Mage Trip

[Chachoregard]

He intently watched the people who sat at the bar, and analyzed everything with an utmost priority. The bar itself was sort of run-down, and was already past it’s prime. A few shady characters came in and went, and every so often he heard the raucous laughter from another part of the bar. He could also hear the light clinking of bar mugs and the sound of swill pouring into them, and then looked intently at his mug, filled to the brim of a liquid substance that looked similarly like Ale, but tasted nothing of it. He sighed quietly as he sat back in his seat and closed his eyes for a moment.

Like all patrons, he didn’t stand out much from the crowd. His clothing was of the regular variation of a Mage’s clothing, if not slightly more inlaid with runes intertwined in the fabrics. The fabric itself was soft and smooth to the touch and the color itself was a burgundy red and small slight bumps were made due to the intertwining of the runes. He had a large, heavy tome that rested at his side and was held by what seemed to be a steel chain inserted at the tome’s spine, and the steel chain is connected to a metal bracelet. There was another metal bracelet on his other wrist with the same kind of chain that was affixed to it, and it was slightly wrapped around his hand. He thought of it as a rudimentary anti-thieving device, and it worked to a point.

His physical appearance stood out more than the average patron in the bar. His hair was black, and it grew just beyond his ears. The front of his hair was odd to say the least, as one very large hair bang was situated over his left eye and covered it up with his thick hair. What was behind it, was something most gruesome indeed as he became half-blind after an unfortunate accident, and the pupil became an eerie dark grey. There was not many signs of it being a scar, but the loss of his eye was proof enough of his incident.

As he continued to keep his eyes closed, taking in the cacophony of sounds that were emanated from everywhere, it was that he felt someone was standing close to him.

“Yes?” he asked, his voice sounding almost serious and opening his eyes slightly.

The man that was standing before him was a little shorter him, but still rather extremely tall. His eyes were a deep amethyst color that shined even in the dimmest of lights, and his hair flowed slightly to the back of his neck and rested just above his eyebrows. This man had a well-defined body, and judging from his attire, he seemed to be a wearing a ragged leather trenchcoat which below that was the outfit of a mercenary. He seemed a bit eager and looked rather quizzical to Nev. It was then that the man handed a letter to him, which he later recognized as his own handwriting.

“Were you the one who wrote of this?” the amethyst-eyed man asked. Nevevereradnar took a moment to read the letter to himself and nodded his head, “Yes, I wrote it.” to which he responded.

The man in the trenchcoat sighed with a relief and sat down on the other side of the table and laughed slightly. “Man, you have no idea how many pubs I went to, asking for you,” he said with another slight laugh and then sighed. “So, I take it you are interested in the job?” Nev asked, moving one hand upward and raising an inquisitive eyebrow.

The man cleared his throat, “Well, sort of, but I have a question: How much of a “substantial amount” I am getting when I finish this?” the man asked, shaking his head slightly. Nevereradnar only laughed, such was the avarice of the mercenary he thought. “Well, let’s just say upon completion, you will be among the upper echelons of this city and not have to worry about doing menial jobs for those too slothful to do anything about it,” was the words that Nev said. The trench coat wearing man thought about this for a moment. He wasn’t too very trusting of jobs that required him to wait until after the job to be recompensed for his job. What if, during the job, he would die, or be seriously injured? He preferred jobs that would pay him up front and not have to worry until the end. It made good financial sense, but there was just something about this man. Sure, he found the man’s outward experience just a little bit unsettling and odd, but if he focused on judgment, then he would be a poor mercenary.

“Sure, I’ll bite. What’s the job?” he said with a slight smile as he awaited the instructions.

Nev cleared his throat and sighed, “I have just come here from a distant island nation, one that is not much written in oceanic maps and I have come to an old friend of my father’s on the continent of Levis.” he said, focusing on the man’s facial reactions. “Your job is to protect me from any bodily or grievous harm from anything that might come in my way. It is not a simple task, and this will require such a man highly skilled in the arts of the sword and of the land. I would do this myself but I do not want to end up lost or worse, dead.” he continued to explain, his gaze unwavering and his blinking seldom.

“Ok, weird island nation, something about meeting someone, and going to Levis. Wow, I gotta say, but Levis is pretty far from here. I mean, we’re probably looking at a couple of months time to get there anyways” the man said, making up slight time estimates. He knew this to be true, for he came from the Continent of Levis and spent nearly a month getting to Tiburon-Diente.

“No matter. We shall take any means necessary to get there as soon as possible. News to my father’s friend has not yet reached of my current exploit to get there, so if by any chance, we shall arrive shortly by the time that happens.” Nevereradnar responded and intertwining his hands for a moment. The man chuckled slightly, “Guess that would mean hopping on hay carts,” he muttered slightly. “yes. Well, as for food and shelter and other commodities shall be taken care of by me. I have...brought a small amount of monetary value to help in any way possible,” Nev said as he brought up front a small leather bag filled with money. It was...sort of bulging, too.

The man’ss eyebrows rose slightly in curiosity and looked at the bag before it was brought down. “Great, that will be helpful if we ever run low in any supplies we might need. I would just steer clear of the merchants here; they’ll rip you off.” the man said with a frustrated sigh and shook his head in shame.

“Yes, yes, and one last thing to speak about: You shant speak to anyone else about this job, other than myself. I rather like my privacy.” Nev said as he let out a small sigh. “Any more questions you would like to ask?” he asked, moving back in his chair and scraping the legs on the floor.

“Yes, actually. Why exactly not to speak of anyone of this job?” the man asked, he was rather curious of this because this was one of the rare times that a person asked him such a request. “Well, like I said, I’m rather fond of my privacy. Besides, wouldn’t want another mercenary such as yourself to horn in, would you?” he said with a slight shrug.

