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The Lost
How far must I go... Before my paws reach my destination... And this will all finally be over? -Aoi
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Post by kit on Jun 25, 2009 20:35:41 GMT -5
((Sure, VG))
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Post by Aerynn on Jun 27, 2009 6:42:08 GMT -5
Teazle sat very still, whiskey dripping off his hair and face and soaking into his shirt. With the utmost care he placed his now empty glass back onto the bar and stood slowly from his stool. Without a word he walked calmly across the bar and out the door...
A few seconds passed and there was an almighty screech of tearing metal and then quiet...
...The quiet didn't last overly long. With the customary crack of purple tinged lightning Teazle reappeared a few feet behind Kesika, a very large and heavy looking metal beer keg under one arm. One swift and brutal punch and there was a gaping hole in the high pressure container. A high pressure geyser of beer jetted out to slam into Kes, instantly soaking both her and everything around her in a sea of sticky beer and froth.
Teazle didn't speak, allowing his comeback to speak entirely for itself.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Jun 27, 2009 19:17:39 GMT -5
Adrian was standing there, suddenly knocked off his feet by both surprise and the onslaught of free flying beer. At this point his white wings appeared, out of his surprise and emotions rising from the sudden event. He looked up, from where he sat now. His white wings sticky, and covered in the alcohol as he shook them a bit cursing.
" Hey! I didn't do anything!" He complained as he moaned a bit from being covered in the liquid... man... tonight wasn't his night....
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Comrade looked over as first the witch made a scene and now the demon had made a even bigger one.
" HEY!! YOU CLEANING THAT UP!!" Comrade shouted to the man sternly since he was the one punching the hole in things. Really, he wasn't everyone's maid tonight, he was a freaking bartender.
" Kit!! Zairre!!" He cried out for two of his workers to settle this..
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Post by Robin on Jul 2, 2009 12:11:36 GMT -5
He was surely going to be after her hideous hide now after what she attempted to do if that scum bag was still alive. Though why was she so concerned about it? She had beaten him till he was good and dead, and she even over did it for crying out loud! So why isn’t she satisfied? Why isn’t she feeling right about the whole ordeal? He could not be alive! No, the ground he now lays upon should claim his body by now. It’s been two full days since then…
Reeny, who was now cleaned up from the bloody fight, clenched her fists tightly as she made her way to the pub that always seem to attracted her when she wasn’t in a good mood. It almost felt like home to her because of her frequent visits. She even knew the barkeep, not personally, but by name. Her shoulder was still bandaged from a few nights ago when Berten, the now dead brother, attacked her and tore into it. So why come back after that? Because it’s the only place she could feel comfortable, a place where she could drink all these unwanted feelings way. It wasn’t best for her to do so, but she chooses this over anything and she would slap anyone else who would tell her other wise.
The Changeling grunted as she pushed open the door with her good arm, entering the pub just while another brawl was happening. She ignored it and walked past like it wasn’t even happening and grabbed herself a stool at the bar and sat. “Hey Barkeep…” she tapped her knuckle on the counter-top. “Something strong, I don’t care what it is. I just need a drink. Oh and a couple of ice cubes would be nice.”
She didn’t bother to look up, she just stared down in front of her somewhat hoping that he wouldn’t recognize her pinched face.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Jul 2, 2009 16:16:13 GMT -5
" Back again?" He asked the changeling whom he hadn't seen in a bit. He fixed her a pretty strong drink for her breed and tossed in a few icecubes as he settled the glass before her. He smiled to her. Watching her a bit.
" Something troubling you there?" he asked as he tended to another persons need of thirst.
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Post by Robin on Jul 2, 2009 17:52:30 GMT -5
Before Reeny answered him she picked up her glass and took a fast swig of the strong toxic and instantly felt it burn in her throat; a sensation she was already use to and did not mind to it one bit. Taking her wrist she wiped the corner of her mouth even though it wasn’t really necessary. Just what she needed. She wasn’t sure of what it was but it was good.
