Fantasy A Cacophony Of Noise

[Malhyanth]

A Cacophony Of Noise
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The secret realm of the supernatural...
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This story is set in the world as we know it; Earth, third planet. But beneath it's normal, everyday working, there are those that hide in the shadows, hide their true identities, and practice their crafts out of sight of the humans.


'Cacophony Of Noise' is a bar, protected by strong magiks, and hardened beasts on the doors, to stop stray humans entering in to where it is dangerous to be. There are nights when they come in anyway; you've got to give the illusion it's a normal bar, after all, but within these walls, those of a supernatural bearing are given the free reign to be themselves; to practice their crafts, talk of their hunts, make friends and comrades in arms.


There is one unending rule, however.

NEVER BRING THE ATTENTION OF MAN TO THIS DOOR WITHOUT FAIR REASON.
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The supernaturals that come to this bar are doing so to escape the hustle and bustle of human drudgery. They come be free of their second lives, if only for a night.





I am not one for character sheets, so please do jump in, and describe your character as you write.


I don't mind what character type you portray, but please no angels or demons; feel free to portray supernaturals of any folklore, but angels and demons are not permitted in this world; they are not concerned with the games of humans and their weird mutated brothers and sisters. Also; no hybrids. You may also play a human if you wish, but do not expect to get a welcome in 'Cacophony'.


My main reason for not allowing angels and demons as I don't really want this RP to spiral away from a sort of supernatural "slice of life" style RP and turn into a heaven-hell feud. As for the no hybrid rule, this is geared more towards no half humans, as this RP world has humans believing these supernaturals don't exist and thus would probably go mad if they were to experience the truth. 


List Of Accepted Species


Be aware, if they can't pass for human outside the club, or aren't able to hide their differences from the humans outside, they will likely be individuals that make use of Glamour Magiks (spells that for a time will make them look human) or will stay at The Hostel.


- Vampires


- Were(animals)


- Shapeshifters (such as kitsune, or tanuki)


- Incubus/Succubus (however alter so they aren't from hell)


- Winged people (but not angels) and Harpies


- Magical folk (witches, wizards, warlocks, enchantresses)


- Fawns and Satyrs


- Spirits and Ghosts


- Selkie


- Kishi


- Nekomata/Bakeneko


- Nymphs (such as Undine)


- Fairies/Sprites/Pixies


- Naga


- Gorgons


I am also happy to consider anything people want to create. Just mention it in ((OOC notes before your post)) so I know it's your own creation!






There are a number of NPCs I've created for now, HOWEVER, if you'd rather be the character/have a character you'd like to be in that role instead, please just make an ((OOC)) comment on your post to say as such. The following NPCs can be used to interact with in your posts:


Ira Stanton


Bar Manager


Ira is a vampire, and appears to be in her mid-thirties. She was a bar manager before her untimely death and resurrection as a vampire, and figured why change! It was hard to come to terms with initially, but when she realised her bar could be a safe haven, she suddenly started to accept her new role in life. Her appearance is not that of your typical "glamorous" vampire, but rather, she is just your average woman; a little curvier than she'd probably like, long, straight brown hair she had always wished would get some bounce, a heart shaped face, grey eyes, full lips, and pale skin.


Adrian Long


Doorman


Adrian, also known by Ade, is a werewolf. He is large, imposing, and demands respect, even from other supernaturals. He is always dressed sharply, and keeps his golden eyes hidden behind small sunglasses when working. His skin is like mocha, his black curled hair is tied up in a man-bun. His chest and shoulders fill the single doorway to the bar, so without his say so, you're unlikely to get in; the stereotypical bar doorman, really! Born a werewolf, when Ira changed the purpose of her bar, as one of the members of an influential Werewolf clans, he decided he should do his part.


Martha McAdams


Hostel Manager


When she came to the city, Martha was already an elderly hag. Plump, short, and dimpled, she is the very epitome of caring granny. Her Scottish accent is loving and welcoming, but she runs her Hostel with an iron fist to ensure it runs with precision and secrecy. She cares for each individual that comes through her door, and doesn't much care for the rawkus nature of the bar above. She is a witch, specifically a Fen Hag, and her magiks lie in the natural. She uses herbs, crystals and spell incantations to practice her craft, and is an amazing healer. She doesn't help for free though, so you'd best have what she desires, or be prepared to go get it when she requests it.