The man thought about this for a while. “Alright I’ll do it. When are we heading out?” the man asked, getting up from his seat.

“Tomorrow, when the sun is barely rising from the horizon. I take it you are fine with this?” Nevereradnar responded, looking up at the man. “Oh yeah, should be no problem, really,” the man said with a slight nod, despite the fact that he really wakes up mid-morning.

Nevereradnar nodded. “Oh, right. Meet me at the Northern end of Tiburon-Diente at that time.” he said, grabbing ahold of his book and standing upward, he was slightly more taller than the man.

“Right. I’ll be there!” the man said confidently and smiling brightly. “Sure, and before I forget; What is your name, sir?” Nev responded with a question and looking strangely curious.

“There are those who call me Twin.” the man said simply as he began walking out of the bar and turning his back to Nev.

Nevereradnar couldn’t help but feel that this was going to be a long trip.

[Serephix Vamlyn]

The door to the tavern opened, heavy boots hitting the ground the door closed quickly behind the tall man. Serephix looked around the bar, his blade's eye on the chest strap flicking to every face, just as Serephix' eyes were. He glanced at the man who radiaded with magic energy and smirked softly. He stepped slowl to the bar tender, speaking loud enough for the people nearby to hear.

"I am looking for a man." "Set up a bounty." The barkeep repiled. "I need to know if you've seen a man at my height, with blond sliver hair and a sword strapped to his back, it was made of magical crystals. Have you seen a man like this?" "And why should I tell you?" Serephix gritted his teeth, his hand from his side flying in a blur and grabbing the man by the throat dragging the man from behind the counter and tossing him across the bar into the wall. In a blure Serephix was at the wall his hand on the man's throat again lifting him from his feet. "Now, you should tell me because if you don't my blade will ask for me." The eye on the blade strapped focused on the hanging man, the eye on the blade watching for any attackers, making a sneak attack impossible. The man choked looking down at Serephix in horror and panic. He grinned and squeezed the man's throat, the bar keep yelped and kicked his legs wildly. "Now, I'll ask again, have you seen a man with sliver blonde hair and a blade made of magic crystal?" "N...N..No...Please, I swear, I haven't, please, let me go." Serephix grinned and squeezed harder, "Hmm...Perhpas you're lying." He dug his fingers into the man's throat. "No, I..I'm not, please...please, let me go...somebody help me!" He screamed as loud as he could, his voice raspey and panicked. Serephix just grinned more, turning his head to the bar, "So, whoever want's to help this man take a step forward and we'll see if you take another."

[Chachoregard]

Nevereradnar only glanced slightly to the strange man that was holding on to the bartender and only let out a sigh as he grabbed hold of his possessions, the chain going clink as it connected to the book's spine. There was only a few maxims that he followed and thought to be as true as the day: That everyone lies, no matter how honest a person may seem, and that everyone was evil in the most primitive sense of evil, and he was seeing one of them play out in front of him. Sure, he could make up some elaborate lie to make the strange man disappear from the tavern, but there was a risk his lie could be exposed. In fact, he rather not get in the affairs of any men, for he considered to not meddle in the affairs of others.

But this was a different case for him. A man's life was hanging in the balance, and he could very well die if nobody stepped up. He hated doing this and let out an exasperated sigh. "Nobody who you speak of has entered here," he simply said as he glanced at the man's sword and the man itself and started to head out of the tavern, clutching on to his book around his left arm.

[Kaidona]

A sharp clack sounded on the floor, soon followed by the low screech of chair legs scraping against aged wooden planks. Dry ire spilled outward from a table towards the middle of the tavern, touched along its very underside with a peculiar, perhaps otherworldly allure, and a slender form, a woman, stood, directing ill amused gaze towards the disruptive man and his quarry across the room. Dark platinum, majestic in its own right, leveled first a stern, eerily lupine glare on the infernal eye gawking out of the sword on the man’s back.

It did pose a minor issue when stealth was concerned, didn’t it? But not that much of one. Had one of truly preternatural intent been in a mood to play and toy, the eye was an easy obstacle to get around—however, mischievous though the character of the woman’s own eyes may have been just moments before, she was entirely not in the mood.

A thin hand, bearing softness and pallor to rival that of a porcelain doll, snatched the indigo-tainted end of an obsidian braid and flung it over her shoulder, sending it tumbling to the small of her back. Those eyes darted to the back of the sword’s carrier’s head. The vexed presence, which greedily embraced the room in its clutches, soured a moment, before composing, then becoming frigid, steely, aged and pointedly imposing. Then a voluptuous sound, somehow untainted by the harsh savagery of tone it carried, drifted outward in rigid demand.

“Put. Him. Down.” It was simple, easily traced back to a pale creature clad in a snug-fitting dress of deep moss green and dark gold embroidery. Her face carried the same soured amusement as did her voice, and only for a moment did her gaze dart towards Nevereradnar on his way out the door. Aside from those peculiarly lupine eyes, she appeared entirely human, yet somehow her words carried immense weight—and unmistakable power. Youthful features held their stern rebuke fast; a sharp clack sounded once more across the floor as her frame swerved around her table.

“This gross display of ignorance to something so simple as common knowledge, let alone etiquette, disgusts me and embitters my appetite. I will say this but one more time to a sorry cretin such as yourself. Put. Him. Down,” obsidian-littered features twisted contemptuously, pale lips curling back to bare clenched—subtly, yet wickedly edged—teeth. “The straining of the diseased makes me very cranky.”

