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Who: Shadow, Open
What: Following up leads on info about the Heartless
When: Late afternoon
Where: Edge, 7th Heaven
Rating: PG

Traveling from town town, and eventually from continent to continent, Shadow had finally heard word of someone who may have more information on the Heartless other than just 'You mean those black thingies?' The only kind of info that he would get from someone getting plastered at a bar.

But it was at a bar where he was told he might run the chance of finding someone who would be able to fill him in on the source of the Heartless, and if was lucky enough, were to find it. He did make a promise to Terra, Firion, and Locke that he would find out as much as he could.

His eyes read the sign above the entry to the bar. Interceptor sniffed at the ground near the door, then looked up to his master.

"Well I've never been to Heaven." he said to his canine companion. He walked through to the inside, Interceptor naturally scouted ahead of him. The doberman pinscher must have smelled food because the stub that was his tail began wag happily. Shadow walked over to the bar and sat upon one of the stools. It wasn't a theme bar, in fact it had a friendly atmosphere separate from the usual 'BEERBEERBEER' pubs he had met clients in. His eyes looked from picture to picture along the walls, trying to get a feel for the owners of the bar.

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Locke nodded, "Aye, we couldn't find any survivors at Fynn, but Firion told me that he found footprints of some, I assume that would of been you guys" he said as he rubbed his chin "It would be nice to know where your friends are, so I can tell him"

"Princess Hilda is in a place called Jidoor. We took her to this opera house first, but a noble in the city offered to let her stay in his mansion while he was off making a business deal in Alexandria." she said. Maria had long since moved back to the bar stool she'd sat in earlier. "She's safe. Guy is with her, as well as a good chunk of the noble's bodyguards. Miss Bartender, do you perhaps know how to make a strawberry daiquiri? I need one like mad."

Maria wished she could talk to Firion, but didn't know what they could talk about. Princess Hilda's whereabouts was a good enough topic, even if it was one she didn't particularly like mentioning too much. There were already too many ears. Especially those of the ninja. Sure, his kind typically didn't blab secrets to the world, but if someone gave him the right amount of gil...

She forced herself away from those thoughts as she noticed Interceptor. She flashed the ninja a grin. "That's a beautiful dog. What's his name?"

After Locke had finally stepped down from the stool Shadow had merely eyed the drunkards of the bar who held up their mugs and slurred something completely unrelated to what Locke was speaking of.

"Riveting." he said in usual dark voice.

Unsurprised by Jecht's departure, Shadow watched his dog finish off the last bits of steak, licking his teeth making sure to savor the delicious food. "You make a good steak." Shadow said as he patted Interceptor on the head, the dog wearing a very pleased expression. The addition of the blue haired youth to the Locke's rally caused Shadow to observe him unscrupulously. He seemed to carry himself well despite being exhausted from sparring.

An archer of some skill, judging from the craftsmanship of the bow, had grabbed Locke demanding answers regarding Firion. Knowing Locke had only a few answers, he almost expected the thief to hold her hands and look into her eyes professing his undying aid to her and her friends. A smooth thief, but a thief none the less.

Naturally Shadow had been the only one in the party that saved the world from Kefka to refer to Locke as such. The "T" word was never to be used lightly around Locke.

Licking the remainders off his plate chewing bits of meat, Interceptor was oblivious to the girl. Considering his answer before speaking Shadow said "The dog eats strangers. He's finishing the last one who touched him."

As was his usual approach, Shadow sounded deadly serious as his ice blue eyes moved the from bow on her back up to her face. So this was one of Firion's companions.

Locke glared at Shadow, "Hey, show her some respect, this is a lady." he said before turning back to Maria. "Please excuse my companion, he's angry because he hasn't gotten a job today. So you want me to show you around, I know this place like the back of my hand"

"Eats strangers, huh? Must be a great guard dog then." she laughed, not really bothered by the statement. She waved away Locke's apology and his offer at the same time. He was just a little too eager, she noticed. Though that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, she didn't want to hang around Edge and Midgar long. "Nah, I'm fine. I'm not gonna be here long. Bounties don't catch themselves."

Unperturbed by Locke's reprimand, Shadow tilted his head as he shamelessly scrutinized the archer. Interceptor, done with his meal, sat at attention once more, his eyes moving between Locke and Maria ready to growl a warning if they got too close to himself or Shadow.

Again he was a bit surprised when Locke was politely rebuffed. Normally Locke had much more luck with the ladies than King Edgar could hope for.

"No. No they don't." Shadow responded. He supposed he could be called a bounty hunter of some sort even though his main source of income was assassinations since they brought in much more gil. Vendettas, revenge, and hatred have always an expensive hunger to feed. And he was more than willing to collect the fee.

"We must be off as well." he stood from his seat, Interceptor immediately followed the action. "I have a stop or two before I see Terra and Firion to give them what I've learned." he said to Locke as he walked past him and Maria. "Bad luck about the airship."

Whether the last part was for Locke or Maria he did not say, after exiting the bar with his dog, the ninja was gone.