didnât quit immediately, it was obvious in his facial expression that he knew he was doomed. Picking up a dagger from the nightstand, Reign traced it down her fatherâs neck. His discomfort made a sinister grin appear upon her face and without warning; she cut open his shirt, exposing his muscled chest. Whatever was going through his mind wasnât even close to what was drifting through hers. The edge of the weapon pressed against him, the tip beginning just below his throat. Before he could even scream, she had forced the blade through his skin and flesh, forcing the thing as deep as she could while cutting down to his navel. Blood spewed from the wound, but it wasnât enough to satisfy her. She was soon making deep gashes on his arms, legs, and sides, ignoring his muffled screaming. The more she cut, the more he shouted and begged for her to stop. His pathetic sound made her want to do more, which she did. The sheets, floor, and of course her body was covered in crimson goodness. Since the area around his intestines was shredded, she decided itâd be fun to disembowel him, and so she did. Once his guts were spewed outside of his body, she moved back to his chest. Re-positioning the knife above his heart, the sadist made a crude circle. Taking her sharp nails, she ripped out the flesh until the exposed beating organ could be seen. Realizing it was hidden behind the rib cage, Isis quickly broke the bones in her way, yanking them out of her way. Reaching down, she yanked it out, holding it in her hand for a brief second. Sneering at his dying form, Isis slammed the heart down to the ground, smooshing it with a chair.
Leaving his dead corpse, Isis calmly walked into her bathroom, showering in order to clean the blood off her. After she was clean and dry and of course, dressed in sleeping clothes, she called the police. She was able to convince them that a revengeful associate of her father had entered his room and killed him. They of course believed her and she soon inherited everything. The house was burned and a brand new mansion was built in its place. She also had a guest house built in addition to a pool, stables, and a fitness building. It was then that she began gathering loyal people and most of them stayed in the guest house. She also acquired a human servant who stayed with her. During this time she was given the opportunity to become immortal and she accepted the invitation. Her age along with her race has been kept secret from everyone and though she looks to be twenty, she is mentally much older than that.
So begins...
A regular to all kinds of different bars, Isis decided to give the Tarosi Casino, Pub, and Bar a go since it was its grand opening. Isis found herself sitting in a spot near the barkeep. Her favorite job in all places was to people watch, and she was quite excellent at picking out people that were apt to hook-up with each other. She also had the knack of picking out who was going to get into a fight with each other. One long leg crossed over the other and she leaned against the top of the sleek black counter to make herself a bit more comfortable. A black skin-tight dress clung to her slender frame, and there wasnât a single ounce of fat on her model body. Her red strands cascaded down her shoulders, stopping mid-back, and the bangs dipped slightly into her beautiful emerald eyes. She had been told more than once that she was a tall drink of water, and she enjoyed using her looks to play with men.
âEnjoying your first night, hmm?â
The barkeep only nodded and went about his business of wiping down the counter and fixing drinks for his waiters and waitresses to take to the patrons. The music sank into her bones, the thudding a welcome comfort to her ears. Finally ordering herself a kamikaze, Reign leaned back against the back of the seat and waited for the excitement to unfold. Things never dull for long that was for sure.
Her kamikaze was finished in a single gulp, and Isis enjoyed feeling the liquid cascading down her esophagus and into her stomach. Closing her eyes to savor the taste, the lithe female released a satisfied sigh and resumed watching those dancing and interacting with one another. The place was picking up, which meant she had a lot more individuals to watch curiously. Leaning forward a little, she twirled the cup around a bit before returning it over towards the barkeep who identified himself as Damon.
âDelicious, Damon.â
Damon nodded as he took her glass before shooting her thumbs up. Her gaze shifted towards another individual as he made his way down into the darkness. Studying him silently, Isis noticed the trench coat he was wearing. He had been smoking because she could smell the lingering scent on his clothing. He slid onto a stool near her current location, which caused her to move her gaze away from him. She focused instead on a couple of the dancers getting hot and heavy with each other. In the far corner a few were about to fight with each other, but two of the bouncers stopped the fight before it occurred. Damonâs voice was smooth like butter and cut through her wandering thoughts like a knife as he asked the man what he wanted to drink.
"A beer... and whatever that lady over there wants."
