<font color="darkred" face="verdana" size="1">lies! ALL OF IT! (I swear)</font> -- Main Street

[[loo asked tarry to pop in and say hi. I got a quick rundown of everything but I don't have the time to read through it all (er, the whole thread). my assumption: it's the usual family skullduggery. if I got something wrong, ignore what I said ^_^'' sorreh.]]

It was colder than she had assumed it would be, out here wandering the bedraggled streets of the city. Not like the sun-kissed shores of the Aegean isles, the palm-bedecked paths of the Irish coast or the bright sparkle of glamor that crowned the Champs Elysee in the early afternoon, but special in it's own right. There was something more magical about this city that she thoroughly enjoyed, something that sent tremors down her spine. She adored the magical realms, but, you know... she'd get bored if she was trapped back home. Although the chill hadn't pained her ash-pale skin or colored her albino cheeks, Tarot still shivered slightly. The v-neck of her white t-shirt was covered by the fringe of a soft pattered scarf, doubled around her neck for warmth. The crystalline emerald hung on a silver chain over the bare expanse of her chest, slowly shifting colors in the midday sun.

Beltane trotted placidly at her side, the bells on his collar jangling with every step he took, his footfalls in time with those of his mistress. His nose was pressed to the ground, snuffling anxiously across the cold, damp concrete, trying to catch wind of something- anything- to chase. He liked a good chase. Tarot whistled as they wound down the avenue, her eyes doing much of the same as Beltane did- hidden behind her sunglasses searching vainly for any kind of entertainment. Her bright red hair blew around her face, catching around her earrings and brushing against her eyes.

That was another difference. There really was nothing going on here. Sure, it may be a magic-dominated community but... hell... she'd had more fun times in a city with a 1% paranormal population. No one got killed, no one attacked, no one caused scandals and, well, no one seemed to ever be up to something. Well, at least, something she could get involved in. Sigh. At least she had a wonderful place to crash.

The duo turned a corner off of the beaten path, Tarot tripping along in her flip-flops with no regard for the temperature and Beltane scampering on ahead, knowing before his mistress did that the chase was on. Oooh. Tarot stopped, a grin overtaking her apathetic features. This was more like it, yes indeed. Arrghhhh yesssssss. Finally! With a renewed skip in her step and roses blooming in her cheeks she scampered over to the calamity. The scents were familiar to her- it was Mister Creepy Man! And his daddy! The... Balawhozes. Balawhattys? Tarot shrugged. Meh. That guy and that other guy. But who was this guy?

She delivered a swift kick to the "this" man crouched over the form of another thingy-person. Oh. Wait. Woman. Or was it? She didn't know anymore. Oi. Are you another one? Of the... erm... the Barakazis? Damnit, what was their name?! What are you all, rabbits? I thought goblins were prolific but, damn, your family takes first prize. Tarot glanced him over with a dismissive sigh. Hmm. Was he a new one? He looked familiar. It made her head hurt. Tarot didn't like being confused. She liked confusing. Beltane rubbed himself against his mistress's side and took a seat by the man's head, barking cheerfully and baring his rows and rows of sharp, yellowing teeth.

While the Madam was happy with something new to do, he'd only be pleased when someone made a run from her.

S'kay, Belly. Don't bite.Tarot breathed into the air, laughing to herself. This guy was a creeper, wasn't he? His brother was a succubus and very good at it. Daddy was a charmer, too. Hadn't that gene passed on? Earrtthhh to whoever you are, sidewalks are only romantic to ants, dogs and the occasional alley cat. And you, buddy, are most definietly a man.

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