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Demin looked up from his book. What was all the noise coming from? He looked up to behold a cute little girl in the window. Her hair was like gold against the dark sky witch was completely cleared by then. Sighing he got up and let her in “What is it missy I heard you had a pass into the harbor from one of my lackeys, so I didn’t charge you entry. What else do you want?” He paused

“I’m not sure what to do. You see I got this invitation and I have no idea were to go. You see, I’m looking for someone.”

“Sorry missy but I can’t help you with finding people I’m down here on the docks most of the time. As you probably guess lots of people go in and out of these ports everyday. Here let me see that.” Demin snatched the invitation and map out of her hand. ”Ha this says to meet your mystery man at the plaza in three days. In the mean time I suggest you relax. You look pretty worn out young’in. Here is were we, are the port of gold.” Said Demin pointing to the map. ”Follow this road to the food market, and get your self something to eat. Then just walk around until you find an inn. Here, because I’m feeling generous here’s a coupon that will get you in and out of the inns here free for three days. Then once you’ve gotten a nice sleep enjoy your self. Once the festival starts foreign traders will arrive and you will be able to purchase anything. Do you have any money?”

Will work for food. She had stated that when she first started to work. The young woman wasn't quite sure what to make of everything. She had never left Censue island before and she was amazed by a new island. Amazing. It really was amazing. On the way there she had met someone though. Not in a romantic way. No! She had only met him for a little while and then she recieved a note. An invitation really. So, she went to where she was told to go mainly out of curiosity.

Pushing her way past people she grunted appologies to everyone she bumped into. There were so many people near the resteraunt districts. Which made sense to her since everyone had to eat. But it was starting to become bothersme and aggrivating. Snorting when she made her way out she sighed and brushed her ebony hair out of her eyes.

She had two locks of hair that dreamed her face and reached her chin almost like a pixie cut! However, her hair was much longer and reached her mid back, but it was tied up in pigtails. Mei’s hair was ebony black. Her skin was pale as the moon light, she never tanned but luckily, she never burned either! Which was rather fortunate for her since she was so fair skinned. Her eyes were extremely wide and deep set, inquisitive and always asking questions. They were honey colored with flecks of emerald green all over irises. Her pupils were the same emerald green not black like they used to be.

She would have been cuter if she didn’t have such sharp canine teeth! All of her teeth seemed oversized and abnormally sharp like wolf teeth. Her ears were odd as well, they were pointed and looked almost elf like but they were pointed due to the canine like blood within her. Mei was a thin and lithe thing but she wasn’t gangly, more graceful looking than anything else. Despite her small five foot frame she kept a thin and almost dancer like look. Mei was undersized and thin.

She was wearing her normal clothes. It was a green no sleeve dress that reached her thighs and the collar was triangle shaped all the hems on her dress were yellow almost like her eyes. So no one could look up her skirt she had on a pair of yellow shorts hidden under her dress. Hanging off her shoulders were a pair of long bell like sleeves that matched her dress, hem color and all, the sleeves went past her fingertips hiding her clawed hands. A pair of black fingerless gloves were on her hands to protect them from hurting herself with her weaponry. A pair of brown tie up sandals were on her thin legs and went up a little below her knees giving her an almost ballerina like look.

Other than the clothes upon her back she didn't have much else. Just a small bag that was on her back and contained the few belongings that she had. The young woman looked around blinking a couple of times. Miss Mei Li chewed gently upon her lip. Wide eyed she brushed her hair back and stroked her pigtails. Mei wasn't quite sure what to make of everything. She only knew that she would have to meet him somewhere.

But she forgot what he looked like. But she remembered the name! Or part of it anyway. Z. Yes. That was just about all that she remembered. The young woman sighed and slowly started to walk forward. Happy to be out of everyone's way. People were starting to annoy her and she was glad to get away. She preffered animals than people anyway. Sighing, she brushed her hair back again.

Where was she supposed to go again?

The town was so quiet, so peaceful for once, though she walked into it without a coin to her name.  It could be worse is what they said, and she figured it was worse enough.  Cold, tired, wet, hungry, poor, is what she was.  Hungry more like starving, cold more like freezing, but it didn't matter much... a room to stay in was the only thing on this woman's mind.  The sounds of a bar could be heard up the street, people were still awake, the lights were on.  It sounded like a party.

The noises attracted her so much she began to jog without realizing it, was she that desperate for shelter?  Yeah, she was, and she forced herself to walk normally (if not a bit fast) instead.  The bar was more or less full, people talking loudly, people sang far off note, the smell of booze, cigarettes, and cigars was thick in the air though that was usually common with every bar.  Pulling the hood off while she made her war to the bar counter, through a crowd of sober and drunks, she didn't give the bar tender so much as a smile once she got there.  Every muscle ached with months, if not a year's, worth of pain... "Hey, where can I find an inn?  Is this one?"

This bar lifted her mood a bit, though it was hard to tell, the laughing and cheering of the crowd behind her forced the smallest on smiles on her face though it was a weary one.

