Jun 29 16:15:41 106 PA.

From Chronicles

The five o clock hour turns over at the Alibi and with it the steady inward flow of revelers begins. Well, increases as some will have already been there a bit. But it is only just now that Wednesday's DJed music starts up and people start to move to the dance floor. The guard at the door keep the people moving steadily inside, drawing aside those with weapons to see to their removal, letting those without move inward freely.

Desmond stands beside the edge of the bar, quietly observing the waking of the club. Evening is when it is truly alive. He, clad in his common denim, scans those entering and bellying up to the bar. Mutely considering faces. Some remembered, others not. For the moment he is a silent sentinel, watching for hints of disorder to the beginnings of the club's brand of neat chaos.

Passing through the checks at the door Tirzah beelines to the bar. Apparently takin now stops to live a little tonight she orders a double tequila and lime soda over ice in a tall glass. Its delivered quickly and she pays with a welcome tip before turning to assess the floor and the music playing.

Leonard is amongst the unarmed, and therefore enters with little difficulty. His first stop is also the bar, to partake of the bargain drinks. The option of dancing to the DJ's selections comes afterward, or intermingled. His choice of wine as the poison du jour is not surprising, but he does keep the selection to the more casual house vintage. Anything too refined would not likely be included with the Wednesday special, anyhow.

As Tirzah goes to the bar, Desmond will nod his head towards her quietly. The polite gesture mingling with the unchanging nature of his expression. The same is offered to Leo as well, the big feline's eyes tracking the pair for a brief few moments during each of their passing before him. Though after his eyes lift again, scanning the developing crowd in the club, ears flicking to and fro, marking bits of conversation and the like.

Tirzah returns the slight nod without any more to that as she takes a good swallow from her drink. Savoring that the looks about for the floor for a few moments to see if anyone interesting is apparent. But then Leonard comes up and he seems to catch her interest from a moment. Her eyes following him intently as he asks for his trademark indulgence. But it seems to end as quickly as it began as she wander off to mingle on the floor.

"Evening, Desmond." Leonard offers more than a nod to the feline, but does not delve into excessive conversation. One of them is hard at work, and the other drinking, once the wine arrives. A sip of that accompanies an unhurried glance down the bar and towards the dance floor, in time to catch Tirzah's turn, if not her prior interest. "Tirzah." His greeting to her is brief enough to be merely an acknowledgement, but then she does already appear bound for elsewhere.

Curriosity often draws people like a moth to a flame, and Sarik is hardly any different in that regard. The young man having a fairly short and uneventful trip through security after having waited his turn to get into the The Alibi. A club he'd only heard snippets of. Enough however to get him to come in and check the place out and see what all the fuss was about. Having no weapons or any other such things he doesnt even have to check the fairly standard assortment that most carry in this day and age. Once inside however he seems a touch lost as to what to do. ONe would think he'd never danced before in his life, or even heard of the concept by the way he slowly skirts the crowd while looking ever so slightly like a lost child in a large department store.

"A pleasant one, I assume?" Desmond's question to Leo sounding a bit more perfunctory than deeply interested. But it re mains polite as his head turns, his visual attention given to Leonard. His ears continue to shift in short, precise flicks, tracking this and that casually.

Slipping into the miasma of people like the seasoned visitor she is, its not hard for Tirzah to get away from whats familiar and enjoy what's not. Though she doesnt get far before she sees the ripples of another pebble in the pond. Shy glances, points, gossip, outright gawking, radiate subtly from a particularly attractive young man. But, oddly, he doesn't appear too confident in his recognition. Interested Tirzah starts to watch the young man and the reactions he causes as she weaves about the gaggles.

Leonard turns his attention back to the bar and Desmond's politely extended question, perfunctory or not. "It is, so far. Whether it improves or worsens remains to be seen. My hopes are that it does not deteriorate, of course. Yours has proven satisfactory or better?"

