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Post by Rayik Sun'tar on Dec 8, 2008 3:47:21 GMT -8
“Another town...another Throuveil,” thought Rayik as he ordered his drink. His quick black eyes darted around the room, sizing things up as they always do. Few details missed, even though it was getting a little late.
He noticed the chirpy girl that stood in front of him, though indifferently. As soon as he heard her order his drink, he sighed. Another girl interested. Definitely not in the mood tonight. “I appreciate it...but I'm not going to buy you a drink,” was about all he could make himself say. Staring at her outstretched hand he gave it a quick firm shake, “Rayik...by the way.” He took a sip of the whiskey and savored the flavor. He shifted his gaze towards her again. “Anything else I can get out of the way for you?” he asked, a little more rude than he intended.
He straightened out his tight, black muscle shirt and pulled up his jeans before taking another sip and measuring her body language for a response...
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Post by Fallon Silva on Dec 8, 2008 3:55:19 GMT -8
Fallon blinked at the biting words before she caught her expression and schooled it into a smile. But in that moment, her eyes flickered to black and then back to her golden yellow. The set of her jaw was angry before her face brightened with a brilliant smile.
“Well, Rayik, you don’t have to buy me a drink. I am sure that I can pay for my own. I just thought it would be nice to talk to someone... Perhaps I was wrong but I know that when I first came to town I didn’t have a friend. Now, mind you, I am not at all saying that you need to be my friend or that you even want one. I suppose I was just trying to give you a friendly Portland welcome,” she rambled. “So, what else can you get out of the way for me? Hmm, how about this! I’ll tell you something about me and then you can tell me something about you?”
That smile never seemed to leave her face but as she rambled on and on, the smile began to reach her eyes until it was obvious that she had forgotten about the demon’s rude behavior.
Flicking her hair over her shoulder, she glanced at the clock on the wall and then back to the male, awaiting his answers to her questions.
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Post by Rayik Sun'tar on Dec 8, 2008 4:09:54 GMT -8
He smirks a bit. Cocking an eyebrow as she rambles on. Doesn't this girl ever frown? “Something about myself...I think you smile too much.” He almost laughed on the inside, but didn't show it on the outside. Maybe he was being a little harsh. Wouldn't be the first time. “I'm just teasing...I'm a little anti-social...how's that?”
Sometimes Rayik hated what he said. This girl seems nice, but he can't seem to say anything like that. He sips his whiskey and runs his fingers through his black hair a little. He turned to her more and his deep, seemingly empty, black eyes looked directly into her's, seeing their color shift a tad. He took notice of this...and several other things about her...perhaps it was the whiskey settling...
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Post by Fallon Silva on Dec 8, 2008 4:26:12 GMT -8
Giggling brightly, the sound lilting to his ears, Fallon nods emphatically.
“Of course I smile a ton but it’s never too much. Besides, it’s either smile or get pissy at you. I don’t think you want me to get pissy at you, Rayik,” she says with a hint of warning. “I’m not the most... predictable when I’m upset I suppose. That’s something about me!”
Giving a little laugh at her own expense, Fallon sits on the stool next to him and gives a little elbow nudge.
“Care to tell me why you’re so anti-social or is that something private?”
Her eyes gazed into his. She was able to notice just how... hollow they looked. It was as if something was missing there but Fallon couldn’t fathom what it was. So, she let her eyes roam. She took in the shape of his face, the scars over his eye and the set of his jaw. Smiling, she crossed her ankles and let her eyes drift down to take in his body. Sure, she was attracted but the face was much more interesting. That is where her eyes ended and stayed.
“You know, I bet you’d like the drinks at Sunset. They are a bit more watered down but the crowd is much livelier,” she commented idly as if it didn’t matter to her or that she was thinking outloud.
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Post by Cedric Von Engel on Dec 8, 2008 10:14:32 GMT -8
It was getting close to sunset when he approached the club. It was still early so the door man wasn’t there yet. But then it was early for the humans, but the Throuveil was always open for the demon underground. Walking in the bouncer looked up from his paper to protest, but upon seeing Cedric just ignoring him; he sneered, and mumbled about smelling the bacon.
