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Gadwin Java: Andrew i hate it when people Role play like this
Amethine: You've certainly got a life worth envying.
Gadwin Java: ::i take out my sword::
KillerFireBabe88: ::looks at all the hot guys in the room::
Exalted Trunks: XD
Gadwin Java: :;my eyes glow::
Mao Kuan Yin: Your blowup doll pop?
Exalted Trunks: I hate the 'I' in posts
Gadwin Java: :;i shot dark with a load of man chowder;:
Gadwin Java: 8-)
Amethine: LOL!
Amethine: I hate that too.
Amethine: I hate like..
Amethine: ::Huggles you::
Exalted Trunks: ::I kick yo white ass, foo.::
Exalted Trunks: Exalted Trunks rolled 3 48-sided dice: 48 4 9
Exalted Trunks: XD
Amethine: LOL
inmortalLouis: ::the man walks in having the black cape fully around his body
held together with 2 golden clips, nothing could be seen of his body excpet for
his face, his emerald green eyes, jet black hair, and pale face, his fangs protruding
from his upper lip, his face emotionless and his eyes show no answers::
inmortalLouis: ::he slowly walks through the room toward a free seat and sits
down, his cape flying off him and landing on his chair, he wears a black tunic
and black baggy pants, his dragon skin boots were also black, on the left side
of his waist there lay sheethed his blade, the "crusifix"::
Mao Kuan Yin: ::he enters the building, clad in cow hide, a sword to his left
side, and several weapons intricately placed about his body; his hair is short
and black, his eyes are emerald green like a dragon, and to most he is nothing
but an adolescent::
Mao Kuan Yin: ::he walks nonchalantly over to the bar, his eyes trained on the
bartop half expecting something to jump out from behind it::
JagoN6401: cool game
Mao Kuan Yin: ::reaching the bar, he grabs a stool and plops his leathery rear
there, looking over the bar, reassuring himself there is no one behind there with
a sword to crossbow. He looks up and down the bar for some sign of a tender, but
finding none he sighs... quite annoyed::
JagoN6401: I love brood war
Mao Kuan Yin: ::waiting, half hoping for a tender to pop out of nowhere and serve
him something, but realizing that his hopes are unjustified he hops over the bar
top upon one hand and looks about::
SOLDIER Zack 21: www.gamefaqs.com
Mao Kuan Yin: Now... if I was a not-here-tender... where would I store the water
Amethine: ::He slipped inside, quickly to brush a lock of raven hair from his
eye, his other still covered. He slid smoothly across the floors, his boot heels
clicking on the floor as he did. His eyes swept ever so quickly across the room,
searching for perhaps an intelligent vessel, or even an attractive one::
Mao Kuan Yin: ::looking behind the bar he find a pitcher of water and instantly
grabs it:: Ahhh... gotcha bugga... ::grabs a mug from the wall and places it on
the bartop::
Amethine: ::He extended his palm and attracted a chair that swept to his hand
as though there was something magnetic involved, and proceeded to sit on it backwards,
staring into nothingness::
Mao Kuan Yin: ::satisfied that he is out of any apparent danger, he goes about
his business, pouring himself some more water and guzzling it down as if he had
been out in the dessert for some time, which he had not. He places the mug down
and again glances about the tavern, looking for anything that could keep him entertained
in his boredom::
Ethereal Ember: ::Ember sat at a table alone in a dimly lit corner of the tavern,
her slender pallid hands with long obsidian talons, wrapped around a large pewter
chalice. Black lips parted softly revealing delicate pearly fangs, as she raised
the chalice to partake of it's contents. She was statueque and slender. Cleaved
to her curvaceous body was a long silky black slipdress, slit obscenely high at
each side. cut dangerously low as to show her full pert breasts, barely covering
the pale pink nipples beneathe. Yet despite her sexy attire, she looked elegant,
almost regal. Long blood red tendrils cascaded gently down her back, nearly to
her knees. Liquid twins of firey red roamed the tavern, a small smirk of amusement
kissing her full black lips::
Nikola Slaveiko: ::A dark shadow fell across the moon and shot quickly across
the night sky. A light wind seemed to pick up and a soft, methodical creaking
sound filled the air, rising and falling, rising and falling. Suddenly, that dark
shadow came rocketing to the earth and struck the ground, and he slowly stood,
dusting himself off. Two large wings, black and leathery, spotted with a small
amount of stiff brown hair spread from his back, the wingspan topping ten feet.
The two large wings folded up behind his back, and he walked to the tavern door
and pushed it open. He wore black jeans, a plain black long-sleeve shirt, and
black leather boots. His hair was a dirty blonde that sort of shimmered in the
light, and his eyes were a dull blue, his thick eyebrows permanently set in a
scowl. On his hands he wore plain black fingerless gloves. He slowly scanned the
room, then continued on in, leaping into the rafters where it was dark and cool,
grumbling incomprehensible things under his breath.::
Mao Kuan Yin: ::from his place at the bar he notices some intricate objects hanging
from the wall... they're old, but could still be used if needs be. They're of
an off design, nothing he has ever seen parallels the oddity these weapons had::
Amethine: ::He sat still in his chair.. staring back from Ember to Nikola, not
sure with which one he was more fascinated with. He kept wiping the obsidian hair
that kept finding its way back into his deep, starless eyes, hoping their eyes
would not catch his own spying gaze::
Mao Kuan Yin: ::looking, slack jawed to the floor at these two new figures that
had just entered. He had never seen such... such... oddities. The woman was interesting
in her own way... she reminded him of the stories he heard of the Greek's Bacchae,
and the tall dark and scary creature with the wings, well his brain is barely
registering him. He could not fathom such a creature if he had gone to Hades and
back::
Empty Chelle: ::Stepping gently and soundlessly, a tall, pale, thin figure adorned
in shades of purple enters the room. Her delicately feminine features seem angelic
and fragile. Most noticable about her, are her dark azure, slit pupil eyes, and
her wispy violet-blue hair, in contrast to her porcelin white complexion.::
Empty Chelle: ::...Looking a bit lost, the mysterious figure glaces about the
establishment, not focusing on any one subject for too long, eventually sitting
herself down at a table at the side of the room.::
Mao Kuan Yin: ::Well now that these few peoples had entered he has some entertainment...
or at least some thought. He had wanted something to save him from his boredom,
but this was too much. The gods must be listening in on his thoughts here. His
mind is racing at a mile a minute and he even forgot that he had a cup to his
face... even so, he forgot that he had a face::
Mao Kuan Yin: ::realizing that he has been staring for the past 5 minutes he snaps
out of it and drops the glass pitcher to the floor. It shatters into dozens of
pieces and sends a sharp echo throughout the nearly empty room. He scowls to himself
as he mutters under his breath:: ... just attract attention why don't you...?