Sarik continues to wander through the crowd, somewhat oblivious to the reactions around him. It's hard to say why though, if he's genuinely unaware of the stir he creates simply by being in a place like this, or perahps simply because he's used to it, or even expects it. He even seems to gawk right back in some ways though not at any one person, but rather all the dancing going on, and the various social clusters. It's clear that regardless of his looks he's a socially awkward sort, a fish out of water as it were though, at least he doesnt seem to be at any risk of drowning any time soon. Desmond, by nature of his CS creation will likely however detect a brief flare up of psychich activity, though it's pretty low key. And what ever it is, it's certainly nothing overtly obvious what ever it was while the youth wanders, slowly nearing the bar though he's still a ways from reaching it.

"My day progresses well," Desmond rumbles deeply in reply to Leo. "And the evening begins well, but in the same it remains to be seen just how it ends up. Fortunately, this week has not seen any more than minor.." His words pause, ears flicking outward, followed a moment later by a turn of his head. His eyes sweep the gathered people slowly. Moving over Sarik in the deal, but for a few moments he continues his scan. Seeing no obvious disturbance, he lets his eyes dip to regard the familiar youth as he draws closer to the bar.

As the young man turns to the bar Tirzah decides to be forward and intercept. No one else seems to be taking the bait yet after all, and her reputation is a bold one. Gliding towards him through the crowd her intent curiosity is clear on her face without need for extrasensory looks. She slips behind him to try a tail her fingers very delicately across his shoulder blade as she come up on his other side. "Hello, I see you're new, can I get you a drink?" A little cliche perhaps, and her looks are a bit below average with her flat chest and boyish muscles. But her voice does hold a charismatic allure to it of great promise.

A packed club is usually a riot of sounds, colours and people to say the least. Especially one in Rifts, where not only is it people, but D-bees as well. Making it a riot of shapes and species as well, even if the vast majority are human. Still, one just cant even begin to compare that to such a setting, while also being open to the massive wall of feelings of everyone around you, coupled with the glowing, dancing auras. Indeed Sarik finds it all a little overwhelming for the first bit, causing him to pause in his steps, and indeed his obvious distraction at.. something, causes him to jump a little at Tirzah's intital touch.

None the less the young teen, after blinking away his initial supprise turns his focus to the woman now before him as he regards her with a slight tilt of his head. "Sorry? I was not paying attention." he says even sounding a touch overwhelmed by something. Tirzah's own apperance however hardly seems to cuase him to turn away, those unusual eyes sweeping over her, yet it's not in the usual sort of intrest she may be used to. Rather it's almost like a hungry tiger sizing some one up for a potential meal. Yet that sense is equally softened by his young apperance and the fact that he's clearly a little out of it at the moment in a rather youthful and boyish way. Still, it does have abit of an.. unnatural sense to it.

Desmond remains quiet as he observes Sarik and, by that coin, Tirzah from afar. Mostly the young man, the varying nature of his expression taken in, ears flicking forward to catch a bit of the talk over the sound of music and myriad other voices. His attention will linger, but for now he remains at the side of the bar whilst doing so.

Tirzah snickers and stays close to the overwhelmed young man. Though as far as she knows its simply from the Alibi and her sudden approach. Keen to keep him on the ropes she sends her finger out to poke him hard. "My aren't you the young impressionable lad stumbling into the lion's den?" She asks with free flowing charm. "I asked, if you would like a drink. Its rude just a turn a gift down you know, but to fail to even acknowledge it.. What would you think?" She teases before taking a sip of her own drink before she moves back to the bar.

As time wears on at least one psychich sense will only clarify Sarik as a definitive source to Desmond. Perhaps not as readily to a Psi-Stalker or a Dog-boy, but such things can not hide from the mutant felines of the Coalition forever, and thus one reason why they and their ofshoot ilk are still kept around and used. Yet that's something the young Sarik has no experience with. Not something he knows. So too of course are the same things about him that Desmond could sense once before. Just now it's far more.. tangible.

The youth however, at least appears to be behaving himself, regardless of what ever power it is he's actually in use of. Mid way through Tirzah's teasing comment, there's a slight perk of noteable interest from Sarik. Something she said, perhaps that grabs his attention. That poke however when delivered will find flesh that's cool to the touch, not cold but.. cooler than perhaps one would expect. Cool.. and hard. More so than one would expect certainly, though still somewhat pliable. "Oh.. right.." he mumbles, barely audible over the noise of the club. He seems at abit of a loss how to properly respond at first, social interactions such as this clearly not something he's used to, which seems additionally out of place no doubt in it's own right. "Ummm.. sure?" he seems almost uncertain about that though otherwise his tone is eager enough for company.