[Serephix Vamlyn]

Serephix looked back at the female and grinned widely, the blade's eye focusing on her. "And just when I was starting to grow bored. Perhaps you know where my brother is. Mind if I ask?" Serephix dropped the man, as he hit the floor he clutched his throat panicked, breathing heavily, his chest rising and lowering quickly. Serephix turned his body to the female, grinning widely. He reached to a table and picked a coin from it, he moved his fingers around, the coin dancing along his knuckles, dancing between his pinky and ring fingers to dance back to between his index and thumb, only to dance back. "All I am doing is looking for my poor lost brother, personally I think killing him is not necessary. I was just having a little fun, it's been a long time since anyone stood up to me. This should be the most fun I've had in centuries. Now, I shall ask nicely, have you seen a man with silver blonde hair carrying a blade made of magical crystal?" Serephix' hand rested on the hilt of his blade, the eye on the strand on his chest peered into the female's eyes.

[Cosmos]

What a run-down, horrid place this was. He always hated the ones with poor upkeep and a droll atmosphere. He'd seen places without electricity that he enjoyed being at more than this, but, he had felt the need to drink while out and about under the city lights, and this was the first place he saw. The drinks weren't exactly the best, and he didn't dare try the food, but at the very least, he was offered a shot of real blood without much prejudice. Despite the few glasses strewn in front of him, he wasn't the slightest bit drunk. Maybe that was a good thing, but a bit of intoxication would have probably helped him make more sense of the conversation he found himself listening in on.

The lycanthrope put his head down on the table in front of him, strands of obsidian doing a good job at concealing his eyes. A scowl crossed his currently lupine features, as something about the client's story just didn't sit right with him. There were, of course, some missing details that would have made things clearer to him, but the more he heard, the more unsettled he became. He had never seen this man before, and he himself was deeply entangled in Tiburon's underground web, so how exactly, the lupine thought, was he supposed to make anyone an "upper echelon"? Not to mention Photios, the capital of Levis, was just across the sea. It took less than a day to get there. Sure, it might take them a while to get to the islands without getting on a commercial ferry, but generally... And why would they meet in the northern part of the city? They'd just have to wade through traffic to get to the port. The lupine sank into himself even further. Maybe he really was drunk, or perhaps just a little bit discontent about the fact that it wasn't him who had a job. It seemed suspicious, but he was probably just looking for ways to debunk the poor men. He decided not to acknowledge he was even listening, at their own request, but he needed to get to the bottom of it, and he decided to track these men until they left.

Then, his ears stuck straight up, and instantly his posture straightened and his gaze snapped behind him. Now, he wasn't exactly an upholder of truth and justice, and happened to be a very finely-tuned killing machine, but even he had an aversion to violence for violence's sake. The sneer that came across his face was evidence enough. He always hated these shady places, and if they weren't the only places he could get a literal Bloody Mary he would have stopped going to them a long, long time ago just to avoid senseless bullshit like this. He turned his head back forward to lift himself out of his seat, but when he turned back around to face the ordeal, the woman had already begun tending to it. Still, he did not for a second stop showing his teeth, especially the pointed sabers he had for canines. He was ready to jump in were things to escalate.

For now, though, all he could do was watch. He wanted to first observe how this would unfold, as the girl especially gave him an odd feeling with nothing but her presence.

[Chachoregard]

Nevereradnar sighed as he walked out of the tavern and let out a long sigh as he looked upward to the darkening night sky. He was aware that there were people that were watching him and the man known as Twinrevanoe, but he didn't mind. Tavern patrons always had somewhat of a mind to watch other people, even if it wasn't their business. He sighed, as he fumbled around in one his pockets, the chain unlocking itself from the book spine, and pulled what seemed to be a small, almost rectangular pouch. A very slight smirk appeared in his face as he opened the pouch and inside was a small bundle of cigarettes inside of it. It was well known for him, that when he needed a moment to think or needed to calm down a little, he would always reach for a cigarette and light it up. It was then that he took one of them and took a long smell of it, sighing in what seemed to be almost pure joy and lighted his cigarette and took a puff.


He sighed deeply, the smoke billowing from his nostrils and then eventually, his mouth. The smell fro the cigarette was not acrid like some, but it had sort of a smooth flavor to it. He liked the way it tasted to him, it reminded him of back home. People always told him that smoking would eventually lead to his death, but he didn't care. He liked how it tasted and how it calmed his nerves, to him, everything blurred and only the sound of his breathing he could hear.

[Kaidona]

Dark metallic gaze remained unfazed; in fact, it squinted, burning with deeply ingrained scorn. That idiotic grin on the man’s face failed to improve the woman’s spirits, but if the ancient she had learned her second life from had made certain to teach her anything, it was that breaking composure became the first steps towards tactile failure. The elegance rooted deep into her very core would not have it. Shaking scattered bangs from her eyes with a haughty flick of her head, she tipped her chin skyward, meeting Serephix’ query with an air of extreme superciliousness.

“Boredom can be dealt with in much less savage ways, I will have you know, first off,” the dark haired woman began, stomping a heel loudly to the floor. The ruffed hem of her dress ostensibly shuddered with the tremulous roiling of her edged and biting presence. “Secondly, I have seen nothing of the sort, and I don’t think I’d be inclined to tell you even if I did. Judging purely by what behavioral patterns you’ve shown us already, your ‘poor lost brother’ I surmise is better off that way.” Slender arms folded across a somewhat generous bust, those sharp lupine eyes narrowed again.

“I should also add that your description is deplorably vague. Platinum blondes are common, as are ‘magical’ crystalline blades. They’re actually quite rampant through these lands, but lucky for you not every platinum blonde schmuck is going to carry one,” the young-looking lass added in swift afterthought, shifting to circumnavigate another table, before striding slowly across the floor. Her motions were slow, calculated, not unlike those of a predator considering its game, however her path seemed to be slowly piloting her towards the door.

