Fantasy A Cacophony Of Noise

[Firebright]

Alyssa smiled at the bartender, "That is lovely, thank you. As for why I'm here I don't really know. I don't fit in much with the other fae so I just came. I like the atmosphere in here." She took a sip of her drink and grinned, it really was lovely and exactly what she needed. "So you know what creature everyone here is?"


@Malhyanth

 

[Kry]

@Malhyanth


A hand on his shoulder, that scent of werewolf uncomfortably close, had Bell tensing and half turning to look at the one that had approached him. Words were spoken in his ear, but before he could turn and face this person, that strong hand was gently directing him to a small alcove. Once in the alcove, Bell turned to face that werewolf, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning against the wall almost casually. The hunger made his purple eyes glow, and the expression on his face was one of pure annoyance. It wasn't the werewolf that annoyed him so greatly though, he was mostly annoyed at himself. As per usual, the sound of jingling bells had followed the vampire's every movement.


Now that he had stopped moving, that sound had stopped, and he let his hungry gaze roam all over the werewolf. Bell had a special taste for werewolves. They were undoubtedly his prominent poison of choice, they were the most passionate, the most wild, and gave themselves wholly to those they were loyal too. His dead heart ached with pain, his chest felt tight, as if there were a heavy weight upon it. It as that feeling that he had been trying hard to drown out by letting Cade do as he had pleased. Bell's eyes narrowed a bit as this white wolf spoke. Telling him the rules.


What kind of place catered to supernaturals but didn't offer them warm bodies to devour? When that werewolf leaned in close, bringing those lips close to Bell's ear, the vampire moved. That movement punctuated by the light sound of tiny bells, as he unfolded his arms from his own chest and rested his hands on the wolf's chest. A slight pressure, as if warning the other not to get too close. That wolf's scent filled Bell's head, it made his head swim for a moment, made that hunger burn brighter and ache harder in his veins.


Then the werewolf was pulling back, turning and moving away. For a while Bell just stood there, his hands still up and those purple eyes watching that butt as it moved far from him. He blatantly stared as the werewolf ordered the drinks and returned to the booth, leaving one in clear view of Bell. Was that drink meant for him? He didn't want it. He had a distraction now though, all he wanted right now was being closer to that werewolf, or perhaps any wolf. Bell would use the albino creature the way Cade had used him so often recently. As a means to ease his own suffering.


Those arms lowered, and he moved. Making his way confidently to that booth, and sitting down in the seat across from the werewolf. The look on Bell's face was one of disdain and annoyance though. He lifted that wine glass, sniffed it, made a disgusted face and put it back on the table. He was more than half tempted to lob it across the room. He leaned back in his seat, arms crossing across his chest, that expression turning to a pout. That scent of fresh, warm blood still hovered at the edges of his senses.


"You're wrong, I wasn't going to eat anyone." He was pouting though, looking somewhat like a child that had been caught doing something bad. "I'm not even hungry, and this swill..." He gestured towards the glass of wine with hand and the sound of bells for a moment. "..Isn't worth the attention of any vampire." That hand then moved, pointing angrily at the werewolf in front of him, that movement causing the soft sound of bells, though that soft sound almost seemed as angry as the vampire. "And lost dogs should mind their own business." That hand lowered, again with the sound of bells. Every small movement the vampire made seemed to make that sound, even the slightest twitch of his fingers.


His pout had changed to an almost challenging glare, but truthfully Bell was glad for the distraction. He didn't want to eat, he didn't want to really think about warm fresh blood, but as a vampire that thought was generally never far from his thoughts. No matter what. Though he wished his distraction had not come in the form of a werewolf.

 

[Malhyanth]

@Firebright


Ira looking at the girl as she tried the drink and loved it, grinning wide to reveal her fangs. She stuck out a hip and placed a hand upon it, striking a dynamic pose. She waved a hand over the whole bar and winked at the girl.


"It's my domain honey! It's my business to know whom and what everyone is! This is a safe haven for us all, after all! Go mingle, honey! I have stood and chatted to you long enough! There are plenty more interesting than me!" Her giggle was infectious as she turned to the next customer, and started their order.




@Kry


The laugh that echoed from the werewolf's chest was jovial and he picked up his own glass, moving on from the long necks to the whiskey. He was so pleased he could enjoy these tastes, whereas this grumpy little vampire couldn't relax. He sipped his drink, and swirled it around the glass before leaning back into his booth, arms out along the back, still swirling his drink. This vampire amused him greatly!


"Dogs should mind zheir own business? Kid, djou crack me up! Zhis place is my business!" He leant forward again, scratching at his chest through his t-shirt. "Vizhout zhis place, I vould probably be dead by now!" He laughed again, waving to a couple that walked past, though what they were was always a mystery to Bones. The pair were always in together, but they kept to themselves. He turned his attention back to the vampire. He was only partially aware the bell sounds he was hearing was coming from this vampire. He had been assuming it was some weird addition to DJ Bloodsucka's weird, eccentric mix.


"Ira vill be disappointed djou don't like 'er blood drink concoctions! She brews zhem 'erself for djou vamp types! May'ap djou're just being stubborn?" A mischievous look passed his features as he leaned in again, offering his own glass for a toast. "Cheers, comrade. 'Ow about djou loosen up. 'Ave a bit of fun? Zhere are girls 'ere of all races zhat find a bit of bat-boy exotic and alluring. And it vouldn't be against zhe rules if zhey offer." He cast his eye over the dance floor, pressing a finger to his front teeth and sucking in a breath at some of the dancing going on there, his eyes appraising that which was being shown off. "Must confess, I am not much of a dancer. Djou, zhough. Djou look like djou 'ave some mean moves." He grin was mischievous again.