Leonard's gaze now drifts out to the crowd. Perhaps aligned by Desmond's, he notes Sarik and Tirzah. In the lion's den, indeed. A smile grows upon his lips as he watches the pair. Desmond continues to observe quietly, without moving from his spot beside the bar. Most of his focus on Sarik, though his expression remains relaxed and no note of concern or alarm rises from him. And as it seems both will move towards the bar soon, his attention broadens a bit towards the both of them. His head will turn to track any mutual movement and he is neither subtle nor hesitant in that.

Tirzah shake her head in a carefree manner, seeming to chide the youth's hesitation. "So what do you want to drink then?" She asks as she steps a little faster to take the lead back to the bar. "Something dark? Something bright? Something warm? She asks throwing the terms about as she finishes the last of her own drink. Looking interested in trying the flavors he suggests.

That pressed offer seems to catch the young man further off guard. Sarik rubs the back of his neck in an idly sheepish manner. "Ummm.. all of them?" he asks then rather than states "Any of them?" a blink then as he regards Tirzah while following along. No doubt causing a few looks of envy as he follows her to the bar. "Errrmmmm.. what would you recommend?". The young man it seems is practically so naieve as to be unbelievable. Though at least he offers a friendly grin and tone. There is but one slight distraction to his attention however, as he reaches the bar. That being the presence of Leonard and Desmond. "Oh! Wow Hey!" he says perking up a moment, Tirzah not exactly forgotten but definately ignored for at least a brief moment as he waves to them before somewhat slowly comming to the realization that, perhaps he should not entirely excluse Tirzah "Sorry.. " he says then seeming somewhat embarassed "Friends of mine." he offers by way of explanation

"Evening, Sarik." Leonard lifts his glass in a gesture to return the youth's wave as he and his escort near. "Are you enjoying yourself so far? I don't doubt that Tirzah will somehow manage to prove wholly entertaining..." His smile shifts to her with the potential compliment.

"Greetings, Sarik" Desmond offers in reply to the energetic greeting he gets. His not so much so, but lightly familiar. There is a moment of pause before his attention shifts towards Tirzah. A long forgotten event coming to mind as he adds, "Perhaps something mild to start. Beginning too quickly can have.. consequences. Nor would I think it a kindness to cloud the senses of one who has yet so much to draw in." His eyes moving back towards Sarik.

Tirzah snickers looking back to Leonard and Desmond to flash her sly smile. "Mine too actually. Well maybe not so much Desmond, though he means well I guess. But Leonard, when he's behaved." She points out in a cunning tone before looking to the bar. "Two glasses of the deep red brandy there, warmed." She orders, doling a larger coin of credits to handle the exquisite drinks. Turning back from the bar as the drinks are made she regards him once more. "Do you drink much?" She asks, curious if the rich sweetness of what is being made will be lost on the youth. Though she doubts its punch will be. Thus it is apparent that Desmond's suggestion directly contradict her intentions of experience.

In this too Sarik seems oddly overwhelmed, so perhaps Tirzah may yet be in for a double dissapointment in her intentions. "Drink ummm? Like.. what? Water? Stuff? Other?" His confusion giving a clear indication at least that indeed, he lacks experience with liquor, so perhaps while one option is down the drain most likely, the other prospect may yet not be. His attention flits around like a hummingbird however from Tirzah, to the coin, to the others at the bar. Even a brief glance out to the rest of the club. The comments from Desmond and Leonard are taken in, though it seems at least momentarily hard to tell. STill, the youth helps himself to a seat nearby to Leonard and Desmond. At least he has enough sense to keep a group of friends togeather for a short while to have a friendly conversation. "Umm.. but wow! Cool! Nice that you all know each other. I'm uhh.. kinda new here."

Yeah, gee, you think?

He seems content however to drink what ever is offered regardless of Desmond's well intentioned advice. "So she's uhh... kinda like you then Leo?" he asks of the man all of a sudden. His true intrest in Tirzah comming to the fore now though not quite as blatantly as he could have made it. It helps perhaps that he's still a little overwhelmed by everything.

