Myx glanced towards Jenica, but moved inside quickly. Things had happened too fast for him to react and so he didn't. Inside he found that even at this odd hour, most like past midnight, a few customers still harbored their drinks. The tavern housed maybe fifty when full, of which about fifteen were occupied. Of course Thar being the place that it is, only the most ardent drinkers held out till the very early night. A sort of a side effect of Thar Shaddin being a place of militaristic discipline was that most of the true late night goers were either the quiet, mostly law-abiding types or from out-of-town.
Only two such out-of-towners sat at a corner table, but they seemed the harmless sort, perhaps far-travelling merchants on their way to a better populated city perhaps belonging to a kingdom that imposed on them their taxes. Myx spent a short time looking for a seat, a discreet booth in the corner of the dimly-lit tavern. He sat down, and waited for Jenica to take a seat across from him.
The Drunken Rat Tavern..
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Jenica Sabiny
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She followed him inside quietly, looking around the tavern as she trailed behind him. She'd never been inside the Drunken Rat, though now it would be added to her list of frequent stops. It seemed like the type of place the house the idiotic sorts she generally preferred. She also enjoyed drunk victims - they put up much less of a fight, all things considered, and rarely last more than a few minutes once she began her fun. Twitching annoyed her. The faster they died, the better.
She sat and looked at the door, as if waiting for Him to follow...but He never came, and she relaxed more and more into her more natural stoic glow. If the threat was truly gone, she could focus her attention once again on the male before her - Myx, she reminded herself. This one had a name. A polite name.
She fixed her gaze on him, finally, and leaned back, resting her hands in her inner thighs, just above her knees. It was a comfortable, lazy position, just a step above a slouch, and her favorite right after a comfortable crouch on the floor. She still couldn't quite sprawl.
As the bar maiden approached, Jenica wondered idly what she should try for. Could she eat? She doubted she could really taste food any longer, and it wouldn't give her any nourishment. It was pointless, but she had time. It'd been years since she sat with humans, in a chair, being waited on, and the hunger within her sifted uneasily, a nervous animal caught indoors. It was all her self-control could do to keep from bolting out the door to the safety of outside, wide open spaces, a gale or a running brook...
She fixed him with her stare just as the maiden stopped at their table, waiting for him to order...whatever. It occurred to her that she had no money, and no use for the stuff. What she needed, she stole from the corpses she produced. Perhaps there wasn't a drink in it for her tonight, but she'd watch him, regardless.
She snorted in amusement at herself, then began scanning the patrons, looking for a suitable "drink", perhaps for tonight. It never hurt to keep one's options open.
She sat and looked at the door, as if waiting for Him to follow...but He never came, and she relaxed more and more into her more natural stoic glow. If the threat was truly gone, she could focus her attention once again on the male before her - Myx, she reminded herself. This one had a name. A polite name.
She fixed her gaze on him, finally, and leaned back, resting her hands in her inner thighs, just above her knees. It was a comfortable, lazy position, just a step above a slouch, and her favorite right after a comfortable crouch on the floor. She still couldn't quite sprawl.
As the bar maiden approached, Jenica wondered idly what she should try for. Could she eat? She doubted she could really taste food any longer, and it wouldn't give her any nourishment. It was pointless, but she had time. It'd been years since she sat with humans, in a chair, being waited on, and the hunger within her sifted uneasily, a nervous animal caught indoors. It was all her self-control could do to keep from bolting out the door to the safety of outside, wide open spaces, a gale or a running brook...
She fixed him with her stare just as the maiden stopped at their table, waiting for him to order...whatever. It occurred to her that she had no money, and no use for the stuff. What she needed, she stole from the corpses she produced. Perhaps there wasn't a drink in it for her tonight, but she'd watch him, regardless.
She snorted in amusement at herself, then began scanning the patrons, looking for a suitable "drink", perhaps for tonight. It never hurt to keep one's options open.