DJ Bloodsucka - Darren Vogel


House DJ


The in-house DJ, whom also lives constantly below in the Hostel, since moving to the city from the continent. A typical flirt and rawkus kid; he is a young vampire that somehow, despite his lack of secrecy, has yet to be discovered for his true identity! He is pale olive of skin tone, his dark brown eyes are almost black, his fangs are always on show over his thin lip, and his gothic, cyber-punk style seems to make him just seem like some sort of scene kid. His hair is long and black, often tied loosely with a ribbon. His DJing persona is that of a cyberpunk vampire, and yet humans that see him just think it's all an act; hiding in plain sight!






The set up of 'Cacophony' is thus:


>    Main "Dance Room" bar: This is a party room, with the long bar able to serve many when bands and singers, or the house DJ, are on the stage. This is also where a lot of liaison happens with the patrons. Sometimes humans are given the ability to come and enjoy live acts, to keep suspicion off of the bar.


>     The "Alcove": This is a quiet, VIP area. It still has the music from the dance room piped in, but quieter. Strictly no humans in this area!


>     The "Balcony": A VIP, overhead balcony that is loud, like the "Dance Room". Like the Alcove, this is strictly supernaturals only.


>     The "Hostel": Sometimes supernaturals seek safety in 'Cacophony', and need somewhere to lay low, or perhaps are new to the city. The Hostel is situated below the bar, and is simply a long, communal sleeping space, with a number of bathrooms with showers and space for dressing and getting ready. Again, strictly supernatural only.






A few rules, just for simple housekeeping sake:


> No power playing or invincible characters; they're supernatural, but not unkillable. Not that ANYONE should be killing anyone in this RP!


> Please don't purposefully make a human character enter. If you want to, please speak with me first.


> No using/controlling other characters other than the NPCs, unless you have permission; if you do, make note of it in ((OOC notes)) before your post.


> Be as descriptive as possible! Detailed, longer posts make everyone able to answer easily. Short posts will make your character difficult to interact with. Try and match the post length and description level of your writing partner.


> If you're posting to someone specific, please @tag them in an ((OOC note)). This will help people identify if your character if free for interaction. If you aren't directing at anyone specifically, don't @tag anyone and just post!


> This is set in modern London, where there are laws against guns and blades; if your character is going to have them, please make sure you go to some serious effort to secrete them, and also; reasons! Why does your character have them?


> Make your character relatable, but unique; not everyone is going to be a torture victim, a brooding vampire, a rabid werewolf. Try to be unique, but average and normal is awesome too! Be that office working werewolf lass as dowdy as the rest whom comes to the bar to let loose after work! She's just as interesting as the vampire kid that was abused and now hates everyone!

 

[Malhyanth]

The music was popping this evening, and the bar was relatively busy! Not as much as it will get, it was still early!! It was a supernatural night only, so on the door, Ade was ensuring only those that smelt like something in-human were getting in. The in-house DJ was bopping behind his booth, his unusal mix of sounds to satisfy all the ears listening, whilst still sounding awesome to any human that might hear the sounds outside was truly eclectic. The dance floor had a few bodies moving on it, the bar had a good collection of patrons; the bar staff, including Ira, were working steadily through them all.


Sat in his usual booth in the main room, was one of the werewolf patrons of the place. In most evenings, this broad, pale man was happily watching the youngsters moving on the dance floor, enjoying their night of freedom. The werewolf was more than just pale; he practically glowed white. His white hair, past his shoulders, was thick dreadlocks. Around his scarred neck, a small canine skull sat as a pendant. His red eyes were flickering, like they couldn't sit still as he watched those around him. A long scar ran down the left side of his face, lifting his lip, and pulling his face into a constant sneer, his roman nose looked like it may of been broken in his younger years. His strong jaw line held a little white stubble, fashionable, these days, it seemed. He was dressed reasonably comfortably; a grey t-shirt with some sort of red and black motif of a wolf head snarling, black jeans hugging low on his hips. For someone older, appearing mid to late thirties, he certainly dressed well, and looked fit in his human shape. 


Slender, strong hands took up a bottle, and a long draught was taken from it with a satisfied grumble. He scratched idly at his jaw, and settled back into the black suede of the booth seats. He winked at a new young waitress that walked past, hearing her giggle. She was one of his pack, he'd helped her get a job here. Ira


was a good friend to his clan. Ade has secured that for them. She returned shortly after with another long neck for him, and he waved over to Ira, whom tutted at him in an over exaggerated way across the bar, and continued her work.