Leonard arches a brow at Sarik's question and chuckles. "Like me? Our abilities are similar in some respects, if that is to what you refer. Other than that," his gaze shifts to Tirzah, "we are likely more different than alike. What would you say, Tirzah?"

"You're being offered alcohol," Desmond notes steadily. "A liquid that can soften and distort the senses taken in great quantity or concentrated forms. You should exercise some moderation until you know what your tolerance is for it. For yourself and those around you as it can lead one to act irrationally when too much is taken in." His intent clear. To keep things on the level. Of course, when you have to deal with drunks and over indulgers on a constant basis it demands a certain.. attempt at preemption.

Tirzah raises a brow at the exchange between Sarik and Leonard before taking a small sip of the brandy. Letting it wet her tongue and savoring the flavor slowly she considers the tow for a moment, curious about their connection. None the less she pushes Sarik's glass towards him with her enduring cunning smile. "Take a small sip, let it wet your tongue and mingle with your saliva. Once you're satisfied with that sampling, swallow. And once your senses long for more, repeat." She instructs him in the ways of appreciating fine spirits. Looking back to Leonard she considers his question for a moment. "Well I'm not an expert on shifters but Vargus told me some things. You are linked to a deity for most of your power yes?. I am similar but perhaps on a different scale, my link is to the entire elemental plane and the gods that inhabit it. Which can get overwhelming at times. I'm beginning to think its too much for a mortal to wield, but it is trial I am expected to handle." She explains in the simplest terms she can.

There's a moment of pause then as Sarika accepts the glass, digesting the information from Desmond in a manner so unlike the youth he seems to hold. There's a definate sense of calculation then that only grows more apparent durring the exchange between Tirzah and Leonard. A sip taken as they talk. Tirzah's comments on how to 'enjoy' such a beverage held to at least for a little while before he looks at the glass somewhat curriously before nearly finishing it off all at once. Though he doesnt just exactly gulp it down. Rather he holds the alcoholic liquid in his mouth for a while slowly swallowing it down bit by bit. Still faster than any affectionado would approve of, but such is the temperment of youth it seems. "So.. " he begins softly with a soft gentle frown creasing his fine features. "You.." he says indicating Leonard with the now empty glass "Would be ah.... ah.." he frowns then seeming uncertain. "I'm not certain." he admits after a moment before glanding to Tirzah "And you, an elementalist?" he doesnt sound completely certain of that guess. "You dont sound quite like a fuisonist."

Tirzah stares at Sarik as he sodomizises the fine drink, silent in shock for a moment as she places her glass down. "I'm not buying you any more drinks." She states simply in final reaction to that occurrence, sounding a bit off put. "But I am a warlock yes, of fire and air." She confirms for him before rising. "Now I need to go to the ladies room, and I'm sure these two will tell you all kinds of stories while I'm gone. Don't let them scare you too much." She advises with a wink before turning to slip off to the washrooms.

Desmond frowns faintly as Sarik downs the whole glass far faster than is appropriate. His eyes lift naturally, glancing towards those of his staff nearest. A passing thing before his attention returns to the three near to him. But other than that, he allows thing sto play out before him as they will for the moment, giving Tirzah a subtly arched brow in response to her words. "Ever contentious," he comments simply, regardless of her awareness or lack thereof as she goes.

Sarik seems a little confused at that reaction. Indescretions of youth indeed. "Err.. wait what?" he says a little confused at Tirzah's comment. She's apparently not entirely mad at him though he can at least tell he did -something- wrong. Though it's clear he has no understanding of what. A confused glance then given towards Desmond as he speaks that small, simple phrase. "I dont get it." "I believe you drank your drink too fast for her preferences," Desmond notes to Sarik. "It is uncommon for most to so quickly take them in. Often it is sign that one is more interested in the intoxication than the drink itself." He pauses, considering Sarik briefly before he opines, "I would assume that it will not effect you as it might others." A few clues hinting towards a sense of imperviousness to at least some over indulgence. "Though that does not mean you should not take care."

"Oh..." The youth responds, sounding still a little confused but at least he is given some level of understanding. "I.. I just wanted to see what it was like." he says, still sounding confused. "It doesnt taste of much with such a small sip. And was.. kinda odd." he says then discussing the oddity of the drink. Something he'd never tried before. "What is intoxication?"