 

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"Bring her here," commanded the old woman, Martha, her plump finger pointing to a cot. Christopher practically dragged Aleria, his strength almost spent. Summoning the last ounce of his strength, the werewolf gently put his friend down on the cot, realizing she had already fallen to the darkness. Was she dead? Or unconscious? A pierce of panic and disbelief struck him in the heart; she couldn't be dead. She just couldn't! If she was...that would mean..that would mean..Christopher couldn't finish the thought. It was too painful and unbearable. However, the thought finished itself. If she was dead, it would be all his fault. 
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"Well, well, well..." murmured Martha, waddling over to Aleria with her steely gaze sweeping over Aleria's broken, bloody leg. A moment later, she was all over her low-ceiling workshop, grabbing herbs and bottles, and began mixing a concoction, all form her cauldron. "Get those clean sheets over there," she ordered Christopher, glancing towards a wooden shelf. Christopher did as he was ordered, though he hated being bossed around, it didn't matter right now. Aleria needed his help. 
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"Make sure they soak up th'blood," continued Martha. "Once that's done, I'll put this here salve on that poor girl's wound. Gonna soothe the pain and kill those nasty bacteria vermin." Christopher wondered whether to trust this odd woman, seeing that all she had were herbs and bottles, while other modern doctors had pills and medications. Better equipment, was all he was saying. But Martha was all they had; Christopher had no choice but to trust her, and hope for the best. 
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An hour later, Martha had put the homemade salve on, and splints too. Aleria was conscious, but she was battling a fever. Her pale skin was as hot as a furnace to the touch, and she was sweating up a storm. Christopher was by her side, his calloused hand on her slender one.
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"Now, you mind tellin' me how she got that nasty wound on her leg?" Martha was sitting down on a wooden chair, her expectant gaze resting on Christopher, and instantly, a flood of guilt and shame entered his face. He looked away, unable to produce an answer.
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"Well?" inquired Martha. "We don't have all night."
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Christopher sighed. The story was a simple one. The werewolf and doe's friendship was considered very taboo and controversial, especially to those werewolves who eat does like Aleria, and the it's the same vice versa. Despite this, Christopher and Aleria's friendship bloomed, and they traveled everywhere together. But there was a secret that Christopher hated to tell others. Being a young werewolf, Christopher had yet to control his wolfish desires and impulses. They came at the most unexpected moments, and once they were there, Christopher was no longer himself. He was just a feral, hungry werewolf. These kinds of fierce instincts were there because werewolves and vampires, back in the day, were archenemies. Werewolves relied on their disastrous impulses and desires to kill for the vampires, and it was the same for vampires. In this day and age, the werewolves were taught to control these deadly instincts, and as a result, lived rather peacefully. the same could not be said for the vampires unfortunately.  
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Obviously, there were downsides to Christopher and Aleria's friendship. The most important, and most deadly one, was the fact Christopher could unexpectedly turn into this 'feral' side of himself, and attack Aleria without restraint of his actions.
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"I've done it before," said Christopher. "Turned into the feral side of myself, with intentions to--to kill Aleria. But Aleria always managed to calm me down. I don't know how she does it, but she does. I ask her, but she never gives me an answer. Still, I've never managed to hurt her in any way up until now." the werewolf took another deep breath, and continued, "It--it took over me, and I couldn't stop it. I attacked Aleria while we were walking on the side of a highway, and thankfully, turned back into a human at the nick of time. Once I saw what I had done...I.." Christopher shook his head, unable to continue. 
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Martha nodded, her eyes filled with understanding and thoughtfulness. After a long moment, she stood up, and dusted herself off. "Well then, Christopher Quill," she started, walking over to him. "You can go back upstairs. Enjoy yourself; get a bite to eat. You can leave Aleria to me, and I promise, she'll be up and feeling top notch before the clock strikes three am."
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Christopher smiled slightly, grateful for Martha's generosity and kindness. He glanced at his best friend one more time before leaving, returning back upstairs into the fray. 
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@Malhyanth
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@Kry
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@Firebright
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@FantasticNightDreams
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[Kry]

@Malhyanth


Bell glared hard when the werewolf laughed at him, it was easy to be angry. It was so easy to let the anger just overwhelm everything else inside of him. Someone had once told him that vampires didn't have emotions, only the memory of them, but Bell certainly had emotions. If he had ever had doubts, they were laid to rest a month or so ago. So Bell let the anger wash over him, nearly take over him, for now though he was still mostly in control of himself. When the wolf said without this place he'd have been dead by now, Bell could understand that sentiment, but understanding didn't make him any less angry. Any less volatile. More often than not, this vampire was a ticking time bomb waiting to go off.


When it was mentioned that woman, Ira, would be disappointed Bell shrugged and sneered a bit. "If she offered something a vampire would actually want to put in his mouth, she'd have nothing to be disappointed about." His hand moved, followed by the sound of those bells, and he gripped the glass of blood wine. For half a moment it looked like he might throw it across the room, he really wanted to, instead he just held it for now as the wolf spoke. Those purple eyes glanced over to the girls that the werewolf mentioned, and pure disinterest flit across his features quickly. His maker had been a female, and she had cured him of any attraction he ever had or ever could have towards women. She was dead now. Long dead, by his own hands.