Ethereal Ember: ::She sat, the heavy pewter poised at her pouty obsidian teirs.
Those huge crimson orbs gazing at Nikola as he entered, filled with a look of
intrigue. She was ancient by most standards, but never in the ions of her existence
had she witnessed such a sight. Tipping the chalice only slightly, she partook
of it's fruity content, allowing it to linger upon her tongue, savoring the taste,
absorbing it's essence.::
Amethine: ::His eyes traced the cracks in the floor straight up to where the woman
who had just entered stood. He watched with awe as she moved to the table and
sat. He himself shifted a little in his seat, watching her, trying to stare without
being noticed.. he always got shy in that situation, and hated being asked rude
questions or being given insolent glances and gestures. His dark hair followed
the thoughts in his mind and crawled back into his eyes, covering them so they
could not be seen::
Jayz Scarldarken: ::A strong wind blew through the tavern slaming the door open.
A medium sized figure stood there. His golden hair blowing lightly across his
eyes and his dark green eyes scanning the room. His usually bright white trenchcoat
is now dull and heavy from the steady beats of the rain from outside. With a sigh
he reachs his hand out and from another chair from the complete other side of
the room flies along and lands in his hand. Swinging it round he flips both his
swords into the air, sits on the chair. And the swords hit the ground just next
to him.::
Empty Chelle: ::Looking up at the few people who seemed familiar with the place,
she blinked, and in a soft, nearly inaudible voice, the pale, youthful girl inquired
to no one in particular.:: I'm lost, can someone tell me where this place is?
Exalted Trunks: ::The young Sayia-jin, landed softly outside the tavern's door;
the cool night air barely tossing about the two shoulder-length lavender 'lopears'
of his. Casually opening the door, the youth took one step in, finally revealing
his idenity; unbeknownst to most in this realm. The youth, Trunks, was, of course,
in his favorite outfit, Orange velcro boots, loose tucked-in grey slacks, a black
tank-top tucked in at the waist and that Blue nylon Capsule Corp. Jacket. Sheathed
to his back was a sward that has rarely seen combat. Might it this night? Taking
a few more casual steps on in, he brushed back one of the rouge lavender strands
that hung over his ice-blue pools. The youth then meandered on over to some vacant
table. [XD, I died at the end]::
Amethine: ::He opened his mouth as if to speak, then shut it again, hoping she
wouldn't notice. He ran his tongue across his lower lip, then bit down on it,
trying to avert his gaze to some other part of the room::
Nikola Slaveiko: ::He looked at the various occupants of the tavern, and to say
he was dissatisfied with the evening's turnout would have been an understatement.
Two men, one woman . . . He would have preferred a barload of babes. There were
others coming, though, and that at and working your way up to a human least provided
some respite of his disappointment. He looked at each of the occupants, wondering
which one he should stalk. He had not fed in… eh, far too long. He ran his
tongue over his two long, razor-sharp fangs. He crept about in the rafters, eventually
coming to stand directly above Mao, if that was in fact his real name (sorry,
bad joke). He continued moving through the ceiling's supports and came to stand
above Ember. He looked down at her, his gaze meeting hers for a moment. He had
made up his mind, and he leapt from the rafters and came crashing to the floor.
He landed in a kneel, and slowly and dramatically, he stood, letting his wings
stretch out to their full glory. He was a stickler for first impressions. With
a smile that told only of mischief and upcoming disaster, he walked towards her,
standing his glorious Five feet three inches tall. With a flourished bow, he finally
spoke. His voice was soft, actually, though it held quite a bit of command in
it.:: Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Slaveiko. Nikola Slaveiko. ::His
smile widened into a grin.:: And who might you be?
Ethereal Ember: ::Snapping her head in the direction of the clatter, her silken
bloodred tendrils, fell across one eye. Her soft voice lilted through the ait
with a melodic resonance((sp)) to fall upon Mao's ear.:: Are you alright good
Sir? ::she canted her head, wondering if perhaps he had merely had one too many
spirits::
Gadwin Java: "::The darks clouds formed some what of a oval hole,as all that
could be seen was a pair of red eyes.In the blink of an eye the lightning began
roar as the dragon,Gaia,ripped through the clouds.Flowing full speed donw through
the atomosphere with a load intimidating roar ,as it broke the sound barrier several
times.Its heart very noticible,pumping(Like tyrant from resident evil,cept its
a dragon..)it the landed swiftly a
Mao Kuan Yin: ::He walks over to the apparent dart board that is placed behind
the bar and from that he takes it that the board and darts were meant for employee
use only. Being that he was the first person here and that he is behind the bar,
he expects to be left alone. He walks over to the board and collects the darts
from their places on the counter far behind the bartop::
Mao Kuan Yin: ::he steps several feet away from the board and rolls the 6 darts
in his hands. Concertrating on them momentarily. Then placing 9 on the bartop
and aiming with the 10th towards the board, he concerntrates harder, focusing
on the board, whispering to himself:: ... concerntration is key... there is nothing
but the board.... there is nothing but the dart.....
Exalted Trunks: ::Walking at an almost perfect cadance, the Sayia-jin just pulled
out one of the chairs and plopped down. God all-mighty could come in here, and
he wouldn't think twice. It was true, Trunks was in one of his 'moods' which only
one of two things would cure: a decent spar, or just going on home. Deciding,
the he had expended the energy as to get the this tavern, he might as well stay
for a bit. Surveying the room, he just chuckled...this little grin crossed his
lips. For what reason? Really none in pitcular [sp?], it was just this..thing.
