A rival and dinner. (Dar)

2:30 AM
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Raith walked into the small diner with a "open twenty-four hours" neon Sighn in the window. He noticed a smoking allowed Sigh as well and went right on in. He sat himself at a booth, and observed a couple of shady figures, some truckers, and a group of young adults doing coke at the bar, but it was discrete enough he didn't bother them. The waitress walked over to him and dropped a menu, and a cup of of coffee on his table. He sparked a cigarette and looked over the menu occasionally taking sips from the mug. He then looked up slightly as he heard another person enter the diner.

Jemmy stretched her arms above her head. She had been busy with running the HIVE lately, so it had been hard to get out. Of course, getting the HIVE back in shape was her priority. It had been the punishment bestowed upon her by Mordru. Still, she missed the days of being carefree and simply causing chaos across the land. That was what Jemmy really lived for.

Mordru. Just remembering that name made her angry. Just wait until she found some way to return to her full power, and then...and then nothing. Jemmy knew she was no match for a sorcerer like him...yet. Greed was a powerful emotion. One that even Lords of Chaos were not immune to. Jemmy wanted everything. She wanted to eat everything. If she could find a way to become more powerful, she would do it.

Walking into the diner, Jemmy smelled something. It was magic. Looking around, Jemmy's eyes set on the man the scent was coming from. The little girl walked up to Raith's table and sat down facing him. A few of the humans in the room looked over at her, confused that a child would be in a seedy place like this. Jemmy didn't care. She was hungry.

"Hi there. I'm Jemmy. You look a little down. What's wrong?"