"I don't dance, I don't need to loosen up, and I'm not hungry. I wasn't going to eat anyone." That last line was a lie, Bell was hungry, but this distraction was good. It helped him forget and ignore the burn in his veins and ache in his fangs. His grip on that blood wine tightened, and his arm moved. That sound of bells accenting the movement as always, he held the glass out at his side, turned it sideways and let go. The wine spilled, the glass dropped, shattering on the floor in the puddle of blood wine.


The look on the vampire's face as his purple eyes locked with the wolf's eyes was half angry and half challenging. Picking a fight was easy. Bell was good at picking fights. It was his favorite thing to do when he was tired of trying to deal with his emotions. Just get lost in the violence. Those arms crossed at his chest, and he made no movement, just stared at the wolf. Waiting for that man's reaction.

 

[Firebright]

Alyssa looked around wondering who to talk to. She wasn't much and most overlooked her. She heard glass shatter and jumped up. Her eyes locking on the vampire. She shivered as beams of light lit up in her palm. They warped themselves into small razor edged knives the she gripped tightly as she backed into the bar in fear. Her violet eyes locked on the danger. She had needed action but she didn't want a fight necessarily. Though she would fight if needed. 

 

[Malhyanth]

@Kry


The critical eye was only on the vampire for a moment, before his infectious grin returned with a raucous laugh. One of the waitresses, a young witch, scurried across and cleared the glass, bowing her head to the vampire as she touched some of the pieces and they sprang back together in a pop of light, and she mopped up the spilt liquid before scurrying off. The werewolf leant back in his seat. The kid wanted a fight, but the werewolf was above that, and would let him look the fool.


"Djou are priceless, Tinkerbell." He scratched idly at his chest, and downed the last of his whiskey. It was a shame this moody child-like vampire had to act the way he was. He could sense Ira's sharp grey eyes staring over the bar, trying to get his attention to throw the kid out, but Bones wasn't going to give him that pleasure. He was going to act like a petulant child, Bones would treat him like one. He would ignore him, and continue on to the next new face.


"If djou are done zhroving djour tantrum, 'ow about djou go find djourself a friend somevhere else. Djou bore me vizh djour moody teenager performance. I prefer to speak vizh adults, and zhose zhat can appreciate a good bar is for good friendships to be made." His red eyes finally looked at the vampire, and though his grin was amicable, his eyes were hard.

 

[Kry]

@Malhyanth


Bell did not like the reaction he got, he wasn't used to getting a lack of a violent one. When he picked fights, fights generally happened. So the vampire wasn't entirely sure what he should do next. Of course it irritated him, made him angrier, but he was still at a loss for what to do next. He wanted violence, practically craved it, even though in his current state, he would have most certainly lost a fight with this werewolf. It didn't matter. Bell grit his teeth, staring hard at the man across the table from him. Staring hard with eyes that still glowed with the hunger of a vampire. He had ignored whoever had come to clean up his mess, his attention completely on the werewolf.


His eyes had narrowed when the other called him 'Tinkerbell'. It was not the first time he'd been called that in his vampiric life and he was certain it wouldn't be the last. He still hated it. He wanted to hit this guy. Really hard. In the face. Maybe rearrange his nose to the other side of his face. Bell growled lightly. "A good bar and friendships? I've no need of friends," His expression turned especially sour at the mention of friends. All friends were good for were dying or just using you. Bell had gone through enough of that to last him several life times. "...If this was a good bar for creepos like us, they wouldn't serve undrinkable swill to a vampire.." His arms remained crossed at his chest, and he remained sitting there.


Bell had no intention of leaving. Not when he had such a good distraction to keep him distracted from how he truly felt. Certainly other vampires didn't mind the blood concoction served here, but Bell had been cooped up in a castle for many a year, with a nice village settled near by. He always had a fresh supply of food. He couldn't really remember how long it had been since he had last set foot in a proper human city. Other than tonight, obviously. Society had changed much. "....I...don't get out much, things are...different here than I'm used to.." It wasn't an apology, but the words were spoken softly almost like he was ashamed of them, but it was mostly just an excuse to explain some of his behavior. Bell's main problem was, he normally just had a bad attitude.


That sound of bells filled the air between them as he moved an arm, his hand reaching into a pocket and then coming out. He placed a pile of coins on the table between them. The coins were old and looked to be European, but even most places in Europe didn't take those coins anymore. "Here.." He pushed those coins closer to the other male, with a look on his face that said he really didn't enjoy doing something like this. "...to cover the cost of the drink you got me...the one I wasted on the floor." Bell certainly didn't like being in this position, didn't like being the one apologizing for things. He just wanted to express himself through anger and violence. Both arms were once again crossed across his chest, and he was staring down at the table. Or rather, glaring down at the table.

 

[Malhyanth]

@Kry


The broad werewolf watched the war play over the vampire's face, a smirk settled on his scarred face, his white head tilted to the side a little. This guy was cute in his own way, but his attitude stank. Bones listened, however to his woeful little story, and nodded. He knew vampires had a habit of practically hibernating to get through decades they were finding boring, or if they had simply tired of the world about them for a while. Perhaps this guy had just re-entered society to find it substantially different to the one he'd left. Bones was shocked when he pushed forward the foreign coins, and he reached out, covering Bell's smaller hand with his own, patting it gently.


"Djou vant to apologise? Just get me anozher vhiskey, and ve'll call it quits, eh?" The mischievous smile was back, and he winked at the vampire before leaning back in his seat. "Zhis is a vierd vorld ve now in'abit." Bones geatured around the club with a wide grin. "Zhese are our safe 'avens now. Zhere are not many around 'oo don't know vhere Cacophony is in zhis town." The werewolf picked up the glass that had held his drink, and looked the fine patterns over, watching the refractions and reflections dance over the table.


