Fantasy Magic Brew Cafè (CLOSED)

[Elfia Nightwing]

Estelle pouted looking down, smacking the glass out of Ase's hand, running to her room.

 

[Uasal]

"WHY IS EVERYONE SPILLING DRINKS ON ME!" Ase screamed turning to Marie "can we please leave her here Marie" she pouted changing out of her ruined top.

 

[Cryobionic]

Oliver's tail swung lazily behind him as he leaned forward to place his arms on the counter top, leaning his chin on top of them. He was feeling pretty confused and weirded out by the whole situation, really, and briefly he wondered if Estelle had as many scars as he did. At first, he had thought that to be obvious, but then, he had remembered that she had showed a good amount of unscarred skin that day at the beach, and Oliver hadn't seen any scars, or any bruises at all for that matter.


Maybe things worked differently in the witch world, they probably had spells and stuff to punish their underlings. The imp began to absentmindedly trace a still unhealed scar on his hand, the rugged surface of the scab feeling rough under his fingertips. Curiously, he turned his head towards the white haired shade, his eyes half closed, "How many scars do you have?" He asked, a selfish part of him hoping the answer would be many.

 

[thistle]

After declining the offered cigarette with a weak smile, Jun retreated to the back of the hall before reappearing, his arms overflowing a cream colored blanket, which he settled gently over the cafe's newest arrival. Taking a closer look, the girl suddenly became familiar to the shade as he recognized her as the one who had tornadoed through the room when he had decided to look after her one day.


She had hardly said a word to him that day. Possibly he could introduce himself to her properly when she woke up.


Then he heard Oliver's question raise quietly over the growing night. "Scars? Just the one..." he replied, then with sudden awareness, Jun blinked and touched his chest lightly, knowing that beneath his shirt the skin raised silver and jagged above the rest. "No wait. I have three others." As he spoke Jun held up the three middle fingers of one hand and traced it downward from collarbone to just below his rib cage. "Right here."


How had he forgotten about those this entire time? All of a sudden they had seemed to appear, triggered by Oliver's question.

 

[Cryobionic]

"Oh," The imp blinked, looking at him lazily, a small hint of disappointment layering his tone, "How did you get them?" He then asked, not wanting to be rude and just ask something like that without any follow ups. Oliver ran his finger over the scar on his hand again, a small frown appearing under his bangs. Unless the shade had been immaculately well behaved under a hypothetical 'master', the imp doubted those were punishment scars.

 

[thistle]

The shade seemed uncertain himself as he stretched open his shirt and peeked inside. Even in the faint lighting they were most certainly there, and Jun released his shirt with a puzzled expression.


"I have no idea," he admitted and began to chew his bottom lip, "but apparently they've been there forever, they're nearly faded." Jun grabbed the hem of his shirt, intending to show the imp as a helpful gesture.


Then with a start he remembered himself, realizing how naive of a decision it would be. Plus Zero was still in the room and there was a chance his actions would be misinterpreted as unnecessary flashing or possible promiscuity in the eyes of the detective. Jun wouldn't put it past him if the act landed him in an hour of monster jail. "Why do you ask, Oliver?"

 

[Cryobionic]

Oliver smiled a little at the shade's puzzlement, his tail curling around the leg of his chair as he found the boys reaction to his own scars almost bordering on adorable. "It must have been something really painful, then," The imp murmured, a hint of sympathy lacing his voice, looking Jun through his eyelashes, as his eyes were nearly closed, "If your mind's decided to block out the memory of the cause."


Which was true, for the most part. Oliver himself had had a couple of such instances, but the memories tied to each and every marking on his body always seemed to come back to him after a while, regardless of the brutality tied to them. The imps eyes opened completely when he heard the shade's next question, and he hummed softly under his breath. "I have a lot of them," He said after a second of thoughtful hesitancy, remembering Akira's violent reaction to him showing them off carelessly, "A whole lot."


Oliver reached over to his sleeve, which proved to be a little tricky, as his head was still resting on them, but eventually managed to pull the fabric up enough so that the several blue and yellow bruises and scars could be seen, hiding just underneath his sleeve. "They go on, by the way, if you're wondering."

 

[thistle]

The expression on Jun's face transformed from muted curiosity to slow growing enlightenment as Oliver's first reply caught his attention. It would certainly make sense for him to have such a response, repressing whatever memories contained his previous misfortune to such a degree they had nearly been forgotten. But what had he done to receive such wounds, never in his life had he ever encountered something so violent.