He cared little what others thought of him, he was on the job. But then he was always on the job. He liked the club, but there was always something going on. Mostly because of Ryuu no Futeki, he had little use for him, what with his appetites and powers. He was arrogant and overly confident and this lead to trouble. But he ran the Avandrya, so he was a necessary evil. But Cedric was here on business, not pleasure. Heading into the private room of the club that lead to the Throuveil, he nodded to the demon door man and stepped inside, and stopped to have a look around. He didn’t see Ryuu, who was usually out glad-handing the cliental.
Shifting his coat to handle the gun that wasn’t there… Then mentally reprimanded himself for fiddling, the rule of Avandrya’s everywhere was no weapons. No exceptions. He knew this too, he tried. A protector, the police of the demons and supernaturals… And he couldn’t be armed when he walked in. He felt naked without something, even a gun. He had being using guns for a few years now, but still had not gotten used to them. But then walking around town or in into a bar in full platemail, and carrying a 7ft sword tends to stand out now, so the gun too was a necessary evil.
Cedric walked up to the bar, and leaned in close to the bartender,
“Is Ryuu in?” in a gruff voice that had long ago lost that German accent.
The bartender shook his head.
“Well when he does I need to speak with him, I’ll be at my usual table, and give me a tall scotch too.”
While waiting for his drink and a quick look around the bar allowed him to see the fae, Fallon Silva sitting with an unknown, he must be new in town.
“Ms Silva, always a pleasure.”
Grabbing his drink and with a grin to Fallon, he walked over to the back corner booth away from the stage… he knew it was cheesy, but it afforded him alittle privacy and yet still gave him a view of the club and stage should trouble break out.
Sitting down he reminisced about the old days… When he didn’t ask, he took what he wanted, marching along side King Richard the lion heart. Those where the days, uncomplicated by politics! When you wanted a woman, you just took her. You wanted the holy lands, you just marched your army in and took them!
“Hmm… Perhaps those times may not be as uncomplicated as they where…”
What would King Richard do in times like these… He snickered and took along sip of his drink.
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Post by Rayik Sun'tar on Dec 8, 2008 12:07:55 GMT -8
Rayik more than noticed the gentleman that had just greeted Fallon. That man had wielded a blade a long time. The telltale balance, hunch of a shoulder, spacing of steps...everything about the way he moved gave indication of a swordsman. Rayik could even tell it was a large sword. He gave a simple nod to himself and turned back to Fallon. Gazing at her body a second longer than intended, he scolded himself and quickly looked up to her eyes. She really was remarkable, physically at least...but why so interested in him?
It must be more than his looks. Rayik never quite found himself that attractive. His scars were a sign of wisdom on the battlefield...but in the bedroom its never the most appealing thing. The numerous scars and cuts along his arms and chest all had stories hidden behind them. Most from masters showing him the error of arrogance. He had long since crossed that bridge. He now measured everything in balance with reason and judgment. That's probably why he was still staring at Fallon without saying anything...
“Sorry...friend of your's? I'm guessing you are quite popular around here.” He thought about that statement and almost smirked. Of course she was. Look at her. Rayik had never been the center of attention in the bar scene. Maybe in the dojo or at a World Championship....or the Olympics....but not here.
“You also said you worked at a bar or something...is it like here?” Of course not...no place is like Avandrya. No place is like the Throuveil. Still...he wondered why she'd suggest another bar over this one.
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Post by Fallon Silva on Dec 8, 2008 13:04:27 GMT -8
Fallon offered a smile and a wave to Cedric as he passed. Her eyes followed him until he took his seat. The long look gave Rayik the safety to look over her body without notice, not that it would have made a difference to her. Fallon was way to confident in her looks to worry about such trivial things as a prolonged peek. Looking back to Rayik, she kept her smile in place.
“Oh, that’s Cedric Von Engel. He’s the commander of the Protectors for this Throuveil. He’s old school though. I guess he’s lived through the Crusades, even. So, he’s got this ‘wise old man’ type vibe but he’s nice enough to me.”