"As I said, zhere are people 'ere 'oo vould let djou drink, if djou ask politely." He emphasised the last word, punctuating it was a stern eye looking at the man across the table from him, though his amiable smile was still in place. "Zhe vamp-fans, as zhey call zhemselves, tend to stick to zhe balcony." He jerked a thumb over to the dance floor, where an arcing staircase went up to a different level. A few shapes could be made out up there. His grin turned dark, and one pale, thick eyebrow raised, as he leant in closer. "I'd take djou up zhere, but I am not popular zhis zhem. Verevolf bite, after all. Leads to vierd... side effects?" He laughed at his words, like they were a joke, but most would know his meaning. Share bodily fluids with a werewolf, and there wasn't a lot of coming back from that. There was usually only one way it would turn out, at least for some races whom were a little more human. Witches and wizards, for example. And the old Fen Hag certainly wouldn't have a tonic for a werewolf bite!!

 

[Kry]

@Malhyanth


Bell frowned deeply. "Bars are safe havens?" The expression that passed over his features would be hard to read, but Bell honestly understood the need and want for a safe haven. It just seemed strange to him that a place like this would be one of those. His expression changed to one of disgust when the other mentioned asking to drink from some one. That suggestion also seemed to fuel Bell's anger, for a few moments he looked like he really wanted to hit something or someone. The vampire refrained from such action and glared up towards the balcony when it was pointed out to him.


"You would have me beg for a meal like some weak fledgling that can't hunt?" His angry, hungry gaze lingered on that balcony for a while though. That burn in his veins, that ache of his fangs was so apparent. He hadn't expected it would be this hard to control himself once leaving that castle. He hadn't thought resisting the hunt would be so damn hard. He wanted to suffer, he wanted this torment, he did not want to give in to the hunger and end the pain. It was nearly unbearable though. The angrier he got, the more the hunger grew.


The vampire's body was visibly trembling from the anger, from the hunger. "I...I'm not even hungry anyway!!" The words were said with force, but it sounded more like Bell was trying to convince himself of that. Soon the sound of bell's filled the air around him as the vampire got to his feet rather quickly, that sound following him as he darted off towards the bar without another word to the werewolf. He made a bee-line for the bar, and signaled the first barkeep he saw. Quickly ordering the whiskey for the werewolf, and another glass of the blood wine with a promise that he wouldn't throw this one on the ground.


Once he was given the items, he would return to the booth, placing the glass of whiskey in front of the werewolf, before seating himself. That blood wine was set on the table as well, and Bell stared at it. Looking as if he wasn't quite sure what to do with it. It was worth a try he supposed, it might help take the edge off his hunger without easing it too much. He lifted that glass to his face and stared at it.

 

[Firebright]

Alyssa relaxed and sighed. There was to be no fight. Thankfully the werewolf had calmed the vampire down and they were now talking. She tucked a strand of bright purple hair behind an ear as her weapons vanished. She scanned around the bar unsure of where she should go or who she should speak to. She bit on her lower lip a bit as she found a booth in the corner to sit at. She slowly began to hum to herself. She wondered if maybe she should leave. This was just another place in which she didn't fit. Her singing slowed as she rested her head upon her arms and slowly drifted off to sleep.

 

[Comet]

@Malhyanth


(Sorry to barge in, but are you okay with me joining?cx I love making fantasy characters!)

 

[Malhyanth]

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((Please do!!))

 

[Comet]

(Thank ya! I read that you do join sheets, so just jump on in.cx that's what I'mma do.)

Isabella walked through a small ground of people, her small frail looking body shivering from being cold. All she had on was a hooded coat, since someone stole her clothes in the middle of the night. I'm here to get more clothes... who in the hell steals clothes in the middle of the damn night? Like, come on! She thought, pushing her brown hair back into the hood that covered her head. She looked around the street, hoping no one could get a glimpse of what was underneath the hood. This was her only way of hiding her appearance until she got a cloaking spell, or whatever the hell it was called. She gritted her teeth when some random drunk dumbass bumped her, moving her coat to the side a little bit and revealed her bare hip. She watched him gawk at her and she narrowed her green darkening eyes. Before he could say anything, she quickly recovered herself and turned briskly away, hoping he didn't see anything else. but her face and her skin. 


She left him far behind her as she reached a type of clothing vender or store, whatever the hell everyone calls it, and picked out something that covered her body. Picking out a pair of shorts with crossings on the side, and a open back shirt that let her back breathe and so she didn't get too hot.. although, she continued wearing the hooded coat, that still covered her and hid her until she got to safety. She bought the clothes with what money she had left. She quickly exited the clothing store, and went towards the safe place that every supernatural talked about in this town. Of course, every town had a safe haven of some sort. She swiftly walked towards it, seeing the building in the distance. When she reached the door, she nodded to the things guarding the front and walked in, sighing in relief at the feeling of being safe. She removed her hood, revealing her sleek brown wolf like ears, along with her brown hair, as her green eyes scanned the room and over the others. Everyone could tell she was a type of shapeshifter, and by the looks of it, a wolf shapeshifter. But.. oh they were so wrong. She could resemble a wolf, but a Chimera was something TOTALLY different. 


When you think of Chimera, you're probably thinking about the lion and snake creature right? Well, Isabella is her own type of chimera, her own type of breed. Different look and shit. It is a beautiful creature, don't get me wrong, with the stripes, a bone like face and bone like horns sticking out the side of her head and neck, when you see the creature, you would be gawk in awe. Well, in general you would gawk in awe at Isabella. The girl was a heart-stopper. Her beautiful green eyes, her brown hair going down her back all the way to the bottom of her back. Her tail and ears were the same color as her hair, the tail going all the way down to the ground and her ears sticking straight up. Well, they're only up if she's interested in something. Half the time they're down close to her head. 