A smiling Sayia-jin was a highly dangerous thing, indeed.::
Amethine: ::He snapped wide awake as the dark man crashed to the floor, and was
immediately astounded by the length of his wings. He scooted his chair back, scraping
the legs on the floor as he tried to gain some distance from the loud..oddity
that just spoke to the woman across the room::
Ethereal Ember: ::Ember saw Nikola as he approached, taking in his movements but
moreover feeling his energy, Ember was a reader of aura's one could say. She felt
people's power, she sensed their essence. This gentleman's was strong, and Em
always tended to be more cautious, about the motives of the powerful. Usually
it was more the simple curiosity. She nodded at his dramatic display, reaching
with her long, pale digits to remove the hair from her eyes:: Well met Sir. I
am Ember, care to sit and partake of some wine?
Mao Kuan Yin: ::he throws the dart and predictably he gets a bull's eye. Unimpressed
with himself he throws another and then another and then another, each time a
dart successfully hits a spot that is in succession to the one closer to the bull's
eye. He is practically creating a line of darts. The last dart he takes into his
hand, holds it at its end, spins around a full 360 degrees and releases, sending
the dart anywhere it pleases, hoping it doesn't maim someone::
Amethine: ::His eyes immediately followed the dart, whipping his head around to
see where it had gone. He returned his gaze to the man who threw it. One eyebrow
raised, he stared at him for another while longer, thinking of all the strange
people he had seen so close together in one night.::
Mao Kuan Yin: ::Not really caring where that last dart got off to so long as he
doesn't hear someone scream in pain... or maybe that was his intention. Either
way, this was not a concern of his at this moment. Bored of the darts, he turns
his head to the one who called his name, alarmed::
Mao Kuan Yin: ::his emerald and cold glance peers on over to [Jay], wondering
how in the name of Kuan his name was spoken, since he has said all but a few words
since he has arrived... none of which his name was::
Mao Kuan Yin: ::jumping over the bartop and walking over to the one who so accurately
pronounced and called out his name. His hands idely placed at his side and his
eyes transfixed upon the figure's face... he is perplexed yet curious at the same
time::
Mao Kuan Yin: ::in a cold and monotonous voice he speaks aloud for the first time,
his voice showing no sign of anything. His voice void of emotion:: How is it you
speak my name?
Empty Chelle: ::Stepping gently and soundlessly, a tall, pale, thin figure adorned
in shades of purple enters the room. Her delicately feminine features seem angelic
and fragile. Most noticable about her, are her dark azure, slit pupil eyes, and
her wispy violet-blue hair, in contrast to her porcelin white complexion.::
Jayz Scarldarken: ::A strong wind blows through the figures hair. His name is
unknown to anyone, and his looks no one can identify, except hes a Scarldarken.
One of many strong warriors he is the yoingest of them all. He realizes that hes
being watched and he immediately spins round to face the on-looker. He see's its
mao, the one who cant control a dart for his life.He doesn’t speak but in
Maos mind he hears the words of jayz. "im telepathic, i know all of you if
you give me the time." and with that he stared straight into Mao and grinned::
Empty Chelle: ::Looking a bit lost in the establishment, she glances around, not
focusing on any one subject for too long, wandering about, and eventually sitting
herself down at a vacant table on the side of the room.::
Exalted Trunks: ::The youth softly sighed, almost knowing he was going to be bored,
just like the last time he was here. But, it didn't matter one way or the other.
He's done as his mother said, to meet new people. But tonight, the people would
have to come to him instead He leaned back in that chair, looking at everything,
but nothing. Interlocking his fingers, he placed his hands behind his head, right
above the light grey hair tie, which brought his hair to a short ponytail.::
Mao Kuan Yin: ::his eyes not diverting from Jay, but is indeed unerved by this
voice that has taken sound within his head. He looks Jay up and down and he nonchalantly
turns his back and walks back to his position behind the bar. Looking for his
mug and the pitcher of water forgetting that he had earlier dropped it::
Nikola Slaveiko: My thanks, Ember. ::He nodded and slipped into the chair across
from her, his wings unfolding themselves and fitting them into a more comfortable
position about the chair.:: As for the wine, I am afraid I must courteously decline
the offer. I do not partake of such foods. ::He tried to make his devious smirk
to seem more like a friendly smile, but of course it just . . . would not work.
He hadn't put a friendly smile on his face in thousands of years. Perhaps he had
forgotten how. His wings shifted a little, and his discomfort was rather apparent.
In the past, meals had been won simply by swooping down and grabbing some unsuspecting
peasant girl, draining the poor child of her blood and dropping the lifeless body
to the ground. In a tavern, however, he knew things would not go as planned if
he tried that. Thus the courtesy. It was strange, this being. Nikola appeared
to be in his early teens, perhaps a boy of little more than fourteen or fifteen.
He pushed his long bangs out of his eyes and continued to struggle with his smile.
He couldn't stand this waiting. His dull blue eyes kept falling to her neck. More
specifically, on her jugular, which he could see pulsing. He began salivating,
and almost lost himself. With a small growl, he shook his head and returned his
gaze to the woman's eyes.:: What brings you to a place like this? ::Ahh, he could
not stand the waiting…::
Empty Chelle: ::Speaking to no one in particular, the mysterious young woman softly
thinks aloud, looking up at the inhabitants of the establishment.:: Could someone...give
me some information?
Amethine: -( IC persons, list your characters and a small bit of info, pleeeeeeeuz.
)-
Nikola Slaveiko: ((Nikola Slaveiko -- Vampire, looks about fifteen years old,
highly violent and sadistic, and really hungry right now.))
Amethine: -( Amethine's the name..just a .. gothic lookin scary vampiresque guy.
;D )-
Exalted Trunks: [Trunks is well, a lavender-haired Pansy. XD.]
Mao Kuan Yin: ::looking over to Chelle, his emerald orbs devoid of anything but
interest as he looks her over. Evaluating her and her garments, searching for
any sign of danger... maybe she was carrying a weapon, he could usually tell,
but there are often occasions when a few have slipped him up... ok maybe more
than few. He notes her muscular texture, basically trying to acess her latent
abilites::
Empty Chelle: ((Chelle--Really pale elf girl with amnesia))
Mao Kuan Yin: ((Mao- 15/16 year old Chinese kid who comes battle ready [batteries
not included]))
Mao Kuan Yin: ::after he had completed his mental accessment of the woman he spoke
his words aloud, still in that monotonous and emotionally devoid voice that he
uses oh so well:: Can I help you?