'Bones' laughed quietly to himself, his black booted foot tapping along to the beat his ears picked up as a werewolf, which would be slightly different to that which the vampires could hear, different again to those that were human witches, or wizards. The group of girls on the dance floor were dancing to a slightly different tempo to those sounds Bones could hear, so he assumed, by their lithe forms and supple movements, they were vampire. One girl shifted slightly, and the reflective shine to her eyes confirmed it for him. It was nice, this ability to sit in a bar and appreciate all that lived within this city, with no fear of detection, and persecution. 

 

[Emberskull]

A tall man in a large swaying coat hobbled towards the Cacophony with an irritable look on his face.
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The music that carried through the boozy air was alluring, and he needed a drink, but detested the idea of keeping his facade any longer. It was sickening to keep two part-time jobs and his second one was the most boring, standing up all day whilst his sister counted out the generous serving six olives that went onto each Subway footlong.
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Garry eyed the bouncer as he walked by, disconcerted after having seen many others turned away. Much to his surprise, the bouncer allowed him passage through. 
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Inside, there were colours everywhere, shining against wall and eyes. It was like any normal clubhouse, that is if you looked at it correctly. Some of the customers were paler than any basement dweller could achieve, some of them hairier than even the manliest of men. They were unnatural. 
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Supernatural.
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The sound Norman made as he looked around the bar was almost a grumble, but in reality, he said; 
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"Gretta. This place seems different. I think you can come out."
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There was an incredulous grunt from where his bowels should have been. "Are you insane?! You haven't even had a drink yet and you're already considering something like that?" his stomach replied. 
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"You've got to believe me! There isn't a human in sight!" Argued the 6 foot man, shedding his large brown trench coat, much to Gretta's dispair.
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There, one on top of the other stood two gnomes.
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[Kry]

Spoiler

Slender fingers of a pale hand twitched lightly, the slight movement made the slight sound of bells fill the air. There were no bells attached to that hand or arm, that sound shouldn't have existed. It did though, and every movement this pale creature made caused the sound of bells to fill the air. Humans couldn't hear it, save those highly sensitive to supernatural and occult things, and every non human entity that existed could hear that sound. Purple eyes narrowed, that sound often drove him crazy, he had been known to lay still for hours, even days at a time to avoid that noise. Now, as he stood across the street, staring at a club that had the oddest music coming from it, he wondered if he could drown the noise out. Drown the noise out and feed.


He needed it, he ached with the need for blood. It made his veins burn with that hunger, it made his fangs ache with need. His body ached with other needs as well, and terrible memories. It had been days since he'd last fed, trying to hold out as long as possible. The last time he had fed was when the ancient Cade had made him, so that his body would be strong for the ancient as that man used him for many things. A hand lifted to run through his purple dyed hair, the same shade as his eyes, though the tips were still a vibrant blonde color. There was dark eyeliner around his eyes and a purple cross under his left eye.


The vampire had grimaced a bit at his own movement, causing that bell sound again. With a sigh of resignation, his hand lowered, and the pale five foot four vampire made his way across the street. Trying to force some thoughts from his head, he paused at the door, eyeing the doorman with an almost challenge in his eyes. He was allowed in without a problem though, and he stepped through the door rather hurriedly. Eager to meld into the crowd, to hide his movements sounds in the music that filled this place. Eager to sink his fangs into something warm and exquisite.


Still he had other needs. When he was his most vulnerable, Cade had used him, he had thought the ancient his friend, had clung to him for emotional support. Had asked him for genuine help, his request had been met with nothing but drugs and abuse of every kind. Some of it had been good, some of it had actually helped for a bit, but eventually that had become too much for this vampire. He had slipped out while Cade was asleep, and he had run. Far and fast, for a week straight he had put distance between himself and the ancient.


He licked his lips and moved further into the building. The vampire looked somewhat club ready, wearing no shirt but an open black vest with leather straps across the front, tight leather pants and two black belts criss crossed his waist. The belt loops of his pants were purple, matching his hair and eyes, those pants tight enough so that the legs were tucked neatly into his boots. Mid calf high and black with purple accents. For accessories a purple lip ring adorned his bottom lip on the right side but near the center, and a purple pumpkin was pinned to one of his belts.


