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Most of the population lives here.

Sinopa walked through the streets. Upon first glance you would see a stunning woman wearing a dress made of some of the finest material with crystals sew onto the hem. Her hair was in an intricate up do secured with pins encrusted in rubies. Her skin was flawless and her eyes seemed to sparkle. Sure, she seemed somewhat out of place, but she was a sight to be stared upon.

Upon second glance you would notice that perhaps she wasn't so grand. Was she even wearing a dress? And was her hair a mess? Was that dirt and disdain upon her face? Sinopa walked through the confusion, her shoes worn and almost to the point where they were falling apart. She wore clothes that she had stolen which seemed okay, except for the dirt and slight wear. The one thing that was different about the illusion that Sinopa had created was her face. The seemingly happy woman actually appeared to be brooding and her eyes were far from sparkling. If anything, they seemed hungry for destruction.

It's not a normal thing for Teathre to be seen walking in the village's streets. He considers himself too grand for that. Villages are for peasants. He is not a peasant, and he doesn't want to be seen near one.

And that is probably the sole reason why he chose to shape-shift into a furry, slim cat instead for this occasion.

He needs to go here --to the village-- every once in a while to stole some nice candies from the popular candy shop near the street's end. They made very good candies and there is also this issue about the new flavor coming. So there's no way he isn't going.

He jumps down the streets with slow steps. His paws feel nice today, for some reasons. His twinkling red cat eyes wandering through the scene. Turning into a cat is just nice on the right days.

Teathre-cat is about to freak the hell out of a gramps who sit on a junk store's lap --he planned on turning the poor old man's chair into some kind of dancing giant mushroom-- when he see the woman.

What a rare sight, he thought, for me to come across a fellow witch in a dirty street such as this.

It seems like she had done quite the fine illusions on herself. But one can't start a game of illusions in front of an illusionist.

And holy --that's the expression of a bloodthirsty assassin she's hiding under the illusions.

Who is this woman?

Sinopa's attention was focused on a man who must have been around 7 yards away from her. The man was standing outside of a bar, clearly drunk. Sinopa approached the man.

"Drunk at this hour?" She purred, clearly experienced at the seduction of man. The man slurred something in response, but Sinopa didn't feel like trying to decipher it.

Sinopa sighed a bit before casting another illusion. This time, she made it seem as though she and the man were talking. In reality Sinopa had a knife to the man's throat.

"You'd best sober up and start talking," She said, her voice cold and unfeeling. The man dropped his glass, causing Sinopa's illusion to falter for a second. No one seemed to notice, though. They were all too drunk.

The man tried to yell for help, but Sinopa pressed the knife against his throat, cutting him just enough to make him bleed.

"Where is it?" Sinopa hissed, losing patience. Whatever 'it' was, Sinopa seemed determined to find it.

Teathre decided that he is not in a really good mood to mess with this kind of woman --dude, she's creepy to the point that makes me want to throw her some candies to make her at least lose that look on her eyes!--, and Teathre is just about to walk away when he sees the scene.

Wow, this woman is someone indeed.

Bloody hell--He went here just and just to buy some candies, and he don't want any more problem to deal with other than that.

Yet this is...? Problem is probably my biggest fans.

Almost everyone there is just too drunk to see what happened right in front of them. Teathre cannot hear very well what the woman muttered from her mouth, but he can pretty much tell what's happening. Now don't tell me she's about to kill the guy with that knife.

Teathre just cannot stand the thought of seeing people got tortured in front of his eyes while he's not the one doing the torturing. Plus, that guy the woman's messing with often gave me free candies if he's on a good mood!

He finally chose to get inside the woman's mind.

Hey, choose a better day if you want to kill someone! And a better place, too. There is no melancholic side of killing a drunken guy on the village street, seriously!

Sinopa sneered. Great, another mystics here. What are the chances? She dropped the man and he fell to the ground. She kicked him in the stomach, hard.
"Useless drunk. I'll be expecting answers next time," She muttered. Sinopa put the knife away and gained almost instant composure. She was impressed with this mystic, though. Most people would run and hide when they went inside her mind. It was a dark place, of course. After all, no one is born this screwed up. Who did this guy think he was? No one could even see what was happening, anyways and, she was the one who was being wronged.
"Honestly." She muttered, scanning the crowd for the mystic. Her eyes fell upon a cat staring at her. He was probably the only one who could see her, anyways. Sinopa had so many spells cast upon herself that she doubted that anyone who wasn't trained in illusions could see her.

Teathre froze where he is when he saw the drunken man fell on his heavy body to the ground. He seriously died? What bad luck if he did. No free candies anymore.

He diverts his gaze to the woman. As he digs deeper and deeper into her mind, Teathre started to feel an unexplained happiness. What an awesome mind! It’s so dark! This is too cool.

Teathre tried to remember when was the last time he saw someone of her caliber. And he gains another thrill from finding how hard it is to actually break the barriers of her mind. He finally decided that he ‘cannot play with this one', and chose to stop digging deeper when he felt her cold gaze fell upon him.

Oh bloody hell. She recognized me already? He regrets not choosing something from a lower class to transform into earlier --a cockroach, for example, is less find-able.

In normal condition, Teathre will run away --why? Because he’s an idler to the core--, but somehow, he got the inkling that this is, perhaps, not a normal condition.

He cast a spell, making his true form visible to the woman. Only to her, off course. He doesn’t need another trouble here in the middle of the village street. Even high-educated peasants will freaked out if they see a cat turned into a boy in front of their very noses.

“Hello, Miss.” Teathre greet respectfully. His grandmother --if he’d ever had one-- will be so proud of him, “I’m sorry for getting inside your mind without your permission; that is very rude of me.”