Cocking her head to the side, she wonders about the popularity comment. Not coming to any real conclusion as to if it was a jab or a compliment; she chooses to take it in a complimentary way.
“And I wouldn’t say that I am ‘quite’ popular. I just seem to have a way about me,” she says with a wink. “I like people, I guess. It’s fun to meet people, talk to them, learn about them.”
Her eyes slowly change from yellow into a darker brown color as she thinks about why she learns from people.
“I guess I should tell you since you’ll find out soon enough,” she mumbles. “I’m basically a failure. Can’t control my magic at all... Most of the time everyone gets a good laugh! But I’m working on it.”
Looking over to a house plant settled nicely in a corner near the bar, Fallon nods as a plan forms in her head.
“I could show you, if you want. At least before I have to start getting ready for work. But, if you would rather not, I completely understand,” she says with a tone of warning in her voice.
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Post by Cedric Von Engel on Dec 8, 2008 13:31:05 GMT -8
Sipping his scotch at his booth, he wanted a better view of the new comer. Who was he, and was he a wanderer, or running from trouble. Runners where dangerous, thru most are innocent enough… What they where running from often caught up with them, and put innocent people in danger. Wanderers often just wanted to blow off steam and sometimes cause some trouble.
Atleast he wanted to see the new comer… But as always he became distracted by Fallon. The Fae he found to be interesting. She was attractive, but then he was always more interested in those that interested him. Was it her wild magic, or the way she rambles on or her hot-heated personality... Mostly he thought it was those eyes and their changing colour with her mood
Giving his head a shake, again he was getting distracted from the job. Finishing his scotch in one last pull he focused again on the new comer. He hadn’t made up his mind about him but clearly trouble. But he wasn’t causing for now…
Sitting back into the shadows, and allow his eyes glow, giving him the eerie appearance that he so enjoyed, he settled down to watch over the crowd and the trouble makers
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Post by Rayik Sun'tar on Dec 8, 2008 14:22:05 GMT -8
Rayik looked at her and just sort of shrugged, “I'm not really a fan of magic...I'm not sure anyone really controls it.” His disdain of magic ran deep. He always knew it was the one thing he could never do and never prepare for. Most practitioners of magic he'd encountered were wild and unpredictable. He always saw to it that he would avoid magic for his own safety.
He thought about her statement. Learn about them. Why did she want to learn about him? Immediately his reaction made him think...what if she knew? Impossible, he's gone too far from Texas for any of that nonsense to have followed him. Learn about them. Maybe this interested him, because for once he wanted to learn about someone else. She was being persistent. He sipped his drink again, savoring it's flavor. He always had a hard time pushing away girls that were persistent enough. That's usually the reason he would end up not sleeping alone. Downing the rest of his drink he settled on the fact that he would play the part, and get to know her better as well. Learn about them...
He ordered another drink from the bartender and starts drinking before speaking again. “I think I'll do without a demonstration...” he glanced over at her eyes and just sort of gave them an empty stare with his entirely black orbs. “I am curious about your eyes...what makes them shift hues?” It really was intriguing him. He had never seen something like that before. He suspected it had something to do with her thoughts...her thoughts about him? As soon as that crossed his mind he pushed it away. There's no way she was thinking about him that much. Rayik always tried his best to keep a low profile, but perhaps she is trying to see through that. Again he pushed that thought away and turned away from her...trying to divert his attention to something that was not her.
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Post by Fallon Silva on Dec 8, 2008 15:31:21 GMT -8
Frowning, Fallon gazed at Rayik as her eyes stayed that chocolate brown. She looked down at her hands and then back up to his face before replying to his words.
“Not a fan of magic? How is that possible? Oh, well, I suppose that doesn’t matter. I shouldn’t be a fan of magic as well but, it’s part of who I am. Part of you as well, you know.”
With a bit of a smirk, her eyes moved back to their odd yellow tone. Studying her companion, Fallon hopped up out of the bar stool and giggled. “My eyes are a secret you’re going to have to learn when you come to my work. They are usually pretty red there! But that has to do with the people around me more than my own self.”