"Perhaps you did not give yourself time enough to appreciate it," Desmond rumbles deeply. "With any food, a taste is a small amount, save for the most flavorless of things. As to intoxication, it is a state in which the mind is slowed and the senses are fogged. Some find it pleasant, but delving too deep into this state can encourage recklessness. Which often leads one to be forcibly removed from this establishment. Thus it is best in all cases to sample in moderation."

Sarik huhs softly "Must be some strange human thing." he comments idly. "I've certainly never encountered any such thing that could put -me- in such a state!" he declares. The youth making a rather brash statement in response to that to say the least. "Bet nothing could!"

"There is a lesson you will learn in life, Sarik," Desmond asserts with his own certainty. "Nothing is impossible. I would assume that enough drinking will do just that. But I would not advise it. Alcohol is a thing best taken lightly for the taste and no more. it is not favorable for the health of the body and that it clouds the senses makes it unsuitable for common consumption." His own view on the matter laid out bare. "Of course, here you may indulge as you prefer so long as you do not over indulge. Some do and cause troubles. They are removed."

"Well.. ok fine. But -I've- certainly never heard of such a thing!" Sarik's tone a little more child like, there may be quite a few odd things about him, though at least he doesnt act much more his age most of the time. Especially at times like this, indeed he seems even a little more immature at the moment than one would likely expect. However he changes the topic rather readily "So is it umm.. always like this in here?"

Desmond lets the contest of experience rest as he shakes his head in answer to the later question. "Only after five in the evening," h e rumbles deeply. "Before then it is quieter and there are fewer about. And we are closed on Mondays. Though today is especially populous as today is 'Happy Hour'. Drinks are half the price, which brings in many who look to save on their indulgences."

Returning from the ladies washroom with an air of freshness about her Tirzah looks quite pleasant and seemingly has forgot the faux pas she left at. Resettling to collect her drink she lets some of the power from her link flow into her hand to bring it back to warm as she looks to Sarik and Desmond. "Leo had to go? He was supposed to tell Sarik crazy things about me. Oh well." She pouts dramatically.

Sarik seems to be in a fairly heafty conversation with Desmond, though one could argue it's been somewhat fairly one sideded as Desmond has spent much of the time advising Sarik of the need for caution around alcohol if nothing else. Something the youth seems to have taken with a few heafty grains of salt and youthful ignorance and belief in his invincibility. "Oh.. why do you call it 'Happy Hour' if it is for a day?" He seems about to quickly follow that first question up with a second when Tirzah returns. "Oh! Hey again!" he says somewhat excitedly, his attention turning moentarily to Tirzah's treatment of her drink with some rather open and blatant curriosity. "Umm yeahhh.. he kinda went off uhh some where that away..." he says motioning in some utterly random direction towards the crowd. Clearly not sure when exactly Leonard had left.

"It is an archaic term, more symbolic than literal," Desmond offers Sarik before his attention shifts towards Tirzah. He considers her for a moment before he rumbles, "We did not speak of you." Plain, simple fact. He then notes to Sarik, "Many humans are fond of terms from the distant past. Aimee, she who runs this place with me, has taught me many of them."

Tirzah nods slightly at Desmond, accepting the statement of fact. "Yeah kinda disappointing when you come to expect to have to prove you're simply misunderstood. There goes half of my flirting for the rest of the night." She says with a slight sigh of loss. Recovering though she looks to Sarik. "So what are you then Sarik? What's your nature?" She asks, her gaze as curious about him as it was in the beginning. Such an odd person to be right in the thick of civilization and know next to nothing of it. "I bet you're a bit of a recluse, even Ahriman knows what happy hour is."

Sarik awwws at Tirzah all of a sudden as she asks him his nature "Damit.. why does everyone always asking me that?" his tone almost childlike in being found out. Though notably he doesnt deny not being human. "Did Leo tell you?" he asks then looking accusingly at Tirzah, much as a five year old would look at a parent that they knew very well could be hiding candy from them or at some buddy they knew was likely holding some deep 'secret'.