The vampire looked this way and that as he moved, before deciding to make a bee line for the bar. There were no humans here, he couldn't smell them, but there was a multitude of other creatures. Once he reached the bar, he slipped onto a seat easily, and lifted a hand to flag down the bartender and inquire about ordering something that could satisfy his hunger.

 

[madame moiselle]

(Can I join this RP?)
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[Malhyanth]

((Go ahead @Esther_Silvers! Just jump in with an introductory post at any time!!)

 

[madame moiselle]

(Guys, I was trying to hide my picture content, but I accidentally hid my entire post! Can anyone tell me how to unhide it?)
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[Malhyanth]

((Don't worry, just post it anyway c; I'm not sure how to undo that!))

 

[Kry]

][You have to get an Admin or Mod to fix it for you.][

 

[madame moiselle]

(No, it's okay.   I'll just have to restart)
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[Malhyanth]

((I'll wait to post till you do @Esther_Silvers))

 

[madame moiselle]

"Come on, Aleria. Just a little more."
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"It hurts, Christopher--it's hurts so much..."
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"Shh, it's going to be alright. We'll find a place for you, to get the help you need."
 
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The night stretched wide like an endless, black abyss, a thousand blinking lights splashed across the sky. A full, luminescent moon stole the show, bathing the land below with it's creamy light.  
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Steps could be heard walking across the darkened street. Not only footsteps, but hoof-steps as well. Two figures roamed the roads at night; one concealing their identity with a large, black cloak, while the other wore a simple leather coat, supporting their injured friend. Their names were Christopher Quill, and Aleria Switchfoot.
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This pair was a very unlikely one. You see, Christopher Quill was a werewolf, able to change to the canine at will. Aleria Switchfoot was a fawn, whose personality didn't quite match her being. Not only did wolves eat these timid creatures, but deer were supposed to avoid the predators completely. But alas, a twist of fate had led these two together, and it has been so ever since.
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Christopher and Aleria had been walking for ages now. It didn't help that Christopher was exhausted; keeping up his human form all night to support his friend was definitely taxing. A freak accident had led to a bloody, broken deer leg. With supernaturals not exactly welcome in doctors' offices, they pair had to resort to searching help under the cover of night.
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Fortunately, Christopher's heightened senses were keener than ever, and soon, the werewolf soon picked up sounds. Sounds of joyous laughter, electrifying music and a multitude of scents. The amount was so overwhelming, that it took Christopher longer than usual to recognize these unnatural clusters of smells. They weren't natural at all; in fact, it seemed almost supernatural. 
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As quickly as he could, Christopher led himelf and the nearly unconscious Aleria to the source to such discoveries. Soon, Christopher found himself staring at a sign that read 'Cacophony Bar", and the building that went with it. Not hesitating at all, Christopher did his best to go up to the door, and knock like the world depended on it. 
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"Please, let us in! We need help!"
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@Kry
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@Emberskull
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@Malhyanth
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(Christopher in his wolf form)

 

[Firebright]

(Is it too late for me to join?)

 

[madame moiselle]

(Well, it says you can just jump in without a character sheet, so...  @Firebright)
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[Firebright]

(yeah, exactly what i was thinking. If my presence is an issue he can boot me) 

Alyssa Muir:
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Alyssa was sitting at a secluded table sipping on water. Her long lavender hair looked could pass for dyed hair in front of the humans. Her violet eyes looked like contacts. Her point ears could be hidden easily by her hair. To those in this bar she was a faerie, her silvery freckles gave that away. Her tiny pouty lips were unnaturally red, her tiny nose unturned and her big eyes looked around. She wore a small black top with ripped lace sleeves, a small black skirt with layers and fishnet tights. She finished off the out fit with big black platform boots. She was 5'1 in height with the boots on. She heard a call from the door and wondered if the others had heard it. Her violet eyes glanced around the room. 

 

[Malhyanth]

((All welcome, I'll post again myself later tonight!! Though @Esther_Silvers, the door wouldn't be closed, but would have a burley werewolf standing in the way c; Up to you if you wish to change it and use the NPC, or I can make something up for you when I post))

 

[FantasticNightDreams]

Yue was still new to this whole "Vampire" thing. He's only drank blood once in the entire 2 weeks he's been a vampire, and was still getting used to it, not yet comfortable with the fact that his new diet consisted of the liquid used to keep humans alive.


Speaking of humans, his human sister, Ri, was taking this rather well... It was almost scary how such a young girl was okay that her brother was dead-but-not-dead.