Furrowing her brow, she wondered how many times her eyes had changed colors while speaking to the man. It was not rare that her eyes changed color a ton during the course of a conversation but when she was in a good mood, they tended to stay that golden amber color. She had to think hard about what she had felt while speaking to him to actually understand that they truly had changed a bit more than usual. There was something odd about Rayik and she marked it off to that.
“Anyway, let me get you the address.”
Without waiting for the bartender to get her paper and a pen, Fallon chose to concentrate on creating them herself. As she stared at Rayik, her gaze became far reaching and her eyes became pure white and pupil-less. Reaching out her hand, her moved it around over the bar and waited. When she came back to the present, there were no expected pen and paper. Frowning, she shook her head and sighed.
“It never seems to work...”
But it did! Just not what she wanted it to be... While she concentrated her guise was being changed. She wouldn’t realize that she now looked like a man until she left the Throuveil.
Motioning for the tender, the slight man came forward so that Fallon could ask for writing implements. When she received them she got to work writing the address down on the paper. Finished with the address and directions, she handed the slip over. If it was looked at carefully, there would be a cell phone number written under the directions with Fallon’s name on it.
“I’ll be there in a bit but come by soon! If you get lost, well... you know what to do.”
With that, she bounded out of the room and through the Throuveil boundaries. Her pixie voice could be heard muttering a curse as she strode down the stairs. Looks like Fallon found out that she was no longer the lithe, lean dancer that she wanted to be. Right now, she was a big, buff guy with a woman’s voice.
((Fallon moved to Sunset Strip: Learning Experiences.))
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Post by Kalypsa Cardei on Dec 8, 2008 19:47:46 GMT -8
Kalypsa watched as Fallon darted out of the throuveil, and sighed as the large stranger followed her out. There weren’t many attractive creatures around to night, and the most interesting one just left. She normally would have grabbed him up immediately but Fallon looked interested and though she was always up for a fight for a little action peace had to be kept in Avandrya… and it was her job to keep it.
She looked around and noticed that Cedric had taken up his normal seat, and that the bass beats had started up on the other side. Must be time to start work. She stood and stretched, straightening her black button blouse and slacks making sure there were no wrinkles, and stepped out of the shadowed corner she had been lounging in. She hadn’t been in the mood for idle conversation so staying out of sight was key.
She took a deep breath and let her and gave the area a feel. Nothing to exciting in the throuveil, everyone was calm. The human side of Avandrya should be picking up soon. People were probably starting to line up at the door. She hoped for a big crowd this evening, she needed to do a little feeding and the current options were unappealing.
With one last look around she headed to door leading out of the veil.
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Post by Gray Denure on Dec 10, 2008 14:12:07 GMT -8
The intensity of Gray’s bronze colored eyes submerged under a darker brown as his guise styled up his demonic features. Whilst walking into Avandrya Gray brushed his dark soft hair with his fingers and straightened up his black shirt collar, making his way to the bar. Leaning against the bar with his left elbow and legs stretched out diagonally crossed, Gray held his hand up signaling towards the barmen. With a quick glimpse around scanning the area for anything out of place…which of course was common for this club, seeing as nothing was ever normal here. Within seconds the barmen came back with Denure’s usual drink – payment was swapped and eventually the atmosphere inside his body settled.
Everyone always felt comfortable in their own skin in Avandrya, but unfortunately for Gray it wasn’t a case of ‘one or the other’, his guise technically was his demon, and his demon…well still his demon. If he allowed himself to show his true self then it could be more fatal for him, than for everyone else, for crowds tended to ‘unease’ his demon.
It wasn’t too long before he had caught the attention of a few females who lunged at him with their talons and squeaky ‘ha-ha’s’. The woman of the underground practically fed off men especially ones who had a good place in the World – someone with connections. The women were turned away by two guys who had some business to deal with. Gray waved them goodbye and immediately forgot what they looked like. His attention turned towards the males whom he shook hands with. Words were passed and few laughs here and there and soon enough a couple of envelopes were handed to each other, followed by another hand shake and soon business was dismissed.