That’s a stupid question to ask…
“Something’s always troubling this woman..” She grunted slightly at the young barkeep’s question. “…Death, murder. The Aristotle family is practically fucked.” She mumbled her last sentence.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Jul 2, 2009 19:08:51 GMT -5
" Alot of people are fucked around here. In both ways." he laughed a bit with a smirk.
" Anything a simple rat can help with though is what I wish to ask. Anything.... that can fix the situation?" He asked, the rat of course trying to drum up some underhanded buisness as usual.
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Post by Varian on Jul 2, 2009 19:23:17 GMT -5
Kesika jumped at the sudden soaking of alcohol, not having been expecting quite such a large come back but once she realised what was going on she just stood there and waited for the flow of alcohol to subside.
Once the flow had stopped, she turned around slowly, brushing her now soaked hair out of her face. The strong scent of alcohol really wasn't helping her stay steady on her feet but she managed to move a little closer to Teazle to glare up at him, tears welling uncharacteristically in her eyes.
Lacking the will to really say anything about this situation she simply made to slap the stupid demon around the face.
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Post by alta on Jul 2, 2009 21:06:09 GMT -5
Kitsu arrived late to work and blinked as she saw the mess and everything and what looked like there was going to be a fight. she ran over to the bar and looked at Comrade, wondering what in hells name was going on. she glanced back at the people.
"sorry im late.... I'll explain everything later I promise. what in hells name is going on?" kitsu asked, as she cracked her knuckles sensing a fight was about to start and if so she was going to toss each people on their asses to make it clear there would be no fights in this bar.
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Post by Dark Dragoness on Jul 3, 2009 14:12:09 GMT -5
Zairre sighed walking in from the back in a very pissy mood since she was now starting to show in her pregency. Walking over she saw the mess the people had and glared at them as she when to go get stuff to clean it up once she returned she smirked to Kitsu, "Ready to take out the trash if the need comes up," she asked her friend knowing the girl would handle the fiighting she would clean up the mess.
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Post by Robin on Jul 3, 2009 18:34:33 GMT -5
Reeny looked up at the barkeep and laughed slightly. That was selfish of her to say; everyone has their problems and not just her. She gazed back down on the counter and took another sip, gulping the liquid down this time. Slowly it was starting to sooth her a bit, loosing her up from her tensed state. As soon as he had offered to help her, she quickly declined by shaking her head.
“Thank you, but no thanks. My problem was already taken care of a couple of nights back.” She bit her bottom purple lip, somewhat unknowingly showing that she wasn’t sure if she actually had taken care of her ‘problem’.
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Post by Aerynn on Jul 13, 2009 8:09:28 GMT -5
Teazle had not been expecting tears, he'd thought the witch would have got angry or something, not upset. He saw the hand coming toward his face long before it connected and decided he'd let her have one hit. Her palm smacked into the side of his face with a loud crack and his head twitched to the side slightly absorbing some of the blow.
"Feel better now? We're pretty much even. I metaphorically punched you in the gut, you slapped me in the face and we both have quite a bit of alcohol on us. Want to get another drink and argue about it the way humans do?"
The sad look in Kesika's eyes had knocked the urge to fight right out of Teazle. Fighting was only fun if the other person was really pissed off as well.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Jul 13, 2009 18:31:08 GMT -5
" You don't sound so sure." Comrade commented as he kept a eye on the other situation at hand.
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Adrian's eyes went wide, he went to get in the middle of this fight if the demon dared to attack his once comrade in arms. He stopped though as the demon changed his words after haveing taken the slap to his face.
" Oh my..." He commented as he blinked a bit.. not sure if everything was smoothing over for not. He wrung out his hair a little as he waited.... was it truely safe or had things just begun?
