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1:58pm Aug 15 2012
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Damon's eyes narrowed a little on this bartender. He wasn't quite appreciating the way he was being spoken to, especially by someone he just hired. He didn't act as though he wanted his job for very long. But...he seemed to know what he was doing, and the vampire decided it stay loose about it all. One does not always work with someone they adore, and it could be a lesson in patience for the man.
Hah!
That was actually laughable. Damon, needing a lesson in patience. Having been alive to see the mouth of the world open out and spew forth all of the plants and animals and man stumble around, one had a natural ease of waiting and understanding and keeping one's cool. After all, in order to stay alive in such an unfriendly world, one simply had to learn to keep calm and not be easily riled up.
"Let them talk," he muttered with a shrug, before turning his attention back to a rather unhappy looking Lotus. He frowned at her sour attitude, uncertain as to why she was so melancholy. The woman was late, and wasn't even in trouble for it. She should be in a good mood! Bah, women.
"Ah, Lotus," he said, remembering something, "Because of your loyal services as of late, I've decided I'm going to be giving you a bonus, for having worked the bar and the tables. Perhaps that comes as some good news?"
Damon was a man who considered himself a gentleman, and liked to be the best owner he could be. As such, he tried to keep a look out for his workers...even if they didn't seem to like him. Oh well...if they didn't like working for him they could always quit...but he hated seeing workers go.
A shadow spread across the floor, and Damon's pupils dilated. A scent wafted into his mouth, pooling in his lungs. The vampire's fangs extended a little, body tensing the slightest bit. Eyes darted to the side, and he saw a cloaked woman. Ahh yes, there was no mistake. She was a vampire, just as he was was. Not too often did his species come into the tavern, and that was just as well. There were things in Damon's past that made it a bit...uneasy to be around other vampires. That made his lust for blood greater, his desire to kill more intense. It had been a long time ago, but Damon was a trained killer, a cannibal even. The murder of other vampires had been burned into his being, and the scent of one was enough to bring those unpleasant thoughts flashing back. A deep breath, and he pushed the memories away.
Relax.
Briefly he wondered if he knew her; perhaps if he went over and conversed, a memory would spark. Most vampires did know each other. Living so long, they tended to cross each other's paths at one point or another. When she asked about staying in the inn, he perked right up. The man leaned over the bar, thrusting his face towards her. His cold eyes searched beneath the hood, wondering who she was. And if she would know what he was. It would be hard not to; at this point the tips of his fangs had emerged from his lips. "Why, yes, we do have room," he answered in his smooth voice, such that would rival her own.
"Just let me know what you prefer, and for how long, and I'll make sure you're very comfortable for your...for your 'rest.' "
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2:06pm Aug 15 2012 (last edited on 2:07pm Aug 15 2012)
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"Well, I would hope so. My old man taught me everything I know. Isn't that right, Salem?"
It was all too easy to recognize her after the hood fell off. 10 years clearly hadn't changed much, but then again, vampirism did that to people. The woman his old mentor had shown him, had ordered to hunt her down. The crazy old seer had foreseen things about her, how she would bring destruction. That was the year he had left everything. That was the year he had mastered his hunting skills. But that was also the year he had found his father, a well known artisan with a penchant for dabbling in magical cooking. Either way, it was a harrowing year for young Halien, and he wasn't too keen on forgetting faces.
Tssk'ing, he shook his head, and sighed.
"How the mighty have fallen. Great ol' Salem, now a drunk. At least you're not a cheap drunk. I hope you like that mild hallucinogenic memory dust I slipped in. You'll remember those good old times with Prince Charming in an hour or so."
Patting her on the head gently, he whispered in her ear,
"Sweet Dreams."
And with that, he shooed her towards Damon, now heavily inebriated. He sighed. He could do with a drink himself.
