This is a nice, though somewhat short log... too bad lizard-mun had to leave early >/

Mesteno Gordeva: ::Click, click, click came the sound of sharp talons upon dry rotting wood, the faint metallic ring of armor as the creatures legs rubbed together, it's body seeming a mass of disordered muscle and sinew. A bronze chest plate sat gleaming upon it's scaly chest, a helmet of identical metal crowned with a row of cruel spikes which led to its lengthy neck. Beady eyes of utter black shone from within the recesses of dark sockets, a tongue of pale pink flickering incessantly from within a lip less mouth. Within one bony hand it carried a spear some six feet tall, those stiff, gnarled fingers covered in scales of darkest green, the steel grey claws a good three inches long. Mesteno's jaw moved constantly, savage teeth lined in three rows within its enormous maw, capable of shredding flesh to ribbons, and strangely flexible skin creased into familiar ridges and lines::

Tiph Nightshade: ::Tiphareth's small and deceivingly delicate hand twisted the knob, and eased the door open, a fraction of a second later, she'd slipped inside and shut it behind her. Striding on feet encased in sable armored boots, they strangely made no sound as they moved across the worn and dirtied floorboards. She flit her curiously shining alien oculars of prussian hue about the room, and smirked her complete and total lack of surprise at the nearly all the patrons, and the atmosphere. She hadn't been expecting much of anything at all, and hence the smug "I so called it" look on her pale, almost stony features. Her toned and lithe form was sensually hugged by a suit made of the same sable armor as were her boots, and the thick material clung to her as if it was being suctioned. Truly, the soldier's garb was anything but ordinary, and it conformed to her even as she walked through the room's center and took her seat, lounging lazily in her hammock, hanging vacant and idle in a far corner. She looked around one more time, and just sighed, rolling her eyes and praying this liven up very very soon::

Mesteno Gordeva: ::Mesteno's eyes darted from face to face in typical Lizard like motions, almost resembling a bird as it moved in broken, unrhythmic motions towards the bar, head bobbing and weaving, those holes in the sides of its head serving as ears picking up every slight sound. The cold blooded creature eyed the stools, thick tail snaking behind it, writhing like some great python, thumping a little against the filthy floorboards and with a faint hiss, tongue flickering, moved into a shadowy area by the fire, setting its spear against the damp stone walls. Folding thick solid arms over the bronze chest plate which covered him from neck to the top of his rib cage he gazed into the fire, those rubiginous flames reflecting in those beady pools, their surfaces covered in a thin layer of oily liquid. Shifting, a second, concealed eyelid slipped down over its eyes, still affording it sight and forcing the moisture away so that it pooled and spilled down it's scaly cheek of swampy green almost like a tear before dripping in soft patting sounds by its taloned feet::

Tiph Nightshade: ::The soldier kicked one leg over the side of her seat, causing the whole hammock to swing to and fro slightly, and crossed her arms over her chest in ill concealed annoyance. She was bored.. out of her mind practically, and considered for a moment calling her beloved Masamune (pl) and slicing the nearest unfortunate creature to neat little shreds of their previous self. That would amuse her for a little while at least... but there was most likely nothing worth playing with... she sighed then, again, wondering why she even bothered anymore. The second option was "summoning" Damian, but she quickly discarded that notion, knowing full well that this place was no proper environment for her little "angel". Turning onto her stomach and cradling her bent arms against her sides as she shifted, she cast the solemn pools of azure to rest momentarily on the rather large, green, armored.. lizard, was it? She blinked a few times.. this was the first instance she could ever recall having spied an actual lizard in here... demons, other scaly such creatures, there were endless lists of them.. but lizards? She was pleased, if for not other reason, than because this proved that it might possibly not be so boring anymore. An off little thought as to whether it was a friendly lizard danced across her mind, but she was content to just wait and see::

Lil LilyAna: ::Lily watched as a drunken slut ((naked and Juicy)) wandered into the bar, and from her perched in a nearby oak, she launched herself toward the tavern door. Her tiny wings beating like those of a humming bird, their shimmering designs blurred by the rapidness of her flight. she slipped through the door just as it closed. her beautiful white gown jamming into the door, her minute body being yanked backwards as she dangled there stuck by it's seem:: GODDAMMIT! ::she screamed in a tiny childlike voice that made the whole scene quite comical::