Exalted Trunks: [Trunks=19 year old bishounen...capable of way too many cheap
attacks..]
Mao Kuan Yin: ::from his demeaner and his position in the tavern, behind the bar,
one could think he was the tavern keeper... he can even recall on one occasion
when a man had called him a "barboy" and asked for the most grotesque
of things::
Saralariel: ((Saralariel...well, I think my info says something.))
Mao Kuan Yin: ::stands motionless waiting for any signs of life to come from Chelle...
raises a perfectly arched brow wondering if she had died while standing or maybe
she was just plain ignoring him. Either way... he didn't appreciate it::
Amethine: ::He wasn't just looking for a nice neck to bite, he was also looking
for a companion, only for the night of course. But he'd like to talk to a nice
woman, even a nice man before sinking his teeth into their neck..tasting the sweet
blood he had been yearning for, for what seemed like ages. He stared himself up
and down, his eyes running across (LOL Nikola-mun)
Ethereal Ember: ::She shook her head, now painfully aware of his motives, a smirk
creeping over her blackened lips. A vampire, well he would be in for a bit of
a surprise if he tried to feed from her. Her ruby pools fell upon his gaze, and
she spoke again in that soft intoxicating voice:: My dear child, before your thoughts
go any further there is something of which you should be made aware. I am no mortal,
nor even another of the embraced. My blood is quite tainted, and the last vampire
that tried to partake of it, had his insides melted away. I am indeed half Vampire,
and do require blood for norishment, but I am also not in my true form. I am in
the form my father took upon my conception. This feeble human form. My father
being Klaxel Dragon Ancient.
Empty Chelle: ::The blue-violet haired youth tilts her leg to the side, showing
the dagger she has strapped to the outer edge, but maintains her eye contact,
her dark azure slit pupil eyes looking up at him piercingly:: ...Yes...?
Mao Kuan Yin: ::looks confused... now that she had answered him with a question
to his question as if he had not asked a question in response to her question::
You asked for help.
Mao Kuan Yin: ::sighing, he looks over Chelle again and speaks with a rather annoyed
and impatient tone of voice. He grabs a new pitcher and fills it with ale as he
grabs a mug with the other. He motions his head to Chelle as he speaks:: You want
a drink?
Empty Chelle: I'm sorry, it's not my policy to except drinks from strangers. People
get drugged more and more these days...
Mao Kuan Yin: ::playing with the idea of the tender... he is already behind the
bar and decides to go with the flow. He smile shis boyish, innocent, and playful
smile as he does when he wants something or is attempting something... he hates
smiling:: I'm the tender.
Gaia Deus: ::The cluds darkened as the clouds seem to roar in the night,as they
began to stir into a milky whirl pool as the shadow ripped through the clouds
and into the top of the air ,with lightning crashing forming a tornado to the
ground as it surrounded the whirl of air The Tornado died down along with the
dust to reveal the dragon hovering inches above the ground surrounded by a deep
dark black aura of souls.Motioning its heads backwards and spreading it's wings,it
caught Eyes with the lavender haired pansy and with a loud roar,it came in contact
with the ground with its arm at its side and face down..::
Nikola Slaveiko: ::He blinked once, twice, three times, uncomprehending, mulling
over what she had just said in his mind. Yes, he could be a bit slow at times.
When he finally understood, his first thought was that she was lying. But he thought
longer on it, and scowled angrily, his fist clenching into a tight ball. Well,
there went the prospect of feeding from an attractive woman. He dropped his face
into his hand, cursing himself for being so transparent in his motives. He had
been away from society far too long. He glanced around and noted that there were
other women from which to feed . . . but if they would not do, there were the
men. He hated feeding from men, and had always found it rather queer, much preferring
to kill them. But he was hungry. Damn hungry. He turned back to her and sighed,
shaking his head and getting up from the chair. He walked around the side of the
table and stood uncomfortably close to the woman. He put his head down next to
hers and quietly whispered to her.:: Be glad, Ember, that I have not fed in months.
Your warning goes heeded, and you live to see another moonrise. ::He then stepped
back from her and leapt into the rafters once more.::
Empty Chelle: ::Looks up at the 'tender', she blinks, her eyes taking on a more
relaxed tone. She smiles weakly, bringing a little color to her ghostly pale face.::
I suppose it wouldn't be wise to poison customers...I'll take a bottled water,
if you don't mind...Also, could you tell me some information about this establishment?
Amethine: ::He leaned forward in his chair, leaning his face on his chair. He
hadn't found anyone approachable, which meant no company for the night, which
meant no FOOD! Perhaps he should find some place else, but he could not move easily,
finding himself slightly weak from lack of..well..blood::
Jayz Scarldarken: ::A clap of lightning fills the room in white for a few seconds.
In that small time a figure appears whilst the white light flashs in the shadows
of the room, not recognisable by any standards of a freind. His face dark and
a scowl on his face he just watchs everyone through his dark green eyes. Sighing
he jumps lightly of the tavern floor and bounces off the neares Sighing he jumps
lightly of the tavern floor and bounces off the nearest wall sending him high
into the air to land neatly on the rafters in a crouched postition. He walks in
a weird kinda crouched walk to the rafter crossing the middle of the room. When
he got there he swings his legs lightly over the edge so he is sitting, and looks
straight down.::
Gaia Deus: ::He then dashed ,hovering above the ground as it head arose slightly
in the airwith a loud roar.Pulling its fist and wings back,its chest opened slightly
to reveal a oorb cocuuned and nestled in a crib of bones in muscles.As the orb
lit up an dfired several meabs to the front of the bar ,devouring all life on
the ground,grass,plants,weeds,WAIT NOT WEED,as it carved some sort of v crater
to the entrance of the tavern...As went baack into stance..::
Mao Kuan Yin: ::her words completely lost on him and for the moment he draws a
blank:: ... this establishment...? ::he dodges his head underneath the bartop
to grab some bottled water and pops back up placing infront of her lightly and
elegantly, trying to gian her trust and trying to be smooth as possible::
Amethine: ::He rolled his eyes around at the men flying about the place, bounding
off walls into the rafters.. why did they always go for the rafters, he thought.