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Myx ordered a warm mug of ale for himself and sent the barmaid away, telling her that he and his companion would order again in a bit. He waited in silence while the barmaid got his ale, studying Jenica study the interior of the bar. When the ale came he smiled in appreciation and immediately took a big swig, and set down the oversized mug on the table with a satisfying thud. Now, where to start, where to start? It surprised him to realize just how long he had gone without amicable company.
"So, Jenica...," questions stormed around in his mind but he carefully sorted them out and laid them in order, "tell me about yourself. Where are you from?"
"So, Jenica...," questions stormed around in his mind but he carefully sorted them out and laid them in order, "tell me about yourself. Where are you from?"
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Belatucadrus
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Bela's pace down the street became a leisurely stroll. Something about the way he carried himself made everything he did look anything but leisurely, but this was because of his inhuman age and nature, and the fact that moving around didn't tire him the way it did a living creature. To him, though, his straight-backed, stiff upper lipped, fully alert walk was as leisurely as it got. He enjoyed the rare opportunity to observe his people about their business. Like a child with an ant farm, they built their homes with no clue that a higher authority was watching it all... Save for a few exceptions. Those meddlesome few who knew too much. The ones he would torture to death under a magnifying glass in the hot sun.
His childe was avoiding him, but she had nowhere to go. The flat wilderness of Thar Shaddin was unforgiving to vampires who, at the very least, had to stick to the woods during the day. He would send runners in every direction, to every neighboring population, if she managed to leave.
"Jenica, Jenica... You should have stayed away..."
He could run. He could move swiftly and trap her before she could move again... But that was not his way. She had to know he was coming and get used to feeling his presence, no matter how distant.
He kept his path off of Main Street, moving south along the roads to the east. The asylum to his left reminded him of all those he had put there. A unique punishment for those useful souls he wanted to keep alive. His favourite toys always ended up there...
His childe was avoiding him, but she had nowhere to go. The flat wilderness of Thar Shaddin was unforgiving to vampires who, at the very least, had to stick to the woods during the day. He would send runners in every direction, to every neighboring population, if she managed to leave.
"Jenica, Jenica... You should have stayed away..."
He could run. He could move swiftly and trap her before she could move again... But that was not his way. She had to know he was coming and get used to feeling his presence, no matter how distant.
He kept his path off of Main Street, moving south along the roads to the east. The asylum to his left reminded him of all those he had put there. A unique punishment for those useful souls he wanted to keep alive. His favourite toys always ended up there...
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Jenica Sabiny
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As always, a curious question. She was intrigued by the man, but the actual question caught her off guard. No one had asked her this question, in all the time she'd been travel ling, either with the nymph or otherwise. No one. And although it didn't offend her, it did confuse her. She dove deep within her mind, searching for the answer.
Where are you from?
Where? Was it an island? A peninsula? Was it nearby? She couldn't focus on it, couldn't remember the name or the city or any landmarks. She'd grown up somewhere, and not too long ago, but it was as ephemeral as smoke in her brain, wafting away before she could make out any features.
"I...don't remember."
Her voice cracked, which could've been pain but was actually just the permanent damage making itself known. She didn't particularly care that she couldn't remember, but it did bother some part of her. A little.
"My sire is nearby."
Now that, she hadn't meant to say, and she became visibly antsy. She didn't want to meet the man after all, wanted to avoid that creature for all she was worth, but this one...this one wanted a drink.
She growled in frustration.
"You?"
It was more a demand than a question.
Where are you from?
Where? Was it an island? A peninsula? Was it nearby? She couldn't focus on it, couldn't remember the name or the city or any landmarks. She'd grown up somewhere, and not too long ago, but it was as ephemeral as smoke in her brain, wafting away before she could make out any features.
"I...don't remember."
Her voice cracked, which could've been pain but was actually just the permanent damage making itself known. She didn't particularly care that she couldn't remember, but it did bother some part of her. A little.
"My sire is nearby."
Now that, she hadn't meant to say, and she became visibly antsy. She didn't want to meet the man after all, wanted to avoid that creature for all she was worth, but this one...this one wanted a drink.
She growled in frustration.
