*The little girl cocks her head at Kit*
Girl: Yer a funny man, sir. I come from my daddy.
Piccolosan: No, WHERE do you come from? From what place do you hail?
*Piccolosan, by this time, has stood up as well, slowly, uncrossing his legs and landing gently on the floor, so not to alarm the girl.*
Girl: Somewhere far from here.
Kit: Then how did you get here? And by yourself, no less?
*the girl merely giggles*
Girl: My daddy says you're all gonna die.
*Ryven, by that time, has come out of the hallway, and is standing in the doorway on the other end of the bar, watching the scene with a pale face. The little girl doesn't notice her, but continues to baffle the other two*
Girl: My daddy says you're all gonna pay for messing up his plans and stuff.
Ryven, loudly from the back: If your daddy's Al'Thor, you can tell him that he'll be easily beaten.
*the little girl whirls around angrily, fuming*
Girl: Nu huh! My daddy'll kill all of you! I promise!
Ryven: Don't make promises you can't keep, little one.
Girl: I'm not so little!
Ryven, narrowing her eyes: You were little when I had you.
*the girl's face suddenly draws a blank, sincerely confused by now*
Ryven: Tell me, what did Al'Thor name my daughter?
*there's a tone about Ryven's voice, more grown up, being face to face with her own flesh and blood. Piccolosan creeps in behind the girl, nodding to Kitsune, so that she's surrounded*
Girl:.....my name is Raine.
Ryven: Well then, Raine, did you know that I'm your mother? And that that bastard Al'Thor stole you from me?
Raine: Nu huh!!
*Ryven nods*
Raine: I don't believe it! You're lying! You're all a bunch of jerks, you....jerks!
*Raine screeches angrily, then seems to "power up", some aura of magic bursting out around her, her eyes narrowed and angry in childish rage*
Raine: I hate you all!
*Before Ryven can call her sword to her hand she's thrown against the far wall, sliding down it with a cry of surprise. She whirls and faces Piccolo and Kitsune, just as Piccolo grabs her by the scruff of her dress*
Piccolosan: Little girl, you have bitten off more than you can chew.
Ryven: Papa no! She's still my daughter!
*Piccolo grunts, and the little girl squirms in his grip, her aura fading as she tries to break free, kicking at Piccolo visciously*
Piccolosan: ....*grunts* ...what do we do with this volatile little munchkin? I suggest we keep her from Al'Thor, and use her as bait.
((OOC: Dont' kill her and don't do anything "special" to her, like try and make her good, or stuff like that. She's still vital to the plot, and eventually has to get away to grow up.))
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