Mesteno Gordeva: ::Mesteno crouched down, talons scraping on the floor, narrow lines that served as its nostrils dilating a little as it sniffed at the coals and finally seated itself, one leg in a position as it would be when crossed, the other leg drawn to its chest. Gradually it resumed its gazing, though this time at the people rather than the flames, which had so entranced him. The female soldier who lay sprawling in the hammock seemed to require some attention, indeed it seemed she was a warrior like himself, and so he brought one hand up in the symbol for welcome of his people, waiting and watching to see if she would respond. It's sight was once more distracted, this time by a tiny little…insect was it? Which had become trapped between the door and the doorframe. Idly he wondered what it would taste like. Perhaps it would be worth sampling later::

Tiph Nightshade: ::Soft, warmly shaded mahogany tresses spilled silken and flawless down past her shoulders and to mid way down her beautifully muscled back. Two, almost identical locks of gravity defying starkly blonde bangs arched straight up from her forehead, and then curved sharply over and down, hanging as two narrow golden curtains on either side of her face. Little strands went wayward here and there, but she paid them no mind. The left lock was slightly taller in it's arch heaven wards, but not by more than 3/4ths of an inch. For some implacable reason, the bangs were endlessly rigid, never wavering, as if they were stalwart soldiers maintaining their post. Not wind nor rain nor anything else nature could throw at her was enough to upset them. She'd thus far been observing the lizard, and was pleased as he gestured his greeting. She wondered if he spoke, let alone in a tongue they could both understand. She responded in a similar manner, waving to him for a moment. Letting her eyes stray from the lizard, now, as she really didn't mean to stare, she started as her ears picked up a faint almost funny "Goddammit"... in a childs tone, that's what she was amused with. She looked to the doorway and almost snorted trying to hold in her laugh::

Lil LilyAna: ::Lily reached back yanking madly at her frock:: Cooome on please Oooooo..god..why does this happen to me ::she muttered all in that childish voice, a curtain of golden tresses now completely covering her face as she thrashed wildly about trying to free herself:: Grrrrr ::she yanked hard one last time, and a ripping of fabric could be heard and the faeries tiny body tumbled off into mid air then fell to the ground unceremoniously with a *thump*::

Mesteno Gordeva: ::The scaly warrior peered at her as if bemused, not familiar with the waving action, but sensing that she had recognized his gesture as a form of greeting. A little hesitantly, he rose from his seated position on the floor and began to walk over to her, head bobbing with his lengthy strides, those steely talons clicking constantly. He stopped before her hammock, the skin around the edges of his mouth curling back a little in his form of a smile to present faintly yellowed teeth, all razor sharp and perfectly aligned:: Gar Krick..::He nodded, his tongue flickering out, tasting the air. His voice was odd, almost like a mix between a growl and an intimidatingly low human voice. On some words there was a very audible lisp, but of course that wouldn't be heard until he had spoken further. Waiting tensely, those muscles, dense and more solid than human ones would ever be were tensed and standing out like knotted ropes::

Tiph Nightshade: ::Tiphy assumed someone else was going to free the fairy, as she recognized the creature now, from her plight. Or, she would get herself out of the mess herself. She held in another chuckle as the little winged being managed to yank itself from the trap, sincerely not trying to be rude. She thought on it for a second or two, and realized that she didn't know any of their kind either. So this was looking to be more and more interesting. She was approaching being glad she'd come today, as unheard of as that was, considering the lowly and deplorable conditions that almost perfectly characterized the filthy little bar as per usual. But things were refreshingly deviating from the ever so disappointing norm, and for that she was endlessly thankful. She maneuvered herself into a slightly less lazy position, sitting upright, at least, as the lizard made it's way over to the hammock. Blinking, she sincerely hoped that Gar Krick was his name, otherwise they'd have a *little* language barrier. She flashed her own fleeting smile, though it was sincere, and took a leap of faith, answering with her own name. Her voice was what one could have expected, from looking at her and guessing at her personality, serious, and smooth, rising up in a sophisticated manner, almost the the point of being refined, from her slender and gracefully curved neck:: Tiphareth Nightshade. The pleasure is mine. I don't think I've seen you around here before..? ::With that she quirked a brow and waited::