Something registered in his mind then, like a private switch being turned on in the back of his mind as Jun realized it must have had to happen before. When he, or whoever his past self was at the time, had been alive. Anxiety made the shade's usually pleasant face twist into a mask of distress, fighting not to let it show. Thankfully at the same time Oliver had decided to share his own assortment of abuse, starting to point them out.


At the first discoloration of bruises, Jun stood from his seat and went behind the bar, knowing full well he trespassed into territory only familiar to the employees of the cafe. But it was quiet, and aside from the now dozing Zero and the equally snoozing bundle of the girl, they were alone for the time being. It took only a moment for him to find what he was searching for, sliding open the door of the ice box and picking out a few chips. Swiping a napkin within one of the drawers, he bundled up the ice and handed it to Oliver as he returned.


"I don't know how long you've had those, but this should help the bruising. If anything it should help the discoloration fade."

 

[Cryobionic]

The imp sat up in his seat the shade suddenly moved, wondering what on earth he was doing. Then his eyes widened a little as he took the offered ice-napkin, his head tilting slightly to the side in confusion. He held the cold item up, not really sure what to do with it, "Thank you?" He said, his attempted sincere acknowledgement of gratitude coming out as something more akin to a lame question. He had never heard of frozen water having any effect burst blood vessels, but he supposed it was the thought that counted. He offered the boy a small, if confused smile, shifting the ice from one hand to the other, unsure of what exactly he was supposed to do. "I got them right before I came up here, actually."


It had been a goodbye present from his last master, one that seemed to have lingered on, too. He had not been very happy about being forced to let go of his servant, and had made that abundantly clear to the imp himself. Had been kind of fun, actually. The look on the old demon's face had almost been worth the pain, even the cat o nine tails, which the demon had been very fond of using.

 

[thistle]

Though the action was most certainly well intended, the shade had reacted mainly for the sake of distracting himself from his own thoughts as he had gone to fetch the ice. Because of his encounter with Vahl, Jun did not wish to ponder on any further secrets his past life might contain.


And yet, informed of how old the bruising was, Jun felt rightfully embarrassed, realizing just how self-serving he had acted. "The cold only helps if you received the bruise recently," the shade confessed, ashamed, obviously conscious of his blunderous assumption, "it helps to keep the swelling down. I'm sure Ellie could heal them for you if they're bothering you."


His mouth pulled from one side, and then slowly to the other, like a child caught between a hard decision, not quite knowing how the imp would respond. If anything, his mistake would cause Oliver to bubble into characteristic laughter, which would undoubtedly embarrass the shade further.


But it had been his fault for jumping to conclusions, and it was probably karma for acting on a self-serving basis. If Oliver knew why he had grabbed the ice in the first place, it would make the shade appear shallow, insensitive. Riled with these thoughts Jun huffed out a quiet, "I'm sorry." between them.

 

[Cryobionic]

"You're not s'posed to apologize if you did something nice," Oliver told him, as the ice in his hand began to melt a little, sending cold water running down and disappearing under his sleeve. It felt nice, the imp decided, "You're only s'posed to apologize if you've done something horrible. And sometimes, not even then." He added, poking the shade in the stomach with his tail, rolling his eyes with a small smile, "Otherwise, the whole act of apologizing in the first place becomes obsolete."


Oliver grabbed an ice cube from the napkin, and pressed it into his palm, enjoying the feeling of the stinging coldness it produced. He was well aware of the fact that he wasn't really acting like his usual, loud and obnoxious self, but it couldn't really be helped. He didn't feel like joking around, and the giggles just wouldn't come. And to be completely honest, he didn't really care. "Though, of course, the whole act of apologizing to somebody without really having done anything in the first place, could possibly be seen as a sign of you being mentally disturbed." He teased, looking up at the white haired boy with a slight smirk.

 

[thistle]

Jun was speechless.


Maybe it was the late hours of the night and the remaining effects of the bourbon that had allowed the imp to impart such sagacious knowledge. Of course it might have been shared in a more eloquent fashion but if the imp had suddenly decided to speak perfect English, Jun would have certainly wondered whether he was dreaming or not. The casual, almost matter-of-fact way Oliver had said 's'posed' was just enough to reassure the shade that he was still wide awake and in the middle of reality.


In regards to the advice itself, it was admittedly shocking but not an entirely unpleasant thing to hear. The words somehow struck a chord with him, comforting and yet completely unfamiliar at the same time. If someone asked he would surely have trouble trying to explain the sensation, fumbling for hours in order to truly grasp the sensation. It was like watching a far away door finally open, a touch of light penetrating through the frigid sheets of black snow, or watching a fireplace take light in dark, dank room - there was inexplicable comfort in both, a reassurance that things would eventually get better.