Damon nodded and moved away to grab a beer and fix Isis another kamikaze. Slipping the beer to the gentleman, he handed her the drink while shooting her a look that spoke volumes. Nodding towards him, she took the drink and leaned towards the unknown male. Before speaking, she picked up the shoot glass and emptied its contents into her mouth, once again letting the liquid descend down her throat. Licking her lips, Reign sat down the glass before turning just in time to see the male groping a waitress. Snorting, she slid to her feet and made her way away from him, heading towards the casino. She really wanted to gut the male, but didnât feel like being thrown into jail quite yet. Deep down she knew it would happen all in good time.
Jeremy tried to get the bird to leave the man alone, while at the same time greeting a new patron who entered, Isis. "Welcome to the 'Tarosi Casino, Pub, and Bar', my name is Jeremy Tarosi. We have a variety of entertainment set up, both right now and tonight. We also have exciting games, a wide variety of drinks and food, and we still have some open rooms, though I am told they are filling fast. If you need anything, just let me, or any of our staff know".
He then went over, congratulated Thomas on his winnings, then made his way over to the girl and hew owl again to resolve this issue with the book.
Char walked in calmly and jumped up to a seat at the bar, looking around, he was unsure why he chose to come to this place. He wasn't in need of food or drink, and he didn't have any physical currency upon him. He just sat calmly at the bar stool looking around at the people. He assumed that the man in charge of the place was currently busy, so he just sat at the stool quietly.
Brian looked up at Jeremy "I'm fine, thank you. It's nice to meet -" He suddenly tossed his book behind him, and it vanished in mid air as Shakespeare tried to take his book from him.
"Why did you have to go and do that? You ruined my drawing." he pouted, crossing his arms while looking at the owl before him.
Dori then turned and watched the situation, walking over to Tawny. "I see your owl has taken to meeting my nephew, Brian. Who was probably sketching you out of boredom." she said with a polite tone. "Oh, where are my manners? I am Dori Clockwork. Goddess of Time." she said with a bow. "And Brian is my nephew, the son of the God of Space." she said. She gestured for Brian to come closer, and he was suddenly next to them, standing within arms reach as if he had just teleported.
The young blue haired man looked at Tawny and gave her a bow. "Brian James, son of the God of Space. At your service." he said. Instead of shaking her hand like a normal human being (Which he wasn't even Human), he would gently clasp her hand in his and bring it to his lips, kissing the top of her hand gently.
After the introductions, Brian looked Tawny in the eye and would proceed to ask "Does your owl not like being drawn?" in a polite tone.
Isis was halfway to the casino when she was greeted by an overly happy male by the name of Jeremy Tarosi. It didnât take a genius to realize that he was the son of the owner or was a major prodigy. Either way, he probably wasnât someone she should get involved in considering the type of business she was in. Smiling politely, she listened to his spiel and wondered how long she should stick around the Casino before moving on to another area. The target she was supposed to hit didnât seem to be appearing, but it was still pretty early.
ââŠright then, nice to meet you too, JeremyâŠâ
Isis sighed, doubting if he even heard her considering he was already walking away towards others that were in the same vicinity. Shrugging a little, she moved towards some slots and sat down in front of a shiny game. It was difficult for her to sit still with her back to potential dangerous individuals, so the siren shifted her body in order to look around while playing a few games. Inserting a thirty-dollar bill, she started to play the odd game that had Witches and other odd things within the game. It didnât take her long to hit the jackpot and as she collected the tickets to cash in later, Reign couldnât help but yawn in boredom. She never was one for gambling and decided to head over to the pub and see what was crackinâ over there. Stopping at the cash gate, she cashed in her ticket and headed over to the pub. Sliding into a corner booth, she leaned back and watched people.
âMrr⊠where are youâŠ?â
Jeremy attempted to help resolve this issue. "Please, just keep the owl under control, and we will be fine". Jeremy was being extremely nice today. Anyone else probably would have kicked Tawny out a long time ago. He then looked at Brian. "Are you okay?"
Jeremy then proceeded to get any mess created form this ordeal cleaned up by the staff.
A man stood in the shadows, watching.
Jeremy went over to Isis again. "Sorry about that. Crazy day going on. So, is there anything else you might need help with?"