…Was she slinking? No… As she broke the range of the tables, she came to a halt, and not once did her eyes stray for the mundane gateway that lead to the outdoors. “Seeing as he clearly isn’t here, I think it would be in your best interest to leave this place.”

[Serephix Vamlyn]

Serephix chuckled softly. "Savage? I am doing nothing savage. And as for my brother let me put it this way girl, he has something I need, and you'll know him when you see him, the earth dies where he walks. Now, no one wants that, I'm the good guy here, I just want to stop my little brother from hurting someone, or worse, himself. Indeed, he is not here, which does not surprise me in the least, nor do you. In every bar there is someone who declares themselves a peacekeeper, and this just happens to be you. The man behind me is alive because I chose to let him live. If i so chose I would drive my blade into his heart and absorb his soul. I have no intention of killing anyone tonight. Though my plans can quickly change. It's a shame you won't aid me in my search, someone like you could be invaluable." Serephi grinned again and stopped in front of the door. He placed his hand on the door and opened it stepping aside while holding the door open. "Well, you want to leave, let us leave and head out into the night. It is much more enjoyable out there, in the night air, the moon above us." Serephix' hand released his blade hilt and looked deeply at the female.

[Cosmos]

Red-orange eyes, burning with lifelessness, were diverted from the scene before him for a few seconds as he watched Nevereradnar exit. He was going to keep an eye on this man, but it seems he'd just stepped outside, so the lupine's focus shifted to the exchange happening in front of him. He was standing, and braced, yet neither of them seemed to notice or particularly care that he was there. Perhaps it was a good thing, as this simply was not a good time for him to be jumping into things, but the lunar calendar caused him to seethe inwardly at anything he disapproved of in the slightest.

He was starting to like this woman, though her aura was an unnerving kind of strange. She had a very refreshing bit of common sense for somebody who had come to a place like this. Perhaps he'd investigate her, too, though she didn't strike him as the kind of female he could easily chase. Or that anybody could, for that matter. He didn't particularly care about the man's quest, and hadn't seen any platinum-haired crystal-wielders as of late, but for some reason most of his words fueled the lycanthrope's already sour mood. He let out a low, quiet growl as Serephix spoke. It seemed to him that he was trying to allure her, and though her voice was indeed quite alluring, something about her told him that trying to be any sort of attractive would just backfire horribly.

"Don't try your luck, boy," came a dark voice from near the back of the bar. It had been barked out through an impressive set of predator's teeth that he didn't necessarily want to use any time soon, but certainly wasn't afraid of doing so.

[Chachoregard]

Nevereradnar sighed as he finished his cigarette and sat close by the entrance of the tavern and looked down. His clothing was so soaked with the smell of his cigarette, that hthe smell itself wavered in a couple of inches away from him. He wasn't tired at all, nor did he really feel nervous at all. His constant studying of the magical arts when he was younger made him have a serious and acute Insomnia. He would often not sleep for days, and when he did, he would only sleep for what seemed to be less than an hour, and after that time, his eyes would be wide open.

He could still hear bits and pieces of the conversation that was happening inside the tavern, but he didn't mind. He wondered a little if all those people, especially the woman, noticed the conversation between him and Twinrevanoe the mercenary, but he didn't mind. He thought that all people are naturally curious. It was that then that he left his mind to ponder over some old scriptures he once read of as a child and closed his eyes and let out a deep exhale. He was rather fond of losing himself within his mind.

[Kaidona]

Amusement began to burble out of the deep. Did this man even hear what he was saying? How could he even begin to deny his uncivilized behavior when, unprovoked, he threw a man into the far wall?! It was incredible! The laugh that threatened to escape the woman’s throat, however, was just as quickly strangled when ‘girl’ came dribbling thoughtlessly out of Serephix’ jaws. The very tavern itself seemed to bristle with livid, festering rage. The porcelain creature stiffened.

Her own jaw set firmly, and her face remained carefully bland, but her eyes betrayed a seething energy behind them, and a dull, sickly grinding sloshed into the background atmosphere. Her face, her appearance, made no change, though as she continued to listen to this barbaric man-creature, she couldn’t help but dismiss him as entirely absurd. The flashing of that asinine grin incensed the room tenfold, but the sensation was nothing compared to what came of his invitation.

For a startling, bleak moment, the tavern’s presence dropped—and then in an instant, nearly the entire room’s occupants felt as though they had been slapped in the face with the side of a wet herring. The dark-haired woman, shuddering subtly, jerked abruptly backward a pace, her heel digging sharply into the floorboards, while her face barely belied the effort it took her to keep from knotting it in animalistic alarm. She failed, however, to contain her jarred huff, and upon arriving at such a realization—with additional coaxing from the heckling of a spectator, though whether she ever admitted it was well up to question—allowed herself to bear the countenance of a properly affronted beast. Her auric presence throbbed with disgust.

“You misunderstand me,” she began slowly, that grinding fluctuating awkwardly, “I said ‘you should leave,’ which is not a subtlety for ‘let us walk together’. I would have you get out of my presence on the interest that I still carry some intention to eat after your crass belligerence, and you may want to assume that as peacekeeping, but I can assure you that it isn’t. I am merely protecting my appetite, which you,” thin hands tightened into fists, “are severely diminishing at this precise moment.” The woman’s voice quickly hardened. “I will have you out of my sight, and out of this establishment, where you have clearly worn out your welcome by attacking the acting proprietor, and you will do it before this place becomes akin to phantasmagoria,” she snarled through her teeth, her tone a vicious threat, her stance fiercely rigid.