He returned his sights to the door of the establishment, hoping for some miracle.::
Mao Kuan Yin: Oh yes! This establishment...! ::chuckles slightly at his own foolishness,
trying to save face and character::
Mao Kuan Yin: Well it was built during the war... originally my father built it
to house sick and wounded soldiers and then after the war.... ::sighs:: he transformed
it into what you see today.
Empty Chelle: I meant more, where is this place. You see, about a week ago, I
just woke up here, and I don't remember anything that happened before then at
all, just that I seem to be drawn to this place for some odd reason...
Saralariel: *After slipping as unnoticed from the tavern as she had entered...Lurking
in the shadows and what-not, observing as silently and unobtrusively as any living
being could...She strides into the field outside it quietly, the tall dry grass
rustling by her legs, her long honey colored hair; falling to her mid thigh, rippling
gently in an unfelt breeze, for indeed, the air was stifling and calm. Storm clouds
followed her, boiling across the sky, obscuring the sun to the point of near total
darkness, creating an electric tension in the static atmosphere. A shining silver
cloak is flung back behind her shoulders, showing a simple forest green tunic
below, and her form is hard to detect, for the cloak is of some strange material
that camoflauges her person oddly.*
Mao Kuan Yin: ::his arms raises and his finger lifts as he points to an area behind
Chelle and on the other side of the room where a shield, sword, and spear are
hung. They look Greco-Roman in origin, but not distinctly:: Those were my father's...
he loved those thing...
Mao Kuan Yin: ::being that he is not the real owner or even a real employee he
is bullshitting his way through this whole elaborate story... he's giving chelle
pure lies, but he is doing it well
Mao Kuan Yin: ... oh.... ::realizes that in his mind as he was coming up with
the lie he completely blocked her out... obviously confused, but yet delighted...
thinking to himself that this should be easy:: You just awoke here?
Ethereal Ember: ::She chuckled, the sound of her laughter resonating throughout
the tavern, before she once again sipped form the chalice's ambrosia. Shaking
her head. She spoke again softly, this time her voice but a cool venomous hiss::
Be glad child, that I forwarned you, for it would have done naught to me had you
fed, and you would have been destroyed. Mayhaps it was a mistake to tell you after
all. I did so out of courtesy. :: her gaze like liquidy lava flowing pierced his
before returning to the room::
Mao Kuan Yin: ::leans against the counter behind the bar for support, crossing
his arms over his chest as he takes more interest in Chelle:: ... alone... in
this strange... cold land... by yourself... no one you know... no one to protect
you?
Saralariel: *At the center of the field she hunkers down, sitting upon the grass
Indian style, tipping her head back to contemplate the steely sky and blinking
oddly oval-shaped eyes of the same gray color. After studying this for several
moments- staring into space, really he flicks a glittering sliver dagger out of
her tunic, watching a blue aura flare around it when it reaches her hand, and
stares intently at the shining blade and the mark, of a striking falcon, engraved
upon it. Switching it back and forth between her hands, toying with it and idly
slicing into the blades of grass in her immediate vicinity, she wonders about
the pain it would bring if it pierced her, alternately glancing from it to her
unmarked flesh.*
Gaia Deus: ::He arose his head peering into the sky as he dashed into the sky
with a whirl of wind created on the ground shaking the bar a bit __"Devil's
Dance"-Metallica-S an M- circling in the midnight sky::
Empty Chelle: ::The youth of blue violet hair looks at him, nodding gently, and
looking into his eyes, hoping he would understand as she then glances down, a
bit ashamed at her lack of knowledge::
Gaia Deus: ::As the lightning claps as it circled around over the bar a distance
up..::
Saralariel: *Following that morbid train of thought, her mind wanders back to
the dagger's crafter, the Dwarven smith. The blade was made to pierce Elven flesh,
to glow in warning when one of her kind approached or touched it, and she had
no doubt the agony would be searing if the sharp little thing were to prick her
skin. Her lips curling upward in a sardonic smile, and her eyes gleaming in a
not-quite-sane way, she brings the razor point of the dagger to the tip of her
left index finger, for at that moment she held it in her right hand, and feels
as well as sees the aura flare brighter, as though hungry to see her blood spill.*
Saralariel: *Returning the dagger to its hidden sheathe in her clothing, she stands
up, brushing stray bits of grass from her clothing and hair, and raises her arms
to the darkness of the sky, straight up over her head, her face still held at
hormal level, her lips forming soft, fluid syllables, her body rising from the
ground and flickering erratically for several heartbeats, before seeming to disappear
altogether. The clouds then dissipate; dissolve; break apart- and a bright full
moon spills its silvery light upon the vacant grassy expanse*
Mao Kuan Yin: ::To say the least, he himself is not quite sure where exactly this
place lie... all that he know is that this land lay somewhere between Chin and
Greece, his destination:: It's quite allright... I'm trav--- I'm alone also...
so what is the last thing you remember? ::quickly and slyly (at least he thinks
so) he changes the subject::
Exalted Trunks: ::The youth was startled in what he had just sensed. Quickly bringing
one hand to the hilt of Tapion's Sword, he looked about. No one else had sensed
it. Removing the grasp from the hilt he sttod and just sorta 'blurred to the door.