"If you find yourself often misunderstood, perhaps you do not explain yourself well enough," Desmond offers Tirzah. Easily taken literally or abstractly. His attention shifts towards Sarik, considering his reaction to a simple question thoughtfully. He studying the young man quietly for a few moments before his attention flicks back towards Tirzah.

Tirzah lowers a lazy glare at Desmond for a moment before shaking it off to consider Sarik. "No, Leonard didn't tell me anything. Should I go hunt him down and extract the information?" She asks, trying to make her tone as tempting as possible. "Is it some big secret? You don't have to tell me. But I have a habit of finding these things out one way or another." She warns with a cunning grin.

Sarik errrmmms at that, damn he's gotten himself caught. And he's at least had enough experience to tell that much. Still, with Tirzah's tone, perhaps it's not an entirely bad thing. "Well that is I uhh.. errmm... uhhhh.." he rubs at the back of his neck looking rather embarassed. "No! No secret! Nothing to see here! These are not the droids you are looking for! Move along! Move along!"

Desmond arches a brow subtly at Tirzah in response to the glare. "Or it could simply be your attitude." Plainly offered as he looks back to Sarik. "You need not speak of your nature if you do not wish to. And none should attempt to wheedle it from you aggressively or passively." His attention returning to Tirzah to linger for a few moments. He then shifts from the place he's been standing for the last little while. "I have tasks to attend," this noted to Sarik. "Enjoy your first visit here. Mind that you keep the peace amid chaos."

Tirzah sighs a bit exasperated by Sarik's cliche secret and Desmonds party pooping. Pretty much par for the course at the Alibi. "Oh nothing special then hmm? Just someone really lucky to be blessed with heavenly looks, but cursed with too much ignorance to really use them. A real shame that is. Not something I can really take interest in though. Boring." She laments before leaning back to slowly take in her drink and see if better cards will show.

Sarik sighs in turn himself, eying Tirzah for a moment with a rather studied look. As he does so however he gets an ever increasingly impish look crossing over him before he relents "Fine! I'll tell you. I'd even show you... but.." he trails off looking the way Desmond started to move off in. "Certain people probablyw oudlnt like it if I did that here."

"If it is of such disruptive or destructive potential, there is a whole city in which to display it. The Alibi will be here when you are done," Desmond offers the two simply before he turns, moving off towards the back office without further ado. Much to do.

Tirzah raises a brow at Sarik, curious again. She gives a slight nod to Desmond's insistence, considering the things alluded to so far as she finishes her drink. "Sometimes I have to go outside to truly express myself too." She admits with a sly smile before rising. "So lets go, but no funny business. You wouldn't be the first guy I burned for being a pig." She warns with a wink and starts to head for the exit.

Sarik blinks a little at that comment from Tirzah, seemingly however the pig comment brings him to a stop "Pig? PIG!?" he sounds more startled than actually really annoyed or mad. "I'm no pig! I EAT pigs..." he snorts then before following along "Pig she says.." he mumbles "I'll show you."

Taking a moment to consider things outside the Alibi Tirzah looks out to the shells of the industrial park in the distance and nods slightly. Hoping onto her hover cycle she fires it up without hesitation to zoom off and land atop of one of the buildings.

Sarik is hardly as fast as a hoverbike, and seems to have brought no mode of transportation with him beyond his own two feet. Still, he can run at a pretty good clip, though he's far from a star runner. The only upside is that he doesnt even seem to break into a sweat. Though he inevitably and very soon falls behind. He slows his steps then, considering what to do next as he continues towards the building in the distance.

Dismounting Tirzah walks to the ledge of the building a steps off to plummet down to the ground but catch herself in a floating landing as she walks towards the center of the park. "You're pretty fast, and capable." She notes as she looks Sarik over a catches the lack of exertion. "So you eat pigs hmm? Guess that means you're not Jewish." She jokes with a smirk. "I should introduce you to Meu, she likes pigs too."

Sarik still takes a good while to eventuallyr each the building. He's no star track runner afterall, at least not beyond his clear abiltiy for endurance runs. He pauses at the base of the building then as Tirzah jumps down, his intrest clearly piqued at her slowed descent. "Well.. of course I'm fast and capable!" he retorts. "I'm ME!" a brief pause then before he looks at her somewhat questioningly "Who's Meu?"