She looked around at everyone in the bar, or safe haven as she liked to call it, and gathered all the scents of everyone around her, the species that were all in there. She didn't want to bother any of them, since she saw most of them talking to each other, so she sauntered to a seat and sat down, sighing deeply and closing her eyes.


(Open for interaction!cx)


( @Malhyanth I chose a type of shapeshifter, if I need to change the Chimera part, I will, but I just need your approval of her species.cx)

 

[Devious Dilbert]

Andrew Sea- Yang
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Dance Room Bar
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Aaaand cut to night! Time to wake up and be alive! Er- figuratively, of course. Andrew already had his chance.


You know the myth that ghosts are only active when the sun goes down? It's absolutely right! Ironically, it was the coming of darkness that truly marked the beginning of a day for a spiritual entity. And he'd have it no other way. Well, there wasn't much he could interact with anyway- you know, having no physical body and all, but there was one place that he paid a visit to just about every night to kill his infinite amount of time. His home, the bar right down the road, Cacophony of Noise. Not just his though. It belonged to all supernatural beings. Yes, there were more of his kind. A whole plethora of creatures of the night, and even of myth, flocked to the only building that would shelter them all.


"Nice night tonight, eh?"


Adrian knew him. And knew him well. The ghost boy was a regular! 'Nuff said! A head tip and a casual greeting to the doorman and he was in. A cold breeze flew past Adrian, but nothing disturbed this rock of guy, and so not even a shiver passed through his body. Hopefully, the hardworking wolfie would get to party tonight with the rest of them. That guy was a real showstopper when he had the time to be. Alas, he never did with the "keepin' the bar under the pretense of a real bar" job. But- there was that one time- Oooh... Actually- Andrew was kinda that glad he wasn't allowed on the dance floor whenever he felt like it. Nights like those had to be rare enough to keep the same impact of effect!


A little late to the party? No matter- that only meant that he stumbled in at just the right amount of action- where things were already picking up and the bar was already full of freaks. Andrew floated over to the long bar and decided to chat up Ira.


"So, uh... Nice night tonight, eh?" He said, a little unsure of how to approach her even though he'd known her ever since day one. Which was... how long ago?


He always felt a little nervous around the lady vampire, likely because of how attractive and mature she was. And hey! They were both undead! Because of that, he was certain there was some sort of connection between the two. Young at heart, he was, despite how much he tried to act otherwise.


"Hmm," She hummed in reply, affectionately to the boy. "What would you like?"


"A conversation...?"


She lightly chuckled. "Cute. I'll surprise you."


"You oughta' stop spoiling us kids with alcohol one day, you know."


"You're dead. Live a little," the woman gave him an alluring smile as she poured him a special.

 

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(@Devious Dilbert YESSSSSSSSS BABY. I REMEMBER THAT BOYYYYY.)

 
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Isabella finally opened her eyes after a  little while, the music thumping in her ears, hurting them. She pinned them down against her head, seeing a few bodies dancing, others getting drinks, and some just.. talking. She sighed deeply, once again. Guess it's time to go have...fun. She grimaced at the word, and stood up, taking the coat off and fluffing her hair up and stretching her arms over her head. Her body exposed now, she heard a few whistles directed towards her, and she shot them the finger, rolling her eyes as she walked towards the bar. She leaned against it, her tail waving behind her in a mesmerizing way as she looked at the bar tender. "Hey, can I please have one shot of pure vodka? Long day." She told him, getting a kurt nod and a small smile as he got one for her. 


She instantly felt a huge presence beside her, the smell of liquor covering their body. "Hey cutie, you look lonely tonight~" She presence whispered into her ear, making her cringe. "Yeah, but I kinda like it lonely. It's so I don't go mad and rip anyones face off." She then looked at him with a smirk, seeing a look of shock on the drunk creatures face as he breathed his stanky ass breath on her. "You're too pretttttyyy to rip anyones face off. Come on, I'll show you what it's like to not be lonely." He advanced towards her and she quickly got out of the way and grabbed his arm, pushing his chest into the bar and his arm behind his back. She heard the man grunt in pain from his arm being bent up behind his back. She looked up to see a small smirk of the bartender watching the little skirmish, winking at him as she leaned forward and whispered in the drunk mans ear. "I would recommend leaving, while you have what little pride left." She then let go of the man and he slumped to the ground. She stepped over him, her tail brushing against the mans face as she reached for her drink with a small smile. "Thanks~" She said to the bartender, turning around. She glanced towards the bar manager and some ghost boy, smiling at both of them. "Sorry for the short.. skirmish, but some people just don't know when to stop." She then giggled, as she brushed past the two, smirking at the ghost boy and carried her drink to her spot and her jacket. 


@Malhyanth


@Firebright


@Kry


@Devious Dilbert


(Just tagging everyone who could have saw.cx)

 

[Devious Dilbert]

(@Comet YAAASSSSS BABY I LOVED THAT RP. I WANTED TO INTERACT WITH YOU IN MY FIRST POST BUT I WASN'T SURE IF YOUR GIRL WAS ACCEPTED)

Andrew Sea- Yang
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Dance Room Bar
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"What a girl, huh?" Ira the Flirt nudged him after the 'dog girl', he could only guess, shot him a smile.


"I'd say."


"And here it is."


"Thanks! I'll be-"


"You gonna pay this time?"


"I'm a ghost..."


Ira rolled her eyes, feigning irritation. "Go on."