... And gay.


Yue decided to view Ri's open mindedness as a sign that he's doing well raising her by himself. Raising little girls was harder than it looks. He's not looking forward to "The talk" at all... At least he didn't have to do this alone.


Michael, the love of his life and now death. His "master." He was the one who turned him, made him a vampire. He encompassed everything Yue wanted in a boyfriend. Smart, handsome, energetic, social... Everything Yue wasn't, basically. They've been together for almost a year now. There was even talk of marriage. Yue wasn't going to lie, he really didn't think he'd get to marry anyone by the time he turned 25. That seemed like an impossibility. He didn't think it would happen so fast, either. Of course, there was a catch to marriage.


Michael had given him the choice to become a vampire, and Yue took it. He wanted to be with Michael. He was very sure Michael was the one for him. Sure, things would be harder and different as a vampire, but Yue felt that as long as he was with Michael, it would be okay. Things are going to be okay... Right?


Yue and Michael walked down the street, headed to this famous bar for "supernaturals only." Michael was excited to bring Yue with him.


"You've never been in many bars have you, love?" He asked, and arm hooked with Yue's.


"No... I've never been one for drinking. Can I even drink alcohol like this?" Yue asked, leaning on Michael's shoulder.


"Of course you can! I do it all the time!" Michael said with a grin. "I'll ask the bar tender to make you something a little special. She's a vampire, like us. She'll know exactly what to give you for your first drink..."


"Well, I... I guess I could try..." Yue said, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.


Yue was a short 5'5", as usual for his obviously Asian heritage. Narrow brown eyes, which had a habit of turning red once in awhile. Short black hair, and was rather unkempt, though it seemed to look like it was styled to be that way. He wore a black blazer, with a black shirt underneath that had a faint skull design at the bottom corner. He wore brown pants, that looked semi-formal, held up by a darker brown belt. He wore simple, black sneakers.


Michael was about 6 feet tall, and had a "businessman" type of look. He wore glasses that he didn't really need, and had green eyes, though they could turn red if he so wished. Slicked back, black hair, with carefully trimmed and maintained sideburns. Who says vampires don't grow facial hair? He wore a blue tartan shirt, with black pants, and wore leather shoes.


((You said to just jump in, so I did! @Esther_Silvers is alright if I respond to you, or are you waiting for someone else?))

 

[Malhyanth]

((@FantasticNightDreams; you're very welcome c; I'll jump in now, but anyone that sees this post after, and still wants to jump in, please do so!!))




@Esther_Silvers


Ade looked behind himself as the door knocked; it must have blown shut when he'd allowed in the strange fellow with the long coat! He opened it, his golden eyes behind their glasses surveying those in front of him. He ushered them in quickly, smelling blood and pain. He pointed to a staircase that spiralled down.


"Down there young'uns. Speak to Martha. She'll get you settled." He said little else, but pulled a pager type computer out of his jacket pocket, and punched a few buttons on it before opening the door for them. He then took up position in the open door, ensuring that it was clipped back so people didn't have to knock.




@Kry


Ira watched the young fellow with the purple and blond hair plonk himself down, and approached with a broad smile. She could see from the off he was a vampire, so there was only really one thing many of them were interested in. She pulled a bottle off a certain part of the cabinet and showed it to the youngster.


"Lookin' at you, I'd say you were a blood vodka man, rather than a blood wine man!" Her smile was fun and flirty as she looked the guy over. "First time? I'm Ira, owner and proprietor! You come to me if you need anythin', a'ight sugar?" She poured a healthy glass of blood vodka on the rocks for the young vampire, and winked at him. "First one's on the house, darlin'."


She bustled off down the bar to talk to a young slip of a girl that may or may not have been fae.





From his booth, Bones glugged on a long neck and watched the dancing with amused eyes. A few kitsune wandered past flicking him coy looks, their long tails flicking as they giggled through their fingers. Bones was a regular here most evenings, so it wasn't surprising people were aware of him. His booth was always his. There were rumours of a young group of vampires that had been thrown, bodily and literally, through the door to the street for lipping at him and saying they'd arrived first. Ira had simply shrugged and stated it was Bones' seat; anyone brave enough to argue with had best have the guts to carry through the argument!