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2:26pm Aug 15 2012 (last edited on 2:27pm Aug 15 2012)
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|| Salem ||
The vampire looked over at Damon, disliking how he was so open about his vampirism. She stared warily at his fangs. Perhaps he was more hostile than she was. Salem wasn't sure what to think of him. His voice was like water, smooth and flowing, and he was devilishly handsome, as were all vampiric men.
She hadn't had time to reply to Damon's comments on the room and her 'rest' when the bartender spoke again.
Salem's eyes turned a darker shade of silver as the bartender said her name. No. Not this. She thought that he would have the manners to let the past stay in the past. To keep his mouth shut, if he ever did recognize her and say her name. She felt the alcohol grabbing onto her. Damn, that was a strong drink. Even with her high tolerance for alcohol, it was grabbing a hold of her.
As he mentioned how she'd fallen, she felt tears spring to her eyes, and anger fill her heart. How dare he call her a drunk! She didn't drink often! He knew nothing about her. Nothing. And yet he was spitting out deive words about her as if he were her husband. Her lips trembled as he mentioned hallucinogenic memory dust. No.... he didn't.
But he did, didn't he?
As he shooed her towards the other vampire, who'd mentioned the rooms, she hissed and leaned over the counter. "You... You bastard. I should drain you right here and now. In front of everyone. Shame you, throw your shriveled body into the...." Faint singing interrupted her thoughts and voices.
She turned to see the ethereal form of her former betrothed. Handsome and tall, his looks rivaled Damon's. Nobody else but her could see him. That was the hallucinogenic memory dust. Oh no. He held a violin under his chin, his dark hair perfectly in place, and his lips were moving as his tenor voice sang a soft song.
She couldn't make out the words, but she felt the tears spring to her eyes again, but she couldn't move. She knew she would only stumble and fall, which would call her to let go and start weeping fully.
"No.... no..." Several tears fell down her cheeks and dripped off of her chin.
Ooc:// Poor Salem. XD
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3:01pm Aug 15 2012
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"Ah, Lotus. Because of your loyal services as of late, I've decided I'm going to be giving you a bonus, for having worked the bar and the tables. Perhaps that comes as some good news?" Damon's words distracted her from snapping open her mouth again and making a sharp retort the wolves for not responding as quick as she'd like, and she glanced sideways at her boss. A bonus? Was about time. But of course it would be like Damon to be so generous with her; despite her pissy attitude, he kept her around. They had a sort of mutual friendship, she supposed, and since she was so egotistic, reminded herself that the bar would lose some of its spunk without her.
Speaking of spunk, the new bartender sure knew what he was doing, despite the way he dealt with Damon. He was good with the customers though, making the female wolves swoon, as it seemed. Pfft, shifters, she thought and shuddered. This new chick that had walked in though, was neither shifter nor wolf. Lotus kept a sharp eye on the way Damon reacted to her and after casually throwing a glance over to them a few times, she decided that this girl very well may be a vampire also. Huh. Haven't had any of those in a long time.
Vampires, being close counter-parts to demons, didn't bother Lotus too much. She had an inkling of demon herself in her, though being mostly dark fae, it wasn't exactly bloodlust that ran through her. Take out the 'blood' and there you have it. Lotus was a seductress, named for the addictive flower that melted upon the tongue of the mouths of greedy men. In her other form, the aroma she gave off was quite sensual and could make most men's eyes turn on her.
She tried it on Damon once. Never really knew if it worked or not. Lotus' hair touched her cheek again and she took the scrunchie out of her hair once and for all, just letting her scraggly auburn locks fall against her shoulder blades. Green eyes blinking, she leaned against the bar counter and bumped Halien's legs with one of her own.
"You fit right in with our little freak show right here," she complimented. "Call me Lotus." With that, she directed her attention back to the wolves and slapped her pen pad onto the table impatiently. "You gonna decide or what?"
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3:08pm Aug 15 2012 (last edited on 3:11pm Aug 15 2012)
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(( I feel bad now. Halien's such a horrible person when he's not looking cute little girls and kittens in the eye.))
