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| Topic Started: Mar 25 2015, 03:51 PM (659 Views) | |
| 栄 Zaber | Mar 25 2015, 03:51 PM Post #1 |
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Dandelion Sector-- a place no man would go unless they absolutely had to. A place of scum and villiany of the worst order. Most people could avoid cities where the dark guilds would be, and that alone would make people cautious. However, here Syeena had business to handle here in this town so it forced her to come here. The odds of someone being mugged her was higher than any other place. Unfortunately, a young woman in this seedy town was not a good thing. It made her stand out like a sore thumb. It was a stormy day, the sky overcast and rain falling down everywhere. People that were not inside were hiding in the awnings of the buildings, keeping out of the rain and out of sight. Walking along the rainy and grey streets of this town, Syeena came. She was wearing her black sorceress outfit, with the cloak and hood worn to keep her warm in the rain. Furthermore, something was nestled below her waist, holding on as she held on to it as if it was a small child. Eventually, there was a tavern nearby called "Lady Luck" -- an ironic choice for a town like this. As it was the closest pub open and needing a place to rest for a moment. Syeena slowly and quietly stepped inside, which was already a semi-busy space. Unfortunately, her appearance was not unnoticed as a few patrons glanced at her as she entered and a few went quiet. Still she said nothing. Coming out from her own cloak, a strange black cat jumped out wearing claw gloves and a witch's hat on her head. The cat shivered, stretched, and shook her fur about. "Yuck! I hate the rain," the cat grumbled, finally happy to find someplace warm. Syeena softly made her way to the bar and awaited the bartender. Though she could feel unwelcoming stares, she didn't pay much mind to it and kept a focus to her own job. Hopefully, she wouldn't need to spend too much time in this city and find what she was looking for. |
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| Daine | Mar 31 2015, 11:29 PM Post #2 |
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“What do you want?” Daine asked disjecturedly. It seemed a more common occurrence now that his old tabs kept running into him, and the best way for a broke werewolf to pay of his debt was to work extortionate hours behind the bars that not too long earlier he was smashed at all on the pocket of his future self. “Coming up.” Daine said, pulling out some weird bottle of strange smelling liqueur, he’d once guzzled a cup of it down on an old debt repayment exercise, it earned him another week worth of work as well as a night over a bucket. The stuff smelled sickly sweet but if memory served him right, tasted as it looked, gloopy black tar. The bar was quiet enough, a few people patched around here and there, it was better this way, his deal was that he worked so many hours the time quickly coming to a close, not that he made so much money or served so many customers, if that were the case he’d never see the back of this place. “I’m almost of the clock right?” Daine asked, arching his back so his head was upside down, pointed backwards towards the working area of the bar. A woman called back to him. “Another hour or so, after that you’re free if you want.” He’d been here a solid three weeks, working most days during the busy shift, he;d earned his way out of the owners sin bin, she’d seen plenty of people forfeit their tab and if they were caught they’d start a fight and punch their way out of it. Daine had seen these sorts, although they spared their pockets, they ended up behind bars bequest the knights. Valuing his freedom more than a few man hours, he’d worked well. “You know, we can rent the room to you longer if you want to stay, sure it’s been quiet recently, but the next few months is when it picks up.” The woman said, giving him a motherly smile mixed with an equally motherly judging stare. “I know I can stay, but I like to travel. Plus, I heard the owner here won’t let me open a tab again.” He said, chuckling to himself, still arched over. His humour was quickly met with a wet dish rag being sent towards his face, knowing better than to dodge, Daine closed his eyes and took the wet ale drenched cloth head on. “Not even a giggle.” He asked her. “I’ll giggle when you finish your work, now get. We have more customers.” She said as the familiar chime of the bell affixed to the door sounded. Using his sleeve to wipe of the remainder of the wet, he threw the dish rag at the sink as though a basketball. “Ten points.” He cheered to himself before moving over the bar and greeting the next customer. “What can I get ya?” He said in a suave a fashion as he could muster, giving it his best dashing smile. But already failing to be charming smelling of old ale, his hair damp and stuck to his forehead, and a droplet he’d not managed to dry clinging to his nose. |