Bones gave them a small salute, and continued to watch the creatures upon the dance floor. He was often invited to join others there, but he was not really a dancer. He'd been used as a prop for dancing, true, like the pole dancers' pole, or something like that, but he himself very rarely went beyond getting a foot tapping. His attention was drawn to new people walking through the door; it was always a place of new faces; the strange reveal of two gnomes standing comedy style on each other's shoulders drew a smirk, the purple haired kid being flirted with by Ira very outrageous. He looked liked he'd get on well with DJ Bloodsucka.


Bones smirked again at his mental assessment of those entering. One of the good things about being a regular here; you could tell so fast whom was new and whom was here far more than they probably should be, Bones included. And making an inner story for them, especially when they were unlikely to return, if they were just in town for various gatherings and such. His nose picked up a slight waft of blood, and of an unfamiliar werewolf. His red eyes cast a look to the entrance stairwell, but nobody came down. Another for the Fen Hag then!! He'd have to investigate if there was a new wolf within his Tribe's jurisdiction.

 

[Firebright]

Alyssa stood as the door was answered and she walked towards the bar. Where she saw young man with similarly colored hair. She sat down and flashed him a smile showing off her dimples. She could tell he wasn't in the mood to talk so she just moved her attention to the bartender. "May I just have another water please?" She said it in her sweet voice. Her fingers absentmindedly tore another hole in her sleeves. She shivered, thinking that it was too cold in this bar. 

 

[Kry]

@Malhyanth ][tagged you cause my charrie is moving past yours. didn't know if you'd wanna do anything or not. Long post is long. ][


Blood...vodka? The hell was a blood vodka? Bell had tilted his head, that small motion adding the sound of silver bells to the noise that already filled this place, at the female bartender and stared at her with a hint of confusion in those eyes as she showed him a bottle, then poured him a glass. On the rocks. The hell did he need ice for? Blood was supposed to be warm and gooey. Well, not really gooey. That wasn't the point! His brow creased and he looked as if he wanted to flag down the bartender again. On the house? Did he look like a charity case? Maybe? Or was she being so nice because he still had the scent of an Ancient all wrapped around his lithe figure?


This place pissed him off, but then, everything tended to piss Bell off. There wasn't much in this world that didn't send the vampire spiraling into anger or frustration. He stared at that glass as if it were going to bite him, and he stared at it long and hard. He was eager to sink his fangs into something warm and fleshy, but if he had, he wouldn't have drank much. Just enough to be able to keep that hunger in check. The old creature was quite literally half starving himself.


That sound again, the one of tiny bells, only partially obscured by the music, filled the air around him again as he moved. An arm lifted and fingers curled around that glass. Hesitantly it was brought to his lips, it wasn't a large glass, but Bell only drank about half of it, which was not very much. That nose wrinkled a bit in disdain. It was cold, it left an aftertaste on his tongue. It was almost the same as drinking from a drunkard, which he had been known to do on occasion, almost the same, but cold. Bell shivered, setting the half empty glass down and shoving it away. For a moment the hunger inside of him flared up, teased by that taste, the burn in his veins, the ache in his fangs, but then it eased.


Bell relaxed a bit, only to tense up and turn when the scent of blood seemed to drift in and to him from, he wasn't sure where. He was looking towards the entrance way, those purple eyes narrowed darkly. The scent wasn't human, but it was warm, it made that hunger flare to life and he had just gotten it under control. This was annoying. He even made a sound of annoyance as he grabbed that glass and finished his drink in one gulp, with a dissatisfied face, and the sound of bells accompanying his every move. That glass was put back on the counter, as his purple eyes searched for the source of the delicious scent.


He should probably leave, get out of here before he lost control. He was barely hanging on as it were. He was tormenting himself, when he could have just stayed in Cade's modern castle and allowed the ancient to continue tormenting and using him. It wasn't much different...Except that it was completely different. The drugs had helped, forcing a human to take them, and then draining her blood. It had been euphoric in ways Bell couldn't describe, it had dulled the pain. It had been terrible when he was coming down though, and it had all just made it easier for Cade to take advantage of him.


Some girl had sat near him, Bell glanced at her, she had lavender hair, he didn't care. He was standing and feeling a little unsteady on his feet. His purple eyes were glowing a bit though, glowing with the hunger. With that fresh scent so close, so inhuman, it was so hard to resist. He hadn't had a proper feed in a while. That blood vodka should've helped him keep himself under control, and it would have if there weren't the scent of fresh, inviting blood on the air.