Halien was nothing if not a fair man, though a heartless one at that.
Salem had caused him a year of grief, losing the only family he had left. Master had taken him in at the tender age of five, and taught him. His health had deteriorated slowly over the years, and soon he ended up a raving lunatic. The final straw was when Halien refused to kill that woman. Screaming, railing against his inner demons, his master had killed himself, but not before he blamed everything on Halien. Salem deserved to feel a bit of pain, after everything she had caused Halien. A bit of emotional scarring never killed everyone.
As she drunkenly whispered dire threats at him, Halien allowed a true smile to break free across his face. Looking almost bloodthirsty, he chuckled.
"Be thankful it ends soon. Just a taste of my pain. You probably won't remember anything in the morning. Heck, you probably won't remember in two minutes."
In the middle of his mildly sadistic reverie, he faintly heard that cute girl he ran into before speak. Allowing himself a raised eyebrow, he solidaly stared at the weeping vapire.
"A pleasure, I'm sure. This place is... Quaint. Nice. Peaceful. A nice change." |
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3:42pm Aug 15 2012 (last edited on 3:42pm Aug 15 2012)
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Essence
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The feline couldnt resist messing around with someone. Padding quietly across the floor, she meowed at Halien and did her best 'cute kitten' face she could to make him go crazy. Watching him was amusing, but not being swung around. She tilted her head and meowed again, waiting for him to spring into his friendly stage. |
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1:07am Aug 16 2012
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Shira followed Essence. "Be careful. " She said to Essence. She walked over to Hailen. "You do anything to hurt that cat and I swear I will Sink my Fangs into your neck. And I cant tell you how much I love hearing the things scream." She said Spitefully.
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1:17am Aug 16 2012
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[She was atracted to Hailen and now I thinks shes even more atracted to him.]
"I never knew that you could be so mean I like it. Plus I Hate Vampires apart from you Damon." She said. |
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8:01am Aug 16 2012
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Halien Bartender
"That's delightful to hear,"
he said dryly, glancing over the sabertooth without much enthusiasm. Clearly, this wasn't one of the cute ones. Easily lifting the blue one, Essence, onto his shoulder, he gave it a mock glare.
"Stay there and behave. Mess anything up and I will personally introduce you to my dogs."
He threatened half-heartedly and turned to raise his eyebrow at the other flirtatious girl. Declining the option to speak to her, as he wasn't entirely sure if she had the hots for him or Damon, he merely shrugged and winked at her, like he did to the other girls.
Pity the woman who'll ever tie him into a faithful relationship.
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8:32am Aug 16 2012
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"So. what does a cute person like you do with your friends?" She asked trying to start a conversation.
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8:53am Aug 16 2012
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HalienBartender
Halien was in utter disbelief. Friends? What utter rubbish the girl was spewing. By this point, Halien had already mentally marked her as a Blabbermouth, and proceeded to continue on with his life. Sigh. The cutest girls always liked to pry. Thoughts wandering aleady to returning home to feeding Czar and Cleo, he idly responded,
"Friends? You mean business associates? Talk business, I suppose. Manipulate them once in a while. Possibly kill them.
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8:59am Aug 16 2012 (last edited on 8:59am Aug 16 2012)
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"You do anything to hurt that cat and I swear I will sink my fangs into your neck. And I can't tell you how much I love hearing the thing's scream."
Well, that's interesting. Why the heck would someone threaten their bartender like that? The way Halien played it off made Lotus smile and she had to cough to hide her laugh. There definitely were a bunch of loonies tonight and they still seemed to be ignoring her. Guess they didn't want anything. Lotus pocketed her note pad a bit more roughly than need be and looked over at Damon.
Bah, he was too caught up with that other fanged lady to be bothered right now. The new bartender still intrigued her though. Lotus rested her forearms on the counter and looked between one of the shifters that had started to flirt, or what seemed to be flirting since it was a pretty poor job of it.