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Post by Tears on Jul 14, 2009 19:41:04 GMT -5
A familiar female figure penetrated the thick atmosphere of the pub, stalking across the threshold with a feline quality. She seemed to emit a soft glow, especially around the suggestion of her sensuous curves. The unmistakable mass of oversexed auburn hair announced the woman as Nika. She was dressed in a long, red jacket over a victorian-inspired lacy bodice with a short skirt which flashed teasing glimpses of her frilly panties. Her diamond earrings sparkled, as did the stilettos supporting her long, sinuous legs. However, it was her gleaming amber eyes that caught one's attention. They were curious and playful, with an ever bright, never faltering gaze.
Nika slid easily onto a barstool and crossed one leg over the other, letting the red jacket slip off her thighs. She leaned over the bar, ignoring the apparent tension in the room for the moment, and beckoned Comrade towards her.
[pink]"I'm feeling a tequila tonight."[/pink]
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Post by Varian on Jul 16, 2009 17:53:08 GMT -5
Kesika watched Teazle for a long moment before finally turning away, letting her alcohol soaked self find it's way back to her stool before she ended up on the floor somewhere. The getting wasted aspect of the evening was certainly going well if not the forgetting certian events.
"Wasting good drinking time anyway, might as well waste it talking to you and angel boy over there since you seem so intent on being wherever I am." She finally replied when seated again with a half hearted wave at Adrian. Seeing as her own drinkhad pretty much been refilled by the surge of alcohol she was quick enough to resume her drinking, her eyes remaining a little more watery than she'd have liked.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Jul 16, 2009 17:59:25 GMT -5
Coming right up." Comrade replied as he poured the new comer a fresh drink. He was managing another conversation and was also a bit curious as to what was up with this one as well.
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Adrian sighed as he followed after her, sitting back down at his original seat he took a swig of his own drink. He thought about telling her not to call him angel boy... it made him feel well. Weird to say the least. He smiled weakly at his once comrade in arms though.... at least she handled that well...
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Post by Tears on Jul 16, 2009 22:32:08 GMT -5
Nika winked at the barkeep, then took a sip of tequila. The sting of the alcohol on her tongue heightened her senses, and her bright eyes twinkled with mischief. For the first time, she surveyed the goings-on of the bar. It seemed as if at least three people were soaked with beer, and the tension amongst them told her there had been conflict. She raised an eyebrow at the dripping demon, then her gaze wandered to the changeling seated several stools away. She seemed troubled. Hating to see a sad face and prickling with curiousity, Nika slipped off her stool and sat herself in the seat just left of the depressed figure, sliding her drink along with her. She tapped her long nails on her glass twice, aiming to attract her attention.
[pink]"Not feeling up to par, my sweet?"[/pink]
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Post by Robin on Jul 17, 2009 20:01:45 GMT -5
Reeny glared up at the rat barkeep, brows furrowed inward, “Oh, I’m sure of it. I’m positive that that no good back stabbing bastard is dead and burning in Hell for what he did to Mother.” She slammed her fist down hard. Her anger wasn’t towards Comrade at all, it was never intended to be but it seemed like it was. She kept her fist tight and it began to shake from the hard impact in made with the counter. Averting her eyes away from him she took another swig of her drink and chugged down the rest. Surprisingly she did not slam her glass down. Instead she gently placed it back down. At that moment she could feel a presence approaching her from the side but she didn’t bother looking. The sound of typing finger nails on a glass pricked at highly keen ears which to her was an annoying sound.
"Not feeling up to par, my sweet?"
The woman’s nose crinkled as the young girl called her that. It was quite obvious that she did not like that one bit. “Honestly, girl, I’m not. I’ve forgotten that feeling.
A moment later a new face had walked into the pub, with blue-gray eyes looking about. “Ah, there’s the bar.” She grinned and made her way over there and claimed herself a stool. Before the redhead had caught the barkeep’s attention she plucked what looked like a photo that was torn in half from underneath her bra strap. Removing her hand from under her shirt she then flipped it around where the person in the photo was looking back at her. She made a face at it then turned it back around and called for the barkeep. “Hey bartender, if you isn’t to busy at the moment I’ve got a question for ya!” She spoke with a heavy accent.