"You?"
It was more a demand than a question.
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Myx raised his brows in question, but answered Jenica.
"Me, I'm from a small town. The place is far from here, far to the east if I remember it right. The name, honestly even if I told you, you wouldn't recognize it. A couple farms and a few houses, nothing like Thar. But it was a lot greener--this city stinks of death and sewage sometimes," he paused to take another drink, then continued "I've lived in a couple of other places too but that's really all that I could call home--that place and Thar."
What else was there to be said for his birthplace? Except that it was a more pleasant place than Thar, more greens, and a stream. And it rained a little more there than it did here, and it belonged to one of the great eastern kingdoms. That sure was a life-time ago, he thought to himself.
"Me, I'm from a small town. The place is far from here, far to the east if I remember it right. The name, honestly even if I told you, you wouldn't recognize it. A couple farms and a few houses, nothing like Thar. But it was a lot greener--this city stinks of death and sewage sometimes," he paused to take another drink, then continued "I've lived in a couple of other places too but that's really all that I could call home--that place and Thar."
What else was there to be said for his birthplace? Except that it was a more pleasant place than Thar, more greens, and a stream. And it rained a little more there than it did here, and it belonged to one of the great eastern kingdoms. That sure was a life-time ago, he thought to himself.
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Belatucadrus
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She wasn't in the shanty town. He'd expected her to go there and hide - something he would have done at her age. It had plenty of easy meals and places to hide, and the guards didn't go there unless they had specific business. He knew she wasn't there though. She was to the west, somewhere in the heart of the city's downtown. The last place he expected.
His red eyes scanned the dilapidated roofs of the market nearby, glowing silvery brown in the moonlight, pillars of smoke climbed through the still air from small fires in the streets. There was someone else he expected to be hiding in there. With the whole guard and half the citizens watching out for him, Chrishton's safest bet was also the shanty town. Bela wondered if he was wrong about that too...
The vampire turned west and continued on, still avoiding Main Street.
His red eyes scanned the dilapidated roofs of the market nearby, glowing silvery brown in the moonlight, pillars of smoke climbed through the still air from small fires in the streets. There was someone else he expected to be hiding in there. With the whole guard and half the citizens watching out for him, Chrishton's safest bet was also the shanty town. Bela wondered if he was wrong about that too...
The vampire turned west and continued on, still avoiding Main Street.
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Jenica Sabiny
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Silence. The uncomfortable kind, perhaps, but Jenica thrived in silence, and stared at the table for a few moments, relishing it. Then she refocused, and heard the general chatter and noise of the bar around her. She blinked and looked at the man again. He'd said a small town...she couldn't relate to that...which meant...
"I came from a city."
She winced as memories inundated her senses, bringing with them family, tutors, and locations throughout the old town she'd once thought of as home. When it finished, she shuttered her eyes as memories of her family filled in. She was remembering that she'd once had family connections. She was remembering what those she'd trusted and loved had done to her.
She didn't much care for it.
As the bar matron wandered by once more, Jenica reached out and snagged her arm rough enough for the woman to lose her balance. Jenica held her steady, then looked at Myx for a moment before fixing her lazy gaze on the woman's face.
"Wine."
She released the woman, and looked at Myx again with a slight smile. He wanted to share a drink with a vampire? Fine. She'd show him what a vampire was like.
She leaned forward and grasped her hands on the table before her, a comfortable yet tense position.
"You know I have no money, which means someone here will be dying tonight. To help me pay."
She watched him for a reaction of any kind, testing the waters, testing his tolerance, his limits. It was a new sort of game, and she intended to take full advantage of his curiosity.
"I came from a city."
She winced as memories inundated her senses, bringing with them family, tutors, and locations throughout the old town she'd once thought of as home. When it finished, she shuttered her eyes as memories of her family filled in. She was remembering that she'd once had family connections. She was remembering what those she'd trusted and loved had done to her.
She didn't much care for it.
