:: she had never been so bored in all her life. Myllyanna sat in the dead dark. She sat in a shadow of the nightly lit room, watching the street from her high window. Slowly she had started to pick at the armrest of the chair, the snarl on her upper lip growing and she didn't care.

Was it the times? The place? the Plane? the Era? Gods she didn't know, but she did know she hated it, despised it even! Her silver layered nails start carving at the wood now under the torn padding.

"most people around me are too stupid to be entertaining," she growled to herself as she rose to her feet and walked across the room to it's other window. She was pinning for anything even remotely like old times.

She planted her hands on the window sill and let her head hang just enough to touch her forehead to the glass. Feeling it's coolness hurt faintly. With a sigh she realized as much as she had tried to change.. she never would... never could! She needed to feel the chaos.

She turned slowly and walked away from the window. Her stappy heel'd feet padded silently one in front of the other across the plush carpet of the room she'd taken for rent above the store. And just as slowly and steady as she was thinking... she took her seat again... starting to think of a cure::

Hanzo came to the shop, as he was instructed to do by Mylly. Glancing around for a moment nothing had his interest except for the poison that could be taken orally. He spotted some and raised a brow. ``Perhaps she just restocked.``


Stepping up the staircase, he sat patiently for Mylly to recognize he was here. ``I'm here, Miss Silver, just as you told me to do at the Inn. `` With that, he saw her step in from the next room with a slight smile on her face. He didn't know if it was out of disgust or anticipation, he just waited for her to say something.

He followed her up the stairs as told, lifting his gaze higher so it would not be level with her lower back. After standing near her for a brief moment he nodded and a seat, feeling very at home, it reminded him of his residence in Japan.


He remained silent and continued to let her speak, all the while managing to keep eye contact with her. Nodding in appreciation, he took the tea and poured a rather unnecessary amount of sugar in the cup, quietly stirring.


``Well..loyalties..`` He paused to think about that for a moment. ``I will be forced to resign if I am in the position to harm my beloved Charna..`` He blushed a little.



``Charna Lyndria, perhaps would be priority of the moment, she is my master of sorts. But I doubt you will cross paths with her, or get involved with any means. But other than that, I will do whatever it takes to guard you, m'lady. I have no hidden connections or nothing of that sort. Though I am a ninja, I am trustworthy.`` He took a sip of his chai and discreetly licked the remnants from his lips.



I am.. curious on this punishments however. Death.. well.. I am impervious all blades, even those of the enchanted genre. Beheading.. impaling of the heart.. *He shook his head.* None of that you, will work. I won't betray you or fail to protect, I will promise you that. *A slight smirk as he continued to sip his tea.*

Hanzo mock pouted at his employer. ``No love hmm..I feel so crushed, I secretly had feeling for you, Miss Silver.`` His voice was sarcastic all along, he punctuated his sentence with a smirk.


`` Yes, I do not do anything unless you say. Basically, I am your attack dog. And believe me, I have no intent in snooping around in your business. That would be just.. rude.``


Another sip of his tea before closing his eyes. He cocked his head to the side, he wasn't looking at nothing in particular but he was popping a few stiff joints in his neck which in some could be heard.


``A rather lovely place you have here, Miss Silver. But, now that I have understood your expectations and parameters of you hiring me, I doubt you will want me here any longer. Do I show myself out..?``

``If I can have as much tea as I like, I believe my welcome would be worn out rather quickly.``


A snicker before taking a small sip of his tea. He knew tea was not supposed to be gulped down and gulping seemed rude in the presence of a lady. Another sip and the tea was gone. But he poured one last cup and watched as the legion of tiny sugar crystals sink into the bottom of the tea cup. A brisk stirring before inhaling the scent.


``Oh, Miss Silver. Since you are my boss now, is there anything in particular you request of me to call of you? Madam.. boss.. or will Miss Silver do just fine..?`` A small sip as his eyes never left hers.

"Talomar," her voice was pure charming and her smile matched as she greeted him. She stood smoothly and then looked to Hanzo...

"That will be all. I will call you when I need to." Her attention went back to the massive man now in her door way and moved her hand welcoming him in. "Shall we get started."

She watched Hanzo with her hand on her hip, she knew not another word would be said until the shop and appartment where empty.

Once she heard a sound only her ears could hear, she walked over to the window. Brushing the heavy red silk curtains and pampered fern leaves aside, she looked out onto the street below.

She didn't feel the need to ask or invite Talomar to have a seat. He would sit if he wanted. She let the curtains fall back, hanging in graceful sways omitting visage from the street. She pulled and placed a cigarette in that eccentric long holder of hers and lit it as she turned away from the window.

"No one can ever say you don't make an impact on entrance." She crossed her arms infornt of her loosely, clove smoke and lotus scented perfume drifted into the air around her. She had a shiny red tint to her doll like lips that moved into a coy smile, and a sparkle was set in her deep eyes as she walked closer to him.