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| 栄 Zaber | Apr 3 2015, 09:28 PM Post #3 |
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She was surprised to find a pleasant face, oppose to the smell of the beer of the bar and the rather grim atmosphere. He seemed rather generous and welcoming oppose to the other unsavory characters of the bar. Syeena smiled and answered him. "I'll have an apple-tini. Thanks, handsome," Syeena said, a bit of a flirt to the man. She sat down and rested there. It was hard to be too comfortable with the wet cloak on her back but she was indeed relieved to be inside from the stormy night. Hex the Cat hopped on the next stool and put her paws on the bar to get the bartender Daine's attention. "I'll have a White Russian-- No ice, no vodka, no Kahlua" she said as she flicked her tail about happily. It was obvious what the cat wanted. A cup of cream, like any cat would. It was her favorite drink -- cream, milk and other mily beverages. Finding it adorable, Syeena scratched Hex behind the ears and she purred. As she waited for their drinks, Syeena raised up her hand and with a wave of them along the bar where she sat-- she produced Tarot cards. She enjoyed doing personal readings for herself. While she prided herself as a fortune teller, she was also an intuitive person. Such as, she knew the people looking at her didn't care for her, but F-them. She didn't get into Grimore Heart for her pretty looks and her flexible wrists. They wanted to mess with her, they would do so at their own peril. "Bartender... I got something I need to ask you," SYeena said, bekoning the man named Daine to her. "Have you seen any unsavory characters around--- well um, moreso than usual? " she said, realizing that could of been an ironic question since almost everyone in the bar was not the kind savory type. |
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| Daine | Apr 6 2015, 01:12 AM Post #4 |
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Daine served the next customer quickly enough, a house regular who had the same thing every time they came in, the house special brew. It was one of the few things they actually served here. There were other bars about in the area but despite the climate, they all tried to appeal to the more up and coming clientele, places that Daine likes to scrounge around but this was the sort of place he felt more at home. Wiping down the bar once more after the customer left and moving around some of the glasses, he started the wait again for the next person to enter through the door. People came in drips and drabs. “So, I might stay just for a few more days after things finish here.” Daine said back to the owner, who looked up from cleaning glasses to give him a smile. “Just a few mind you, I have a few other debts I should pay.” He laughed at, he’d had no wish to go clean but it was a useful excuse. “So mind if I crash for just a little bit longer?” before she could answer the question, another person approached the bar, different looking than the normal crowd, firstly it was a she, secondly they were dressed for a costume party. Not wanting to cause trouble he headed upto the bar to take their order, a little shocked by the pet. “You know no animals in here.” He said laughing at the memory of him first seeing the no dogs sign. “But you’re a paying customer, I’m sure we can let it slide.” He said, trying to get the charm on a little, she wasn’t horribly looking and it was better the burly beer stained guys that hung around. Pulling back after the order he started searching the cupboards in the back looking for anything to work with. After around two minutes of opening and closing doors busily, he came out of the back with a large pint of the house beer in one hand and a glass of milk in the other. “Couldn’t find either thing, so milk for you and this one is on me.” Daine said with a dashing smile, placing both on the counter. “I’ll cover the cost, just give it a go. It’s better than it looks.” He said with a fake nervous laugh. “And try not to smell, it believe me, it can put you off.” He continued looking hopeful at the pair. He’d been lucky so far so he was willing to try a little more. See if they took the drink. He was indeed telling the truth about it, the house’s ale was very good, just the upper market crowd expected everything pretty and sophisticated. “Trust me.” He said, waiting to see what they would do. “I’ll tell you whatever if you drink it.” Daine said with a smile. Pulling a pint glass from below the counter and filling it from the tap before taking a seat on a barstool behind the bar, facing the guest and her pet. He was up for having a little fun, but he guessed the girl would need some pushing and persuasion. “On my break.” Daine called back, arching his back to shout to his boss in the back. Things were going slow so she wouldn’t care either way. |
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| 栄 Zaber | Apr 8 2015, 03:30 AM Post #5 |