“And save your posturing; your soullessness will not save you.”

[Serephix Vamlyn]

Serephix looked at the woman and genuinly smilied. He raised his blade and hung it at his back, a strand of flesh growing from the blade around his chest and attachign the blade once again, he released the blade in it's self made sheath. The blade's eye facing Serephix' back closed and a new eye opened in the center of the strand. He took two steps forward the door closing behind him. He continues walking forward stopping several paces from the woman. He flashed his pointed teeth in a wide grin. "I like you. Lot's of fight in you, lot's of spunk. Hmm...It's a shame you have taken such a dislike to me. At least I, unlike my little brother can show emotion. I have other plans I must attend to, but, I'll keep my eye on you." As he said that the eye on the strand looked directly into her eyes it widened, inside her head hearing the words "I'll be watching you." In a rasped deep voice.

"If you do come across my brother, and, you most likely will, tell him big brother Serephix is looking for him. He's looking for me as much as I am looking for him. But let me remind you, I may be souless, but my brother is souless and heartless, he can't show much emotion, and he has something I need." He turned his head picking out the heckling spectator, "Whatever you thought my plan was, I have no intrest in this woman other then her power, he soul is strong, her abilities intrest me, that's all." He turned his head and looked back to the woman. "See you around." He flashed his grin again then turned quickly walking out he opened the door slowly then stopped. "Oh, I almost forgot." He spoke, he leaned down and planced his hand on the barkeeps neck, who was still lying on the floor trying to recover, a burning smell filled the air and Serephix stood then left. Closing the door softly behind him. The barkeep didn't seemed to notice his new tattoo. A mark burned into his flesh indenting it was an eye, the same eye that was on the blade, only not alive.

Serephix stepped onto the steps of the bar, looking at the mage he smiled once again. "Greetings."

[Chachoregard]

The voice of the man that was standing nearby was muffled to him. All he could hear was his own breathing, and the man that was standing near him. Then again, he considered it a bit rude to not talk to someone who has greeted you. he hated doing that, in a sense and was not always happy with it.

He only sighed as he opened his eyes and looked at the man with a look of disdain, "I have no prior knowledge of your sibling ever being in that tavern, or anywhere, for that matter." he simply said as he turned his head slightly and fixed the massive hair bang that covered half of his face, revealing, if only for a moment, his damaged eye. It was odd to look at it, really. Despite it being slightly bloodshot, the pupil itself was nothing more than a light Grey, while the iris remained to be the same bright red as his working eye. Those were squeamish immediately looked away as to how it looked.

"Nor I am in any way looking for a fight whatsoever, despite you being ridiculed by the woman inside the tavern." he added, remembering the muffled conversation that happened inside.

[Cosmos]

Not once did his glare waver, not for a second did the basal, primal rage that thrashed within him fade. He looked at Serephix like a hunter would look at his prey. Truly, the man's actions hadn't made him that angry, but instinct would soon rule him, and he began his usual behavior of gauging the potential of other humanoids when it came to giving him sustenance. He did not butt in to the conversation again, but a low, quiet growl escaped from the depths of his throat for the majority of it. As the man's eyes turned on him, his aggressive nature became clear with a louder growl and a more impressive baring of his teeth, though he did not take any physical action.

He couldn't help but snap his jaws in the direction of Serephix as soon as the door closed, pointed enamel clacking together with bone crushing force. The lycanthrope accompanied his beastly scoffing with a loud snort, then looked in the direction of the woman. Unfortunately, looking was the only thing he could think of doing, and because she intrigued him so, a look turned into an extension of his hunter's stare. Being solitary for so long didn't do much good for his body language skills.

She did, however, catch a lot of his interest. The sheer amount of feeling he picked up just from her being there was almost distracting. He wanted to investigate, and not in the way he usually investigated females. For now, though, all he could do was give her physical body an examination with his eyes, and tilt his head only the slightest in his curiosity.

[Kaidona]

Soft features twisted into a tight, feral grimace at the rasp trespassing the woman’s thoughts; her own mind hissed a sharp Spare me, in swift, reflexive retort, the dark pinpricks of her piercing eyes fluctuating as they vindictively fixated on Serephix’ face. She watched him warily, unmoving, breathless, hackles rising as he once more advanced towards the tender. An air of warning gripped the establishment, quickly growing new talons of ire as the smell of burning flesh arose into the atmosphere. Those wolven orbs followed the walking void rise and make for the door, and for a moment the vexed hooks squeezed into the room, before diminishing slightly.

The woman’s skin crawled, threatened to boil, daunted her with the promise of splitting into wide, odious fissures, of lurching into wicked spires, of freeing the parasites writhing so fervently beneath. A forcible shudder ripped down her spine at the mere notion of ticks, leeches, and spiders pouring out of fault lines torn in her flesh. Half of the room shuddered with her. Scrunching her nose, she shook her head, pushing the thought aside, and whirled about to the room at large, raising her arms to clap loudly.

“Alright everyone, finish up!” she barked, letting an authoritative presence override the abrupt disturbance. “The bar’s closed! Get your last plates and drinks down and head out!”

“Oi!” a somewhat discontented fellow towards the front began to interject, “What about last call?”

“Sorry, no last call. I don’t do orders,” the slender woman replied matter-of-factly, planting a hand to her cocking hip.

A low din of muttering and protesting rippled out among the other patrons. Surely she jested! What was this no last call business? What a ridiculous idea. Outrage, it was. Positively outrageous! What happened to making do?

“So, like, what happened to making do? I want a last call.”