(Sorry for the rather short post. My brain died inside my head while writing this)
She was not having a good time, like most of the others, and the creature that resided deep within her soul was begging to be released. Not really wanting to be kicked out of the new place and possibly arrested, Isis knew better than to allow the thing to come out quite yet. No, she would wait until her target came and then the two would go to a hotel room that was registered under a fake alias. It wasnât her first rodeo and even though he was very late, she still remained quite cool and collected despite being slightly irritated.
âTwenty more minutes and then Iâm gone.â
Sipping on some water, Isis leaned back in the booth, her back pressed against the wall so that her feet could stretch out on the bench part of the seat. She was not only comfortable, but in this position, she could see everything. This way, no one could sneak up on her. She read far too many stories about assassins that ended up being taken out because they let their back become exposed. She was far smarter than that. Sighing, she glanced up just in time to see a white owl land on the edge of her table.
âWhat in the worldâŠ? Shoo, you filthy beast.â
She was just about to whack the bird with a nearby menu when a female came running over to the booth and spoke in a tone that obviously meant she no longer wanted to live because that was what generally happened when someone spoke in a condescending way towards Isis. Arching a brow before narrowing her emerald eyes towards the unknown woman, Reign released a low growl when the girl knocked over her water, the motion enough to send the damned owl into her lap. Grabbing a hold of the bird, Isis leaned forward and all but slammed it into the girlâs arms. It wasnât hard enough to actually injure it, but her point was hopefully made.
âYou have exactly three seconds to get the hell out of my face before I make myself girl and owl stew! If you ever speak to me in that manner again, it will be the last thing you do. Now get LOST.â Shifting her attention towards Jeremy, Isis just shook her head, anger very apparent upon her face.
Jeremy, after a ton of more guests, finally took a moment to sit down at the bar. Just for a moment, but it was worth it. "Maarat. Please, I am going to need something strong for tonight".
"How sugary?"
"Surprise me with something extremely strong"
"Alright...I cant be held responsible for the headache you are going to have in the morning".
"Please, I always have a headache".
Maarat made some sort of concoction, which smelled sweet and sugary and as if it would keep him going for another week. He drank the whole thing at once, and then got back to work.
He went back into the fray, greeting several more people, including going to greet Xas right as that woman with her owl collided into him. "Uhh, my name is Jeremy Tarosi, and are you okay?"
Suddenly, some song, "Workin for Dimes", started playing.
The cop flinched as his fingers were on the receiving end of a warning peck, and cocked an eyebrow at the protective owl,"Shakespeare, huh? Well then, my fine feathered acquaintance, I guess I'll just have to show you that I mean no harm." He chuckled lightly, allowing another friendly smile as he held open the door for Tawny,"Well, after you m'lady, and don't mind the fancy compliments. I just like to give credit where credit is due."
Once Tawny stepped inside, Xas would follow, instinctively scanning the crowd for the less-than-honorables, of which there seemed no short supply of. About that time what appeared to be a child reached the pair, introducing himself and asking if they were alright,"No worries for me, though I suppose I'll need to be offering reparations to the lady and her companion." He motioned toward Tawny in indication of 'the lady'. "I'm Officer Raeys with the NEA. While I have no official business in this location, I'd like the management here to be aware that I am in fact armed and would like official permission for my concealed weapon."
He wasn't too quiet about the information, and in fact pulled out his identification and badge, both of which would appear to be in the native language of whoever was reading it. For the moment, he wasn't Xas, the casual flirt, but rather he was Raeys, the officer of the law. "If needed I can wait here or outside."
Tawny turned to protest when she found out Xas wouldn't be eating with them. 'Your not going to eat with us?' for a moment she looked slightly dismayed as her thoughts turned to misunderstanding and misinterpretation. Had she imagined the flirting comments, she didn't have time to answer that, as she tensed up upon hearing he was a cop. Shed been drawn by a 15 year old that gave her the creeps, shed got into a pile of trouble with a far-from-friendly woman and now she had stumbled into a cop. What a day. She just smiled, and in a break of conversation uttered, 'You know, if your busy, I can just accept your apology, and leave you be. I have alot of stuff to figure out myself,' she explained. She felt slightly misplaced, she admitted that Xas was far from sore on the eyes, but how far would it get, and how quickly would it be before her persuers found her again? She glanced at Jeremy who was understandably not too pleased with her before deciding to enjoy the moment while she had it. She clasped Xas hand in hers after he'd replaced his ID and waited with him whilst he dealt with the issue of his firearm.