He lied. In fact, Teathre is not really sorry. But who hates lies? Lying is a form of art.

He lift his head to see how the woman in front of him is going to react, as thrill of excitement run through his every veins.

Sinopa laughed. "Oh, please. Don't try to charm this over," She said, her laugh like shards of glass. Crystal clear and sharp as any blade.

"And he isn't dead. Just...injured. He's still of use to me," She added. Her eyes sparkled, just as intrigued by him as he was of her. He was a little taller than her and close to the same age. It gets hard to tell what's and illusion and what isn't after awhile.

Sinopa decided to cut out her end of the illusions, startling anyone who was actually sober (and there were quite few) into running the other direction. She was wearing black pants and a black jacket with boots that seemed well-worn, but still in good condition. Her hair fell to the middle of her back in loose curls. The eyes were what you could distinguish her by, though. They were nothing special at first, but they always seemed to be changing from sinister to humorous to mischievous. They always seemed dark, though.

"The name's Sinopa, but my friends call me Sin. At least the one's I kept around long enough did." She said casually. "Do you have a name? Or should I call you lying-cat-boy?"

Teathre raised an eyebrow. No, not because he was glad the man’s alive --even though that was relieving--, but more because he’s surprised to the fact that she chose to discharge her illusions and that she is asking his name. Even though ‘do you have a name’ is not a really polite way to ask people who the hell they are, but she’s asking nonetheless.

It’s actually pretty impressive that she was even care to talk to him in the first place. He had imagined all the worst-case-scenarios --getting instantly stabbed with that dangerous-looking knife is just one of them--, but this isn’t a bad start to begin with.

And even though he don’t want to admit it, lying-cat-boy does rhyme nice. But it is --off course-- less creative and elegant than the name he was born with, so he replied, with a faux smile on his face, “I’m Teathre.”

He then sharpens his gaze; two red pupils scan the sight of the person in front of him. “To this point, I can still say ‘nice to meet you’, Miss Sinopa. Even though what lies in a few minutes ahead is still a mystery and ‘nice to meet you’ can turn into ‘what a terrible luck for me to have met you’ any seconds from now. But by the waay,” he stopped to slap a bug on his right hand before continuing with a lower voice, “I prefer ‘nice to meet you’.”

"Then let's not make it terrible luck. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Teathre," Sinopa said with mock politeness and a smile just as genuinely fake as his.

"It seems that my business in these filthy streets is quite apparent, but yours don't seem to be. Perhaps you could enlighten me?" She asked, with honest (a word not typically used to describe Sinopa) curiousity.

"Unless your plans were just as dark- or God forbid darker- than mine, and you'd rather not share." Sinopa said, her tone velvety with false pleasure.

Teathre bit his tongue so hard he thinks he will die. But if there’s a time where he definitely should not laugh, this is probably it.

At first, he thought of lying to her, but then he chose not to. His love for sweets is something he seriously took pride on and he will not lie for that. He take a deep breath before answering her question, this time with a slight frank smile he got from preventing himself to laugh before, “No, no, nothing dark. I mean, look at me. Do I really look like the kind of person who will do something ‘dark’?” He rolls his eyes, --Oh yes I maybe am, “I’m here to --you know-- buy some candies. Candies, yes, you hear that one right. And you will respect this business of mine, Miss, for I wholly respect yours.”

After saying that, he deflects his gaze to the villagers, attempt to make some of them chill from the cold air he’s spreading. “Now see what we got here. It looks like you’ve attracted too much attention. If you need me to remind you --in those peasants’ sight, you are talking to a cat right now.”

"Ah, right," Sinopa said, realizing that she probably looked quite odd. "I suppose that would be quite alarming."

"So, that leaves us with a few options. You could go behind a building and change into a human and we could continue our most intriguing conversation, I could take the poor stray kitty back to castle where we both probably belong, or I could leave you to attend to your most serious business and I could attend to mine," Sinopa said. She genuinely enjoyed this one's company. He was almost as crazy as she was. It was refreshing to meet someone of her stature.

Teathre is surprised to the fact that she did not laugh to the answer he’s just giving. And he likes her respect. Yeah, if that ‘respect’ wasn’t just mere passivity, he thought, but then he chose to think positive, something he hardly ever did.

He decided that continuing their conversation is a nice thing to do. After all, he didn’t meet a witch every day. And off course, he didn’t meet someone who’s just as villainous as he is every day.

Teathre pulled up a heavy breath. “Needless for you to know, I don’t really live near or in the castle or anywhere else you may have in mind. But I truly like the sound of the first option.” he nodded, happy that he actually had made it quite far without getting killed, “Sadly to say, I really need to buy my candies. How about you walk with me to the candy store? Then we can go anywhere you want. I don’t usually spend my time doing something in particular, so I have a lot of spare time for when I want to waste it.”

He directed his gaze far away before saying, “As for you, don’t you have any more issue to deal with in this dirty street, Miss? Off course I can’t just snatched you away from the business you’re maybe in; I’m more polite than that, as you may have guessed yourself.”

"I merely had business with that man. This is actually my first time in the village, you see." Sinopa said. She did look somewhat fascinated with the dirty street life.

"I spend most of my time in the castle. My work is predominately politics, believe it or not," She said, laughing a bit. "I suppose that proves that politicians are bloodthirsty."

"And I apologize for assuming that you were nobility. It's not often that you see someone as well mannered as you not be one. Especially a mystic. The nobles are desperate to get their hands on a mystic in order to do... tasks such as I," Sinopa realized that this conversation was probably going into too many details about her.

"So, how about we see to those candies? After you change, that is,"