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Dain'es comment about Hex caused the cat's ears to perk up in mild offense. "Oh, a raciest aren't we? I'll have you know cats are the cleanest animals you can find out there. Besides I am an Exceed. Pfft... lousy service," she talked back to the bar tender, before licking her paw lightly and brushing her ears, emphasizing her tidy nature as a cat. Syeena just sighed. Hex always caused problems when things were going smoothly, but she had to admit, no place turned down the talking cat yet. Exceeds were among races in this world and were just as much welcomed anywhere. If this bar did turn her down, it would be a first. Still, Syeena behaved herself in spite of the cat's sassy personality. As they got their drinks, Hex did not hesitate to drink the milk. She loved milk without a doubt. Syeena was a bit more apprehensive to the drink she got. Still, when she heard his explanation it was not what she wanted but it was good and on the house, she considered it a dare along with his warning. Taking the drink, she did give it a light sniff. It was strong, but she didn't react. Further more and to many people's surrounding her, she stopped for a moment-- then downed the drink in a single shot! She took it like a pro and slapped the glass back to the bar. She reacted for a moment in stillness, then took a breath. "Eh... not bad," she said, showing she had a strong tolerance for it. She was no average woman. She could hear the whispers and sounds of impressed fellows, probably giving them ideas that Syeena wouldn't of allowed. Either way, she completed his challenge. As she waited for the bartender to come back and likely talk to her, she picked up the first card, seeing one that she probably would of expected for what she just did-- The Devil card, a card of abandoment and physical pleasures. It was a dangerous card to take lightly. Still it did warn her to not get too carried away. |
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| Daine | Apr 11 2015, 11:30 PM Post #6 |
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“Pff clean? You know who has to clean up the rings of milk you’ve left already?” Daine said in a sarcastic attitude, meant to annoy but not offend. Walking back into the back of the bar, the young bartender took the last of the glasses, placing them in the sink for his supervisor and boss to handle, removing his aprons and pinning it up, he gave her a lucky wink before being told “Give her hell” back from the burly looking woman. She had quickly come to realise in his time there that this guy wasn’t all bad. He liked to stir the point from time to time. But besides that he generally acted a little more like a teenager than he liked to let on at first. With his bosses blessing he exited the back with two drinks in hand and made his way back over to the girl. This time he moved around the bar, to sit on one of the stools on the other side of her that the cat. Placing one in front of her and gulping down the second for himself, he became a little more loosely lipped. “I told you it was worth a try. But if you want a third, you’re forking over for it.” He commented, adding a devilish smile to back up his playful words. Twisting his glass in place, he waited for the girl to finish her second drink before starting up. If he was going to fork over information, he wanted at least some way to cover his tracks, a drunk girl was likely to forget or perhaps even be persuaded into not telling if he could squeeze some info from her. But first he needed to make the first move. “Suspicious disciples most of our clientele, it’s a don’t ask don’t tell sort of city. Everyone, even you likely have some secret as to why you’re here. I don’t think anyone had just comes for a nice family visit.” He started, twisting himself in his seat to face the girl, talking softer as so nobody else in the bar could overhead what he was saying. “But there are a few that stand out more from the crowd, I expect that;s the sort of people you want.” He finished, waiting a while to see her response. “But I’ll give you a bit of info, in return you tell me something, only the drink was free. And I have my own back to watch.” Daine called out. Pushing the glass to the far side of the bar so his boss who had now appeared could take it. Without her new favourite bus boy on duty for the day, she was going to have to take care of the customer out front, her burley presence, seemed to push the clients further back into the recesses of the bar, they knew she had fine hearing and most things dais here were more hushed than a library. Not minding the foreboding presence all that much, he started up with his first tid bit of information, testing the waters to hopefully find out what the girl wanted. “There’s a guy back there. Don’t look have it.” Daine said, approaching the woman closer in response to one of the regulars coming to the bar for a refill. “The one alone in the corner. He dabbled a little in a few magical items from further south. The sorts that are on watch lists. I heard some of his stock was used in some robbery in Crocus a year or so ago, the sort of stuff that the knights arrest people for because they don’t want any finding their way into Chrysanthemum.” In a matter of factly fashion, Daine went to take another swig of his drink to find no glass and to remember that he had finished it when he first say down. His face showing a little sadness, he returned to the matter at hand. “I scratched your back a little, now tell me what you’re looking for and something in return. Think of it as a friendly exchange.” He said, pushing forward the drink he had bought the girl a little closer. |
