Kyukiko was the de facto manager of the bar.  She was a delicate seeming young woman with olive skin, short dark hair highlighted with an odd greenish tinge, and was currently wearing a slinky black dress.  If her eyes had not been the bright orange color of her animalistic form, she might have passed for human, despite the unpainted nails that were deep black.  Like all the Ko Modo alphas, she was a predator first and a social creature second, so it was unusual that she approach the decorous kitsune hesitantly.<br/><br/>"It has been too long, Bedlam.  However, I should tell you, the one whom you wish to speak to, is over there.  she has made me aware that you are to be her companion for the evening, and perhaps longer."  The were-lizard grinned and it was a pleasant, amused, and nonthreatening grin.  Unless you knew the Ko Modo, in which case it was a sign of hunger.  "I should not wait too long, if I were you.  The one she speaks with is not something I would play with, were I you."  Considering Kyukiko had beaten the kitsune near to death, and had actually shot her once, it was not a warning to be taken lightly.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The one she had pointed out, the mo to which Bedlam owed her debt, was silently approaching the strange creature who sat by itself, dressed in white and looking more predatory than anything else in the room - which was an impressive feat.  The devil had nothing to fear from the creature; the flesh it wore was more a convenience than a necessity.<br/><br/>She was dressed in a soft black velour blouse with long sleeves and loose black silk pants.  The overall effect was to make her shimmer in the cold white lights and glisten in the warm yellow lights.  Her eyes were carnelian colored orbs set in a golden face; she seemed at once childlike and mature; the appearance of her body would have put her in the low twenties at best, though with Asian appearances that could have been deceiving with her gentle swells and slender body.  Her hair was short and sleekly styled, parted at one side by a delicate porcelain orchid clip.  Her own shoes were simple black slippers, lending themselves to the appearance of why she was silent.  Her nails were painted silver with black idiograms decorating each one, and though she wore no makeup, her natural beauty seemed to need none.<br/><br/>Like many here, she was not human.  Unlike many here, she was not even what most would consider 'alive' or 'mortal'.  The Chinese devil stepped up next to the creature that lounged casually at the bar and adressed it softly, but with a good measure of calm.  "I do not recognize what you appear to be....I suspect, however, something you may actually be.  The question I would ask of such as you may be would be this:  if the body you wear were to be slain, would that which wears it be sent to a place of another's making, or would it remain itself and unwounded by the loss of the form which houses it?"<br/><br/>It was a careful question into the nature of the creature; most living things had spirits and souls.  The mo, like their lesser cousins the guei and the liang, were creatures of spirit.  Unlike their lesser cousins, bodies were tools and conveyances, and a mo was almsot purely spirit unless it chose to take form.  But to take form required Chi, which the mo could not obtain themselves directly.  Hence the creature's bargain with Bedlam.<br/><br/>"I am called Mokujen; it is not my name, but it will suffice for now.  If you are what I believe you to be, I would wish ask a service of you, for which you could be paid in a medium of your choice."  She suddenly turned and looked directly at Bedlam, whom she had seemed not to notice before.  Mokujen spoke softly, as she turned back to the strange being, not allowing the kitsune to see or hear what she said.  "I have a bargain that was....unfulfilled, and there is a payment due me."  The mo could feel the kitsune's power radiating from her, a rarefied thing that few beings in the room could appreciate.  She needed it; it would change things for Mokujen, and quite impressively.