Gray didn’t stay on his own for too long, people gathered beside him making themselves known and just generally had a good time. If the truth be told, he hated crowds, but it came with the nature of his job. He wasn’t famous, ‘no no’ not in that sense. Everybody wanted a piece of what he knew. He was someone who could get you ‘places’ or merely tell you what was needed to be known. He wasn’t a seer! Looking into the future was not what he did. Gray lived in the present; learned the present and saled the present.
Peering past the crowds towards the other side, Gray noticed an unusual being walking up to one of the booths in the corner; a good place to be if you didn’t want to be disturbed, although only for the staff of the club. The women played with his short hair, curling the bits that they could with their fingers, flirting immensely. The men remained cool, trying their best to fit in…at the end of the day Gray was merely the middle man.
The club seemed more quiet than usual, but it didn’t stop him from continuously scanning the club for any abnormalities.
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Post by Kalypsa Cardei on Dec 10, 2008 17:18:32 GMT -8
Kalypsa exited the throuveil and felt her guise shift back into place and sighed. She hated the way it deadened her senses… though they were still stronger than most. She paused to pin up her now brown hair and put a pair of slightly tinted glasses on. Her guise never managed to conceal her eyes. She walked through the small crowd that had already begun to gather in the mortal side of the club and headed over to the entrance to check in with security.
There was already and long line outside the doors and the music had been turned up. She smiled as the vibrations pulsed through her body and the lights flashed off the faces that passed her by. Though she hated her guise she loved the mortal crowds. The energy was always so high in Avandrya that it was practically tangible.
After checking in with the bouncer she swung by the bar, picked up her drink, and retreated to her normal spot in a darkened corner of the room. She sat back into booth and surveyed the crowd. The energy was high but not a one of them was misbehaving at the moment. She hoped the night would pick up. For now she’d sit back and hope one of these people would manage to hold her interest. She hadn’t fed in a while.
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Post by Gray Denure on Dec 11, 2008 15:56:17 GMT -8
Gray never liked to stay too long in Avandrya; sometimes he could attract unwanted attention from mindless thugs who tended to make their own rules. Other times he would be approached by those who would throw as much money at him to get some sort of answers – and then there were some people who knew how to play the game accordingly, people like Ryuu…
The curator of the throuveil was not just anyone, but an individual to keep connected to. Whether it is through business, pleasure, or merely to have your name known by, he was someone not to get on the wrong side of. Gray would occasionally pass on information or messages through Ryuu’s protectors, but lately nothing was of great importance.
However, as of late Gray was secretly hoping that perhaps that Ryuu would approach him personally. The Demon Underground had been disturbed by a frightening rumor of hunters approaching Portland. Many demons would beg for some sort of sign that this was not true, but Gray himself too was unsure of the reality of the rumors. Each night he would sleep less and less, scouting out the streets and alleys of any evidence that would aid this monstrous whisper.
Further on into the night it seemed perfectly clear that Ryuu would not be passing through any time soon. Something else had obviously caught his attention…in fact there weren’t as many protectors at the club, something was up and Gray had to find out.
It was merely seconds until Kalypsa passed by, distorting his thoughts and stealing his bronze gaze back upon her. Her eyes swiftly flashed red mimicking the colors of her gorgeously bright exotic lipstick. Gray dared not turn away from the devil’s hypnotic stare. But soon broke off as she walked away into the mundane club. Feeling quite clustered among the crowd, he felt it was time to move on out.
Whilst walking away he straightened up his blazer, grabbing with both hands on either side of the jacket to bring it back up towards his neck and flatten it down against his firm torso. Before reaching he exit he caught a quick glimpse of the demon, which hid away in one of the corner booths. He watched Cedric’s footsteps make their way into the human part of the club and chase after Kalypsa.
It seemed the humans were having a better blast than the demons. Gray looked back one more time making sure he hadn’t missed a thing, and then casually walked out of Avandrya.
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