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Many corners in this bar are dark, brooding places. Whether they are that way because they started out that way, or if they are that way because people needed them to be that way is completely unknown.

Tonight, one of the corners is not so dark.

There is something small and bright (and possibly winged) kept in a small cage on the table, illuminating the corner with it's resident slightly shabby man.

Yes, the one writting with a steel-point pen and ink. Bics are for cheaters.

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[forgottenmotley]

"Is that a fairy?" The Fool asks peering at the cage.

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"Some would call it that." Balthazar agrees, blandly, his pen never stopping in its skittering traverse over the page. "The same genus, perhaps."

The little cage rocks, slightly, as the little creature slams into one of the sides.

[forgottenmotley]

"It doesn't look like a genius to me." SCIENCE is lost on the Fool.

He pushes the cage upright when it starts to rock.

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"Very few things would, I suppose." His grin is small, and wry, as he taps the cage sharply with his pen.

[forgottenmotley]

And it goes right over the Fool's head.

"If it's not a fairy, what is it?"

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"Something that isn't a fairy." The sorcerer retorts, amused.

The creature isn't.

All this talk, and no one's letting it out of the cage!

[forgottenmotley]

The Fool bends down and looks at the creature. "It looks like it's made of fire, that's what. Are you friendly to the Fool and his ilk? Do you respect those of flame cast shadows and ash?"

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And that gesture might be the pixie version of giving the finger, yes.

[forgottenmotley]

He tsks lightly. "See, now I'm not going to let you free, you silly thing."

[sunbaked_baker]

The terrible thing about being a baker with a long-standing fascination for Others is that, when you're minding your tray of freshly baked deliciousness in a magic bar at the end of the universe, you're likely to find yourself terribly distracted from time to time.

Sunshine watches the winged creature in the cage with growing curiosity. She's used to being the resident Other expert at the coffeehouse, but can't help but be curious when she comes across something she's not encountered before.

"Excuse me," she says, when her curiosity has finally gained the upper hand. "Sorry to bother you. Is that... is that a salamander?"

The last time a salamander had been seen in her world was the last time Etna had erupted, decades before she was born. All of the vids had been burned, and the surviving records weren't that great at indicating how the layperson might identify one.

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His eyes are startling. Most of him looks like a refined hobo - scruffy, multi-layered, down to the fingerless gloves. Though it'd be an odd hobo to wear so many rings so openly - one on every finger, and two on some.

His eyes are as focused as lasers. Somehow the effect is not at all mitigated by the slightly lopsided grin he gives her.

"A distant cousin, perhaps." The last salamander he ran across took all the hair off one side of his head - this tiny thing wasn't nearly so much trouble.

Though, based on what he gleans in the first few moments, this gal might be.

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine is from Old Town. She works is Old Town. The Old Town derelicts know her by sight and by name and by reputation, and know to come to the side window of her bakery at closing time for whatever hasn't sold that day. This? Is not a hobo. At least, not of the normal sort.

She feels she might as well stop being surprised when she finds yet another person who's attention feels like it has measurable weight. But she hasn't, yet, so her look when the man gives her that lopsided grin is still slightly startled and wary.

"They're really rare, in my world - I've never seen one," Rae says, watching the winged creature in the cage. "People... well, people who lived near their volcanoes started hunting them down once the tech and the wards were developed to withstand the heat well enough."

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Wary is both good and bad - he's amazed how many people are so blase about so dangerous a place. Someone actually being wary is refreshing. Of course... it's always nice to be underestimated.

"They are not common in mine as well - these are more common. They like any green place, and have taken to the parks in large cities like ducks to water." He explains, tapping his pen gently against the cage. The little creature grabs on to the end of it, only letting go reluctantly.

[sunbaked_baker]

"What are these called?" she asks, her blue-grey gaze moving from the creature to the man once more.

The shadows on his face are still, like all shadows used to be for her. But that had been before Con had healed her, before he had given her the ability to see in darkness. Now, even daylight shadows danced and flickered and occasionally gave her insights on those she looked at, insights that she often would rather have not had.

Only the shadows of vampires, and the shadows of those who, like Yolande, had steeped themselves very deeply in their craft, lay still to Rae's eyes now. So, the fact that this man's shadows lay still to her Dark Sight was not necessarily comforting. If anything, it made Rae even more wary than she would have been, otherwise.

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"I believe the common term is pixies." They have been mistaken for many things over the years - sparks from a camp fire, lightening bugs, sparkles on the waves.

She's protected, and by someone powerful - he hasn't seen a ward like that in years, decades even. The rings on his fingers catch the light as he twists his hand idly, stretching out the kinks from writing.

[sunbaked_baker]

She actually looks surprised to hear that it's a pixie. ".....That... well, it looks nothing like the pixies back home. Hopefully it's a less of a hassle than the pixies back home are, too." Damn things like to travel in swarms, like mischievous, magical mosquitoes the size of birds.

"My friends in SOF know I like to listen in when they're talking shop." Said in explanation as to why a baker might know things about Others, though of course she has absolutely nothing to do with magic and Others directly. Nothing at all. >_>

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"They can be... quite troublesome." There's a reason that one is in a cage - namely, he had to put it in something while trying to figure out how to get it out of his shop permanently. He's been trying to catch it for months.

"SOF? Pixies are popular conversation amongst them?"

[sidhe_king]

"Poor thing."

Finvarra watches the bright spot with keen eyes, keeping well away from the cage until he can ascertain whether or not it's iron. If it is the trap is especially cruel; if not, he has fair confidence in the pixie to get out its own way. "Taking notes, are we, sorcerer?"

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"Poor thing my ass." Balthazar snorts, continuing to write. "You should see what it did with the charms. If anything, it's protective custody." He spent a whole week trying to capture it before it could wreak magical havoc in the store. He just needs to find a nice garden for it. One very far, far away from New York City.

[sidhe_king]

"By that logic I should lock up every human on the face of the earth where I'm from," he murmurs dryly.

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"You mean to say all the stories of abductions by fairies are false?" Balthazar sounds concerned.

He's not.

Tell him another one, your highness.

[sidhe_king]

"Heavens, I wouldn't go that far," he returns. "And you'd be glad to know I haven't abducted anyone in quite the while."

Fin steps closer, bending down. "But you would certainly make an interesting addition, if only for a while."

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"Mmm." He blinks up at Fin, "I suppose we should all have dreams in life. Even if they are unattainable."

[sidhe_king]

The sidhe chuckles. "I could simply invite you to stay for an evening."

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"You could. A little unimaginative, but it's certainly worked before." Balthazar agrees, as if discussing a tea party.