Jackson was the name of the jolly old bar keep who ran the drunken roger. As an ex pirate he, Jackson was known for being the only man to sail under the original Jolly Roger (unmodified) flag. However when he grew older his longing for the sea faded and he sought to share his experiences with the world. So he came to trade town and opened a bar as well as becoming a great story teller.

Outside the bar was a copy of the original JR but its mouth was open and it was drinking a keg of something with lots of alcohol. Inside behind the bar in a glass frame was his real original flag.

Even though he was an ex-pirate and he was old and big, like Demin, he was not only more generous than Demin, but more jolly less grouchy. Most said it was the difference between the marines and the pirates. However because they looked so much alike but were total opposites in nature, some said they were long lost brothers.

Today the DR was full of sounds the sound of dancing, music, laughing, cheering, and drinking. If you listened every 15 seconds there was a KAMPAI!!! Then in strolled a girl she seemed to be walking funny, and by the time she got to a stool she had caught Jackson’s eye. Seemingly absorbed by the atmosphere she cracked a smile as she said “Water please.”

“AWW! Come on now girly-girl I can see your bones have a bite to eat won’t you.” Jackson said caringly for the woman looked dying of starvation.

“I wont order what I can’t pay fo-“the women collapsed of starvation.

Jackson ran to the back got his strongest whisky. Then he ran back and propped her up on the bar tilted her head back and poured the liquor down her throat (not much) the golden liquid matched her hair. When she woke up there was a plate of food in front of her meet potatoes and some sautéed mushrooms. Looking up she met the wide eyed bar tender. “You gave us quite a scare there, are you okay?” nodding she said.

“Yes, thank you, but I can’t pay-” Cutting her off the bartender said curtly.

“Now don’t give me any of that I can’t pay nonsense you eat that or ill shove it down your gullet!” Then the bar tender threw his head back and laughed wildly, “Like I always say laughter is the key to youth. Did you see Demin on your way here?” The women nodded her mouth full of food. “A He age every day because he doesn’t laugh, keeps he’s still a stone faced marine. You should laugh while your young girly-girl. Oh! I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name.”

The dockmaster could feel a change in the air, like something was building up. As the heavens roared with the last thunderbolt, something sprung from the water, high over the pier. A grinding, ominous guitar-like sound could be heard as the figure came down (variation of the classical piece "Sunrise"). As he came almost flying down, the music trailed off into a complex, up-beat tune, ending with a hard hammer across the strings as he landed. Demin understood that the creature wasn't human, both from the way his legs and body seemed to COIL as he landed, and the slick skin covering his body. Apart from that, he had to admit that it was BY FAR the most attractive merman he had ever seen. And were it not for the telltale bluish skin, he wouldn't made the connection. Also, his "hair" was wriggling, deflating, and hanging shoulderlong from his head.

Sakurai rose and spun around, showing the back of his stingray-hide leather jacket, which carried the emblem of the bandana wearing jolly roger, modified with a stylized lightningbolt running between the ends of the crossbones, forming notes on the sides, and the kanjis for "Free to Dream" between the top and bottom. "Hey, big wrinkly! Where's the rest of the band?!" Sakurai roared through the storm, accentuating the question by making his guitar "sing" (like Peter Frampton) White Bandana Crew.

Demin stood with his mouth agape. Never had he even HEARD of such mastery over an instrument. "The Drunken Roger bar. Go down the-" Sakurai snapped his finger and wagged it at Demin. "No directions! I go my own way!" Demin shrugged. "OY! Weren't you supposed to come on a boat?" Sakurai grinned "I sold it!" Demin raised an eyebrow. "What about the crew?" "I convinced them to stop being lackeys, and follow their dreams." Demin couldn't help but chuckle. There was something about the merman that just made him wanna throw caution to the wind, and do whatever he wanted. Like the two minute show and conversation had given him back youthful exuberance he knew from younger years.

Sakurai coiled down and bursted across the wall, almost gliding on the wind before landing on the street on the other side. He started running through town, picking a few notes on his guitar, giving himself a dramatic background tune. He came to a screeching halt when he spotted a lively place with a jolly roger outside.

He drew a long breath, and listened to the mood, the music and the general vibes of the place. He identified the music easily, and started playing, coming through the door at a peak in the tune. He stole the attention, but moved towards the scene and joined the band. The patrons was bitten by the rythm, and soon, the entire bar had its focus on the stage.

A large cargo ship arrives at the trade town docks. As the captain of the ship and his mates unload the crates and barrells traveling on the ship onto the dock, a young but mature looking woman steps off solemly.  The dock master, Demin, has walked out to charge the cargo ship for the docking and sees this unusual looking woman. Comparitvely though, to the rest of the people he has seen this morning, she seems to be rather normal.

"'ey Miss."
The young girl turns and looks at the dock master with little emotion on her face.
"Are you the captain of that ship?" Demin says trying to make the young girl blush and fawn over him.
A taller stocky man comes up and responds, "No, I am. She has nothing to do with my ship, just part of my cargo I suppose. What is my fee?"
The young girl starts to walk away and a crew member of the ship runs up to her, "Lady Siren, you forgot this in your cabin." He hands her a small piece of paper, it was the invitation.