Tawny allowed herself to forget her doubts, the man she stood with was now clearer on his intentions, and as he squeezed her hand back she almost squirmed. Was this really happening. She was guided back into the bar area, and lost in her thoughts she forgot to look over at the corner booth where the previous engagement had took. As Xas gestured for her to sit she did so allowing Shakespeare to perch on the head of the seat next to her. 'Well I don't mean to pry, Xas, but I'd like to ask what your particular....hmm...branch specializes in, and how often you have to use that thing.' she asked incinuating the firearm he carried. Nervous, her fingers began to shake, and she instantly felt a twang of guilt. She shoved them under the table and spoke. ' I'm sorry, I've been having trouble lately, and well guns haven't been absent from the picture. That's why id feel a little easier in knowing your here to sit with me, rather than flashing around fake IDs only to gain my trust,and well...shoot me.' She must've sounded so stupid but if he was real then she could finally talk to someone. She looked absently at Shakespeare in search of reassurance. 'I know sweetie, settle yourself and rest, I'll wake you when dinners served.' she said stroking him with her finger.
"Alright. That's pretty coincidental though. Rumor has it The Taskforce recently set up on the planet as well. Anyways, should I open a tab for you then while I get you access to a room? And is there anything else you need?"
Jeremy found it rather strange, him showing up around the same time as The Taskforce. It could be coincidental, but still...
"Right. Well, I can be found anywhere on the main floor. If you can't find me, feel free to speak to an attendant. They can help you as well".
It was at that moment his phone started to ring. "Excuse me for a sec".
Jeremy walked over to a quiet corner and picked up. "Yes dad?"
"Just making sure you don't overwork yourself".
"Relax, I am fine".
"Really, because you sound a bit hyper".
"Just the Gand Opening. I am excited. Now stop worrying about me and get back to work".
"Well, I got you a gift. Got it during a deal with a friend. It's under the counter".
Jeremy hung up, and got back to work. The grand opening was always the hardest day, but Jeremy had practiced, and he had experience. He made his way to the counter, and found it. It was a silver, ruby eyed wolf ring. He put it on. "Cool".
Jeremy then continued to greet patrons, and waited to hear if someone needed him.
Isis was extremely pleased that the girl and her owl took the hint and hurried away from the table. Stretching back out, she grabbed a wad of napkins and cleaned up the water with a slight huff. Waving over the waitress, she ordered another water in addition to an entire pitcher filled with her favorite drink; kamikaze. She enjoyed being something other than a human because it meant she could drink as much as she wanted and still keep her head completely clear. Shifting her attention out towards the crowd that seemed to be thickening, the siren continued to search for her target. What she saw instead was a male with a gun smack right into the girl with the owl. Why was there someone wandering around with a gun? It was about this time that she wished she could read lips because she was very interested in what he had to say regarding the weapon.
Thereâs no way someone would know Iâm here, right? Unless I was betrayed of courseâŠ
Tapping her fingers against the table, she picked up the empty glass that accompanied her water and pitcher of booze and poured it full. It was larger than a shot glass, but it was the perfect size for her. Tossing the liquid back into her throat, she swallowed it and nodded in satisfaction. It was perfectly made and she had a feeling she was going to go through several pitchers before the person she was waiting for finally showed up. The owl girl and gunman was nearing her booth, but they took another one in one of the other corners. They were close enough that she could easily eavesdrop without appearing to do so, and that was exactly what the redhead did. She was glad to know that no one had ratted her out, but was extremely curious as to who would want to kill the girl and who the male was looking for. It looked like the place was going to get a lot more interesting, which suited her just fine.
Jeremy sat down, as for a moment there were no new guests and no one who needed his help. He wanted a hot shower, but there was no way to fit that in. He then got a call. He quickly picked up, and a yelling man answered. "Listen Raja, we both know I am paying you more then your worth, but of you really want to try that move, I can make it so people will hire you for only half your worth".
The man stopped yelling, and hung up. "Thought so".
He couldn't help but overhear bits and pieces of Tawny's and Xas' conversation, despite being over a dozen booths away and having music play. Jeremy had adapted to have really good hearing.
