<div class="floatright">(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2gsbyphtC1r9tnh2o1_400.jpg)</div>Name: Deejay<br/>Place: Corner of the Bar<br/>Tagged: Demona, Sila, Jugo, maybe others in earshot<br/><br/>Deejay sighs softly and nods. "Yeah. Well. Could still happen." She blinks a bit as Demona pulls her briefcase over, knowing full well what manner of exotics the succubus has been known to purvey. "I really shouldn't, hon. Thanks but...You know, the more stuff I get in me the harder it gets..."<br/><br/>Sila's response stops the nixie cold. "True-brother? I'm sorry," She blinks. "I thought it was just...An expression." Her hand fidgets at the air, the olives dropped and forgotten on the bartop as she instead seems to grasp for words. "We say, you know...Water-sisters, but that doesn't mean the same pool?" She finishes lamely, then nods at Sila's acceptance. "Alright, alright. Good. We'll see I guess." Her damp hand flows briefly against the fire elemental's, grasping a moment at Sila's own as Deejay considers how little she really knows about fire elementals, and how impossible such a simple touch would be if Sila didn't know how to take such a refined and solid form.<br/><br/>Deejay certainly can't take more than the shape of a human.<br/><br/>She turns at Jugo's approach, leaning back against the bar, currents shifting and roiling within her as she hears him out. Everyone has briefcases full of tempting but dangerous stuff for her tonight. But by the time he finishes, her swirling agitation is blatantly obvious, scattering a spray of rainbow across the bar behind her where the lights play through her liquid form, her previously smooth forehead furrowed by ripples and the long, swaying tentacles of water drifting hair-like from her head pulled back, rearing almost cobra-like and giving her a medusa's silhouette.<br/><br/>"Fold, old one? That's where mortals keep the fuzzy animals they raise to<em>feed </em>on?" Her voice has a hint of wave and storm in it now, and she turns to study the transparent form of her hand as she gently disengages it from Sila's own...The watery digits trailing, then firming again with almost talon-like tips. "Isn't  it? And I don't know that the people who..." Her glassy expression twists, transparent lips skinning back wider than a human mouth should, and long, needle-like teeth forming beneath them -- sculpted in water, to be sure, but teeth nonetheless. "Summoned and<em>bound</em>me,<em>chained</em>me to their will...I don't<em>know </em>that they are my enemy's enemy, since I don't<em>know</em>that they've been used, driven out, like we have." A slight twist of her head from side to side includes both Demona and Sila in that 'we'.<br/><br/>"But I know this. I was<em>never</em>your ex-<em>ally</em>, any more than an escaped slave is his master's ex-<em>ally</em>. Ex-<em>toy</em>, yes. Ex-<em>slave</em>, yes. Unchained." She shifts her hand behind her, arm lengthening to scoop up some ice from an empty glass, hefting the small cubes and letting them sink into her palm.<br/><br/>The transparent talons of her hand frost slowly, whitening and taking on a sharper, more solid seeming. She flattens that hand against the top of the bar again, icy talons clicking against the ring-stained and scarred wood.<br/><br/>"You mentioned a stick? Ever tried to beat<em>water</em>with a stick, old one? I intend to<em>stay </em>unchained. I<em>won't </em>take money over trust. Money is only power to those who<em>need</em>it. And what I need, I think I have right here."<br/><br/>The nixie deliberately begins to turn away from the vampire and his cash, facing towards the bar...Although really, front and back are conventions of the forms she wears to work in a world rife with bipeds. Her gaze isn't limited to the placement of silly orbs.<br/><br/>But in her years here, she's definitely learned how to communicate as a humanoid with humanoids, and the motion sends a signal that will mean something to the undead with his case full of paper.