The Captain finished conversing with Demin and he saw what this 'Lady Siren' was holding. "Oh so you're with them, I should have known, you look a bit....out of the ordinary."
She smirks slightly at the remark of the dockmaster.
"You should head to the Drunken Roger Bar and wonder around Trade Town for a bit. It's an interesting place." Thinking to himself ' Interesting doesn't always mean good.' The large man hands her a pass for the inn. "It'll let you stay there for three days free."
The young girl takes it and smiles, then she begins to walk away. The dockmaster is now watching her walk and calls out to her, "Feel free to come by and visit now." He says still staring at her backside. He chuckles

the 'Lady Siren' continues to wonder throughout the town and then arrives at the Drunken Roger. She takes a seat at the back and goes relatively unnoticed, unusually so.

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"Kuro," she said after a swallow of food and ale.  Then started that music, that horrible, ear-splitting, you-might-as-well-crack-your-skull-open-on-the-wall music that ripped through the walls and out into the streets and played and played.  The girl with sky colored eyes and hair like the sun glared, not laughed, at this... she was worn out and wasn't in the mood for this.  She picked up a piece of food and threw it at the guitarist, screaming for him to shut up, but that music was rather loud so it was more than likely her wavering voice was blocked out.

The bar was too loud, too bright, too everything it was like suffering a hangover from eating, but this hangover was from utter exhaustion.

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"Oh, this sucks!" the young woman closed her eyes in an angry manor. Mei sighed and pouted gently and turned away. Walking along she chewed gently upon her lower lip with her slightly sharp teeth. "I don't even remember who I'm looking for..." Again, she sighed and whimpered gently. Stroking her elf like ears she slowly ever so slowly continued along her way. Mei was rather absent minded and forgot things sometimes. Like how a person looked at times. Or what someone said.

Mei wiped her eyes with her wrist and stopped. What was that noise? Mei blinked a couple of tiems and her ear twitched as she looked over eyebrows knit together gently. It sounded like music...Well, no one would mind if she took a little detour right? Perhaps, she'd remember who she was supposed to meet!

Cotninuing along she made her way into a bar. Mei didn't look like she belonged there. She looked more like a little girl who wandered into an adult video store. Wide eyed she blinked a couple of times as she clutched onto her bag and her sandals pounded gently on the ground. Head hung she felt her pigtails fall over her shoulder and felt even more lost.

Brushing at a her hair she looked over at Kuro. The wolf girl blinked a couple more times when she threw food at the man on stage. It lookd like her pigtails were standing on end. "Eh..." she breathed. What was she doing there? That was when she looked up and saw him! Oh, it was whats his face! That guy that she was supposed to meet! What was his name again?

Jackson walked over and sat down a bottle of peach flavored sake. Jackson wasn’t usually the type to fall for a girl head over heals just because she was pretty. Despite this Jackson felt a strange attraction to this woman and before he could control it he said

“You look to be enjoying your self girly-girl; this bottle is on the house.”

As he walked back behind the bar he thought to himself. What was I thinking what came over me be he soon dismissed the thought and resumed his jolly laughing self. If he had taken a second glance at the women he would have seen her crack a smile as he walked back toward the bar.

"Hey!..." Mei cried out as she waved. Wide eyed she stood there with a small blink and slowly walked over to Z. Holding onto her bag, she reached into it and pulled out her invitation. She held it out to him and remembered him. Aha! That was his name, Z. She blinked and tilted her head over to the side.

"Cook?" was all that she asked. Cook? Oh, well she meant to say that she was his cook or something like that. But she wasn't quite sure how to say it. Because what if it wasn't the guy and he turned out to be some sort of creepy guy!

She stood there in an airhead like manor holding out a piece of paper.

You did not just do that... yeah ya did. it was that voice of reason again. Leave before a fight breaks out, you're good for that, betcha five beli at least one fight will break out 'cos of you during that festival.  Just don't get too crazy and you'll be fine.  She wouldn't help but laugh a bit while putting the rest of the plate's contents into a small sack she pulled from her bag and slipped a bottle of ale inside the bag itself.

Wasn't the festival tomorrow?  Kuro was rather sure it was, it started tomorrow and ended two days later, which was enough time to do some pick pocketing and shop for supplies and other things.

She went to the bartender and gave him a quick thanks and was about to leave... until she noticed the odd looking guy in the corner with the glass of milk, wait milk?  In a bar?  The young woman went over and took a seat besides him, giving off a smile warm from the food and drink, "Aren't you a little too young to be hanging out in a place like this?"

"Ah, you too?"  She pulled the map and invitation from her pockets and set them down face up, along with the free inn coupons. "This isn't an inn, sad to say, when you're finished come with me... we can find a place together."  This kid was nice, she liked him, she needed someone to talk to.
She held out a hand suddenly, "Almost forgot, name's Kuro."