Xas shot a look back at Jeremy, as if to plead the kid not to leave him with a girl on his lap. There was no helping it, so the cop was forced to turn his attention back to Tawny. He gently lifted her from his lap before anything came up and made it any more awkward that it already was,"Look, clearly you're vulnerable and I can't take advantage of that." I want to, but can't, he thought with a sigh,"How about you tell me a little more about the people chasing you. Did you ever notice any red symbol on them anywhere that looks like an eye or a hand?"
He paused, adding so not to sound too calloused,"I mean, that doesn't mean I can't watch over you for a little while. Its a temporary thing, okay? I mean, you can stay in my room tonight, but it doesn't mean anything." He rubbed his neck, for once, seeming a bit flustered and unsure of what to do. It wasn't every day that one randomly had an attractive woman on their lap.
Felicity snorted to herself and blew off the guy she was flirting with in favor of sitting down with a flame-haired woman who seemed almost as interested in the cop as herself. She smiled playfully at Isis as she settled in, hooking a finger at a waiter as she did so, and ordering herself a midori sour. Her voice was black velvet in its true form, unaltered by any psionic ability or act,"So, what brings a lovely lady like yourself to such an establishment? Or are you just here for the drinks?"
The woman herself seemed to be sculpted from some sort of metal, both in appearance and mannerism, as she literally shined under the casino lights. Her eyes showed a cold intelligence, like that of a predator, and even her smile seemed to conceal some sort of weapon.
An owl. A god damn owl. Bo's tongue darted from her mouth to lick her chops instinctively. She wasn't surprised that the bird was allowed in. After all, weirder things had happened. Like cats walking on two legs dressed up in ninja garbs. Speaking of which, she looked really conspicuous in all black that hid all her features from head to toe, so she chose to melt down into a pool of sky blue mist. Getting here had been easy. Now getting the girl would be the fun part. For now she just needed to confirm, because the last thing she needed was capturing the wrong girl and owl, so along the floor darted the mist, whirling around table legs and chairs on its way towards Tawny, Xas and the owl.
The mist came to rest just down and to the side from the duo and bird, in a place where they hopefully wouldn't see underneath a nearby table. And this was where the boring part of assassin work began. Sitting and waiting for a chance to strike.
As a siren, Isis was never too busy to pay attention to her surroundings, which is why it didnât surprise her when a blonde sat herself down across from her current location. Narrowing her emerald eyes, she tapped her fingers against the table top, attempting to silently tell the woman to piss off. Unfortunately, that woman didnât quite get the hint and instead took it upon herself to order a drink. Blowing a few strands out of her eyes, she drank more of her kamikaze and tried to ignore the intruder. That wasnât easy when she began talking and so, with a heavy sigh, the assassin shifted her gaze towards the strange figure.
âDo you really think Iâd pay this much for a drink just to have a drink? No, I am here on business and youâre interrupting my day. Now, scoot before Iâm forced to stab you in the face and ruin your pretty looks.â
Isis of course was aware that something was off about the female, but wasnât sure if she even cared. She learned long ago that it wasnât necessary to meddle in other peopleâs business and that meddling often got people killed. Today wasnât a good day for her to die, so she just kept her thoughts to herself. Still, she was glad that she had her weaponry because if anyone attempted to attack her, she was going to deal with the person quite efficiently. The shiny appearance of the blonde was intriguing, but she decided to wait before deciding whether or not it would be necessary to find out more about her.
âShoo or at least tell me why youâre here and why you felt the need to come bother me.â
Jeremy looked up at Tawny, and held out a security key. "A personal rule of mine: Be as prepared as you possibly can. Should I put this on a tab then?"
Jeremy then looked at Xas, and then Isis. He couldn't help but still wonder about how coincidental it was, Xas being here at the same time The Taskforce comes into town. He also focused on Isis. He wasn't sure what it was, but he got this feeling from her, like she was capable of things most people wouldn't do.
And then, there was just this bad feeling around Tawny as she aproached. He could tell it was his psionic abilities, acting up to something, but he wasn't sure what. All he knew is that something was about to happen with Tawny. Therefore, he added to his statement something else. "You should be careful though. You should be safe here, but it never hurts".
Xas was quick to his feet, as he followed Tawny,"Wait, no, that's not what I meant. I just don't think you should be making rash decisions about sitting on a guy's lap. Wait, alright?" Internally the officer growled at his own inability to simply let her go on her own way. If she didn't know anything, she wasn't part of his mission after all.
