After she put the kids to work on the old theater she made herself take a walk around the new neighborhood. She hated sitting still and waiting for things to happen, for people to come to her. Sohail was a doer, always would be.

Old brownstones and broken down shops blurred together in an endless stream of decay. She was halfway past the store when her mind told her feet to stop. They did and she stood, staring at the sign. The Onyx Lotus. It wouldn't hurt to go in; she grabbed open the door and stepped inside to be assaulted by the scent of incense and oils.

Her brows went up at the assortment of items for sale as she moved around. The corrupt wheels in her head were a'turning. She had several crates at the warehouse to get rid of- imports from her contacts on Earth. While they may not be rare on that planet, she knew that many people were still in the dark about off-planet imports and how to get them. She knew she had some dried Water Hemlock and Death Lily that would hopefully prove valuable to the owner.

She turned at the sound of the beeds and lifted a brow at the exotic woman who emerged from behind them. She tried to smile in what she thought to be a friendly way, but she could never tell- she didn't have much practice at it.

"Nice place yah got going here, interesting wares." Always compliment them first, praise could be a disarming and endearing mechanism. "I was actually wondering who yah buy from? Don't always see this kinda stuff around here, thought maybe if you knew how to obtain this you could get more rare items?"

It was a casual question with a hidden challenge; maybe the girl really did just trade in usual and slightly unusual spells and potions and nothing more.

*Hanzo stepped in the shop as well, his mask over half his face and his hair cast over the rest. His slit pupils and steel gray eyes combined together go form a stare that could chill fire. His focus drifted to the woman he barely noticed, only recognized by the faint scar on her face. He then glanced to the other woman, supposedly the owner of this shop.*


Well... two beautiful women.. and I have not a chance at one of them.. anyways... do you happen to carry any.. poisons? Something I could coat my blade with.. or perhaps something that could be fooled into being ingested? I have decided to help my master rid herself of some shadows in her past.


*He glanced to the woman of oriental descent, before softly whispering to himself.* Sohail Khan... we meet again.

:: She listened to the tiny bell above the door ring to silence as she gazed to Hanzo. She was not so pleased to have lost or had a customer bullied out of her shop. She would figure out a way to get the woman back. ::

"Follow me," Myllyanna motioned as she turned to a wood and glass display table and looked from its different bottles and boxes, each more different then the next but no markings as to its contents.

"As for poisons to ingest, I am out at the moment," it was a lie and it was plain in her eyes. No offence was meant, but one did not just open such illegals to anyone they had not done business with in those matters. While she knew him, she did not yet "know" him that well. "But if you wish protection Poisons... I have a decent selection for you to coat metals in."

She prepared a specialized mix, poured the sticky oil like potion into an unremarkable bottle, and placed the stopper in tight. Myllyanna walked back to him from around her counter holding it for him to see.

"This one will stay through most rains but not total long term submersion or scrubbing. It must strike blood to work so make your cut count should you have to defend yourself; it will not seep through skin and will paralyze and almost stop the heart in very healthy adult male. If they are sickly, it will stop the heart long enough to die...." She looked at him in a matter of fact way, so he knew this was again, business.

She hoped that he understood that just announcing you wanted to buy poisons on the first meet would yeild nothing, a bond, trust, and much, much more money needed to cross hands. :::

:: she gave him an empathetic grin as she listened to him. She wasn't going to start hating anyone. Not yet.

"An honest mistake Sir. Please come again."

As she walked back to the antique buttoned cash register, she looked out the glass paneled door one last time. She stopped and shifted a spider like hanging fern with red blossoms instead of white, the move caused a puff of pink and red powders in the air that mixed sweetly with the incense that trickled around the room.

He had overpaid her. She settled money away in the register and locked it. It was on purpose she did not announce the price. It was a test he passed well, well enough for her to know what she needed and she would welcome his business again.

She took out a marble mortar and pestle and began working some crushed stone and oil into paste, she waited to see if the Young lady would be coming back in:::

"I believe you were also asking about item acquisitions," she smiled briefly yet warm to the young woman.

"But I know I have more then one thing that you might like, or at least find interesting. Perhaps... " she paused my an small but elaborate set of gold, perhaps painted or plated, cages with a mechanical bird in one. Myllyanna continued, "If you had a curiosity I could oblige you."

The beads at the door clipped together, but just faintly. No person appeared but a slinking Siamese cat that was temporarily distracted by the noise and gave them a gentle paw swat before blinking and moving about the shop itself.