As the bar matron wandered by once more, Jenica reached out and snagged her arm rough enough for the woman to lose her balance. Jenica held her steady, then looked at Myx for a moment before fixing her lazy gaze on the woman's face.
"Wine."
She released the woman, and looked at Myx again with a slight smile. He wanted to share a drink with a vampire? Fine. She'd show him what a vampire was like.
She leaned forward and grasped her hands on the table before her, a comfortable yet tense position.
"You know I have no money, which means someone here will be dying tonight. To help me pay."
She watched him for a reaction of any kind, testing the waters, testing his tolerance, his limits. It was a new sort of game, and she intended to take full advantage of his curiosity.
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Myx almost winced for the bar-maid at the abrupt way she was stopped. Jenica never seemed to be one for polite manners, though she had been strangely silent as opposed to openly aggressive so far (disregarding the little fiasco with the strange girl in the alley). When she ordered wine he wondered if she could indeed drink wine; if she could, then could she drink or eat other things? He thought only briefly on this because then Jenica explained to him--or that's certainly what he felt that she was doing: explaning. She was explaining to him that as she didn't have money, she would kill someone and take theirs. But then he thought, 'why?' and voiced his opinion as such.
"Why bother? I have enough money for the both of us," he said it because it was the truth. To men who are aimless and have nothing and no one, wealth beyond that which feeds and clothes him becomes meaningless--and the money he had saved up because there was nothing else to do with it, he would spend it all tonight if it meant his life could move forward, or any direction at all.
But then he thought, does she need another drink, the kind she must get from a person? If so then it would be a waste not to take whatever was there... but he kept this thought to himself to let Jenica answer for herself.
"Why bother? I have enough money for the both of us," he said it because it was the truth. To men who are aimless and have nothing and no one, wealth beyond that which feeds and clothes him becomes meaningless--and the money he had saved up because there was nothing else to do with it, he would spend it all tonight if it meant his life could move forward, or any direction at all.
But then he thought, does she need another drink, the kind she must get from a person? If so then it would be a waste not to take whatever was there... but he kept this thought to himself to let Jenica answer for herself.
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Avery Silver
Avery whistled a sharp echoing note. Neflos came flying from wherever he kept himself. He landing on her out stretched arm with an annoyed flick of his wings.
Chuckling at his glare, she said, "Good evening, Your Majesty. Now, don't look at me like that. It isn't the first time I called for you in the middle of the night. You can go back to sleep once you show me the goods." Neflos ducked his head into the small pouch tied to his leg, and pulled out a silver ring.
"Very nice, my lovely. Off you go." Neflos flew off, annoyance gone with the praise.
Avery whistled again, this time a little tune she had picked up somewhere. The places she had traveled to had all begun to look alike. She stopped when she heard loud drunken merriment. "And I am home." She changed directions, and opened the doors with a loud thud.
There was a silence as people looked up to see who had caused the disturbance. Avery inhaled. "Ah, how I love the smell of drunks in the evening. Good day, all! Lovely night isn't it?" She said as she marched up to the bar.
The noise returned with much muttering about the odd red head. "Some mead, my good man!" Avery told the barkeep enthusiastically. He rolled his eyes and gave her a mug.
Avery turned on her stool to observe the crowd. Many had blood shot eyes, and a big bear of a man was listing to the side. She made a mental note to watch him as the evening went on as she took a sip of her mead. She made an appreciative noise as the barkeep cleared his throat.
Avery turned with a smile. "That will be a Bishan."[OOC: I'm guessing on the amount.] He said with an attempt at a smile, that was more a baring of teeth.
"Oh, yes, silly me!" Avery laughed and paid the man. No worries she would get the money back shortly. It was a pity though. You'd be surprised how many times that trick worked.
As she surveyed the crowd, she began to hum.
Chuckling at his glare, she said, "Good evening, Your Majesty. Now, don't look at me like that. It isn't the first time I called for you in the middle of the night. You can go back to sleep once you show me the goods." Neflos ducked his head into the small pouch tied to his leg, and pulled out a silver ring.