"Wait, put her room on my tab, I got it. Okay? I got it." He resisted physically stopping Tawny, instead opting to follow her,"Look, Tawny, you didn't make me uncomfortable..." he added with a mumble,"Really the opposite," back at normal volume,"I want to help you, alright? Clearly you are vulnerable and it would be all too easy for someone to take advantage of that. I don't want to be that guy."
Meanwhile, Felicity smirked at Isis and her harsh tone,"Relax, I only want to talk. Honestly, if that's how you conduct business, I don't see you doing well in picking up new clients."
Her eyes wandered from Isis's face for a moment as she watched Xas and Tawny get up, her expression of amusement only growing more clear. Her eyes were quickly back on Isis again, this time her gaze carrying with it a feeling of peacefulness that would wash over the sylph's target, in this case, the siren across from her. The psionic made it clear that she too was very armed and very dangerous, and had only a little bit of patience for threats, as she pressed with the sharpened edge of her abilities. A creature such as herself had a refined touch, and as such it could easily bridge the gap between a mild headache and painful death.
"I happen to represent an organization that has some interest in this area, perhaps a being such as yourself would understand the benefits of making trades with a new client? We deal in unique products, specializing in the public relations department."
With Tawny making efforts to separate herself from the group, Bo couldn't believe her luck. How easy would it be to just jump her in her room, smack her face unconscious, then throw her and her dumb owl on a transport back to Terra? Piece of cake. She just had to wait until the girl was alone. The mist slowly shifted from its hiding place to stalk Tawny, occasionally darting from table to table to keep hidden, but with no real noticeable weight or mass, it was completely unnoticeable when stepped on or through.
Jeremy watched as she spoke. However, he did have something to add. "Well, you are not the worst patron if that makes you feel better. But that is a story for another time, with a few more drinks". Jeremy actually had a top ten worst patron list. Away did not even get close to it. The very worst had a special place in Jeremy's hatred, mostly because he kidnapped and tried to ransom Jeremy. Jeremy however, did not make the best person to kidnap. Between the complaining he was capable of, and his acting skill, he managed to trick the kidnapper out of his gun. He then shot at him, missing, but he pretended that it was a warning shot and told him to back off. He ended up rescuing himself through a bluff. That, and there was only one kidnapper.
He glanced at Isis and Felicity again. Mainly Felicity. He didn't really trust her still.
Jeremy still had this ominous feeling, and considering what just happened with the officer, suspected he would have something to do with it. He had a security guard keep an eye on him. Tawny does get points for being polite.
He also sent a security guard to watch the hallway in her room, and had the people watching the cameras on extra alert. He wasn't going to let someone get hurt in his....err, his father's casino during the Grand Opening. Well, not without making sure they would not be leaving willingly.
As she sat there, people watching, Isis easily finished off the pitcher of the Kamikaze drink. Nodding towards the waitress that a refill was indeed necessary, Reign returned her attention back to Shiny still sitting across from her. She hated being told to relax, but knew that arguing in the middle of the pub wasnât the brightest thing to do. It was imperative that she kept her appearance in the area on the down-low, but the more irritated she became, the harder that was to do. Finally releasing a sigh, she leaned back against the cushion of the booth bench and simply shrugged. She wasnât there to pick up new clients, but that wasnât anyoneâs business but her own.
Following the womanâs gaze towards the two that seemed like a dysfunctional couple, Isis shook her head a little. The two were obviously meant for each other, but neither appeared to know how to be part of a relationship. The girl with the owl was hiding something and part of Isis wanted to know what, but the other half knew it wasnât any of her business. Returning her attention back towards Ms. Annoying, the assassin narrowed her eyes as she felt her mind being messed with. The siren was generally the one that jacked with individuals minds, and she did not appreciate being screwed with and made that well known when she shoved the woman out of her mind rather harshly. The waitress picked that moment to return with her new pitcher of her booze and she resumed drinking it while patiently listening to what the other woman had to say. Perhaps the peacefulness that had been thrusted upon her worked just a smidge. Perhaps.