Bell needed a distraction, but he didn't exactly have one. He started moving, his feet carrying him past the booths. The scent of werewolf, close to him, caused him to hesitate and look at the man in the booth he was moving next to. The hunger burned brightly in his eyes, obvious to those that were familiar with vampire kind, as he looked at this werewolf. Bell didn't want to think about werewolves, but now that he was, there was a werewolf scent entwined gently with that blood scent. For half a moment, Bell wondered if the werewolf he had just passed could hear the sound of his movements.


It didn't matter, and though Bell didn't want to feed. Didn't want to sink his fangs into something warm and exquisite, his fangs desperately did. He seemed to sway lightly as he moved, mentally cursing himself for coming here. He should have stayed with Cade.

 

[Malhyanth]

@Firebright


Ira smiled at the girl, half an eye on the strangely dressed vampire that had decided to move off from the bar after acting rather snooty over her offer of a free drink. She caught the eye of Bones, whom was sat where he was now passing, and sent him a face that said 'investigate'. She then promptly went about her business on the bar, knowing the werewolf would have her back.


"Just water darlin'? We're a bar you know, far more interesting things to wet any appetite!" She grinned, and turned her back to the girl for a moment. "How about I whip you up a nice Fizzy Nectar? No alcohol, if that's your deal! Just sweet, fizzy goodness. You are fae right? I got you down right? I know most of my clientele just by sight, but we been gettin' a lot of newbies in here recently!" Ira smiled again as she got the necessary ingredients to make the mocktail most favoured by the fae-folk of her establishment. Honeysuckle extract, honey syrup, tonic, and a little sugar to run the glass, plenty of crushed ice, and a beautiful honeysuckle bloom on the top, all served in a martini glass. She pushed it towards the girl.


"Go on. My treat. Why don't you chat a while with me, tell me what a pretty lil thing like you is hangin' out in a place like this! Not that there is anything wrong with my establishment, I'll have you know, but still. We don't get many fae-folks here's about. They stick more to the forests and glens, after all!"




@Kry


A simple nod was all that was given to the bar owner as the strange vampire started to walk past his table. Though his eyes were not the sharpest due to his albinism, his hearing was pretty spot on, and this vampire jangled and jingled like he was a bloody christmas decoration. The pale werewolf let the supposed kid walk past, but felt his intense, aged eyes bore holes into the side of his head. This was an old vampire, and one with issues!


Bones slid out of his booth, and quickly stepped up behind the vampire, gently placing a hand on his shoulder to direct him away from the blood scent. Whatever was going on up stairs, this kid wasn't going to get to it. Ade would have it under control, and would be directing whomever was injured to the Fen Hag. Someone with a taste for blood going up at this moment was not likely to make Ade a happy man. And that was a werewolf even Bones wasn't going to tangle with!!


"Ay oop little fella." He whispered as he directed the small vampire to a small alcove just past the spiral stairs up to the entrance. "Newbies like djou don't get to just 'ead tovards zhe scent of blood vhen it presents itself." He stood back, hands on hips to grin at the vampire, slightly sharper teeth than the average human showed to the vampire to show he wasn't necessarily a threat, but certainly could be, if pushed. "Zhis place is clearly a new one to djou, is ok, I'll explain. Zhis is a safe 'aven to zhose like us; supernaturals. Djou are not, vhilst in zhis place, permitted to 'unt, nor eat, zhose zhat enter. Yes, I'll admit, vhatever little venison creature got itself chewed up up zhere is doing crazy zhings to my tastebuds too, but Ira is strict on zhe no eating, attacking, biting or general bad be'aviour tovards


ozher supernaturals vhilst djour inside 'er valls." He leant in closer, putting his muscled arm out over the vampires head and leaning against the wall, leaning in close so his lips were close to his ear.


"Not zhat I 'ave issue zhis potentially seeking out zhe prey in zhis bar and may'ap following it 'ome and tearing it apart zhere." He leant back with a wink. "In 'ere, zhough? Ve stick to Ira's laws. She is a stronger vampire zhen maybe djou give credit for, 'mm? Go back to zhe bar, try somezhing else if her blood booze isn't to djour liking, but keep vizhin 'er laws, or Ade-y boy upstairs vill 'elp djou find zhe street!" His laugh was genuine as he pushed himself away, almost sashaying his way back to his seat, to find his drink had been whisked away. It had been dregs left anyway, so he diverted and stepped to the bar.