"I wouldn't exactly call him cute, hon," she said and snubbed her nose. "He's not like our little kitten friend here." She paused. "Though he's not too cute either."
Ooc; Lol. Lotus is so mean. >_>
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9:06am Aug 16 2012
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"You know what I'm rubbish at talking." She said. She changed into her wolf. She howled.
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9:12am Aug 16 2012
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HalienBartender
Sighing dramatically, Halien threw his hands up in the air and gave a wounded ex
pression.
"Alas my fair lady! How could you be so cruel to such a prince as I! My glorious companion and I are wounded deeply, fair mistress, and shall drown are sorrows together, bemoaning your cruel words of rejection!"
He paused for a second, wondering what the heck he was doing, and continued on full blast.
"Look at my lovely companion here miss. See his tear filled eyes, and the way he sniffles in sorrow? Love! Why must you be so crrueeeeelllll."
Halien composed himself after a second, wiping tears of laughter away. How he managed the mix of a wail and a contemptuous drawl eas beyond him, but it made for good entertainment.
Sticking out his hand, Halien gave a slow, easy grin.
"Name's Halien, sweetcheeks. Now, where'd your mother live again? I'd like to send her roses and shake her hand for givin' birth to such a pretty lady."
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9:13am Aug 16 2012 (last edited on 9:17am Aug 16 2012)
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"Would ya quiet down?" Lotus snapped and cringed at the howl. Honestly, did these people know no such thing as the word 'manners?' Out of her flared irritation, Lotus's skin took on an almost gray pallor, near-rounded features on her face darkening to triangular points. Smoke wavered out from underneath her shirt in the form of her fae wings but before she could take the transformation any further, she pulled on the reins and shook her head.
Once concentrated, the reaction was instant and Lotus was back to her red-headed, creamy skinned self. If she'd gone through with the transformation, there would probably be hell to pay from Damon for releasing her sweet lotus aroma into the air and drive the men mad. Hmm, maybe after work it would be quite fun to do the same to Halien.
"Wolves," Lotus muttered under her breath.
As Halien turned to her, Lotus barked out a short laugh. "Baby, you wouldn't want to meet my mother. She'll eat someone as good-looking as you, but I appreciate the thought. So what brought you to the tavern in the first place? As you can see, this is where all the crazies hang."
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9:30am Aug 16 2012 (last edited on 9:31am Aug 16 2012)
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"What the heck was that all about?"
Halien asked nonchalantly, and sniffed a bit.
"Smelled a bit like lotus, but not normal lotus either... Almost has a distinct scent of Lotophagi lotus, but has a notable difference..."
Glaring at her suspiciously, he eyed her up and done, flirtatious attitude gone. He had his doubts, but shook of the uneasiness and chuckled at the girl's tale of her mother, slipping easily back into his playboy attitude.
"She sounds like a fine woman. Fiesty, so I know where THAT trait comes from. And as for this tavern, it's not too bad. Lively, one could say. Energetic. Possibly stimulating, if you think about it."
Avoiding the topic of why he came here, he quickly plastered on a charming smile.
"So, since it's kinda slow, want a drink? I have a feeling you might need one. Nothing magical though, since I'm already pushing it with my magic and the weepy females who seem to always cry after drinking them. God. Do they really taste that good?"
((LOTOPHAGI:the lotus eaters from The Odyssey. After partaking of the lotus, mortal men lose all aspirations to do anything but eat more lotus))
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10:04am Aug 16 2012
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Lotus tilted her head when Halien's nose twitched and she arched one brow as he mumbled things under her breath. When he looked her up from her head and down to her toes, she spotted a devilish smile. It would be very fun to go through with her shift after work, where she wouldn't bother Damon and could play around with this man's head. Lotus had her fun around town, but never would she do so for this man. It would be much too entertaining to tease him.