Lil LilyAna: ::She stood wiping off the seat of her white gown, stomping her tiny slipper clad feet in tantrum. :: I hate it , hate it , hate it, when that happens! And now look my dress us torn. It's all that lazy mortals fault, she moved too slow, :: Her delicate features contorted in a fit of rage:: and as shower of multi colored sparks flew off her in different directions::

Mesteno Gordeva: ::The Lizards head canted sideways as it took in the unfamiliar tones of her voice. Of course it couldn't understand her, and indeed it sounded very much to him like a confused garble, though a soothing one. He liked her voice, and if he could perhaps tempt her into speaking a little more he would easily be able to familiarize himself with her native tongue. Tentatively he brought his clawed hand to his chest plate, tapping it a few times, the sound of his claws ringing noisily against the bronze:: Mesteno. ::He flashed her another of those toothy grins, his tail swishing from side to side, sweeping up little pieces of glass which would no doubt have embedded themselves in the appendage had he not been covered in scales. His species were renowned for their ability to pick up on languages after only a few lines, despite never having heard them before, and so he waited patiently, the firelight shining in those beady black eyes of his, the second eyelid lowering once more to force away more oily black liquid from their surfaces::

Tiph Nightshade: ::She smiled grimly, casting a glance to the little fairy currently throwing itself into a tantrum.. that was somewhat, cute. Pulling her eyes back to the lizard before her, she let them traipse over his armor, lingering for a moment on his chest plate as she studied the workmanship. It was completely foreign as far as she knew, but then again.. everyone around here hailed from somewhere light years away, or so was the norm. Herself having been the sole deposit on this plane from a planet long since destroyed, she fit the stereotype nicely. But that was neither here nor there. She frowned briefly, coming to grips with the obvious language barrier, much to her dismay. Picking up that he was trying to communicate, and that he seemed to be waiting for her to speak more, she rambled on for a few minutes about how dull and mundane it usually was here, and how abjectly stupid the vast majority of the bar's patrons were. She tried her very best to tone down the sarcasm though, but that was sort of a stretch. Finishing off with introducing herself again, more simply this time, she pointed to her chest, once tapping the bare spot above her breastplate, in between the leather straps that criss crossed her front:: Tiphareth. ::She sincerely hoped he'd understand her now::

Mesteno Gordeva: ::The creature stood there almost frozen in position as if riveted, hanging on her every word, the only sign of life was the occasional flicker of that pale pink tongue, it's forked end peeking just outside its mouth. It didn't quite understand itself how it managed to learn other tongues so easily, but after only those few minutes it had deemed itself comfortable enough with what it classed as a guttural language, to attempt a little minutes it had deemed itself comfortable enough with what it classed as a guttural language, to attempt a little of it:: Herlloo Tiifruth….::Snapping its jaws together irritably at what it knew was a lame shot, it gave a short sharp hiss, accenting its anger with a loud thump of that thick tail which cracked the rotting floorboards:: Hello Tiphahrayth….Myyy name hisss..Must an yo….

Lil LilyAna: ::she huffed walking around in circles at first muttering , the stalked over to a nearby table and kicked the dark ominous figure ((Mia)) sitting there in the shin, she took to the air with lightning quick speed flying upward::

Tiph Nightshade: Hello Mesteno. I was a little worried there for a second, with the language thing.. I can't believe you picked that up so quickly. It's uncanny. ::She cocked her head to the right slightly and chewed idly on her lush lower lip, perfectly white teeth raking slowly over it and whitening the pink flesh as they passed harshly past:: You're not from around here I take it? ::The small blue barbell in her tongue clinked against a tooth now and then, so very faintly that it was scarcely audible to anyone without powers of hearing above and beyond the mortal norm::