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[demonsinmymind]

[Wheezing]

Ugh. The air here is harsh and dry and empty.

I'm parched. Where can I get something to drink? Water from the sink in my washroom is... lacking. I'm practically ready to eat my boots, too.

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[shadesofeco]

There's a bar on deck eight if you're looking for more than water to drink.

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[demonsinmymind]

[Oh, oh! Jak, was it? I want to meet him. Let's go, baby. I wanna go.]

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[demonsinmymind]

Please calm down. [Sighs to himself]

...that sounds wonderful. Jak, was it? I could use a bit of liquor right now, I won't lie.

[shadesofeco]

I'm already there.

commentlog?!

[demonsinmymind]

Alright. I'll be there shortly.

[And shortly, Haellyn is on his way! Except now, at his side, is a little green-skinned imp, not more than two feet tall, with cloven hooves and piercings galore. It's jabbering away loudly.

"Just tap this Jak person," it suggests casually to Haellyn. "He sounds kinda dumb. I bet you could get away with it. Maybe you can just kill him while we're at it and get a shard for Miss Agri and kill two birds with one stone, how about it?!"

Haellyn sighs at him as they walk into the bar]

We've just arrived and you're already trying your rubbish. Don't even think about it.

[But his imp is just grinning at him knowingly.]

[commentlog] omg yay

[shadesofeco]

[Lounging at the bar, drinking a glass of ... something. It shone gold when he held the glass up to the light and tasted strong and fiery like the drinks served up in Spargus. Without Remy, he's hopeless at identifying bottles or mixing drinks, so he sips it straight.]

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[demonsinmymind]

[Dagpit suddenly freezes. Haellyn might have a love-hate relationship with his demons, but they are his tools, and when they stop like that, he does too.

"Jak. Is that him over there?"

Haellyn follows the direction of Dagpit's eyes and blinks at the sight of Jak sitting at the bar.

Those ears. His haircut and hair color.

"It's a night elf!" Dagpit hisses, though he ran behind Haellyn's leg in fear. Dagpit despises the other brand of elves from their world just as much as Haellyn does.

Haellyn frowns.]

Let's not be too hasty. ......Ahem. Jak?

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[shadesofeco]

[The beeping and clattering of machines is distracting background noise, and he doesn't notice the approaching figures until Haellyn calls out. He turns in his seat and nods with a small smile.]

Haellyn?

[He raises an eyebrow at the small creature cowering behind his legs.]

Is that one of those demons?

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[demonsinmymind]

[Kill him.]

["Uh, yes. I agree with this." Dagpit was speaking out loud, replying to the voice that rang through his head and Haellyn's.]

[Sexy voice or not, I'm hungry. And he's a filthy mongrel anyway, right Hal?]

["Yeah. Yeah, that's right! You'd be doing the world a favor!"

Haellyn has his fists clenched. No, he isn't going to do this. He just got here. Jak doesn't look exactly like a night elf anyway... although the resemblance is there.

Suddenly, Haellyn flicks his wrist. Dagpit, seeing this, yelps and takes a step to run, but fades into the air after a second.

With him gone, he walks over to Jak cautiously, ignoring Dagpit yammering away inside his head.]

...Uh, greetings. Yeah. Just. Sorry for that. That was Dagpit. [Sigh] May I?

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[shadesofeco]

[He stares in slight bemusement as the demon and elfish man seem to have totally different conversations before the demon vanishes.]

... right.

[Nodding to the seat, Jak leans over the bar and rescues another glass, pouring out the liquor and sliding it to him.]

I was expecting a Round Ear.

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[demonsinmymind]

[The comment cuts into him. His demons reel from it, digging deeper and deeper towards the gem that was Haellyn's conditioned prejudices.]

...yes. Well. I was expecting a "round ear", as you say, as well. Where, ah, are you from? What are you?

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[shadesofeco]

[Jak's used to this question by now.]

Haven City. I'm an elf, I guess. Never really thought about it before here.

[He sips from his glass and glances at the pale-haired newcomer.]

What about you?

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[demonsinmymind]

[KILL HIM ♫]

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[demonsinmymind]

No, shut up.

[Not a night elf. He breathes a long sigh and looks about the bar. What did he come here for again? Right. Drinks. Haellyn's forgotten about Jak's question for now.]

Sorry, I don't mean you, Jak. What are you drinking? Does this place have brandy?

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[shadesofeco]

[He scowls and ALMOST takes offense, until he remembers about the demons. It's more than a little confusing.]

I ... maybe?

[He shrugs.]

I can't read the bottles.

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[demonsinmymind]

Ah, is that so? I wonder if I can?

[He reaches over and picks up a bottle by the neck, staring at the label.]

[What kinda gibberish is that?]

[Quick, crack him over the head with it!]

[Ignoring the demons, he frowns]

...I can't read it. Damn. What are you drinking, maybe I'll have a bit of that?

[He turns and looks at him, fixing his green eyes on Jak's blues. No, this close, he doesn't look much like a night elf. He's too short, for one.]