Laura
*In order to make some money, Shoki took up a request by a debt collector to act as some muscle, making sure those people pay up. For some reason, the debt collector also hired two others for this request... Are the people who take out a loan by this guy dangerous? Who knows, the collector certainly wouldn't tell you.*

*The first stop is a lad named 'Irvin Meeks', it's said that he spends his time in a bar called 'Fish Sticks'. He'd been skipping out on paying for a while now and the collector isn't patient enough to deal with this mans nonsense.*
Bruce
*Irvin Meeks. Not paying loans. Kalor normally wouldn't take jobs such as this, but he needed _some_ way to exercise his power. The light didn't stop for a fair fight. Neither would he.*

*The naga would be in the bar, coiled around a stool, munching on a puff pastry at a nearby table. His curved falx hung on his belt, and his shield was strapped over his back. Several green tinted pebbles hung in a bag, ready to be thrown at a moment's notice. His iron mask would be moved up over his head to allow him to eat the pastry. His eyes would dart around, attempting to identify who Irvin Meeks was.*
Reyna
*Zalgar, after having dealt whit the annoyance that was that man disguising himself as a chair, would have taken this job by the debt collector, which obviously didn't do a background check before inviting this eldritch being, of course he didn't care about the money.*

*He had the putrid smell of rotten flesh, expired milk and assassin vines smoke, for the looks, well not much to stay, he was still the same old 'cat', no clothes, orange and black fur and around his face.. Is that... Blood? Obviously yes.*

*He could be found playing card in the dark corner of the bar whit some not-reputable-looking people, looking around for this 'irvin meeks'.*
Miles
*Shoki walked into the not too busy bar and scanned the room. 'Fish Sticks'...What a strange name for a bar he thought. He did not have anything much more than the lead his employer had given him, but he had an idea how to get something at least.*

*Shoki was sitting at a corner table carefully observing the bartender, who he payed attention to, and how much he seemed to be focused on talking or serving people. He took a moment to collect himself, and then he changed his appearance, taking on the same race as the bartender as his horns retracted into his head.* 

"Ah, give me an ale friend." *He said as he walked up to the bar itself and motioned for the bartender.* "Say... You wouldn't know where Irvin Mevis is would you? I'm supposed to be meeting with him here." *He said in a much more hushed tone as he slid the bartender a few extra coins.*
Laura
*The bartender walks up to the barrel and lets the ale run into a glass mug and then writes on a piece of paper, handing both to Shoki. The note itself says 'In VIP, what business?' He seems a little disgruntled, and the ale tastes poor, but there's plenty of patrons... What's the deal? Looking around would show a door with a VIP sign on it, likely what the note referred to, despite being labeled as VIP it's just as poor quality as the rest of the room.*