<div class="floatright">(http://www.rankopedia.com/CandidatePix/94914.gif)</div>Name: Deejay<br/>Tagged: Sila, Demona<br/><br/>Sila's cold voice seems mirrored by an odd, almost predatory warmth in Deejay's glassy-clear expression. The water elemental's smile widens as she drinks in the fire elemental's discomfort; her own inhumanly liquid features show more feeling than Sila's current mortal face...Except, of course, for the prickling chill of Sila's pale skin and the incandescent fury in the fire elemental's eyes.<br/><br/>Nixie, Ondine, whatever name one might know her kind by, there's no doubt that Deejay is enjoying this moment.<br/><br/>She reaches over the bar in front of Sila, one delicate curve beneath her soaking-wet hoodie lightly brushing the back of the fire elemental's shoulder. The same transparent fingers which a moment before had playfully grasped for Sila's missing leash make a beckoning gesture at a jar of olives on the bar, and the brine within obediently spits a pair of the velvety purple fruit up and into Deejay's watery palm.<br/><br/>Deejay glances back to Sila, rolling the dark orbs slowly between her fingers, tasting their saltiness against her palm as she lingers against the bar, not quite close enough to kiss but well into what anyone other than a succubus would consider personal space.<br/><br/>"You were such a smart little wildfire, slipping your leash before they tried to hang you with it." She sighs, a soft hiss like distant rain beginning to fall. "Clever, pretty flame." Deejay's watery palm takes on a faintly brown tint as she absorbs olive juice and brine, and a ripple of tension wrinkles her glassy-smooth brow.<br/><br/>"My sister Glissan is dispersed. Your element-brother Vasimir has been snuffed out, if you haven't heard. Krondnir is lifeless stone, and noone has heard from Whisper or her breeze-siblings for days. The only elemental powers still within the Maidenhood..." For a moment the black olives are clenched in the nixie's delicate fist, dark juices diffusing into her hand, "...Are the ones in new-forged chains."<br/><br/>For a moment the gaze Deejay focuses on Sila is as stormy as Sila's is fiery. "You can think me guilty or not, but Caileen wanted us all free. That makes whoever destroyed the Maidenhood's trust in us...And whoever killed her...Our enemy."<br/><br/>"And the enemy of my enemy...Is my enemy's enemy. But it's a start." Deejay murmurs, lifting the dark olives to her glistening mouth. She smiles over the pair of salty fruit, the club's lighting casting rainbow prisms through almost invisible emulations of teeth sculpted in flowing water. "We<em>are</em>more alike than not. We could be sisters save for one thing...Certainly<em>we</em>have more in common with each other than with<em>those</em>." One delicate shoulder drifts to indicate the hustling orcish bartender.<br/><br/>"And if you're here because you're more comfortable with someone holding your leash than not, well..." Deejay smiles over the slightly damaged olives, squeezing the two rounds together, then sliding the glassy slenderness of her sinuous tongue slithering in an obscenely sensual and liquid gesture along the salty divide between the two plump, dark rounds. "I doubt either of us could truly force the other to do something she didn't want to. But it can be such fun to pretend, can't it? And as allies, we would each deal best with that which is the greatest threat to the other." A glimmering sheen of falling water erases the sculpted form of one colorless eye for a moment, a ripple or a wink, who can tell?<br/><br/>The moment breaks as Demona curls an arm around Deejay, and the elemental stiffens for a moment, almost effervescing at that touch, then relaxes, not pulling away. "Chased me off? Set me up, somebody. They killed Caileen, put all my little trademarks down." Her glassine face stiffens into a scowl. "Except I wouldn't have been half that sloppy. And I'd have left if they'd told me to kill her." One of the long flowing tendrils of living water that swirls down from Deejay's head like a ponytail idly drapes itself across Demona's shoulder, seeming comforted now that the demoness is here.<br/><br/>"Demona, this pretty ball of fire is called Sila. Least that's how we were introduced when we were in the Maidenhood. But you know, fire and water..." The nixie smiles humorlessly. "She had the sense to get out before things got nasty...Sila. Demona." She inclines her head suddenly at the succubus, looking a bit skeptical, although it's difficult to tell where those water-sculpted eyes are truly looking...Particularly since they're just a convenience of form to a being of water living among humanoids. "Wicked thing, you weren't deliberately making me feel all aggressively...<em>Steamy</em>...when you were coming up behind me a moment ago, were you? I'm here for work, assuming I'm not the work in question, and to try to find old allies, before ex-allies find me."