"Mmm, Damon wouldn't want me to drink and although there's a million other reasons why I should be fired from this job, I'd rather not make it a million and one, unless of course, you'd like to smell more of that cheery lotus you caught a whiff of earlier." Lotus busied herself with playing with her fingernails, then looked up at Halien from underneath her lashes. "My will to hold in my supernatural side isn't as...strong when I'm inebriated."
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10:28am Aug 16 2012
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A tall, slender woman strolled in through the entrance, a set of tattered wings hovering above her head, protecting her fur from the downpour of rain. The wings dropped and formed a cloak around her shoulders and back, wet hair and face now visible.
Shocking gold eyes peeked out from under a wet, messy mop of dark blue hair. This girl clearly didn't maintain herself. With two big clonks of her boots, she took a seat at the nearest empty table.
A mass of fur erupted from her hind, two thick white stripes down either side, giving anyone who didn't know her an instant to recognize her as a skunk. Without any real movement, the tail pushed its way through the space in the back of the chair, and flopped on the ground behind her. In length, her tail must have been 8 feet long, and 2 or 3 feet wide. How did she manage that thing?
With a slight smile, she observed her surroundings. Of course, most would try to break up the fight, but Zorey... Loved to watch a rumble.. In fact, she loved to join in on them..
With a swift movement, her paws where on the back of her chair, tail high in the air, wings at near-full span, and she swung the chair high up in the air and smashed it against the floor near the commotion- she now had a look of excitement in her eyes. The gold eyes flickered between red and yellow, before sifting calmly back to gold.
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10:32am Aug 16 2012
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( >_>;; the fight finished before I posted...)
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10:46am Aug 16 2012 (last edited on 10:54am Aug 16 2012)
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"To be honest, I really shouldn't be allowed to walk freely." 
The next interesting patron to make an appearance was Gabriel. His presence was marked by the sound of heavy boots on the wood floor below, loud and ringing through the tavern. Gabriel was a tall man, taller even than Damon, and very solid. Indeed, his body was nearly 'perfect.' He wasn't necessarily super bulky, but was more like someone who was a master of parkour and needed to be able to move quickly and be flexible. Lithe and...catlike, if you will. Actually, Gabriel was a cat of sorts, or at least a shifter. He could go from human to 'neko' to 'anthro' to full transformation. Werelion, some might even call him. although he would never betray that fact in public. When Gabriel shifted, bad things happened. People died. He had come to call it "Ravenous," the persHe could perhaps grow fangs or a tail or claws without any damage, but it really wasn't worth the effort. Someone who was able to sense magical beings would see that he nearly dripped with it, but his physical appearance was entirely human. And rather flawless at that; his only handicap was a patch over his right eye, that he would most likely not talk about.
Stepping into the tavern, his face pulled into a grimace of displeasure. "God, who is doing all of that howling?" he groaned, holding his head. "I guess it's better than when that pissed off Banshee who wanted some necromancer's love came barging in, though," he muttered. Gabriel was a regular, needless to say. He was a very handsome man; bright green catlike eyes, orange-pink colored hair, very pleasing facial features. He wore his boots (always), but also a high-collared black duster coat. Beneath was a top with a somewhat low neckline, so that it could feature his collar bone and a choker with a cross on it. His hands emerged from his pockets to pull out a cigarette. The man sat down at the bar and shook his head a little. A few drops fell from the ends of his hair, which wasn't as flouncy as usual. "It's started to drizzle out there," he muttered absently, lighting up and taking a long drag. Noticing a few fellow behind the bar, he nodded in greeting. "Welcome to the jungle. And hey Lotus, how you holding up? If you could get me an uncooked steak I'd really 'preciate it. You know I tip well," he said, flashing a wink at the woman. Although with him he could just be blinking...but the thought was there. Tilting his head, he noticed a rather fuzzy looking woman.
"Oi. How do you manage all of that fur?" he asked, "Especially that tail!"
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