"Very nice, my lovely. Off you go." Neflos flew off, annoyance gone with the praise.
Avery whistled again, this time a little tune she had picked up somewhere. The places she had traveled to had all begun to look alike. She stopped when she heard loud drunken merriment. "And I am home." She changed directions, and opened the doors with a loud thud.
There was a silence as people looked up to see who had caused the disturbance. Avery inhaled. "Ah, how I love the smell of drunks in the evening. Good day, all! Lovely night isn't it?" She said as she marched up to the bar.
The noise returned with much muttering about the odd red head. "Some mead, my good man!" Avery told the barkeep enthusiastically. He rolled his eyes and gave her a mug.
Avery turned on her stool to observe the crowd. Many had blood shot eyes, and a big bear of a man was listing to the side. She made a mental note to watch him as the evening went on as she took a sip of her mead. She made an appreciative noise as the barkeep cleared his throat.
Avery turned with a smile. "That will be a Bishan."[OOC: I'm guessing on the amount.] He said with an attempt at a smile, that was more a baring of teeth.
"Oh, yes, silly me!" Avery laughed and paid the man. No worries she would get the money back shortly. It was a pity though. You'd be surprised how many times that trick worked.
As she surveyed the crowd, she began to hum.
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Jenica Sabiny
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((OOC: My bad. Sorry for the delay! I promise I'll do better; my work computer doesn't let me login to any other account most days.))
Jenica blinked and leaned back once again with a sound that sounded very close to a grunted "hmmph". Her legs splayed before her under the table, but she kept the flats of her feet down. Just in case. It never hurt to be cautious.
She eyed Myx for several minutes, assessing him once again. He smelled as human as the rest, although there was something just a tad off about him. Like...some sort of glitch in a tapestry. Overall it was beautiful, but if one looked too closely, they'd see the imperfection.
Her focus shifted, and although she didn't move, the air around her thickened with the intensity. There wasn't another being who could focus all of their energy and thought quite like the vampire, and right now it was all directed toward the sentient flesh setting directly across from her. As the focus in the bar turned toward a curious newcomer, Jenica's centered squarely on the human before her.
Finally, she inhaled and prepared the vocal cords to speak. It was always an effort. She'd spoken more tonight than she did most months, and her throat was actually a bit sore from the foreign strain.
"Most would've just asked 'why.' But you...you justify. Give me an easy reason not to."
The air eased its tension as her focus finally dampened, but she didn't remove her gaze from him. She creased her brow as her mind searched frantically for the word to describe this new emotion. It wasn't pleasant. In fact, it was altogether new. She'd only felt it once before, for herself, for a brief moment. Just before her sire destroyed the heartbeat and buried her in the ground. She'd managed to stab him in the arm, knowing that she shouldn't be able to get even the smallest hit into a creature more powerful than she could ever be.
Then she'd looked into his face and seen his rage. She didn't remember much after that, save for blinding terror...and the dirt, later, filling her lungs and damaging her throat.
What was that word? What...ah. There it is.
"I'm impressed."
It even flavored her intonation. She marveled. For the first time in years, she wasn't surprised that her fingers ended in plain human nails. Perhaps a little common courtesy, to complete the game of illusions.
"I thank you."
And once the wine arrived, she could take a drink and see if it would stay down. Stranger and stranger. Idly, she wondered if she could eat human food...and marveled that she honestly wanted to know.
Jenica blinked and leaned back once again with a sound that sounded very close to a grunted "hmmph". Her legs splayed before her under the table, but she kept the flats of her feet down. Just in case. It never hurt to be cautious.
She eyed Myx for several minutes, assessing him once again. He smelled as human as the rest, although there was something just a tad off about him. Like...some sort of glitch in a tapestry. Overall it was beautiful, but if one looked too closely, they'd see the imperfection.
Her focus shifted, and although she didn't move, the air around her thickened with the intensity. There wasn't another being who could focus all of their energy and thought quite like the vampire, and right now it was all directed toward the sentient flesh setting directly across from her. As the focus in the bar turned toward a curious newcomer, Jenica's centered squarely on the human before her.