Opeing it, he stepped outside..await the source of the power.::
Gaia Deus: ::Still circling the sky with the darkened blue sky as it began to
sprinkle as it peerd down out of the corner of its eye only to notice that "Lavendered
hair pansy "as it turned and stopped in the midnight fog,as only its eyes
were noticible in the sky..::
Mao Kuan Yin: ::To say the least, he himself is not quite sure where exactly this
place lie... all that he know is that this land lay somewhere between Chin and
Greece, his destination:: It's quite allright... I'm trav--- I'm alone also...
so what is the last thing you remember? ::quickly and slyly (at least he thinks
so) he changes the subject::
Amethine: ::He pressed his palms against the sides of his head, covering his ears,
and lifted his head up.. stretching his neck muscles and relieving tension in
the long wait for an approach, or even just an entrance made by someone.. His
love for men and women made his selection wide, but he was picky about other things..the
men always had to be feminine, the women..also feminine. He loved beautiful humans,
and loved the way they tasted..the way their skin felt on his lips..even their
intoxicating scent. He never drank from beggars, or any people who smelled less
than nice. ..Nothing but the best for himself.::
Cypher HaZohar: .::A large, decorated Pentagram appeared on the wall, random equations,
formulas, symbols etc.etc. flashing around it. A humanoid figure stepped out,
the pentagram erasing itself instantaniously. The figure began to become clearler,
the light from the pentagram fading away. He was wearing a helmet, two long spikes
sticking straight up from either side, the front of the helmet coming down, curving
into a slight point over his nose. His Crimson eyes were strange indeed. Crimson
on the outside with Orange Pupils. A smirk spread across his thin lips as he crossed
his armored arms across his chest. In fact, He was a 'Guardian Angel' A sort of
A.I. , more of a computer program, manifest into a Reploid-type body. But of course,
he wasn't a Reploid in the least bit. He floated up, his gaze scanning the entirety
of the tavern, before landing upon a nearby Rafter:: Ahh..This Place..May finally
provide some fun for me..::He Clenched his fist, only to open it again::
Empty Chelle: I remember...I was the way I am now. ::The young woman looks to
the side, letting her layers of wispy blueviolet hair overshadow her face, her
voice wavers:: I...I remember nothing...I'd rather not talk about it...
Gaia Deus: ::after a moment of waiting it fluttered out of the sky dashing to
the "Trunks" breaking the sound barrier as it caught eyes with him again
,gaining speed every minutes with aload roar its body covered in somewhat of a
blue orbish aura as it crashed into the "trunks" general direction,creating
a crater as it planted it's self under ground and ripped out a few yards away
flapping its wing and hovering..::
Gaia Deus: Gaia Deus rolled 4 60-sided dice: 8 16 8 1
Nikola Slaveiko: ::He crept about in the rafters, staring down at those occupants
that he was somewhat sure were not poisonous to drink from. At least the others
provided some kind of hope. His hunger for blood was growing stronger, just with
the presence of these other beings, and he tightly held onto the big wood beams.
One splintered under his grasp, and he swore under his breath as several large
slivers of wood lodged themselves in his hand. In anger, he put his hand in his
mouth and chomped down, ripping layers of flesh of until he was bleeding freely
from that hand, and the splinters had fallen out. He drank of his own blood for
a moment, savoring the taste, then slung his legs over the side of the rafter
and stared down upon the goings-on of the room. He kept glaring darkly down at
the woman he had first targeted for a meal, contemplating if he should kill her
or not. Such arrogance was simply not acceptable. But now he was bleeding, and
already half-starved. He needed a meal now. With a soft sigh and a shake of his
head, he leapt down in front of Amethine, scowling rather than smiling.:: Greetings.
Mao Kuan Yin: ::he raises a perfectly arched brow as he watches Chelle. His interest
peaked and the girl providing more entertainment than he had originally anticipated::
... oh... that's ok... here's your water... ::motions to the bottle that has been
sitting there for quite some time::
Exalted Trunks: ::Whatever the hell kinda of attack that was, it was almost nothing
for the 'lavender-haired pansy'. He just sorta flinched from the attack. Stepping
out more he seen the source, Gaia. Blazing up, the youth just simply punched at
the threats shoulder [+1 to the hitting dice.]::
Exalted Trunks: Exalted Trunks rolled 3 48-sided dice: 20 25 48
Amethine: ::His eyes darted immediately up, noting the presence in front of him.
His starless eyes, circled with alot of, perhaps too much eyeliner, stared the
figure up and down. He ran his tongue across his purple painted lips as he finished
eyeing the man:: Salutations..
Exalted Trunks: [::I kick yo ass, foo’::]
Gaia Deus: ::As it Recovered and staggered to its feet.and Popped mary onto his
back,es arose and swurved his fuckin head as it pulled it head back and formed
a ball of energy at the base of the mouth..Reaching potential the ball emplooded
as several beams of blue energy launches into trunks general direction,as it hovered
feet above the ground with mary atop his back..-the cheap shot +8 to damage 8-)8-)8-)8-)8-)::
Gaia Deus: Gaia Deus rolled 4 60-sided dice: 22 2 57 42
GoddesslyGothic: ::Eeeep's and clings for dear life:: Trunks don't fry the Marybear..
._.
Empty Chelle: ::A silent tear trickled down her pale face, yet she still did not
make a sound. She wiped her dark azure orb, and looking back up at the stranger,
she nodded.:: Thank you for the water...I, really shouldn't have started going
on about this, I'm sorry, please, I didn't mean to waste your time...
Mao Kuan Yin: ::he pushes the bottled water closer to Chelle motioning for her
to take it, since she did order it... hey... he might even make a few bucks by
selling the tender's product:: Nooo... not at all... part of the job description
is to listen... I'm always doing that and believe you me.. the stories I've heard.
Exalted Trunks: ::The youth just fell to the ground form the Dragon's assults
of a beam attack. Standing he knew now was gonna be the best time to.. hit the
utmost in power...::
Mao Kuan Yin: I'm sure you'll find your path somewhere... don't you have any clues?
::he looks her up and down once more, maybe for the second or third time, as he
tries to guess just about where in the known world peoples where garbs similar
to hers::
Empty Chelle: ::The depressed young woman looks up at the kind 'tender,' and sighing,
calming herself down, she pulls the bottle of water a little closer to herself.::
You say you're the tender, but...I haven't seen you here at all until today?