Without any alert of a sound, Andrew strolled over to the tough girl and took a seat across from her with a drink in his hand. Sex on the beach- Ira either knew him well or just wanted to be cute. Whatever- the girly ones taste better- he didn't care.


A cold draft embraced the girl, much in contrast to the air of the bar. He always thought that the icy chills people got from his presence made him seem cooler. Hah...


"That was pretty impressive what you did to that guy," He said, trying his best to strike up a conversation. Making the first moves... weren't his thing...


I could have said something like 'Hey- haven't seen you around,' but that's stupid? What if I have?


He sure couldn't remember seeing her around before. But he didn't wanna suggest something dumb if it weren't true.


"I'm Andrew... and you?"


Now it came down to whether or not he should initiate the awkward flirting if she responded positively, or be a decent person and just get to know her.


( INTERACTING WITH BABY GIRL @Comet )

 

[Comet]

Isabella looked up at him and cocked her eyebrow, taking a drink out of her vodka. "Well duh, I wasn't going to let some drunk dumbass get his cooties all over me." She chuckled, rolling her eyes and taking another drink. When he said his name, she huffed looking down at her drink then back at him. "My name is Isabella. Nice to meet you. You're not gonna try and advance on me like that guy did are you?" She questioned, her green eyes darkening as she shot a glare. "Cause I don't want to hurt your ego by pinning you to the table also. I'm not from around here, obviously, since I'm getting all these strange looks from the locals" She then looked past him at the dance floor, seeing bodies closely packed together then glanced her eyes around at the few people gawking at her, and him.
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She couldn't catch what he was.. no smell was coming off of him. It irked her, but she didn't want to ask, thinking that that would be rude to ask what he was. By the looks of it, he was like a phantom, but wasn't see-through... ugh, was she confused.
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@Devious Dilbert
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[Malhyanth]

((Y'all are good c; Thanks for joining, loving the characters. Very dynamic!))


@Kry @Firebright @Comet @Devious Dilbert


The werewolf chuckled, watching the stubborn vampire waltz off to the bar. He was surprised he gave the wine another go, and wondered if it was going to be chucked on the floor again. He hoped not. He didn't fancy having to carry the kid out by his underpants. He tilted his head to the other side, admiring the kid. Was he even wearing underpants? That would be awkward. As he returned, he indicated the top level where the vamp-freaks hung out.


"Djou know, it isn't begging if zhey offer it villingly. Djou aren't fooling me, I can smell djour frustration and 'unger from 'ere, and if it veren't for zhe fact I am zhe one zhat does zhe biting in my liaisons, I'd even say I vere tempted to feed djou myself, villing or ozhervise." He laughed heartily, swigging his whiskey with a happy face. The happy fuzz he felt in his veins from hard liquor was exquisit. Supers had a habit of not being effected overly by alcohol, so hard liquor was generally their only choice. This werewolf had the added disadvantage of being quite generally giant. Even hard liquor struggled to get round his body and cause drunkenness.


As a young lass with ears and tail entered, his red eyes were captured for a moment, before seeing her put down some large bloke at the bar. Well here was some entertainment! He wooped in appreciation of her decking the guy, and watched as he was unceremoniously stepped over, and left in his slumped position. He knew Adrian was likely to have been called, and eventually, he came down to relieve the guy of his face against the bar. Bones shook his head in appreciation.


"Did djou see zhat, Tinkerbell!! Vow!! 'Ot stuff zhat one." He whistled and watched the phantom follow the girl across to her table, where they started talking quietly. She clearly just had a very strong sense of self, and Bones wasn't going to stop that sort of self preservation!! He twitched his nose, nostrils flairing, trying to identify exactly what she was, but he drew a blank, she was something new to him, and new to the bar. The phantom was a regular, or whatever he was. A ghost able to be seen and touched, but whether that was the case for non-supernaturals, the werewolf didn't know. He looked back to his blood-sucking... or perhaps he shouldn't say that as the guy was clearly a giant masochist... companion and raised his glass.


"Zdorov'ye" The drink was downed, and he stood. "Zhis volf needs to visit zhe little boy's room. Be'ave vhilst I'm gone." His childish grin lit his face as he walked past and ruffled the hair of the vampire. As he strolled past the table with the sleeping fae creature, he stopped only a moment to touch her back. "Are djou ok miss? I vanted to zhank djou, I saw djour blade. Brave, but foolish. 'E is an old vampire, and djou? Djou seem young. I am already scarred and ugly, keep djourself safe in 'ere, djou 'ear!" He smiled kindly, before moving off, to disappear out the back to see to his needs.

 

[Firebright]

Alyssa smiled at she lifted her head from the table. The man was kind, with an odd accent. She liked him. She would have only used her weapons to protect herself. The vampire probably just needed a good meal. She couldn't figure out why she was still in the bar but it was safe a warm. She curled up and her seat and watched around her.

 

[Devious Dilbert]

Andrew Sea- Yang
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Dance Room Bar
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"My name is Isabella. Nice to meet you. You're not gonna try and advance on me like that guy did are you?"


Oh shit!


"Cause I don't want to hurt your ego by pinning you to the table also. I'm not from around here, obviously, since I'm getting all these strange looks from the locals"


Oh- I was right!


He let out a light laugh. "You couldn't anyway- I'm a spirit. Phase in, phase out."


Now that he thought about it- there was actually a sort of complexity with that sort of thing. But ghost physics wasn't a great topic for the first conversation. Was it? Was she into that kind of thing?