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| 栄 Zaber | Apr 14 2015, 05:17 PM Post #7 |
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Hex merely turned her nose away at the pushy comment from the bartender. The cat continued to sip at her milk and ignored him. Syeena was surprised that he joined at her side and offered her another drink as he had one himself. Perhaps it was a vain attempt to get closer to her, learn about her or get into her pants. It was obvious considering how many other people in the bar were eyeing her. "Thanks one drink is my limit for now," she said in a modest dismissal of the second offer as it was now free on the house. Of course she didn't know what his plans were, but so far he was being rather generous and offered her some some advice. It was appreciated to say the least. Though a part of her thought the guy was a bit drunk already. She didn't turn around but she listened to him. So he was a black market dealer. Interesting and perhaps he would be of interest. But that was not what Syeena was looking for."Alright... thank you but I am looking for something a bit... different," she said, her voice at a lower tone. "I'm actually seeking some nasty creatures.... you know, something like... werewolves. And no, not your third-rate romance types," she teased. Litte did she knew she was talking to one. At that time however, some of the patrons got bold and approached them. "Hey there, babe," a rough looking guy said. Syeena turned around, pushing a card aside on the bar table to look. The man seemed to be in his late twenties and had the build of a constructon worker. He had a short cut beard and spikey hair. He looked handsome in a sense, besides the cocky smirk on his face. "Why waste your time with that guy. I'm sure I can help ya out if you get my drift. " Of course, Hex was quick to react. "Down, boys or I will beat you off with a stick," the cat replied. Edited by Zaber, Apr 14 2015, 05:19 PM.
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| Daine | Apr 14 2015, 10:59 PM Post #8 |
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Daine downed the drink seeing as though it was already poured and his current better half had declined it. “No point in wasting it.” Daine said, keeping his cocky façade on as he brushed past the words he was dreading with not even a flinch. “I’ve heard of people looking for wolves to eat bodies or fake an animal attack, but that’s yeti sort of stuff. No self respecting person believes that crap.” Daine said, wishing he had another drink to down, half for his nerves and the other half for the effect, it looked a lot cooler if he did it that way. “So good thing you came to this city, I only know a handful of self respecting people around here, so I’m sure we’ll find something for you.” He said laughing to himself. No way was he going to give himself up not that he was that bothered about it, more that he didn’t want to air his dirty laundry to everyone, especially a random stranger. Waiting for a while to see what her reaction, and perhaps the tabby with an attitude’s reaction about it would be, his curiosity was cut short by a random bystander appearing. He hated this sort of crap. From time to time people came through expecting to get hitched to the first thing that moved, the guy in front of him had no chance by the looks of it. “He has balls.” Daine said, still wishing for that other drink. It wasn’t his fight but he wanted to stir the waters. He liked the idea of pushing the situation to a point where it’d explode on the guy, he wasn’t exactly super sadistic, but the guy annoyed him. He had first appeared about a week ago, some small time guy by the looks of it. If Daine had to guess maybe a street thug in some gang up town who was looking to try and help expand the area, but was too scared to do anything about it. “I’d be careful though, I’m sure the cat could take you.” Daine said, snickering to himself like a hyena of laughing gas. He just couldn’t help it. Half of him pitied the attempts, even when he himself had been needing, he’d never been so crude. “And If you pull me into you pick up lines again, believe me even the cat’ll have more balls left.” Daine said, glancing a cautioning look at the guy before turning to the feline. “You’re a girl cat right? They don’t have balls. Right?” he asked, cupping his hand to try and block some of the sound from the guy, but really wanting him to overhear. “How ‘bout this princess. Deal with Casanova, then come outside and we’ll get to the bottom of your werewolf dilemma. Unless this guy wants to go wolf on us.” Daine said, moving from his chair through the main doors of the bar into the street to wait. He’d stirred the pot too far and didn’t want any backlash onto himself. |