Exalted Trunks: ::Closing his eyes the you just channeled his innate powers, a
low 'nnnnnnyyaaaaaahhh' escaped his mout, when it finally happened, he just 'flared
into the lovely SSJ state. The now super powered Trunks lept to the dragon once
again. Grabbing it's 'occupant' he set her safely on the ground [XD] so he could
freely plummel the dragon with a Ki attack +2 [+1 to the hitters]::
Exalted Trunks: Exalted Trunks rolled 3 48-sided dice: 23 13 1
Nikola Slaveiko: Forgive me for this intrusion, and forgive me for my straightforward
attitude, but I am starving. ::He took a quick bow, sweeping his arm across his
chest and stretching his wings out again, and folding them once more.:: My name
is Nikola Slaveiko, and I am to feed on this night. ::With an inhuman grunt, he
leapt from the ground, his gloved hands outstretched. His wings unfolded in mid
air and beat once, rocketing him towards his prospective meal, in a hunger-induced
rage, grabbing at Amethine's shoulders to tackle him to the ground.::
Mao Kuan Yin: Hmm... if I had to guess.... ::again trying for the life of him
to guess by her garb???? where she could have possibly fallen from; and then caught
off guard by her question for he was under the impression this was her first time
here:: Well you see...
Saralariel: *After flickering unknown from the empty field, she returns once more
to her silent watch in the tavern, lost the shadows of a forgotten and obscure
corner, her cloak helping her to blend in with the very walls, concealing her
form. Her thoughts, if she has any, cannot not be read. Her breaths, and she of
course breathes, are masked and imperceptible. No average mortal, this. No one
looking for a being such as her would be able to realize that through anything
other than simple human means, though, simply because of her nature. She stands,
silent, leaning back against the wall, moody gray eyes staring off into some other
time, place, realm, or perhaps another life.*
Gaia Deus: ::As It let out yet another fierce roar,several tentacles perched out
of its tail ,wrapping swiftly around Trunks limbs as the spare onees tunneled
under ground..and arose beneath trunks forming a twister or tentacles launching
him into the air as the tentacles returned;;
Gaia Deus: Gaia Deus rolled 4 60-sided dice: 40 16 55 57
Mao Kuan Yin: we take shifts... my kind and I... I've got other chores to do...
such as schooling, training, house hold tid bits and the like. I've never seen
you about either.... didn't you say you just got here today?
Amethine: ::Struggling against the man, and tackled not only by him but by fear,
he rose his boot-clad feet up to his chest and tried to kick the stranger off..
trying to sneak out a few words:: Isn't it..::gasping for breath:: unhealthy for
one vampire to drink from another?
Empty Chelle: I woke up here, and I've been here daily, so, I'd think I would've
seen you...Perhaps I was not paying attention. I still don't understand why I'm
drawn to this place...
Exalted Trunks: ::The now 'Super' Sayia-jin was just hit form the tentical thingies,
which flung him into the air. Which was way too perfect... Crossing his arms over
his chest, he shot them straight out, then bent them, and shot them out again,
bringing his thumbs and forefingers together. In the gap, a ki disc was formed.
Heheheh.
Mao Kuan Yin: ::looking over to Amethine and his... friend he grabs a bottle and
throws it aimlessly at the two... enjoying the role of bartender much, much too
much... O.o:: NO FIGHTING IN MAH BAR ::the bottle, flying with great force, slams
into the wooden wall nearest Ame and his compatriot and it's nose darts into the
wood as if it were a dagger::
Exalted Trunks: ::Allowing this disc to grow to an almost perfect size, the sayia-jin
launched hsi famed Buring Attack +4 at Gaia. {+2 fer the attack. +2 fer SSj then
+1 to the hitters.]::
Exalted Trunks: Exalted Trunks rolled 3 48-sided dice: 2 39 28
Nikola Slaveiko: ::He took a hit in the xyphoid process from the struggling man
and jumped away from him, grinning savagely. He flapped his huge bat-like wings
and was carried into the air, idly flapping them to keep himself in a steady hover.
He moved slowly towards him, then kicked off of the wall and landed behind Amethine,
lifting his boot-clad foot and kicking hard at the small of his back.:: Unhealthy?
Quite the contrary, I prefer drinking from kindred. They possess that certain
taste that mortals just don't have. ::He then leapt forward from the ground, his
knee heading towards Amethine's face.::
Empty Chelle: ::She stares at the bartender blankly, not really sure what more
to say to him, or what to think to herself. Just silent for a moment, a trivial
thought pops into her head.:: I think that was just my bottled water you through,
sir...
Mao Kuan Yin: ::looks back to Chelle:: ... heh... ::scratches the back of his
head, his tan hand moving inbetween the dark black hairs:: Well... I haven't seen
you around and I find that interesting... I work here... in fact my family owns
it and they've never mentioned you before... and I'm sure I would remember seeing
you about... such a pretty little face... ::going into his smooth act trying to
steer away from him and more towards her::
Gaia Deus: ::It then landed to the ground,as it shoulders began to boil ,as two
of the same heads ripped out..As the three heads roared ,echoing each other each
motioning there head,looking down at the man.The head then wrapped around each
other as six wings opened and spreaded apart forming a 50ft wing span.as each
head powered up a fierce noen colored orb.Each of them launched at an angel as
the three beams intersected to from a bigger beam made of all colors as it launched
into trunks general direction,as the ground ripped around them,forming a jagged
arena above the clouds..as it stood with the three head waving about..-MOST FEARED
MOVE ON AIM DICE-TERRA HELL-MY ONLY MOVE-18+-8-)::
Gaia Deus: Gaia Deus rolled 4 60-sided dice: 48 41 32 8
Exalted Trunks: [::dies::]
Mao Kuan Yin: ::blinks cluelessly at Chelle for a moment and chuckles to himself
at the humor:: I did eh? Sorry about that... sometimes my temper can get a lil'
edgy.... you get like that after working in the... ::trying to remember the name
of this gods forsaken place:: in thh--is place.