Tirzah smirks devilishly. "My mountain giant. Saved her from a slaver and she kind of adopted me. She can be a lot of fun, I bet you'd like her." She hints before pushing off the wall to glide slowly across the park. "So you going to show me just what you are then?" She asks, reminding Sarik why they are here.

Sarik huhs.. "I'm not sure I know what that is." he muses on the subject of the mountain giant. Though as Tirzah asks him to show her he pauses then before answering "Oh! Right." a brief pause then as he seems about to do something and then stops. "Ummm..." a brief frown then before looking about. "Right, try not to be too freaked out." he says before peeling off his shirt and practically throwing it at Tirzah "And hang onto these, dont wanna rip my clothes again."

Tirzah gasps as this show turns out to be a bit more involved than she bargained for. Though she does look tempted as she looks down at the shirt he tossed her she does eventually shake her head. "Um, you sure that is appropriate? Well I guess you must be single. I'm not though so I'll just turn around while you do your thing." She says, promptly turning with a slight blush.

Sarik errrmmms "Well.. yeah kinda gettnig completely naked right off the bat I guess isnt the best plan, but I at leastn want to make sure my shirt and pants dont get ripped. Leonard says I need to stop stealing from people sooo.." he shrugs before shucking the pants. He does at least wear a pair of boxers. Not that they last long after he tosses the pants to Tirzah. The young man's form quickly contorting and expanding into something... something most definately NOT human. Indeed the whole process takes but around 15 seconds or so from start to finish. The sound of ripping cloth as the boxers give way, not to flesh.. but hard scales. The six foot youth now a sizeable 30ft long blue dragon. "There? Happy?" he asks somewhat petulantlly then, the voice unmistakeably the same, as too the colour and general shape (if not exactly size) of the eyes. Of course a few started people can be heard gasping even a few running away. The latter something that seems to quite clearly please the young hatchling. "Oh! Right.. BOO!" +roll 1d20+1

Turning back once Sarik is done with his change Tirzah is almost aware of the scale by the change in his voice's trajectory. But as she stops and stares for several seconds before it becomes quite clear. She never expected the youth to be a dragon. Her shock turns to a deep smile as she continues to marvel at the wondrous creature of magic. "You're beautiful." She manages finally, not sure what else to say.

Sarik blinks a little at that. "AHhhh god dont eat me!" or "Run away!" or perhaps a simple scream and some trembling is more along the lines of what he'd expected. Damn.. he'd have to work on his delivery a little more perhaps. Still.. he'll take a compliment when he can get one, so the momentary look of confusion does at least net a deep rumbling. Sort of like a broken chain saw being used in conjuction with a choking tractor engine. Though what on earth that sort of noise is supposed to indicate may be hard to tell. "WEll.. of course I am!" he replies somewhat belatedly and sounding a touch dissapointed at that not some how being even MORE obvious. "I'm a dragon! RAWR!" he says, thought he rawr is actually playful sounding, if abit loud. The dragon's frills rippling a little and his tail swaying about behind him a little, something akin to a very large cat in way. Large sharp claws digging into the ground,a nd he shifts a little, somewhat carelessly bumping the side of the building and damagin some of the brickwork "Woops.."

Tirzah cackles, shaking her head as it all comes together. "I see why Leonard didn't say anything. Probably wanted to keep you all to himself. The selfish pupil. Wont he be surprised later." She hints as her mind gets to thinking. "So tell me dragon, what are you looking for here? You're clearly young. I guess its a good place to start. But what do you dream of?" She asks inquisitively.

"Dream of? Ummm.." clearly the hatching had not thought so far as to make any actual REAL plans. But that wont stop him from making things up on the SPOT! Yeah! "World domination for starters of course. And umm... get more magic yeah! Cause then I can like.. totally beat up those other dragons that pick on me and stuff and those cyberknights too! ANd then I can totally just eat people and terrorize villages when ever I wants to!" there's a brief pause before an extra exberantly delivered idea is added "OH! ANd have alllll the candy I want!"