Finally, she inhaled and prepared the vocal cords to speak. It was always an effort. She'd spoken more tonight than she did most months, and her throat was actually a bit sore from the foreign strain.
"Most would've just asked 'why.' But you...you justify. Give me an easy reason not to."
The air eased its tension as her focus finally dampened, but she didn't remove her gaze from him. She creased her brow as her mind searched frantically for the word to describe this new emotion. It wasn't pleasant. In fact, it was altogether new. She'd only felt it once before, for herself, for a brief moment. Just before her sire destroyed the heartbeat and buried her in the ground. She'd managed to stab him in the arm, knowing that she shouldn't be able to get even the smallest hit into a creature more powerful than she could ever be.
Then she'd looked into his face and seen his rage. She didn't remember much after that, save for blinding terror...and the dirt, later, filling her lungs and damaging her throat.
What was that word? What...ah. There it is.
"I'm impressed."
It even flavored her intonation. She marveled. For the first time in years, she wasn't surprised that her fingers ended in plain human nails. Perhaps a little common courtesy, to complete the game of illusions.
"I thank you."
And once the wine arrived, she could take a drink and see if it would stay down. Stranger and stranger. Idly, she wondered if she could eat human food...and marveled that she honestly wanted to know.
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[OOC: fixed a time paradox]
"Just a common courtesy, you are here at my begest after all." Myx said lightly, eyes reflecting an amused smile. He leaned slightly forward with his own hands clenched in front of him, elbows on the table and continued in a loud whisper, "But I do find it interesting that you talk so... nonchalantly about killing. You seem every bit a predator to my eyes, yet you share a table with me as a companion."
Just moments ago the doors to the tavern opened and an awkwardly gregarious woman had strolled in. Myx eyed her, following her movement silently while listening to Jenica. Her head was a mop of dark red that was most likely a fiery explosion under the sun. Overall she gave the impression of a bright ball of light barely contained by a thick, heavy rug. His eyes returned to meet Jenica's. "Like that girl over there, I wonder if you'd really kill her?"
Should he be scared of her? Yet he wasn't, and it surprised him that he felt grateful for the immunity that his situation granted him. But death was unpleasant, the ultimate form of that word; just thinking about the experience gave him chills. Yet, he was still here, still able to function just as or enough like before his deaths. Thinking like this made something in his heart ache as if his chest had a hole in it. It wasn't too painful, just a little regretful. He stopped the same bar-maid as gentle as possible, and asked if the tavern had any food to serve. He sent her quickly to fetch a small portion of the day's old bread and to heat some soup.
"Just a common courtesy, you are here at my begest after all." Myx said lightly, eyes reflecting an amused smile. He leaned slightly forward with his own hands clenched in front of him, elbows on the table and continued in a loud whisper, "But I do find it interesting that you talk so... nonchalantly about killing. You seem every bit a predator to my eyes, yet you share a table with me as a companion."
Just moments ago the doors to the tavern opened and an awkwardly gregarious woman had strolled in. Myx eyed her, following her movement silently while listening to Jenica. Her head was a mop of dark red that was most likely a fiery explosion under the sun. Overall she gave the impression of a bright ball of light barely contained by a thick, heavy rug. His eyes returned to meet Jenica's. "Like that girl over there, I wonder if you'd really kill her?"
Should he be scared of her? Yet he wasn't, and it surprised him that he felt grateful for the immunity that his situation granted him. But death was unpleasant, the ultimate form of that word; just thinking about the experience gave him chills. Yet, he was still here, still able to function just as or enough like before his deaths. Thinking like this made something in his heart ache as if his chest had a hole in it. It wasn't too painful, just a little regretful. He stopped the same bar-maid as gentle as possible, and asked if the tavern had any food to serve. He sent her quickly to fetch a small portion of the day's old bread and to heat some soup.
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Avery Silver
Getting bored with watching the drunk slowly pass out she twitched her left eye, which became a brilliant violet. She scanned the assembled patrons. Human, human, human, pinch of magic, human, human, vampire, human.