Jayz Scarldarken: ::A figure appeared on the seen once more to the tavern, always
coming and going mysteriously. All he did was ever watching and waiting for something,
or maybe someone. His dark green eyes scan the room as he slowly makes his way
in from the cold dark outside. His trenchcoat soaking and his skin wet from the
rain he walks as if he owns the place. from person to person, seeing their weakness's
and their advantages. He suddenly stops and his eyes fall upon the one known as
Amethine and the one saying his name is Nikola. Staring at the two vampires fighting
each other he shakes his head in disgust. With a slight grin, both the vampires
here two words in there minds. "Stop fighting", both of these came from
Jayz Scarldarken, but how could he say it with his mouth closed?. One of his many
mysteries.::
Amethine: ::He dropped his body down flat, now lying on the floor, and rolled
away from him.. now scared out of his wits. He wasn't a very old vampire, and
hadn't yet learned the act of defending himself. He pulled himself together, and
pulled himself off the floor at the same time. He shook his head fast and briefly,
raised his hands to a fighting stance, and pivoted on his one foot, directing
a kick to Nikola's face::
Exalted Trunks: [::He then killed Gaia using 'hit'::]
Exalted Trunks: [::hit::]
Saralariel: *Not liking the turn of events, she steps forward quietly from the
shadows, her tread so light as to prevent the floorboards from creaking, still
silent, unobtrusive, she moves to the center of the room where a struggle was
beginning, stopping to the side of the two beings, one, she noted almost absently,
having wings, and the other a very feminine young man. Standing there, cooly,
her alien eyes glancing from one to the other, she didn't speak, nor did she make
a move toward either. She was merely in the way, a quiet disruption*
Empty Chelle: You know, you're actually pretty nice for someone I don't know at
all. ::The young woman smiles, a light pink blush brought to her face, she giggles
girlishly:: Really, I don't mind, I just wanted to talk to someone. By the way,
I never caught your name...
Exalted Trunks: ::The CHEAP LITTLE ATTACK [did I over acceunate this?] knocked
the 'Super' Sayia-jin for a loop, in fact, 10 of them. Falling towards the earth,
spinning about all the while, the youth's once blonde locks returned to its original
lavender state, meaning that he was 'knocked the fuck out [XD]::
Mao Kuan Yin: ::he catches her smile and smiles back at her but ten times as wide
and just as coyly, playing his innocent boy card once more; he reaches out with
his hands and takes her hand in his and pats her hand with his free one in a reassuring
manner; he's playing with her in a way, being that he is no more interested in
her than to save him from his boredom::
Ethereal Ember: :: Rising from the chair to her full height of 6'2" , Ember
stolled across the floor, her stride fluid, and graceful, like that of a dancer.
Upon reaching the door she peered back over her should once more, her dark crimson
orbs, perusing the room, before she opened it slowly , and slipped quietly into
the cool night air::
Mao Kuan Yin: That's what I'm here for, to listen and to be of service... that's
all the tender's job. My name is Mao.
Gaia Deus: ::Swooping down catching the petrified saiyan he swiftly landed on
the ground as left him by the side of a tree as it dashed into the sky::
Mao Kuan Yin: ::still having Chelle's hand in his and patting her hand with his
free one he adds a flirtatious smile to top it all off:: What was your name again?
::flashing that innocent and boyish smile once more for the one-hundreth time::
Nikola Slaveiko: ::He ducked under the kick that came at his face and bounded
between the man's legs, again finding himself behind him. Absently, he noted that
if he squinted, then Amethine almost seemed like a woman. So he squinted. It was
better to imagine that he was going to feed from a woman. He glanced at the woman
who had just strode up beside he and the girly man (no, Nikola, it's a woman…I
swear) he was attempting to devour, but turned his attention back to Amethine.
He growled, actually growled, and leapt at his target's back, flailing about to
grab and hang on.::
Empty Chelle: ::She giggles again, a crimson flush sweeping over her face, she
smiles at him again.:: I am called, Chelle.
Mao Kuan Yin: Well Chelle ::he reaches from underneath the bar and pulls out another,
larger bottle of water and places it before her... he realizes that he has her
eating out of the palm of his hand and he releshes that fact:: ... on the house...
::and to add to the effect he says her name softly as if it were the name of the
Godddess of Love herself:: Chelle...
Exalted Trunks: Oh, wait. ::Awards Trunks with 5 EXP and 20 G for just being 'knocked
the fuck out'::
Saralariel: *Seeing the winged creature leap at the other-it was obviously hungry,
and wished to make the pretty painted boy its meal- she moved forward again, this
time a lithe near-blur of motion, ducking forward and sweeping the young man's
feet from under him, catching him like a baby in her thin arms, and strong as
corded steel they must be to catch nearly twice her weight. Twirling out of the
path of the enraged bloodthirsty demon creature, so that when it came down expecting
to land and tear into solid flesh it would really hit air, she is careful not
to harm the one in her arms. Still, she is silent.*
Amethine: ::He was aware only that he was in the arms of someone. He knew Nikola
was still there, but had no intention of moving. He was already week from not
feeding, and being attacked made him all the more tired. His eyeliner and lipstick
were both smeared on his face, and his shirt pulled funny. His starless eyes were
not so much full of fear as they were anxiety, waiting for what would happen next::
Nikola Slaveiko: ::His eyes widened as his meal disappeared from his path, and
he lost altitude quickly, striking the hardwood floor with his face and sliding
across, crashing into the wall several meters away. He lie there for a moment,
dazed. His head screamed with pain. He lifted one hand and felt over his throbbing
cranium, and detected a large bump there. His right cheek was ripped to shreds
as well. With a groan, he crawled to his feet and turned around, his fiery gaze
locked on the woman who had stolen his meal. He raised a fist and it at her, and
almost said something… Then he stopped, and cocked his head to one side.
He stood like that for a good minute, just standing there with his fist still
outstretched. Slowly he turned back to the thief and his meal. He grumbled something,
then spoke to them.:: Be glad that I must leave for reasons beyond my control
(mun is too tired and needs to go to bed) lest I would have slain the both of
you. ::And with that, he strode towards the door, grunting as he passed them.
He kicked the door open and walked out, outstretched his wings, and took off into
the night sky.::
Saralariel: *Stands up straight from the slight crouch she ended up in from the
low twirl and sets the boy upright, leaning him slightly against the wall so he
won't topple over as soon as she releases her hold. She then nods slightly to
him and walks calmly back to the corner that once concealed her, melding yet again
due to the attributes of her cloak, the ever silent observer, her strange grey
eyes having never once shown anything of her, and her face no emotion.*
Amethine: ::He stared after her, his gaze focused on her feet as she walked away
from him. Panting hard, breathing heavily, he managed to whisper though she might
have not heard:: Thank you...