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Current Location: Hot springs

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When; Jan 22, Midnightish
Rating;~~PG at least for mentioning of the urge to get drunk and the fact she's willing to bathe with men~~ ~~Edit: PG-13 now because Zah's got ahold of something strong~~ ~~Scratch that... full fledged R for rampage virgin Lesbian acts.~~ Edit 3: NC-17 cause we're all perverts in here and we're corrupting poor Mokoto. -_-;

Characters; Zaheela [

zaheela]; but open to Anyone and everyone.
Summary; Zaheela needs a place to destress, so she finds the largest source of hot water available.
Log;

She had been right to assume that she was over stressing herself and so she had ventured to find this Hot Spring she had heard about while she was out. It took her a while to figure out where exactly it lay but she found the result to be very pleasing. In fact, it was perfect.

Not one to be self conscious about her gender when it came to bathing, she simply stripped off her clothes and walked towards any empty pool. It wasn't like she had a body to ogle over anyways. Just the fact she sported a long, slender tail and feline ears. She was too short, being only 5'5”, petite unlike the other voluminous females of her kind, and her hair was white... WHITE. If that wasn't a common color, she didn't know what else what.

To be honest, Zaheela had no real idea why she had chosen to find the hot springs or why she had let Eisen run free actually. Under normal circumstances, she would of never let him run without a friend, but the only person she could really count as a friend wasn't quite trustworthy. True, she had brief acquaintances, but only one friend. Somewhat lonely.

Grabbing a spare bucket and entering what she assumed to be the co-gender area of the springs, she expertly tied her hair up into a sloppy bun. Back in San d'Oria, she had done this many times before. Come home from a particularly bad mission of following the Moronic, "he-who-possessed-less-common-sense-then-a-newborn-mandragora" Crown Prince making sure he didn't get his head ripped off. Head off into the mountains with a jug of Mhauran elderberry wine, and join the other weary warriors in their soak. Oh, and get Rip-roaring DRUNK. She may have been able to cure hangovers, but even she wanted to get drunk once in a while. She hadn't been able to get drunk while in the club, too conscious of her outfit at the time to drink anything but water, but she supposed now was a good time to.

Even though she lacked the wine, Zaheela figured it was alright to soak. Hot water was dumped over her head and she almost stomped into the empty pool and found a comfortable spot. Leaning back to the utter sin that was hot water, she found herself staring at the stars, wondering what in all of Vana'diel was she supposed to do?

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Masaki danced down the hallways of the temple. On his shoulders, Kuro and Shiro tried their best to keep their balance. He held the book about mana in his hand that he had received earlier from Zah-chan. He may act like an idiot on the outside but he had almost completed the book.

His goal was the hotsprings. It was just outside of the temple, so it was a hop, skip, and jump through the cold. He knew Zah-chan was probably going to murder him if she found out he was going to read her book in the water, but what were the chances of her finding out?

Along the way, he quickly got lost and after 15 minutes of wandering in the cold half naked, he burst through the door. Dismay flooded through him as he saw Zaheela. The book...HE HAD TO HIDE IT! But his reaction took hold of him first.

"Ahh! AHHHHHHHH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" He frantically pointed at her and then realized he was holding the book. He put it behind his back and prayed.

Zaheela had closed her eye by now but had cracked one eye open to see her rather interesting student appear in the doorway. She couldn't help but smirk when she saw her book being pointed at her, but then was content to closing her eyes once again, knowing full well she did not have a towel on. Maybe it was the steam or the fact that her race were concidered the Harlots of Vana'diel. Who knew?

"I hope you brought something alcoholic, I rrrrrrrrrrrreally could usssssssssssse it." She murmured, her heavy Mithrian accent finally taking over her proper San d'Orian 'i-can-speak-proper-english'. "And the book is waterrrr Prrroof."

Things had been rough for Jan. Having a love life in shambles would make anybody feel like fuckin shit and he sure as shit was. The new roommate/pet/whatever the fuck you'd call him pink dog named Courage didn't help any right now either. Kept freakin the fuck-out everytime he saw Jan, although he wasn't as bad about it as he first was. Still unintently scarin the dog didn't set well with him and they needed a break from one another.