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| 栄 Zaber | Apr 17 2015, 06:03 AM Post #9 |
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Clearly the intruder took an interest in Syeena, but of course Daine took interest in the thug now and was warning him not to cross them. Though he really must be drunk at his comment towards Hex saying about her having more balls than the guy and whether or not she was in fact a girl! If Hex wasn't black in color, her face would of gone red all over from the sheer embarassment. "HOW FREAKING DRUNK ARE YOU?!" she hissed angrily, jumping up from her stool angrily. She stood on two feet now, clearly not happy with the bartender. "Of COURSE I am a girl, you idiot!!" As Hex was throwing a fit, Syeena had pushed one of her cards away further down and with it, she just kept quiet and tried to ignore the guy but he was being pushy. Naturally. After a few drunken come ons-- just as Daine warned about-- he tried to reach over and take a hold of Syeena's thigh. Syeena could only give a smirk as the man was about to touch her... ZWHUMP! The man nearly fell over as his hand met nothing but air as Syeena had suddenly vanished. It left him in a daze as he looked at the seat where she should of been. However, as they would look to the right, Syeena was now seated in the next stool over, her hand still lightly touching the card she had just moved. She had remained there, as if she had never moved. At that moment, she spun around and gave a sweeping move of her legs-- tripping the guy over after his attempt to grab-- causing him to ram into the bar. Hex covered her paws over her mussel, restraining herself from laughting as Syeena simply returned to her cards. "Seems fate isn't kind to you today, sir. Word of advice. I am more woman than you can handle," she said in a throaty challenging tone. Syeena was far more capable than they realized-- as said the Grimore Heart logo tattooed on her exposed leg. |
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| Daine | Apr 17 2015, 11:45 PM Post #10 |
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The rain fell lighter than it had in the morning but still strongly enough to soak him through after about two minutes. “Crap.” Daine said, not wanting to walk back into the bar again so soon. “I’ll give her a few more seconds.” He said, covering his head with his hands. He wasn’t particularly fond of being soaked to the bone, not that it bothered him too much, and he had spent a lot of his childhood when it was rainy outside running around. But still now he had to meet normal people, he’d gotten past the point of amusement at the ‘wet dog’ comments. “What are you looking at?” Daine asked when a passer-by looked at him with a mix of anger and disgust. He’d met the sorts around the city before, they feel that they owned the city because they had a few black market connections and a bit of cash at hand. “Move on before I show you how important you are.” Daine finished with a snarl, a little bit of feral in his threat usually helped get through to these people. As normal, his threat hit some primal fight or flight response, like an angry animal, he’d usually see people turn their backs and hightail it out of there. Laughing quietly to himself he brushed off a good amount of water from his head. “Long enough.” He finished, moving back to the door to the bar and pushing it open. As he walked in a few eyes turned to him. Not paying any attention to anything else, he leaned over the bar and pulled a beer stained towel from the other side and dried down his hair the best he could. The ale smell he could stand, the wet dog comments ground on one of his very few nerves that people could find. “Finished with your boy yet?” Daine asked, finally looking over to his ‘client’ the outdoor shower had been annoying, but had brought him some clarity, the people who thought they owned the city who walked around in their expensive suits and black umbrellas outside knew little about the underside of any city. Daine wasn’t amazing with places like this but they all functioned the same. “If are, we are going werewolf hunting. After you throw this dog a bone. Daine finished, smiling slyly, he had learnt, take your pay before you give your customer the drink, and in this case, she was asking for a pitcher. “This one’s not on the house.” Opening the door with one arm, he waited for his pseudo employer to make the first move outside, this time he wasn’t going to get drenched while waiting for some girl. She could be the first to get soaked. |
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