âDo me a favor and stop attempting to penetrate my mind. Iâm behaving quite well right now; but if you try again, Iâll be less polite. That being said, Iâm interested, but this area isnât the best place to speak about our specializations. Shall we head to somewhere more private? Iâm expecting someone, but theyâre late and the kid can just send him to the room we end up occupying. Game?â
As the elevator doors closed, Xas balled his fists for a moment, his knuckles white and his jaw clenched. He eve reached back as if to punch the offending doors, but instead dropped his arm and slumped his shoulders. Tawny wasn't his mission, and if she insisted that she could take care of herself, then he couldn't chase her either. With no way to justify anything further, he sulked back to the bar, defeated. He should have been glad to be in the clear, but instead he felt like something bad was going to happen and that it would be his fault for not chasing her.
Xas canceled the order of food, instead trying to find out if he could order eggnog. Most places didn't have it out of season, except for places that were friendly toward a certain god of fire. Without any other distractions, he finally noticed Isis and Felicity, however, and decided to have a couple drinks sent their way. As far as anyone would be able to tell, he was simply flirting with the girls, and even leaned back to smile and wink at the pair when the waiter informed them that their drinks had been paid for.
Felicity only smiled deeper as the siren shoved away the invasion of her mind, though Isis would still feel that perhaps the other woman had given up quite easily. She didn't bother to make any quips about how easy it was to upset Isis, or even the fact that such a large flaw could be exploited, instead keeping her tone at an even level without any of the laughter that the sylph held back,"No, I'll just leave my card with you for later. You can contact us when you're ready to talk. After all, I wouldn't want to interrupt an important meeting. After all, I still have other matters to attend to."
She looked up when the waiter informed them that their drinks had been paid for by the man at the bar, meeting eyes with Xas as he winked at the pair of assassins. In return she smiled flirtatiously, and looked back toward Isis,"As you can see, I don't want too much attention. Its bad for business." With that she set a plain white business card on the tabletop and stood. With a small nod to Isis, and a nod toward Jeremy, she headed toward the entrance of the casino, with the intent to leave.
This whole affair was beginning to irk her, but she was fairly certain it was because the other being had taken it upon herself to mess in her mind. There was that strong doubt that there was more that the blonde could do and that meant Isis was going to have to step up her physic shield. That did not please the woman one bit. The Kamikaze disappeared down her throat almost as quickly as the last pitcher, but she didnât motion for another. When the stranger indicated that meeting at another time would be best, Reign couldnât help but nod in agreement. The two were extremely gorgeous women, which meant attention would be drawn to them regardless of their reasons for being at the grand opening. So, meeting elsewhere would probably be best for the both of them.
âRight, duly understood and noted. Iâll be in touch with you then.â
Stretching a little just as a waitress appeared at the table with drinks that neither of them ordered, Isis arched her brow. She was always skeptic and cautious of anything that was bought for her without her consent and she couldnât help but wonder just what Xas was getting at since he was the one that bought the drinks for them. Narrowing her emerald eyes, Isis didnât return the wink and instead turned her attention back towards Felicity who was at that moment standing up. Sliding her fingers around the white business card, she pocketed it before watching the woman walk towards the entrance of the casino. Returning her attention towards Xas, she began to wonder if he was the target she was waiting for. Sliding to her feet before grasping the drink, she walked over to him and smiled seductively. She wouldnât use her Siren abilities quite yet, but perhaps before the night was over, he would know her true power.
âSo, do you normally buy women you donât know drinks?â
Xas's smile faded ever so slightly as one of the women slipped away, with a look shot back at the cop as if playing with him. He'd have to track her down later, if she didn't turn out to be a shapeshifter. However, the other woman stayed, and in fact decided to come right over to Xas. He smiled again, just for her, which wasn't so much of an act as an appreciation for a lovely woman coming his way. Her question was met with his usual casual attitude, and a relaxed tone of voice,"Only when I'd like to get to know them. Guess your friend had to take off then?"
He offered his hand, and made sure that there was plenty of room for Isis to take a seat if she so chose to,"Name's Raeys, Xas Raeys. Its a pleasure to meet you, miss..." he left an opening for her to supply her name, while he gave her a quick look-over. Most would assume he was just checking out her body, and to be honest, he was, but he also noted anywhere and everywhere that she possibly had a concealed weapon. Of course she could be unarmed, but it didn't hurt to be prepared.