Wanted to go to the Desert Room in Building 8 and go numb from the cold. But there was rumors that some of the arrancar could be lurkin around in there. Given that he use to be involved with Ran and all the shit that hit the fan yesterday, wouldn't put it past those guys to try and jump him.

After the mass sake drinkin bout durin the last crazy spell shit, didn't want to try and drown the fuckin sorrows again. Be goin in to work tomorrow in the Underground so no point goin there tonight. Didn't want to be around people so clubbin was out too.

Decided to try his luck with the hot springs. At this hour shouldn't be alot of people there and a nice long hot soak might maybe make him feel a little better.

The dark-skinned, pierced vampire with a packed duffle bag wandered into the Temple.

Masaki's face went from being drained of all blood to having all the blood in his body.

"D-d-d-don't you know? I'm to y-young to d-drink."

He stumbled forward, not fully aware of what he was doing.

"I figurrrred as muccchh..." Zaheela practically purred in discontent before sinking further into the waters, sure that the young boy was far beyond startled. She was lucky the water was cloudy, so perhaps he wouldn't be so disgusted or surprised. "Did I wanderrrr into the Male sssprrrrings?" She questioned, not giving a flying chocobo about the answer as she lifted one leg out of the water to cross over her other knee. She watched as he stumbled, before smirking once more, her eyes half closed.
"Don't worrrrrrry, I don't Bite.... I merrrely Punccch..." She stated as she once again got comfortable.

Her ears twitched as she heard footsteps approach the spring and prayed that the person was old enough to drink and not going to be startled by a female voice coming from the springs.
"I Hope you brrrring ssssomething with enough Alcohol to killrr A cat..." She yelled out suddenly, possibly startling both Masaki who was looking like he had swallowed a frog and the person entering.

"I see you like the springs, Miss?"

Greed hadn't interacted much with this newcomer, and he simply HATED to let a woman escape his attention. It seem that Fate was kind today. He sidled up, a towel draped over his arm, and bowed.

"Can I get ya' somethin', Miss? I'm honor bound as one of the proprietor's of this spring."

Finally, Masaki fell headfirst into the hotspring. While he was falling, Kuro and Shiro quickly abandoned ship to avoid getting wet. Masaki's head popped back up above the water a bit clearer.

"Uhhhh, no. These springs are for both men and women! Which is completely awesome! Why are you so drunk? Doesn't that stuff kill brain cells and make you dumber? I figured you'd be more worried about that kind of stuff, Zah-chan!"

Zaheela looked up, somewhat startled, and sat straight up, tail up. She hadn't even sensed this man's presence, but when he mentioned, getting her something, she relaxed, pushing wet strands back behind her ear.
"Do you happen to know of any type of wine that has enough potency to knock out a Dragon for a few good hours?" The San d'Orian accent came back with a vengeance, but her need for drunken bliss never had left. She briefly wondered if the man was surprised of what she ordered, but due to her mastery of holy magic, it took a wicked brew to overcome the natural resistance to poison. Intentional or not.

She pondered this after announcing her intention to kill her brain cells and asking for a potent drink, but then shrugged.
"As a master of holy magic, It takes a lot to get me drunk. Hell, it'd take a lot to get me buzzed, even with this body of mine." She motioned at her small frame, which by all logic, SHOULD of been very easy to intoxicate. "Natural setbacks..."

Masaki couldn't hold himself back from laughing.

"YOU ARE TOTALLY WASTED MISS DRINKER!"

Masaki acted like he was adjusting his hat and showing a police badge. He made his voice sound deep.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but I'm going to have to cut you off."

"Well, chick, I've never served to a Dragon, and I can't really GET drunk, but I know a very strong brew. Created it myself. This shit can strip paint thinner."

He ran into the back and returned with a clay pot full of bubbling liquid. A smaller bottle was taken out, in which he decanted a small portion of the stuff.

"Well," he said, reaching out over the water from the edge of the pool, "Come and try some."

