The Tavern at the End of the World

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 Yuri is inside, watching her favorite people have a fight. Teruo and Zenix.

Sinclair is writing her studies.

 Emrick is with Yuri, watching the fight. "Who are those two?"

 "Those are my idiots" she said with proud grin.

 Emrick giggles, "Wait, what? Is this like a show of sorts?" Emrick smiles but is still a little confused, yet amused.

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 Congrats, you're doing that very good

 "Good then" she gives a sly smile

The bird pecks her face

 She turns her head, not seeming to get annoyed, but instead opens her mouth a bit and bites the raven's beak playfully.

 The raven squacks, moving away,

 She chuckles 

 *See what happened with teruo*

I hate.

 She giggles "You can't handle him can you?" 

 I could rend him from this coil,

 "No no, don't be so cruel"

 He mentally sighs, Fine. But not because you asked. Because it would be annoying to fight both of you given your previous charmings.

 She smiles and pokes him.

 They peck her finger

 She purrs with a devious look in her eyes "Was that your version of a kiss?"

 No! Is biting someone your version of that!?

 "Nope" she chuckled

 Exactly, not a kiss.

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 Yuri is inside, watching her favorite people have a fight. Teruo and Zenix.

Sinclair is writing her studies.

 Emrick is with Yuri, watching the fight. "Who are those two?"

 "Those are my idiots" she said with proud grin.

 Emrick giggles, "Wait, what? Is this like a show of sorts?" Emrick smiles but is still a little confused, yet amused.

 "Nope, they are always at each others throats though" she said

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*Good morning everybody! Busy day for me today but I can be on for a few minutes.*

Krathian is packing a briefcase with clothes, toiletries, and the like.

Fin is practicing his forms

Malte is sitting out in the woods

 Oscar/Allison are in rotation.

Sinclair is outside with Yazarin.

Lore is with Hunter.

Yuri is with Zenix and Terou.

Finn, looking a bit foggy-brained and very confused, walks up to Oscar. "Hi," he says

 Oscar waves "Howdy there cutie"

He chuckles, "Cutie...right. Remember the other night?"

 "Yep" she purrs "You kissed me"

 His eyes widen slightly. "...Oh...that's ... that's nice. Well I mean, I hope it was."

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Sinclair is sitting on the roof, she is writing millions of papers that seem to stack up the by the thousands.

 Yazrin is down in the training area, taking on three targets simultaneously. 

 *This was her intro*

A woman walks into the tavern. She has pale brown skin, almost like dark honey, long black hair that is tied back in a tight ponytail behind her head, and bright silver eyes that shimmer like the full moon. She wears a tight-fitting black dress with very little accessories to it expect a silver chain necklace with a symbol of some sort. She carried a black leather satchel with silver buckles with a crescent moon-like design stitched on one side, bundles of random scrolls, some filled with writing while others were blank, while book covers poked out to meet the world. What was crazy about this woman walking in is that, right behind her, was a large pit fiend with rust colored skin tones that were coated with black brimstone dust. He wore a nothing but a thick golden chain around his neck, he carried a black metal mace in one hand that dragged across the floor. 

She looks over and watches, a sly grin on her face.

 Yazrin doesn't notice her, too focused on the three targets he's battling. As one, all three lift their crossbows and fire at him, and he dives into roll to the side, coming back up to his feet and fires off four arrows into the nearest target. First two arrows hit it in the chest, third one in the crease between helmet and chestplate, and the final arrow finds the small gap in the targets visor. The target drops in a pile of armor after that volley.

 "You pretty good at that" Sinclair says

 I'm well over 200 years old. I should be. Yazrin says chuckling slightly, as he fires another two arrows into the next target in line, sending it reeling backwards as the third one fires its crossbow again, which Yazrin again easily dodges.

 Sinclair continues to watch, her silver eyes tracking each arrow.

 She notices that each arrow seems to trail a little bit of frost, and that they appear on the bowstring as soon as Yazrin start pulling it back. He fires off another two arrows into the wounded target, both of them finding the visor, dropping it like the first one. The third one starts backing up, and it fires another arrow at Yazrin, missing him as he seemingly disappears into a patch of shadows.

 She continues to watch before jumping off the roof

 The third target is obviously confused and just holds a readied crossbow, scanning the area where Yazrin disappeared. Suddenly two arrows fly out of nowhere as Yazrin becomes visible almost 30 feet away from where had been. The first arrow finds the targets visor, and actually punches a hole in the helmet and continues flying. The armor collapses into a pile like the first two, causing the second arrow to miss, as there's no longer anything for it hit. 

 A pit fiend materlizes beside her, leaning on his mace. Sinclair continues to watch.

 Yazrin easily slings the bow over his right shoulder and turns to face her, his eyes narrowing slightly as he notices the pit fiend. As soon as the bow is over his shoulder, all the arrows vanish, as though they were never there to begin with. 

"Well met." He says with a slight smile, his maroon eyes flashing. He bows slightly. "Yazrin Tlin'Orrza. And who might you be?" He asks with a slight chuckle.

 "Im Sinclair and this is my comrade, Ozall." 

 He smiles slightly. "Unusual, but I'm not going to judge too much. There is, or at least was, someone here with a Grey Render, although a Pit Fiend is definitely...unique." He turns to face Ozall, and speaks in infernal. "Well met, master of devils. It is not often I have seen one of your kind walking the Material." He's obviously slightly nervous, but not as nervous as one might expect.

 Ozall rolls his eyes, snarling a bit "It would be much happier if i wasn't bound to her and i could go back down to slaughtering you mortals but noooooo Asmodeus told me i was going to be bound to her." he grumbled. Sinclair rolled her eyes "Forgive him, he always grumpy"

 Yazrin laughs. "It's fine. After the taunts the likes of Zuggtmoy and Fraz-Urbl'uu threw my way, not much can get under my skin." he says with a smile. "Well, what brings you here?"

 

 *ack, sorry i missed this*

"Im a travelling Demonologist, i study all things devilish and demonic." She responded