Avery did a double take. She studied the woman seated at a table in the corner. She had run into a few vamps before. And when she said "run into" she meant stole things from. She had been careful to only take little trinkets they wouldn't miss. She knew no matter how long or far she ran she wouldn't be able to escape an angry blood sucker.
She looked this one over. She was dirty and bedraggled. Much different from the undead creatures decked out in opulence she was familiar with. Avery gave a metal shake of her head. Nothing to steal, she concluded.
Avery then turned her attention to her companion. She twitched her left eye back to her magic detector sight, and BAM! Avery fell off her stool from the force of...whatever it was. It was like a flash of light with weight and force.
Avery hurriedly twitched her eye back to her regular sight. He was a normal looking man around her age. "What the hell was that?" She whispered to herself.
Frowning she got up, dusting herself off. She looked up at the growing silence. Oh, yes. Avery thought. I fell of my chair like someone having a fit. Time to put on a show.
"I'm alright!" She proclaimed, holding her arms aloft and swaying slightly. "I meant to do that." Her words slurred. There was much chuckling, and jokes about females not being able to hold their liquor.
Avery sat back down, being sure to keep up her drunken appearance. But inside she thought furiously. Her curiosity was piqued. Just what was the vampire's friend? With another twitch of her eye, she was determined to find out.
Avery did a double take. She studied the woman seated at a table in the corner. She had run into a few vamps before. And when she said "run into" she meant stole things from. She had been careful to only take little trinkets they wouldn't miss. She knew no matter how long or far she ran she wouldn't be able to escape an angry blood sucker.
She looked this one over. She was dirty and bedraggled. Much different from the undead creatures decked out in opulence she was familiar with. Avery gave a metal shake of her head. Nothing to steal, she concluded.
Avery then turned her attention to her companion. She twitched her left eye back to her magic detector sight, and BAM! Avery fell off her stool from the force of...whatever it was. It was like a flash of light with weight and force.
Avery hurriedly twitched her eye back to her regular sight. He was a normal looking man around her age. "What the hell was that?" She whispered to herself.
Frowning she got up, dusting herself off. She looked up at the growing silence. Oh, yes. Avery thought. I fell of my chair like someone having a fit. Time to put on a show.
"I'm alright!" She proclaimed, holding her arms aloft and swaying slightly. "I meant to do that." Her words slurred. There was much chuckling, and jokes about females not being able to hold their liquor.
Avery sat back down, being sure to keep up her drunken appearance. But inside she thought furiously. Her curiosity was piqued. Just what was the vampire's friend? With another twitch of her eye, she was determined to find out.
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Jenica Sabiny
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- Race: Vampire
Jenica looked at the barmaid as she finally set a glass of wine before her, then at the wine. Did she really want to find out? She hadn't tried so much as a candy since...but the real question was, would it matter? She was just wondering, really, if she could drink the stuff. It wouldn't hurt either way.
She picked up the glass between her fingers, remembering the dainty way she'd watched her mother and her mother's gossipy friends drink it. She'd hated them all, but watching them eat and drink was like watching an intricate dance, where every piece had its place. Fascinating, if one could find the right corner to hide in. And she'd known several in that house. It was never worth it to fight him, just better to run and hide...
She sipped as Myx turned her attention to a woman who was just finishing sliding off her stool in a drunken stupor. She cocked an eyebrow as she watched the woman then stumble through an explanation, then turned back to her companion and took another sip of wine. Two questions, and she wanted to answer his first now.
She set the glass down and waved her hand dismissively.
"Her? No. Alcohol makes a male's blood taste...interesting. Females just taste bitter."
The wine, if nothing else, had provided some moisture to her straining throat, and her voice wasn't quite as raspy. At least it had one use. She looked almost forlorn, as she stared at the glass. She'd tasted...nothing. Not a thing. Not because the wine might not be the best quality. It was like drinking air - tasteless, worthless. But at least it helped her throat. She wondered if different brands and styles would make a difference. She might've just found a sort of lozenge. No taste, but perhaps a use, after all.