He took a drink of Ira's specialty and saw Isabella glance at the dance floor. Oh boy... He couldn't dance and he knew it. Every time he came here, he usually just chilled with the other ghosties or messed with the ghouls. If he was drunk enough, he'd hit the dance floor and completely embarrass himself, but it was fun when you were actually trying to make a fool out of everybody you know. It wasn't when you were attempting to impress somebody.


Setting his drink back onto the table with a clink, he asked her, a bit nervously,


"Do you dance?"


The question game is also really nice-


( WITH: @Comet )

 

[Kry]

@Malhyanth


Bell was still staring at his glass of blood wine when the werewolf chuckled at him and spoke. His nose wrinkled in disdain as he was called 'Tinkerbell' again. "I have a name...It's..well, it's Bell." So not to far off from what that other was calling him, and true others had referred to him as Tinkerbell before. It always annoyed him. The name Bell wasn't much better either, but he had discarded his human name centuries ago, he barely even remembered it anymore. Well, he remembered the first part, he wasn't sure what his family name had been. It didn't matter. He didn't look up from the glass he was staring at.


As such, Bell hadn't even noticed the commotion at the bar, when his companion pointed it out, he glanced over for a moment and then shrugged even as he grimaced again from the use of the name 'Tinkerbell'. "So, fighting's allowed to some degree, at least, but no biting without permission?" His expression was a pout, even though he continued to insist he wasn't hungry. However, Bell wasn't opposed to the idea of this man feeding him, werewolf blood was rather delicious. At least to him, most vampires he knew wouldn't be able to stomach such stuff, but Bell could. He'd had a deep bond with a werewolf.


Bell's thoughts turned towards things he didn't want to think about, and his expression turned to one of frustration and pain for the briefest moment. Only glancing from his glass that he continued to hold and stare at when his companion spoke of going to the bathroom. Bell was tempted to follow, his eyes still glowing with that hunger, tempted to follow and surprise the wolf from behind and sink his fangs into that skin. A light shudder ran down his spine as he thought of tasting another werewolf, and a pang of guilt struck his heart with enough force it made him gasp even though he didn't breath.


He needed to stop thinking about werewolves, so he focused on his hunger instead. Focused on the ache and burn of it, and then he finally touched his glass to his lips. The contents of the glass, the blood wine, was gulped down in mere moments. Bell hated the taste of it, much like he hadn't liked the vodka either. His nose wrinkled in disdain and disgust and he squeezed the glass so hard, it shattered in his hand. That had been a pure accident though, he honestly hadn't meant to break this glass.


The vampire set the pieces of shattered glass on the table, and picked out the pieces that had pierced his palm and fingers. His hand turned palm up on the table and he stared at the mostly superficial cuts and one particularly deep one on his palm. He growled lightly, mostly at himself, mostly at the way he was feeling. Useless and hurting in ways a vampire should never ache, those purple eyes narrowed as he just watched the blood ooze from his hand. The cuts healing far more slowly than ones on a fully fed vampire would have.


Mostly Bell wished he could be numb, the ancient Cade had shown him a way to be numb, but not completely. As addicting as it had been, it also hadn't been numbing enough. One of several reasons why Bell had left the elder vampire, that and he was tired of being used. All he really wanted was some one to pat him on the head and reassure him that everything would get better. That this pain would go away. His friend Cade should have been the one to do that, but that elder had only used Bell to ease his own suffering.


Not for the first time, Bell felt truly and utterly alone. The expression on his face reflected his inner feelings, if he had realized that he would have tried to hide it. That expression, would remain and his eyes were stay on his hand, just watching, even if a staff member came over to inquire about the broken glass. Bell would only respond with apologies and offer to pay for the damages with his outdated European currency.

 

[Malhyanth]

@Kry


Staring into the bathroom mirror after relieving himself, the werewolf primped at his bone ornaments; the little skulls, rib and leg bones, the beads that had been made and carved from bigger animal bones. Around his neck, the necklaces that held a myriad other little bones. Bones scratched at his stubbly cheek, a wrasping sound emitting from his fingernails drawing over the skin and hair. What was the vampire doing here? He clearly wasn't enjoying his time, and Bones was tiring of his moody atmosphere. If he continued with his strange distaste of what the bar meant, Ira was certainly going to have him turfed out.


Taking a long, thin piece of pale tan leather from his pocket, Bones wrapped it a few times around his bundle of dreads to pull them back from his face, his neck. It revealed more of his deep scarring, and a face that may well have been drop dead gorgeous before the life of a vagabond werewolf. His now crooked nose, with the deep scar across his face, had once been straight and strong. His eyes, always red, had once been unmarred of scars and puckered skin. His thin lips much the same. He prodded at the area where a scar lifted his lip into a perpetual smirk, and sighed. A life of fighting, rutting, marauding; it hadn't done him many favours, both in this country, and across the swathes of snow and ice in Siberia.


Bones turned from the mirror, no longer able to stomach what his exploits had done to his visage. He leant back against the cold porcelain of the sink, gripping it tight. Why was he thinking what he was? What was it about this vampire that interested him so. It was true, and Ira would certainly vouch for it, that Bones was not over fussy when it came to taking a body home from the bar on a Saturday night. She'd seen him wonder out all all manner of breeds, all manner of genders. Nothing particularly linked them in age, appearance or temperament; other than perhaps they weren't ever quite as cheeky and mischievous as the werewolf. This vampire though, as annoying as he was with his moping, genuinely seemed troubled. It was true what there werewolf had said that generally himself that did the biting; never to humans if he could help it considering the disease that would spread through their veins, but other breeds, unaffected by the werewolf traits; a little blood play was always interesting!