Zaheela raised a eyebrow before shrugging once more and leaning back to allow her body to revel in the bliss of the water. Whatever Masaki had meant, it obviously was in jest. Leaning forward, devilish look on her face and tail curled upwards.
"But dear sir, I haven't had a single drop, so would that not mean I have all right to take part in the drink of miscreants?" She asked, her eyes half closed, looking as seductive as she believe she could muster. She had no interest in the boy other then one would have a student, but she was a bard, and that meant she could act when she wanted to.

She eyed the bottle and stealthy swam to the edge of the pool to lean against the rocks of the edge of the pool. Even if she didn't mind being naked in hot water, it only applied when she was still in the water.
From the way he stood and the fact he had suggested she get out of the water, she could tell that this man was a womanizer. Leaning her chest against the stone, she raised one eyebrow and smiled the smile that won over a devil.
"I thought that the duty of the proprietor was to serve the patrons. Seeing that I don't want to get out of this here pool," She tilted her head towards the water, "Wouldn't that mean you should play the proper host and serve me a cup of whatever that brew may be?"

When it came to stuff like this, Masaki was completely clueless. Of course, he thought it was still part of the game. He pulled up the basic book and flipped through a few pages.

"Sorry ma'am. Sez here that magik uzers cannot partake of alcoholic be-ver-a-ges. Code Three Line Fourteen."

Rows of clean, white, evenly sharpened teeth gleamed back at her. He immediately stepped into the water, bringing the bottle with him.

"Far be it from me to inconvenience a fine lady. Lemme just get over there..."

He waded through the waters and steam, quickly reaching her location, at which point he held the bottle in front of her, not-so-subtly trying to check out her goods.

"Here ya' go, babe."

Zaheela nearly facefaulted into the water, when his face adopted the clueless look, and she did when she heard the response.

"You really ARE innocent... aren't you?" She questioned Masaki, a look of disbelief. She had tried her best to fluster her student and it had completely gone over his head.
Sitting up, she stared at him for another minute before hearing the 'proprietor' return with the aforementioned drink.

Taking the bottle she sniffed the contents. It smelt something akin to the stench of a dying Dhalmel, Cerberus' breath on a bad day, and a mixture of Mercury. Perfect. Taking a hearty chug, she felt the familliar burn and the even more familliar tingle of her body surging into overload. She took another sip, a little more lady like, and then smiled at the man who had brought her her liquid bliss.
"A little weakerrrrr then what I am ussssed to," She rumbled, "But it'll do."

"What are you talking about? Oh well, I don't think it matters."

He slid back against the wall and began the finish the book, flipping through it quickly. Kuro and Shiro worked up the nerve to hop back onto his shoulders and study with him.

This time, she didn't move from her spot, but it was clear that the Alcohol was settling in ever so slightly with the return of her natural accent.
"Aparrrently not." She answered before realizing just where in the book he was. "Now that's surrrrprriiising." She muttered out loud.

"Good to know," he said, leaning on a rock as well, "So, what's your name, beautiful?"

She sipped the drink once more before allowing her tail to curl around her knee. It was quite obvious that the man was eying her, but she did have something powerful flowing through her system with no attempt on her part to detoxify her system. Normally she would of played the polite, woman of higher breeding, but she, now slightly buzzed and high on steam and hot water, told all her manners to go to hell. She'd give the man a show as well as her name.
"Zaheela. Yours?"

Motoko had barely noticed the entrance of the newcomer. The events of the night leading up to her hiding in the hot springs had left her rather out of it. She opened an eye for a second to see who had come in, just in case, and seeing someone she had not met before she breathed a sigh of relief. Closing her eye again, she slumped farther into the hot water and leaned her head back against the edge of the springs.

Masaki pulled his left hand from the book and waved it around.

"Don't let my little act fool you. I'm actually pretty smart. I just get bored easy, so I have fun making fun of other people while they scoff at me for being stupid. Underestimation always tips a battle in my favor."

"Greed, darlin'. Man, entrepreneur, homunculus, and friend of fine women everywhere."

He slid a little closer, trying to take in more, but kept his eyes on hers. Greed had grown very good at peripheral vision mastery.

"So how'd a gorgeous gal like you end up here?"

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