Bits of indigo-tainted black fell into the woman’s face, the finer details of which fell utterly flat. “Listen to yourself for a moment, will you? I think all of you need to make do, or better yet, go somewhere else. In view of unforeseen complications, the bar’s being closed, impromptu, and you’re just going to have to make do.” Her hips cocked the other way, those eyes narrowing into a menacing glare for some measure. “You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here. If you don’t like it, you can deal with the Kissaragon at the door.”

More griping swept outward, but it was at the very least quieter, however more likely than not due entirely to confusion over what in the infinite hells a Kissaragon was. One adventurous fellow felt brave enough to rise to the inquisition. “Uh… What’s a Kissaragon?”

“Nasty thing; big animal, about up to your hip, all muscle, very dark red in color, looks like a splice between a serpent and a panther. Its jaws have the power to crush a person’s skull with minimal effort, and it could strangle you with its tail. Its claws are, of course, retractable, very sharp, and though it has paws, they’re elongated and it knows how to use them like hands. It has spine ridges and is always hungry.” Heel-adorned feet slid across the floor, wheeling about to turn the young-looking woman for the door, where she paused. “Oh, and the one I’m speaking of specifically is barely adolescent. They get much bigger.”

With that, she redirected her path towards the counter, picking lightly across the hardwood, where she came to a stop near the tender. For a moment she leaned down towards him, however stopped abruptly short, rising once more to address the room at large. “The lot of you have five minutes before I start getting obnoxious and kicking people out. Am I clear on this?”

[Serephix Vamlyn]

Serephi grinned, "I wasn't going to fight you, there would be no point. Besides, the both of us have more important things to do with our time then stand here and fight in the street. I have things I must attend to." Serephix walked past him and turned, his hands acrhed and red energy flowed through Serephix' hands, his hands growing into large claws, he crouched and leaped toward the bar, landing halfway up the building he dug his claws into the building's side, and began climbing upward. He reached the roof with minimal effort, looking around the roof tops, some taller that he couldn't see and others low but nothing much of intrest. the red energy left his hands and returned to his blade. He propped his back agains the small ledge of the roof and closed his eyes as he pulled his blade form his back to get more comfortable. He sighed softly chuckling from the recent occurances. He waited for things to die down, his fun wasn't over yet.

[Chachoregard]

He paid no attention as the man left him, even without announcing that he was leaving. Such rudeness he did not like, especially when it came to people just attacking people at random. He wanted the night to end, and to the day to start again. Even though he had a certain "liking" to the town, he wasn't completely sold on it's "homely" characteristics. He groaned slightly as he stood up and shook the dust and small particles off his clothing and let out a yawn of what seemed to be boredom. He wondered what to do in the increasing night, excluding the chances of being mugged by some small-time punk desperate for some cash. He wondered if there was a library nearby, some place where he could hole out in the night, but seeing as how most businesses were closed for the night, he doubt that a library could be open at this time of the night.

Maybe he could just stay at the impromptu inn for the night and wait there, but the trip there was farther away from the Northern Entrance, and it would mean pushing through the increasing people through the streets in the morning, and run the risk of appearing after the mercenary.

Or maybe he could....Oh, what was the point, he thought. If there wasn't anything entertaining to do at this time of night, he would have to make his own damn entertainment.

But the only entertainment he knew of is reading odd and unsettling scriptures in a library. Which were closed at the moment.

He groaned in disgust as he felt a blossoming headache make itself known in the front of his head. It wasn't so much that he was sabotaging himself, but he felt that the city was sabotaging his means of entertainment. He let himself drop into the pavement, groaning slightly in pain as his bottom met the recursive force of cement and muttering, "I didn't even get to finish my drink..."

[Cosmos]

Obviously the woman didn't possess such power in, for instance, the legal sense, but the lycanthrope could agree that perhaps it'd do the place some good to shut down for a few hours before the night rush. The bartender looked like he could use some treatment, and there wasn't all that impressive of a backup staff to speak of. Boots clomping the floor rather heavily for such a smooth walk, the tall lupine walked over and helped the poor man up, figuring he should at least do one nice thing every once in a while. He did, however, manage to offset any dignified valiance he'd acquired by making his way behind counter and rather unceremoniously picking out an entire bottle of the bar's finest wine for himself. At least he replaced it with an approximation, or perhaps and overestimation, of the spirit's value.

He carried himself with an aura of aloofness, casually going about his business as the protest of patrons took place. He didn't plan on leaving, and maybe he'd catch this peculiar woman's attention with his rebellion. Alcohol in tow, he sat himself back down at his table. He didn't think there was something outside, at least, he didn't feel it, but whatever it was radiating off this creature was enough to jam his sensors. Part of him wanted to figure out why, but another part of him said he'd be better off if he just didn't know. Either way, he'd figure something out tonight whether he wanted to or not. He took the occasional swig of his wine as he patiently waited for all the others to clear out, and began to think of what he would even say to her if she decided to call him out.

[Kaidona]

Soon shuddering out of the cover of the night, a deep growl balefully greeted Serephix on the rooftop, its tone mostly pantherine, yet carrying sinister whispers of a more reptilian rumble. Piercing eyes, shot with the colors of fire, burned in a luminescent, flat glare at the man as a dark, slender form prowled out of the shadows.

“Slyngelstater!” a light baritone hissed, cutting the beast’s threat short. A thin form, clad entirely in black, stood at the far end of the roof, hunched and twisted, where long, feathered wings glistened in the moonlight. Platinum gold eyes flashed in the darkness as a dire warning snarled quietly through clenched teeth. From whence the man had come was somewhat of a mystery—he hadn’t been there just a second ago—in fact, if one hadn’t known better, they could have thought he had crawled straight out of the very shadows themselves.