She added raiding taverns to her list of chores. Just something else to do.
She finally looked at Myx again, her normal lazy gaze back in place. The look was natural to her.
"Have you ever killed?"
She picked up the glass between her fingers, remembering the dainty way she'd watched her mother and her mother's gossipy friends drink it. She'd hated them all, but watching them eat and drink was like watching an intricate dance, where every piece had its place. Fascinating, if one could find the right corner to hide in. And she'd known several in that house. It was never worth it to fight him, just better to run and hide...
She sipped as Myx turned her attention to a woman who was just finishing sliding off her stool in a drunken stupor. She cocked an eyebrow as she watched the woman then stumble through an explanation, then turned back to her companion and took another sip of wine. Two questions, and she wanted to answer his first now.
She set the glass down and waved her hand dismissively.
"Her? No. Alcohol makes a male's blood taste...interesting. Females just taste bitter."
The wine, if nothing else, had provided some moisture to her straining throat, and her voice wasn't quite as raspy. At least it had one use. She looked almost forlorn, as she stared at the glass. She'd tasted...nothing. Not a thing. Not because the wine might not be the best quality. It was like drinking air - tasteless, worthless. But at least it helped her throat. She wondered if different brands and styles would make a difference. She might've just found a sort of lozenge. No taste, but perhaps a use, after all.
She added raiding taverns to her list of chores. Just something else to do.
She finally looked at Myx again, her normal lazy gaze back in place. The look was natural to her.
"Have you ever killed?"
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Anonymous
The question gave Myx a pause. The commotion created by the seemingly drunk woman had him distracted. Where was his cat? He felt its presence, pacing on top of the tavern roof. Finally he focused on the question placed in front of him. "That is a question I have asked myself before."
"I believe I am... responsible, but never have I killed with malice," he answered. No, he had never meant to kill those that had died as the result of his master's silent influence--in fact even that was just a guess. Perhaps he had the bad luck of meeting latent crazies. But something told Myx that those poor souls had sealed their fate when they threatened his secret. But he never knew what rules he was operating under, and he wasn't quite sure how to put his situation into words.
"Perhaps it is most accurate to say that I am familiar with death. I know it like no other man can know it."
Myx was distracted by keeping an eye on the woman that had just fallen off the stool. He was keeping a dual-line of thought--it tugged at him. Something of an intuition was revealed to him at moments where all his powerful observation began to reveal a pattern of events; there was something about the red-head that seemed off. He casually stretched his neck and glanced at the rest of the patrons, who were all seemingly dull and uninteresting. If I had come in here like her, I would likely watch myself--that was his thought. But just then the the busy barmaid (he reminded himself to tip generously) brought him the bread and soup. He gestured at the food with his eyes before smoothly continuing, "the wine seems to be staying down. How did it taste? Perhaps you'd like to try some of the bread next."
"I believe I am... responsible, but never have I killed with malice," he answered. No, he had never meant to kill those that had died as the result of his master's silent influence--in fact even that was just a guess. Perhaps he had the bad luck of meeting latent crazies. But something told Myx that those poor souls had sealed their fate when they threatened his secret. But he never knew what rules he was operating under, and he wasn't quite sure how to put his situation into words.
"Perhaps it is most accurate to say that I am familiar with death. I know it like no other man can know it."
Myx was distracted by keeping an eye on the woman that had just fallen off the stool. He was keeping a dual-line of thought--it tugged at him. Something of an intuition was revealed to him at moments where all his powerful observation began to reveal a pattern of events; there was something about the red-head that seemed off. He casually stretched his neck and glanced at the rest of the patrons, who were all seemingly dull and uninteresting. If I had come in here like her, I would likely watch myself--that was his thought. But just then the the busy barmaid (he reminded himself to tip generously) brought him the bread and soup. He gestured at the food with his eyes before smoothly continuing, "the wine seems to be staying down. How did it taste? Perhaps you'd like to try some of the bread next."
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