That…voice! Reeny snapped, her facial expression drastically changed. It couldn’t be…it’s impossible but Reeny wouldn’t dare to look. A sinking filling hit her hard and a million things starting running in her head. If this was Rihbird O’hare Reeny must not allow her to know that she was here because she knew what the werewolf wanted; her brother, Berten Aristotle.
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Post by Tears on Jul 17, 2009 20:43:58 GMT -5
Nika frowned, realizing this changeling character was one too entrenched in pain to be friendly with.
[pink]Ah well,[/pink] she thought, [pink]I've lost touch with my motherly instincts.[/pink]
Giving the woman a look of apology, Nika backed off and sat at a table in the middle of the crowd, setting her tequila down, then letting her feet rest lightly on the table, exposing their exquisite length and shape. She pulled a joint from a pocket inside her jacket and summoned a flame onto her fingertip. She lit the joint then relaxed in her chair and puffed, surveying the other bar-goers and hoping to attract attention.
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Post by Aerynn on Jul 21, 2009 16:21:41 GMT -5
Ooc:Yay, lets annoy comrade.
A smile appeared on Teazle's face like a white and disturbingly pointy sunrise. He disappeared with another crackling of lightning and appeared behind the bar, grabbed a bottle of single malt before he vaulted back over the bar to land on his original bar stool, whiskey bottle in hand. He twisted the top off the bottle and raised it into the air, spilling a little of the amber liquor over the bar as he did so.
"I propose a toast to drinking far too much and causing as much drunken trouble as demonically possible"
He took a long swig from the bottle before burping and setting it down on the bar.
"And that is a lot of drunken trouble, if you didn't guess."
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Jul 22, 2009 18:54:40 GMT -5
" I would think so." Adrian sighed as he laid his head on the bar for a moment then jumped up as the booze finally fleeted his direction. He shook his head, this mess... this mess was just... nice.... really. He looked over to his friend to see her reaction to this... praying she didn't go along with his drunken trouble making.... or was he really the only sane one here tonight?
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Jul 22, 2009 20:26:04 GMT -5
Comrade raised his brow at this. " Oh? You sound so sure? Do him in yourself or did another bring about his end?" he asked casually as another woman questioned him. He leaned over towards the new comer.
" What is it I can do for you?" He purred.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Aug 11, 2009 21:52:29 GMT -5
Claudius stopped just outside of the bar. Looking to see if Julius had followed. He was out of sight of most of the people going in and out of the place.
" Stay close...witches are not overly welcomed here unless they make sure it's known they are not of the head coven." He whispered to his new student of sorts as his teal eyes looked back. In one swift movement he applied pressure to the runes and marks upon his shoulder. Chanting a release spell to release the counter curse upon him. By this point though... human Claudius looked rather ill. All from holding the counter curse for so long. As it was released though he let out a sigh of relife. Soon enough the gray skinned form of a Lesser Gargoyle appeared. Sweptback white horns adorned his head as well as wings with hangs upon the upper joints. His Legs were bowed in the same paranormal manner of his breed, his hair and eyes though remained the same as a long tail sprouted from his backside with a tuff upon the end like some dragon like race. Spikes adorned the appendage as well as he looked back to Julius, to make sure he was allright.
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Post by Varian on Aug 12, 2009 17:10:30 GMT -5
Kesika was pretty content with her drink but half heartedly raised her glass in a toast anyway she'd agree with the drunken bit, just not so much the trouble causing, she really didn't need to deal with any more of that right now, especially not in her current state.
"The sooner this night is over the better and the less of it I remember the better." She grumbled before flicking her gaze over to the demon and the angel boy, a slight smirk crossing her lips as she managed to get her eyes clear again.
"Present company mostly excluded of course."
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Aug 13, 2009 17:42:21 GMT -5
Adrian nodded at this as he took another sip of his drink.
" You know... Kesika... if you ever need anything. You can stop by the store right? I'm running Midnight Callings now." he smiled over to her. Trying to be helpful since well... she seemed to of been having a bad night.
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