:: after the meetings Mylly had returned to her specialty decor'd apartment above the Lotus. She missed ShinKa dearly even as she stepped across the threshold of the West End living quarters.

She sighed and threw her silk gloves and coat over the parlor chair as she walked further. the door slowly, silently shutting behind her and locking. There were actually a few things she missed. She stopped at the picture window, pushing aside the climbing and fanning plants, she was outlined by a small dim light as she looked down on streets.

"Ami, my tea." a small girl who looked just as oriental as Mylly took small steps back and was out of sight. Ami was Mylly's favorite maid, quiet, sweet, and loyal. More loyal then anyone that was not straight blood. Ami could stand unnoticed for hours under a shadow in a room and seem to blend in, never seen by visitors as she went about her chores. It took no time for a steaming cup to be held up humbly waiting for Myllyanna to take.

"Rest my bird, I have need of an ear," she said as she took the cup. Ami knew her presence was more a wish, a comfort, she smiled softly and kneeled, bowing her head slightly. Ami would listen with love and no judgment, nor advice.

Time had gone by, the river it always seemed never to dam by fleshful hands.

Mylly turned on a single small lamp that rested on the parlor table in her themed office. With a look around she wondered which emotion she should be feeling at this moment. She was pleased to be back, but her adventure was much more exciting. She quirked a brow at herself and made way to open the curtians and let a little fresh air inside. Drapes of heavy red silks and linens parted ways to give veiw to the spring night streets outside her shop. Ami had been around, noted, keeping the place free from too much dust... but only a few over her window plants had died during the last part of winter.

I'll just buy new ones. she marked in her mental notes, plus she had a few seedlings in her cases now she wanted to try.

The stroll about her mock apartment may have seemed to be one giving count of possessions, but instead she could only think of the ruins and jungle she had visited in the south, far south. Far far far away where she could think of her next moves. She needed to adjust fire at this point. Not to forget about the little bird that whispered to her about the ado around here, even if some was about nothing. It was time to come back.

She would be sending Ami out and about, but she would be needing more hands soon. Dirty could take care of the Club, after all he's been doing well enough. But what of the others?

She had heard the faint chime of the bell over the door when he had entered, at the moment she was extracting a very curious siamese from a fine net covered cage in the back room. Shooing the feline ahead of her, she parted the beaded curtian with one hand, the other guiding the fragile bird like cage through with the other.

The smell of jasmine and clove swept into the room, clinging to red silks she wore. Her hair pinned up but lazily and the wrap open about her neck exposing the china white skin of her neck and collar bones. The perfumes gave her shop that antique mystic scent. It fit in perfectly to the clicking of beads falling against eachother, to rest.

A perfect smile lit on her face as she spoke finding him not to far. "Maris, excuse the cat." down at thier feet the cat turned small lazy circles. Mylly's flecked eyes went from Maris to the flowers and back, a grin turning the side of her mouth into a half grin half smile. "You remembered I see. Come, this way."

Leading him up stairs lined handwove red carpet, the sound of the front door locked behind them. She had the package upstairs in theas well as the blue print, if you will, drawn for the weapon and item she needed him to make.

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Mylly had actually enjoyed the private talk the shared over tea, quiet, meant for no others ears. That was rare any more. As she turned away, looking over her shoulder at him. "The item I want you to make for me Maris? That must tell you a few things, even if I have not?"

"Of course, what I have figured, correct me if I'm wrong on this Myl. But I think you only want certain people to be able to get in close with you. Weather that's from a lack of trust or just a desire keep an unattainable air about you. None the less, I think I should feel honored that you nvited me into your home and business. You have enough faith in my work that you wish for me to be invovled with ya."

Grinning more as his hands come to rest on her hips, then slowly travel along her body, it's more analyical in his touch, measuring her.
She had offered a way they could become allied. After all he had been one of her better friends.

"Of late I don't I've been able to confind as much a person in Rhy'din lately as I have you."
" I'm glad you trust me enough Maris,"her words are true as they slip from her lips," You have been more then just a friend to me all this time, I've grown quite found of you and wouldn't dream of hurting you. But," she had picked up the tapes from the table as she had walked around im early as they talked, and held them now between them and added a sultry lilt to her voice, "I want to hurry and get business out of the way."

"Right I'm sorry," Taking the tapes and standing up to look at her as the cold nylon of the measuring tap was place tighlty around her hips.
Mylly couldn't help but smile as she lifted her arms out of the way atching
his hands then his face.

"You are right for the most part, I don't want people to get too close, and if I let the wrong ones close, I want to be protected. I am sure you know the feeling."

Nodding making a mental note of the hip measurement before taking the waist measurment. "I learned that from past mistakes, but haven't we all?

"Yes, I'll agree, wait though..." she pauses his hands with one of hers for a moment and lets the robe float from her shoulders and hang by the sash holding it closed at her hips.

"I want a perfect fit, to the skin."