Tirzah looks at the magnificence of the dragon, taking it in still before the great creatures dialogue catches up to her and she collapses laughing. "Oh that's priceless, you're a dragon, but you're like twelve. I never would have imagined. And the impetuence is priceless. It'll be millennia before can really start to consider yourself up there in dragon kind but you have to start somewhere I guess." She manages in between giggles. "You're a lot more like Meu than I thought too." She stats as she starts to recover. "But you want more magic? Maybe I'll help." She offers with a sly grin as she looks up at the dragon. Sarik snorts "Twelve? HA! Shows what you know silly human type squishy.. person... THING!" he says with all the attitude of a young child to say the least. A stark contrast to that hidden and considerable intelligence he's entirely capable of carrying himself in.. provided something can actually catch his attention long enough that is. Right now he's more like a savant with Hyper ADD. "I'm um.. umm.. err.." he pauses then frowning "A month or something old! HA!" a brief pause then before he trails off again "W..wait a minute thats not better..." a soft snort then "Damn." the mention of magic however grabs his attention well enough "Oohhh! Ooohh! Really?" his snout just about shoved right into Tirzah at that point, eyes wide like a five year old standing before the largest chocolate bar the world has ever known.

Tirzah nods as she smirks and skitters back a bit to get some distance between her and the maw that could probably eat her whole. "Yes, really. What's it worth to you?" She asks, her expression curious as she considers how she might swing this deal. "I have plenty of credits to buy spells, and good work to keep them coming. I could find work for you as well. There are lots of options really." She offers.

Sarik grumps slightly "Worth? How about worth not eating you!" he declares with a slightly angry tone. BUt then there's a resigned sigh "Buuuut I guess if you and Leo are friends he wouldn't like if I did that..." he grumps "SO I guess your safe... for now!" the threat now sounding abit more akin to a five year old threatning to stop breathing to get what they want. "I uhh.. I dont have anything. I'm a dragon! =I= /take/ what I want! When I want!" the challenge made he then has his claim deflated slightly by remebering that's.. not exactly true. "Most of the time." he mumbles.

Tirzah levels and even stare at the dragon, clearly too stubborn to be intimidated. Instead inky darkness coalesces about her shrouding the area in magical pitch black. "Yeah, all the power, none of the wisdom. You've got to be ready to admit that though we little humans are nice and squishy, we still have the resources. If you want a piece of our pie, you play our game. Its not hard to play though. Just give and take, you help me, I help you."

Sarik ooooohhhs at the magical darkness, prodding at it with one large claw somewhat experimentally. "Wow! Thats cool!" as he often says of anything 'neat' he encounters. There's a brief pause before he conjurs up a Globe of Daylight and experimentally 'toesses' it towards the magical darkness. Just to see what happens. Which... likely wont be what he expects to happen.

To Sarik the darkness swallows the globe without any loss to its shroud. Though Tirzah can see the globe just fine and giggles. "This is nothing. I have spells that eclipse this several times over. I'm getting close to the point where I can conjure a few minions that can cast this spell a dozen times." She explains to put things in perspective fore the dragon.

Sarik oooooohhhs "Thats cool!" clearly, magic is a subject that raptly grabs Sarik's attention. Though it may be abit of a tough bet at the moment what would win out in the end, magic.. or candy? Hard to say the way he seems to react to even the thought of one or the other. Both after all had made his master plan list. There's a brief pause before he pokes his head into the magical darkness, looking quite quizzical, the frills around his head flaring up ever so slightly before settling down for a moment, then rippling a little in confusion.

Tirzah nods slowly giving the snout a gentle kick before she steps to the side to walk out of the darkness back towards the building. "I'll give you some time to think about that yes? Let you come to terms with your existence and true aspirations. You could be honored, even worshiped here, if you can be mature. Its up to you." She states before ascending back up the building where her cycle is parked.

Sarik awwws and mutters to himself "Course people would worship me! I'm a DRAGON! ANd if they dont... I'll.. I'll EAT THEM!" there's a pause then "Unless their my friends of course. Would be umm.. bad to eat friends I guess." he mutters to himself, the hatchling jumping up to launch into the air as Tirzah moves up tot he roof top, large buffets of wind rising up as he hangs in the air momentarily as Tirzah gets on her bike. "Umm.. but yeah.. that uhh can umm.. come later. Right now I think I better go hide before the other dragons find me again." he says somewhat sheepishly "BYE!" and with that he quickly takes off towards the forests surrounding Kingsdale at full speed.