At his bar stool a long, drawn sigh escaped Jun. "I'd never thought to hear you speak like that," he said ruefully as his expression softened. Hearing Oliver's latest comment, his smile faded just a touch. "Though I do believe I'm not entirely there either," Jun professed, catching his head between both hands and taking a private moment to rearrange his thoughts. A look of realization crossed his face then as he glanced back up at the imp. "How do you deal with it though?" he asked in a soft voice, trying to approach the matter as delicately as possible. "Your past, I mean. You mention of it but only in the lightest of tones, as if they happen everyday, but... it must be hard, right? Don't you ever find yourself relapsing into your thoughts?"

 

[Cryobionic]

"Yeah, well, contrary to popular belief," Oliver murmured, raising an eyebrow, which went almost unseen because of his thick, dark bangs, "I'm not actually as young as I look." The imp opened his hand, letting the remainder of the melted ice drip down on the counter top, the steady drip drip dripping noise that emerged as the droplets splashed against the wood sounding almost like a heartbeat, "'Bound to have picked up on some proper manners of speaking, and a basic knowledge of the English language in the duration of the century I've been alive, ya know?" There should have been sarcasm behind his words, but there wasn't, and the imp smiled. While he was perfectly okay with people treating him as a child, for that was what he usually came off as, keeping up his normal goofy demeanor could become a little hard sometimes, especially when he was feeling a little down.


The imp turned to face Jun completely as he heard the next question, keeping one elbow on the bar, but opting for just leaning his cheek against his wet palm this time. "Haven't you figured it out yet?" He asked rhetorically, gazing into the shade's golden eyes, his tail swinging lazily behind him. "If I, or any other imp, for that matter, were to let the torture get to us, we wouldn't be very useful in the long run, would we? We would fall into insanity within the first years of out lives, rend'ring us completely useless. There is a reason we're known as pranksters and childish, annoying tricksters. It takes the mind off of other... things."


Oliver began to trace the same unhealed scar on his hand with his finger, a small sigh escaping his chapped lips, "Though, of course, the occasional time does come, when it just isn't good enough. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, it get's kinda hard, yes."


The imp wasn't really sure why he was telling all of this to the shade, or why it felt so easy to suddenly do so. It was kind of nice, though, to just ramble on like this for a while. He knew he would probably regret it in the morning, and be embarrassed over having revealed so much about imp-life, but right now, he couldn't really bring himself to care.

 

[Archdemon]

Zero hadn't realized he had dozed off but he did. He slowly woke himself up to hear half of a conversation between Oliver and Jun but he was too sleepy to listen or hear. He stretched and looked at Jun and Oliver but didn't say a word. His cigarette had all but burnt out on the tiled floor as he picked it up and threw it away. He looked at Jun and asked a question "I hope I'm not interrupting anything but Jun...... What's your opinion on family? Like your personal opinion based on what you've experienced, and do you have one?" Zero wondered what other people thought about family.


@thistle

 

[Ashestoashes]

Trick never quite like restaurants. They were always so noisy and busy, and with so many people, it was impossible to play tricks on people. This caused her to generally avoid them, although there was one exception: Magic brew. Sure, it only appeared at night and she hated the night, but that was a sacrifice she was willing to make in order to at least "express herself" (shapeshift constantly) and "have fun" (ramble about her problems to the brink of obnoxiousness).


She shapeshifted into a mouse, with the signature red-and-yellow on her back. She hoped no one would notice, as she was a frequenter of the place. She managed to sneak in through the door, scampering under a table before changing back to her "human" form. She jumped from under the table, startling and annoying the whole cafe.

 

[Skaggon]

Trick never quite like restaurants. They were always so noisy and busy, and with so many people, it was impossible to play tricks on people. This caused her to generally avoid them, although there was one exception: Magic brew. Sure, it only appeared at night and she hated the night, but that was a sacrifice she was willing to make in order to at least "express herself" (shapeshift constantly) and "have fun" (ramble about her problems to the brink of obnoxiousness).
She shapeshifted into a mouse, with the signature red-and-yellow on her back. She hoped no one would notice, as she was a frequenter of the place. She managed to sneak in through the door, scampering under a table before changing back to her "human" form. She jumped from under the table, startling and annoying the whole cafe.

Axton looked up at her. "We aren't open. Why are you here? Also don't turn into a mouse you might get done in by a trap." He walked over to her.

 

[Ashestoashes]

Oh crap.


"My secrets have been revealed!" She said, in a voice that was both excited and exasperated. "I simply thought you were open. My apologies. That explains why this place is barely populated. Thought that it was just the weather."