The white werewolf turned once more and looked at his reflection, seeing the determined eyes, the stern resolve. He slapped his hands against the rim of the sink and pushed away, out the bathroom door, back across the seating arrangements near the dance floor. Seeing the silly creature with yet another broken glass and damage to his hand that hadn't healed yet, the werewolf growled low. He grabbed the upper arm of the vampire, and hauled him bodily from his


seat. Ira, behind her bar, was powerless to stop the direction the werewolf dragged the purple haired vamp. The door to the lower level VIP was opened by another security detail, this time, a young Asian lad, but with horns and lower legs of a goat, a tall satyr. The guard grinned, having an idea of what the wolf was going to do. The huffed growl at him quickly put the kid in his place.


The werewolf strode in, still dragging the reluctant vampire in after him, and threw him quite forcefully into one of the lounging booths. In a corner, a pair of vampires were already feeding on a fae of some description. Bones stood before the Bell, raised his wrist to his mouth, and tore at the flesh there with his own sharpened teeth. "As I said. I do zhe biting. But djour attitude is a real downer on my night out, and I zhink djou are going to be difficult to shake off." He offered the wrist to the vampire. "Drink. Feed, vhatever. But if djou don't, I vill drag djou out myself. I am bored of djour petulant child act. Get djour 'ead into zhe 21st century." He grinned, watching his dark blood drip and pool into his own palm. "Come on, I don't want to be stuck in 'ere all night, I'm just starting to get buzzed, and I feel like dancing." It was a lie; the werewolf never danced, but this kid didn't know that, and the werewolf wanted to get this over with.

 

[Firebright]

Alyssa had followed the wolf and vampire down to the lower floor. She wanted to see what would happen. She had noting better to do and they were good entertainment. The pastel goth fae watched as the wolf tore open his own flesh and offered it to the stricken looking vampire. She shivered but didn't leave. Was her new friend okay? She figured he knew what he was doing. She stayed by the door way and shimmered. Her body blending into the shades of light around her she disappeared. 

 

[Kry]

@Malhyanth


Bell hadn't even noticed when the werewolf had returned from the bathroom, at least, he hadn't noticed until he was jerked up out of his seat. His movements followed by the sound of silver bells. "Wha?" Purple eyes blinked rapidly for a moment as he tried to figure out what was happening. He did struggle, but in his current state, even a fledgeling could have easily overpowered him. There was no way he could pull free of the werewolf's grasp, soon he found himself being pulled into the lower area of the bar. A VIP section or some such. Bell honestly didn't care, he just cared about getting away from the wolf, he growled and struggled. All to no avail.


Finding himself quite suddenly flung into one of the lounge booths, he righted himself just in time to watch the other man tear his own flesh. Purple eyes widened and Bell tried to back away from that invading scent and sight. His body tensed, his fangs ached harder, his veins burned more as the alluring scent of that werewolf's blood filled the air around them. He couldn't give in though, he didn't want to feed. Just because his body wanted it, didn't mean he did. That tongue flicked out to lick his lips as his body trembled. Fighting hard to contain his urges and losing that battle fast, Bell whimpered.


Desperate and forlorn all at once, Bell reached out to place a trembling hand on the offered arm. Those glowing purple eyes had glazed over a bit, vibrant but seeming distant now, and staring only at the blood. Bell couldn't stop himself, it was too close and he was far to hungry, he leaned in. Tongue tentatively darting out to lick at the blood pooling in the werewolf's hand, then following it up to the wound the wolf had inflicted upon him self. It was so good. Familiar but different, and so good.


The vampire's eyes closed, and his grip on the other man's arm tightened a bit as he lapped at the bleeding wound for a few moments before wrapping his lips around it. His fangs scraped the flesh, but there wasn't much need for him to bite now, and Bell sucked hard, pulling that warm life blood into his mouth. Savoring it for a moment. Such a familiar yet starkly different taste. He pulled at that blood hard and fast now, the hunger taking over completely. Bell couldn't fight his nature, no matter how hard he had wanted to.


He felt the urge to cry, powerless against his own desires, needs and wants. He should have just remained by Cade's side, he should have just continued to allow himself to be used. It wasn't much different than being on his own, he supposed. But that place, no Bell never wanted to go back there. The vampire fed greedily until he regained some of his senses, he took quite alot of the wolf's blood, but hopefully not too much. Soon the vampire was pushing away, his eyes opened and glaring hard at the werewolf.


The wound in his hand had healed completely now, but Bell was unconcerned with that, he shoved the werewolf as hard as he could to get that creature away from him. Tongue flashing out to lick the remaining blood from his own lips, his body no longer trembled, but Bell looked so forlorn and lost. Like he wanted to cry. He did want to cry, but he would hold back. "Why can't I just starve and not give in to that urge?" It wasn't right. He was depressed and didn't want food. Why was it so easy for humans to starve themselves but so impossible for him to do it? It wasn't fair!


Bell stared at the werewolf he had shoved away, purple eyes no longer glowed with the hunger, but they weren't seeing the werewolf for who he was. A hand reached out hesitantly. "Red?" This werewolf was definitely not Red, or even the color red. This one was all white. Bell shook his head hard, making those bell sounds fill the air rather loudly around him. The bells themselves sounded confused, angry, lost and forlorn. He moved both hands, rubbing at his face for a moment, as if he could rub away the emotions there.


When he lowered them, Bell continued to look extremely forlorn, sad, and slightly confused. "....The...21st century?" Gods above, had it really been so long since he'd last set foot outside of his sanctuary? He shuddered slightly, that place was no sanctuary any more and it was all Cade's fault.