[center][h3][b][u][color=red]Ira Amaterasu[/color][/u][/b][/h3]

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Ira sat down at the bar . He felt many eyes staring at him. Everyone seemed to judge books by there cover around the tavern, or maybe it was because Ira had began to ooz dark magic aura. Secretly the demon’s word had actually struck a nerve but he wasn’t about to let that stop him from grabbing a cold drink. [color=red] “I’ll take one of your strongest drinks. Doesn’t seem like people are much for hospitality around here.”[/color]

[color=crimson][I] “ I’ll make them all pay for treating me so rudely but now isn’t the time. A fight here may just end up in my demise.”[/i][/color] , Ira thought brashly. He then decided it may be best if he changed his attitude to better suit the setting. He turned to face the hall of strangers, some with face scrounged with hatred, others with curiosity. As Ira down his first shot he began to speak,[color=red]” I may as well introduce myself. The names Ira. Now its your turn. Don’t everybody speak at once.”[/color] He directed his comment towards a young girl with an abundance of pink hair. It seem to compliment her eyes suited her body frame well. He flashed his signature smile at her, his melodic voice churning over the echoes of the hall murmuring about his comment. He hoped to make an acquaintance out of the young girl. After all manipulation was one of his perks. He continued to take shots as he awaited the young woman's reply. [/center]   

[@WaddleDaisy]