She looked around, knowing she was, essentially, screwed.

 

[Skaggon]

Oh crap.
"My secrets have been revealed!" She said, in a voice that was both excited and exasperated. "I simply thought you were open. My apologies. That explains why this place is barely populated. Thought that it was just the weather."


She looked around, knowing she was, essentially, screwed.

Axton sighed and picked her up off the table. "Well we open at sunset but I would appreciate that if you come you don't try to annoy the customers." He put her down. "Why are you here?"

 

[Scattered Ambitions]

Lulu opened her eyes. She rubbed them a bit, trying to get the sleep out of them. Sitting up, and looking around, she gasped. She had expected to see the park around her, but instead found that she was back inside the cafe. Instead of getting angry, she just sighed. "Aww.."

 

[RegalWindstar]

Akira and Alexander had been all this time sitting in a corner table in the cafe going over wedding plans together unnoticed by others.


Both of them were leaning over different magazines "It looks like a wedding..well a human style one isn't as extravagant as a fairy's" Akira commented flipping the page


Alexander nodded "It seems..calmer, simpler. I quite like it" Akira giggled "I like both types, which is why it'll be a mixed style wedding." Alexander smiled "So what kind of stuff would you like to have at it?" Akira smiled "We must have an arena, Ellie said the guests fight for the bouquet in human customs! It sounds fun and interesting." Alexander snorted at that trying not to laugh "If that is what you wish."


Alexander smiled opening a book of cakes "So for cakes which one is best?" Akira groaned "Too hard to choose, I love ALL cakes!" Alexander raised an eyebrow


"I know, you practically devoured the cake we made together!" he smirked teasing "You'll get pudgy if you keep that up." Akira slapped his arm "Jerk! I will not get pudgy! It takes a lot for a fairy to get pudgy from sweets because we were designed to eat them!" Alexander snickered and ruffled Akira's hair, when she moved to fix it he leaned down and kissed her.


"My wife to be is so adorable" he teased, Akira blushed curling up against him in the seat her head against his chest listening to his heart. "MY husband to be is so handsome"


Alexander blushed hiding his hair in her face, Akira cuddled up closer to him smiling.


"I love you Alex" she spoke softly, Alexander smiled "I love you too Little bird"

 

[Skaggon]

Axton put the girl outside and went back in. He walked to the couple. "Hi I'm Axton. You must be Akira and Alexander. I never got a chance to properly meet." He held his hand out to shake theirs. "Oh also I'm a incubus last time I didn't tell a couple that the guy got mad." He was smiling. @RegalWindstar

 

[Scattered Ambitions]

Since no one was watching her, Lulu made a break for it, straight out the front door. She sprinted down the alleyway, turning at the corner, only to be grabbed by her mother. Lulu screamed, not recognizing the woman. Her mother, Mari, clapped a hand over Lulu's mouth, muffling her screams. She turned Lulu, so that she would face Mari. Once Lulu saw her mothers face, she stopped screaming, and reached out to hug the woman. "Mommy! I've missed you...."

 

[RegalWindstar]

Akira smiled and shook Axton's hand "Its a pleasure to properly meet you Axton" Alexander shot Axton a warning glare his arm possessively around Akira's waist Akira noticed and nudged him in the stomach shooting Alexander a warning glare of her own. Alexander smirked "Its nice to meet you as long as you don't go after my wife to be." @Tazmodo

 

[Archdemon]

Zero looked and saw that the tree girl was gone. He immediately excused himself saying "Sorry but the little girl just ran away.... I'm going to go grab her cause who knows what'll happen if sone criminal finds her and I'm not taking that chance." He lit a cigarette and left the cafe. He walked down the alley looking in all areas that she could be hiding. She couldn't have run far cause that would've been impossible especially at her age. He scratched his head as he stopped at the entrance unaware who was at the corner "Where could she have run off to?" He sighed as he just stood there surveying what was in front of him.


@Scattered Ambitions

 

[Skaggon]

Akira smiled and shook Axton's hand "Its a pleasure to properly meet you Axton" Alexander shot Axton a warning glare his arm possessively around Akira's waist Akira noticed and nudged him in the stomach shooting Alexander a warning glare of her own. Alexander smirked "Its nice to meet you as long as you don't go after my wife to be." @Tazmodo

Axton looked at him. "If I were to go for here I wouldn't openly say that I'm a incubus right in front of you. Anyways I try to keep personal matters such as that outside work. Anyways good luck with your marriage I can tell your love runs deep. Is there anything I can get you two?" The glare didn't bother him he was used to it. He still had his smile.