The sizable animal he was snapping at stood fast for a moment, stubbornly retaining its glare, before, finally, reluctantly, it turned away and slunk towards him. Whirling spine-ridged, whip-like tail about in discontent, it snaked its peculiarly elongated body up to meet the winged man at his flank, where it raised attention to stare at him. Within the moment, nonchalantly, it lifted a solidly toned arm, and then shoved him unceremoniously off the roof.

The winged fellow went down considerably easy; his stance was not very well suited to counter-balancing any manner of force from behind whatsoever. Though he did not go down loudly, he didn’t go silently, either. In fact, there was a distinctly bewildered grunt that graced the night before the sound of feathers ripping through the air—accompanied, of course, by black wings flailing open—immediately followed thereafter.

The animal he associated himself with lingered long enough to watch, the rhythm of its tail slowing to that of amused satisfaction, before it bounded down the side of the building to join him.

Then came the telltale THWUMP much too long later. “FUCK,” a man cried out an instant later. A low, crooning purr wafted from the street in reply, which then inspired a rather cranky, “Shut up.” The satisfied purr spitefully increased in volume. That manner of noise, however, quickly died, and was soon replaced with the awkward shuffling that was best associated with one’s limping.

Within moments this shuffling made its way around the side of the building, and, indeed favoring a leg somewhat awkwardly, the winged individual formerly on the roof gradually hobbled his way towards the door of the bar. Emerging into the light above the door, it cast a sickly yellow pall on his already ghastly pale features. It turned the crimson markings beneath his eyes orange. Regarding Nevereradnar a moment, he instinctively glared at the monstrous animal beside him as it nudged at the robed fellow with a broad, ridged nose.

“Oi,” an enchanter’s baritone hailed, “what’re you doing sitting on probably the grossest piece of ground in a ten-yard radius?”

Inside the aforementioned bar, the wolf-eyed woman went about pacing around the front of the establishment, arms crossed, features genuinely disgruntled. People were talking, and she could hear it. She also continued to become more and more famished with the passage of time, and with the resolution of that problem, there was no longer a challenge to her ever-tenacious appetite. In short, she was bloody hungry, and it put her in a bad mood.

She had caught the bottle of wine the lycanthrope made off with; the glare that followed him back across the room could have singed the hair off the necks of seasoned dragon warriors. Of course, when childish cat-calling came of it, the focus of her scorn very swiftly changed course. It was right then that she decided, again, that a large majority of drunken people were much more obnoxious than they were worth. Metallic-shaded eyes intently watched the time just as much as they did the few patrons that got up and slipped out on their own.

The less people she had to chase out, the better. As appealing as it may have been to go around hitting the stragglers, such was not the way of the noble and sophisticated. Generally, she was well above that.

[Serephix Vamlyn]

Serephix felt both of their energies, and smiled when he heard the winged one hit the ground cursing aloud. He looked up into the sky and his smile faded, his brother needed to be found soon. His brother was unknowingly more dangerous then even his brother knew. His blade wasn't natural, seeling his heart and soul to follow him, it was flattering in a way, but in another only showed his brothers determination. Serephix had killed the only woman he ever cared for, his borther also loved her. And when Serephix killed her, he ventured into the abyss to become immortal and search for a way to become more powerful. His brother, Aumnius was enraged at his love's death and ventured off to find Serephix. But to do so he too would need to become immortal, giving his soul to an angel to become immortal he also sold his heart to a shaman to recieve a crystaline blade. Serephix still had his heart, he had smiply asked a favor of the bone guardian Aricath. He had created the Blood of Damnation himself, and therefore it was stronger then his brother's blade coul ever be. Aumnius wanted to kill Serephix, that much he knew, and planned to stop, he wouldn't be killed by his little brother, not yet.

(OOC: Introducing a new character just so nobody gets confused)

Leo walked down the strees of the city, he was looking to take a load off after a long day of traveling. His mane that flowed behind him wasn't overly large and poofy but of adequete size. He made sure to keep it trmmed but not to small in risk of being pegged as a cub. He pushed past the people pouring into the street, gently moving his way through the crowd. It wasn't this crowded several minutes ago, he thought to himself as he came upon a pub. Hmm, he thought, looks interesting. He saw two men in front of the pub, one with large wings and the other in robes, he approached slowly not wanting to inturrupt. "Excuse me gentlemen, do either of you know is this place is open now?" He asked hopefully, he hadn't gotten into a fight in a while and since he was tired he didn't want that to change.

[Chachoregard]

Nevereradnar only looked at the strange creature that was standing close to him and blinked rather curiously. Either the cigarettes had a little too much oomph again, or this was real. He stammered for a moment, but regained his composure and cleared his throat and looking down slightly. "Tavern's closed due to some moron wanting a fight with everyone, so it's being closed right now." he said simply and looking over to the second person he saw. It was odd, well for him, to see such a strange combination of people walking over to where he was. Maybe old, run-downs seedy taverns always brought out the really odd ones out, he thought.

"You wouldn't like it, anyways. The ale in there is bloody damn terrible, anyways," he said, with a slight smirk on his face. It was odd for him to curse like that, the cigarette's always loosened him up a lot. He then took a look at both of the new people that were sort of congregrated around him, "You two won't happen to know the time, would ya?" he asked a bit curiously.

[Cosmos]

On occasion the woman's glance would be returned to her, but the smoldering red-orange of the lycanthrope reflected his inner apathy quite clearly. Preferably, he would have liked to be alone with her to say whatever it was he was thinking about saying. His mind, at this point, was also mulling over a few instances where he and a female were in isolation. It was probably the alcohol, but he began to re-evaluate the initial gauge of what exactly his chances with this woman were. Her voice was alluring, and a small, but horrible, part of him was curious to see what that voice was like when it made some rather questionable sounds.