"Cigarette?" she held up a sweet exotic clove cigarette for Sohail when her attentuion returned, it's silver case open for her to help herself.

:: she gave the young woman a thoughtful smile before lighting one of the cigarettes herself.::

I mostly deal with things from the East, from Middle to North and South, and then some from some forests that people don't want to tred in, and be caught in. Then there is some things, just a touch on the grey side of the law. From Items to, hired help.

And of course, there are requested items, those are my biggest sellers. :: the smile had faded from her eyes but mischief boomed in them as she was reading the girls face for a moment.::

She was most definitely intrigued, the lift of her eyebrow a sure indicator. "Requested items, you say?" She was suddenly all business, her back straightening in an unrelenting posture, "I was actually wondering where I could get my hands on some good old-fashion pistols. None of these new-fangled blasters, I'd rather shoot a bullet into someone then burn them."

She knew her request wasn't wholly unusual or hard to obtain- not when she suspected Mylly of being able to get her hands on much more rare items. Just as the shop owner wouldn't trust someone like her on the first transaction, she wasn't trusting either. Last time she trusted someone she had ended up with some dirty drugs and almost killed herself. "Yah see, I have a pair but they're hand-me-downs and I really want a fresh new pair of my own. Engraved even. I know you deal more with herbs and the like, but if you could just give me a nudge in the right direction?"

She nodded as the woman spoke, easily committing the directions to memory. Written word left too much evidence when one dealt with the gray area of the law.

"I thank you kindly for the information, doll. Unfortunately, it leaves me very much in your debt." She withdrew a card from her pocket, the address for the orphanage scrawled on it, "If and when you want your payment, call for me here. The name's Khan."

It had been months since Myllyanna stepped physically into her own shop. Things indeed had been kept up well. Ami again had not let her Mistress down.

Myllyanna had taken the Dreamscape to the shop, but things and beings acted differently, looked and felt differently. She was the only one that could slip past the wards she had wove and the curse she had set for any others that tried to visit the shop without their material body.

She had only a small bit on her sharp mind as she walked through the front room. Her slender hand poured over the faithful Siamese that held down the counter and called to her asking for the Dragon Lady's touch.

"I know, I have been gone too long my precious. Ami." Never a waver of her voice as she called to the slip of a girl behind her.

"Put this in the back room. Only bring it out when you know I have said so." And she held out the little stone with her other hand for the girl to take away.

"And when you are done with that. Go fetch it's former owner. It's time for her to visit"

Having had a bit of a run in with what she could only define as demon, she slept for the better part of two days, her body using the time to heal. Upon waking, she rose in a panic, silver gaze widening as she realised not only had she slept far too long, but she was nude. Medea never slept nude, it left her at too much of a disadvantage should she need to defend herself. Quickly, she saw to bathing, dressing, and darted down the Inn's stairs, it was late evening, and two full days had past while she slept.

Invited for a walk in order to explain the nature of her now healed injury, she eagerly went, the fresh air more than welcome after the stuffy and crowded atmosphere of the inn. She took her time explaining to Brian what had happened, what she sensed, and the little bit she knew. He asked questions, and she answered what she could admitting to a frustrating amount of queries about the situation herself. She then discussed with him bits of her thoughts, dreams and concerns in regards to her future, and the fear that she had slept right through her appointment with Lady Myllyanna. Brian assured her there was yet time, and that the Lady would call for her soon.

Strolling back to the inn alone, she realised that even with the unknown hanging over her, the fears of Fatin sending blades for her, and the uncertainty of how she would survive now .. she was still happy. A quick bite to eat, and she was off to bed once more, still more tired than a body that had slept for two days had any right to be.

With the morning, she hung around the inn, eager to meet up with Ami, the Lady having said she would send her for Medea when it was time, and she was determined not to miss her. Medea bumped into Jenai, who informed her that Ami had indeed called for her, and would likely be back, this knowledge redoubled her determination to stay close, she wouldn't make the Lady wait longer than she must.

~seeing the girl, she looks up, a slow smile curling her lips as she nods lightly. Trained all her life as a thief, there wasn't much she missed and admittedly she was slightly surprised that the girl seemed so young, but then again, she wasn't so very old herself. Rising to her feet, she nods lightly, flaming curls shifting in a cascading riot around her shoulders with the movement~

"I've been expecting you, sorry I missed you the first time, its a long story."

~Clad in hip hugging jeans and a brilliant emerald button down half shirt, she grins and says softly.~

"I'm ready if you are."