He held up a finger to the barman that served him, some new little fellow that seemed to have some odd twitch, and a scent of fire to him; a nymph, of some kind, Bones had been led to believe. He grinned at the kid, and pointed out the vampire guy too. When the barman went for the vodka again, Bones shook his head, and motioned to the wine. Perhaps


this vampire would find that more to his tastes? It had very little alcoholic content, was more of a blast of intense blood flavour and was a great way to ease


the burning in the veins. Bones was even partial to it, on a full moon, when holding the beast inside in check was harder. The urge to howl and rut under a full moon was often a hard thing to keep buried in the pit of his belly. It was a rare day in this city you could get the freedom to go for a good run, release the need to hunt. There were a few good parks for it, but he tended to wait till he could get out the city on a short break, go somewhere like Bodmin, or Shropshire, and chase the moon on the open field and downs. Once the drinks were served, Bones carried them to his circular booth, getting into his seat, leaving the blood wine clear in sight of the vampire he'd warned.

 

[madame moiselle]

(I've joined a lot of RPs, and it's hard for me to keep u[ :/  Sorry guys. It's harder when life get's in the way..I promise to post later!)
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[madame moiselle]

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Christopher found himself looking straight into the otherworldly golden eyes of a large man. Christopher was too distracted to notice that this man was a fellow werewolf; his mind more on Aleria and her near-unconscious state. Christopher followed the doorman's gaze that pointed to a staircase spiraling downwards. The doorman opened the door via buttons, but Christopher hesitated for a second, just a mere second, catching the movement and scent of a vampire. There were many scents here, many of which the lone wolf had yet to recognize, but this one seemed more malevolent. He shouldn't expect any less from a vampire. Bastard creatures, they were. However, Christopher had no time to investigate; as soon as the doorman made it possible, Christopher went down the staircase. Unfortunately, Aleria was suddenly extremely heavy, and Christopher took extra time and effort to guide her don gently and slowly. Finally, the pair had made it down. The doorman had went back to his post, leaving Christopher and Aleria at the mercy of this 'Martha' woman.


@Malhyanth


@Kry

 

[Malhyanth]

((Guys, please make use of the NPCs yourselves c; I don't mind, but they're there to further your own stories too. Also, don't worry about speed; you take as long as you need c)




@Esther_Silvers


Adrian watched the werewolf and his odd, prey conpanion disappear through the door to the Hostel. He too had felt the intention of a vampire within, but knew there were plenty within whom would take care of him if he became a nuisance. Closing the door to the Hostel, Adrian returned to his post at the front of the bar.


Below ground, below even the bar, Martha resided. She was old, she was round, and she was wrinkled and dimpled. Her blue eyes hold a crisp shine; so young and vibrant in such a withered face. Her small hands were busy with a pestle and mortar as the pair came down the stairs. The auric glow around them told the Fen Hag a lot, and she pushed back her unruly, silver hair.


"Och, wut d'we have here then?" Her voice was large and commanding, her round body bustling out from her designated workshop area. Herb hung from the ceiling, low enough for her to reach easily; the granite worktops had various pestle and mortars in different shapes, sizes and materials. An old style metal kettle sat upon a hearth, the fire low, warm and inviting. Fresh herbs and spices lived in all manner of compartments and boxes, crystals of every shape and colour  sat upon her work spaces. A bookshelf of recipe, spell, and potion books lined one wall of this workspace.


The Fen Hag motioned they sit, and she watched them, awaiting their tale.

 

[Pastel47]

Ciara Brady:
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Ciara Brady was one of the many faerie folk from Ireland. She has a very gentle innocent complexion with long frizzy red hair, deep green eyes, pale face full of freckles. She hadn't had her wings out as she had used a spell and was used to hiding them from "Normal Folk" in fact she look like any old human except for the fact that she dressed up in more "faerie attire" wearing charm bracelets, obviously homemade dress from materials she bought from hidden faerie stalls. The magic dress had glow a bright sunset orange colour even with no light in the room. She wore shoes she had made from the soft wood she grew in her garden on her very rare faerie oak tree. Her hair mostly unbrushed and her face almost bare of makeup except a small amount of lip gloss on her lips. She was running late arriving here (as usual) and didn't have time to get ready. Ciara sighed and went into the bar not liking the loud music and bustly vibe from the bar. It wasn't like her quiet cozy pubs she would visit relax back in Ireland after a long and stressful day at work. She sat alone at the end of the bar secretly wishing someone would talk to her.