For now, however, he had to wait for the place to clear, and apparently this would take longer than he wanted it to. Though some of the customers had left, his clearing senses confirmed that there was indeed something else there. He couldn't tell how many of them there were, quite yet, but he knew there was at least two other creatures in the vicinity of the door due to the sheer amount of noise they made. He couldn't tell if the muffled voice he'd heard through the door was one of them, but it frustrated him all the same. Anything else that entered this bar was liable to be chased out by whoever got to them first.

The large lupine slumped over his table with no intention of moving any time soon, and a good portion of his bottle already gone. It wasn't the best, nor was it the worst, and for all he knew it could have been the best quality alcohol this place had to offer. The commotion outside caused a grumpy scowl to accompany his looking around, but he nevertheless still opted to stay where he was, and keep his mouth shut, until the inevitability of being provoked otherwise.

[Kaidona]

Limp bits of raven black fell into the winged man’s face, pale golds sliding over to meet the lion nearby, while booted feet shuffled to discreetly sidestep away from him. Crimson-dipped feathers ruffled slightly, those eyes soon drifting down to the deep red beast down by his hip, where they abruptly sharpened, a wordless warning behind them at the mage-ward direction its nose was taking. His mouth opened in the meantime, letting Nevereradnar speak, of course, and as if on cue, a piercing shout ripped out of the bar.

“ALRIGHT, EVERYONE CLEAR OUT!” it roared, “OUT OUT OUT OUT! LEST I TURN YOUR NIGHTMARES INTO A WALTZ THROUGH CANDY MOUNTAIN!!”

The aura that gripped the walls could only be best described as maddening and ravenous. It was frigid, vindictive, yet searing and weighted with enough antipathy to trample even the tenacious dreams carried by ambitious children. Most of the straggling patrons still remaining took to the floor and shuffled out, if not for the shouting, then to escape the empathic assault suddenly pounding at the inner walls of their minds. What few couldn’t walk were helpfully dragged out by companions or strangers, until eventually all that remained were the pale woman in the dark green dress, the lycanthrope, and the unfortunate barkeep slumped behind the counter.

Glaring intensely at the door, the obsidian-haired woman let her presence gradually ease off into something much more neutral—it wouldn’t do to drive the poor schmuck running the place mad, now would it? Chancing a glance over her shoulder, she regarded the fellow a moment, before looking across the room at the last table as yet still occupied. Her expression immediately flattened, while heeled feet fluidly clacked across the floor to bring her to the opposite end of the table in question. “‘Everyone’ means you too, Fangs McGuff,” she drawled acridly, leaning forward on her hands.

Without a moment to let the man answer, a snarl, a muffled, yet sickening crunch, and a swift, distressed cry came ripping inside from just beyond the doorway. A very fervent “AOUW—HELL DAMN IT, GRUMPY PANTS STOP BREAKING MY FEMUR, YOU GIANT—FUCK FUCK FUCK SHIT QUIT SHREDDING THE FLOATY-BITS. QUIT SHREDDING THE FLOATY-BITS!!” rattled the walls immediately thereafter, and the strain on the woman’s face belied the tremendous effort she was making to remain focused on the current issue at hand.

The things leading up to it, one could say, were inevitable. In the midst of trying to answer Nevereradnar and dodge everyone clearing out of the bar, the winged man hadn’t the chance to stop the beast he kept beside him, who thought it absolutely necessary to nudge the robed fellow again. “I’d say about… half—” is roughly as far as he got. In a frustrated disciplinary tactic, the gothic-looking entity shoved his monstrosity with a leg and growled admonishingly, which inspired said monstrosity to turn and snap its obviously carnivorous jaws around his thigh, thus squeezing the first cry from his lungs.

Much yelling and forceful slapping of the animal’s head ensued, at which point it decided that crushing its master’s femur wasn’t satisfying enough, and went instead for a wing that he had previously employed to counterbalance its immense weight. If one were to infer by the way the man was shouting, this was not an uncommon occurrence by any means; in fact, it sounded like it happened on a day-to-day basis.

[Serephix Vamlyn]

Leo smiled, "This sounds lke my knid of place." He spoke calmy in reply to the woman's shouts. Suddenly when the beast latched on to it's keeper Leo leaped back at the sounds, his claws extending in caution. When he saw that the beast posed no threat to him his claws quickly retracted. He turned to the mage sitting on the step, "I'm not here for the ale, I'm here simply for the company. It's been a while since I've hung out anywhere and here seemed like my kind of place." He walked over to the mage, "May I sit here as well?" He asked calmly.

On the toof of the building Serephix stood, the time was coming. He grinned and reattached the Blood of Damnation to his back. Tonight would be a night to remember. Serephix extended his arm, dark energy flowing from his blade along his arm powerful runes began to etch themselves within the back of his hand, on the roof around him the same runes were etching just above the roof's surface, the runs made of crimson light. Serephix began to chant an ancient incantation, the light from the rune's illuminating the entire roof. Black tendrils began growing from the roof, rising up around him. "With this you and I can become one." His blade spoke to his mind. "And this will allow me to absorb what I need to?" He spoke softly. "Yes, not even the Tear will be able to stop you." Serephix liked the sound of this. "Then let us continue." Serephix began chanting again, he could feel the blade's energy growing, he tore the blade from his back and drove it into the center of the rune. The blade slowly began to unravel it's eyes closing as the tendirls began to slowly wapr themselves around Serephix. He began chanting again this time faster as the runes shined brighter.