Heaven's Door Tavern

[YazooTheFallen]

The remnant let out a small unamused grunt, not really accepting the apology that was offered to him. For the moment he really wasn't pleased with the other silverette despite the fact that there was something very familiar about him... Oh well, it mattered not at the moment as it seemed the other could not give him the answers he was searching for, which caused him to want nothing to do with him for now.

His cold gaze shifted to lock onto the conflict that had started up not very far from them, a slight raise of his delicate brow shown that he was somewhat interested in what was going on... Though he would not butt in as it was not his business, and he really didn't care unless those thugs could give him the answers he was searching for... He highly doubted that they would be able to with how they were acting and talking.

I am surrounded by idiots...  

[Forever Tifa Lockhart]

Perhaps initiating the fight wasn't the brightest idea, but seeing those oversized muscle heads hunkering towards them set her off the edge, especially plucking a boy from his seat and mouthing off how they were the ones who owned the place. Right.

Tifa snapped her elbows in place, hands balled up to throw out a flurry of punches, when Yuffie powered out Haste. "Someone came prepared!" With the movements of everyone in the room slowed down, it was easier to sling past them, swiftly going through the thick bodies and pelting them down low with a brutal kick to snap them into the rugged walls.

Yuffie.

Materia.

Was there others like her?

With millions of question that flooded through, Tifa lost a bit of her guard, which brought upon a severe consequence of her being clashed across the back by a wooden chair. Brilliance of multi-colored stars obscured her vision and she jerked to the side, rolling out a swift knee to snap into a man's crotch, "F-Focus."

Great...there was the sting.  

[Sanguine Roku]

Yuffie made short work of her opponent with a few slashes of her weapon, and rolled over the back of a second foe, which she had hamstrung and left crippled. She came back to her feet slashing at another chair-wielding foe who was about to crack Tifa much like the one now doubled over had. She then took a deep breath, a yellow orb glowing on her weapon, and breathed out a gout of flames that caused a lot of the men to scatter, and most of the dancers to flee.

Now that she had cleared some breathing room, the ninja offered a hand down to Tifa,"I have no clue how I did that! Where's that Buttz guy?"  

[YazooTheFallen]

Bartz had gotten separated from the two women during the fighting. He had been surrounded by a few of the men that had joined in with the attack, not enjoying the fact that he had little option but to fight his way out of the center of this circle that they had him trapped in. The wanderer swung the crimson tinted blade that he had gripped in his hands, aiming to wound the men enough to discourage them from coming after him or anyone else, but not enough to kill them as he didn't want any blood on his hands if he could help it.

It wasn't long before he had gotten the ones surrounding him to retreat, although some did for another reason... He looked over to see flames spouting from the smaller woman that he had approached earlier. The brunette admitted that was certainly one way to get people to leave you alone, and with that thought, he quickly made his way on over to the two women. Hey, they were on the same side, right? After all the busty one defended him when those men first came over, so they had to be on the same side... right?

He stopped when he had reached their sides, a few scratches and bruises from the hits that had caught him off guard, but no serious injuries were present. "Are you two alright?" He questioned, wanting to make sure as it seemed they had a few seconds to spare before they had to dash on outta there.  

[Forever Tifa Lockhart]

Tifa eyed the slots upon her leather gloves and flicked a finger over a Restore Materia, healing herself as well as throwing the magical spell onto Yuffie and Butz, in case they both needed it. She straightened her posture and winced, giving a look over at the young boy's face, "Here, a few seconds and those blemishes will clear up." Motherly streak? Motherly streak. Tifa gave a quick glance at Yuffie, nodding at her then watched to see if she was going to unveil another Materia, but thought it'd be rude and returned her attention to the patrons of the entire establishment. The group of thugs finally backed off, but it didn't mean they were in the clear, yet.

Apparently, a brawl here and there were absolutely normal but one such as the trio lashed out was perhaps too violent and wild, "Hmp-!"

"HEY! YOU!"

Fine hair on her nape zapped on their ends and crimson eyes looked over her shoulder to meet a rather furious and pudgy woman behind the bar, "I want ye three to ackin' git out right now! Who de hell told ye could stir up chaos in me place?! I see you! Now git before I release the blood hounds to eat yer godforsaken souls!"  

[Sanguine Roku]

Yuffie gave a squeak at being yelled at, apparently more afraid of the older woman than she had been of a full room of thugs. She had her priorities straight. In reaction, she grabbed Tifa and Bartz by the arms and made a hasty retreat before "bloodhounds ate their souls".

(exit)  

[Black Caped Man]

Sephiroth made his way quietly inside, giving a questionable pool of liquid on the slightly sticky wood floor a wide berth, taking a seat in a secluded corner of the establishment. He slid his way into the booth, adjusting the travelling cloak around him as he did so that it would continue to cover him, and folded his hands before him on the bar, regarding those patrons within from the shadowy depths of his hood. He saw some faces that seemed to brush feather light over his memory, as if he knew them only peripherally, while others seemed to have a stronger pull, as if he had been their friend... or possibly enemy. He didn't think the second was likely, however. Who would be his enemy? He drummed his fingers lightly, contemplating this. He remembered little, only enough to flesh the personality at his core. Only the most important memories. He laid them before himself mentally and began to examine them. The memory of his training as SOLDIER, which he suspected would be his first memory even should he regain all others. The memory of meeting his Mother, though this one was hazy. He remembered thinking her dead, and then meeting her. her soft Voice in his ear, reminding him what he was supposed to be. He remembered being hailed as a hero after some war... was that before or after he met Mother? Her instructions had made him a hero, surely. He remembered a plan, only vaguely, to bring the salvation of his people. That's right, Mother had told him. He was a Cetra, not human at all. And now he remembered the man who stood in his way. That blonde traitor who slaughtered his mother and stood in the way of his plan... but he hadn't won. Cloud Strife had lost everything. Killing Mother had only made her stronger, given her the Lifestream's knowledge. Knowledge that he too possessed, locked away in the recesses of his mind. He chuckled darkly to himself. Perhaps it was time to approach one of these faces who he could almost remember. Perhaps they would hold the key.  

[Orlando de Pompadoure]

Tidus walked into the bar and noticed a fight had just ended. "What the hell happened here?" He noticed two females walk out practically unscathed. Maybe ill just follow these two and learn about them. He thinks to himself. With that he leaves after the girls