Fantasy Magic Brew Cafè (CLOSED)

[thistle]

"Stayed up too late," he told her, which was partially true. "And lingered a little too long on my thoughts." Hearing the string of angry muttering from the imp nearby, Jun hid a growing smile by taking a sip from his cup. Unfortunately, Raya was gazing at him far too intensely to let the topic simply slide by, and he gave a defeated sigh. "You can ask me more about it later," Jun relented, then pushed the cup to her with a single finger, the liquid barely touched. "Need some more before we leave?"


@DestinyRed

 

[Cryobionic]

"Gee, thanks." Oliver muttered, shaking his head like a dog to rid his hair of the scalding hot liquid, "Had I been a non hell being, you would have given me third degree burns, you idiot." The imp grabbed a bottle of vodka from the shelves, not really caring if he got caught at this point, before scrambling out form under the bar counter and shuffling out the door, intent on finding a lake or something to wash off in, the door slamming behind him as he left, nearly knocking the bell down.


Vincent watched him leave with a small sigh, leaning over the bar to put his head in his hands, his mind not nearly awake enough to deal with a grouchy imp. "I told you it was fine," He murmured, glancing up at Ellie, "Stop beating yourself up over it."

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

Ellie smiled poking Vinny's forehead lightly, "I hope that stew was worth it," she laughed, lacing her fingers with his, giving him a supporting smile.

 

[DestinyRed]

Raya narrowed her eyes then slouched in her chair, "Yes, because later we'll be jumping off a cliff. Great time to tell someone something." she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes then reaching out and tapping both his cheeks letting her powers get rid of any pain the bruises might cause, "I still haven't quite figured out the whole healing thing but you shouldn't feel any pain, I'm afraid to say you still look like shit." she said with a laugh.


"I almost have enough for my own Condo." she cheered, deciding not to keep picking at the previous, "I am exactly 483.95$ away from my goal." she stated happily.

 

[Cryobionic]

Oliver drew his hood over his head to shield his eyes from the strong midday sun. Despite the presence of the warm light, however, the air outside was rather chilly, and the imp, used to the hot temperatures of hell, not to mention soaking wet, hugged his arms around himself to try and keep warm. Now, he would be the first one to admit that jumping into the lake at the park in the middle of November, had maybe, possibly, been a bad idea.


Especially considering he now had to walk back to the cafe, and icicles were beginning to form on the end of his wet fringe.


Oliver cursed silently under his breath as another wave of shivers coursed through his body, making his tail, which was conveniently tucked down his left trouser leg, twitch sporadically. The imp let out a shaky sigh, and hugged his arms tighter to his sides, squeezing his eyes shut as he went. In his mind, he wished that he could just flame back to the underworld and warm of for a bit in a pool of lava, however, that would be impossible, not to mention very impractical.


With one final shudder, he made up his mind and ducked into the nearest alleyway. It wasn't the one the cafe was located in, but it would do. His birthday, which had been on the fifth, or at least he thought so, would have brought him a little bit closer to reaching maturity, which meant that there was a possibility he could be able to master fire a little bit better. Previously, the imp had only managed to set fire to himself during extreme emotional distress, but Oliver figured that it was a good a time as any to try and do it again. And on purpose this time.


The fact that he could see his own breath whenever he exhaled just solidified his decision.


Oliver ventured deeper into the alley, the warm rays of sun disappearing beneath the rooftops of the apartment complexes on either side, making him doubt his decision, but he pressed on. It wouldn't do to have any unsuspecting humans catch him doing this, because he had learned the hard way that humans, when confronted with things not considered normal to their standards, had a tendency to scream. Oliver scoffed despite the situation as he began rubbing his hands together, really, humans were so sensitive.


"Come on, come on, come on," He muttered under his breath, a hint of desperation seeping into his words as he willed his hands to catch fire. He rubbed them together faster, and he could feel the small amounts of magic he possessed begin to shoot through his fingers in small bursts, and that made him hesitate. If he did manage to light himself of fire, would he be able to stop the flow of magic before it drained out? Oliver bit his lip and halted in his hand rubbing, letting his hands drop to his sides.


Once his hands caught on fire, he would have to stop his core from sending out the energy he needed to ignite them, because he didn't need it to keep the fire alive. But if he didn't, there was a very real possibility that he could pass out. The small imp let out a groan and hugged his arms around himself once more, as the cold began to seep into his bones again, along with the memories of previous lessons on imp magic he had been forced to attend.


He began to go over the rules of his existence in his head, thinking over the pros and cons of actually trying to do this, and he was so engrossed in his thoughts and in his shivering coldness, that he didn't notice the figures creeping up behind him until...


Until something hard and solid connected with the side of his head, his left horn, and made a sickening crack ring through his mind making him cry out and grip his head in pain as something red tumbled out from under his hood, bouncing off the concrete and out of sight

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

Ellie looked up from where she had been zoning out staring at the bar when Estelle tugged on her sleeve. "Oliver hasn't come back yet," she frown, a look of worry etched on her face. "Will you come look for him with me?" she asked shyly looking at Ellie with big eyes. Ellie sighed staring at the younger witch who looked like she was about to cry. She had bonded pretty quickly to Oliver, something she hadn't done for anyone. Ellie hated to think what would happen to the young girls mind if something were to happen to the young witch. "Sure," she smiled softly, getting up from her seat, "If were not back in 30 minutes came looking for us," she told Vinny, taking Estelle's hand as they both walked out of the cafe, in to the alley way, calling out the imps name every few minutes, as they looked around everywhere Oliver could be.

 

[Cryobionic]

Oliver spun around, his vision blurry from the pain tears that had welled up in his eyes, and tried to focus in on the culprits. There were at least five of them, large and menacing as the looked down on him, grins on their faces making the imp want to shrink in on himself and run away, however, the were now surrounding him.


If this had been a usual fight, he would have had no hesitation about fighting his way out of their ring, but this wasn't a usual fight, these people had weapons, and he very much doubted they were going to play fair. The one who looked to be the leader stepped forward, his hands swinging around what looked to be a metal baseball bat, which Oliver could just assume was the item that had struck him to begin with.


As the man stepped closer, the imp inhaled, and the stench of human wafted up his nose, making him cringe a little. No way was he going to let a group of humans best him. He would never live it down, if he survived. The human male lifted his bat over his head, and with a loud grunt, swung it down hard. The sound of hollow metal colliding with hard concrete resounded and vibrated through the entire alleyway, making Oliver, who had just rolled out of the way in time, want to curl up and cover his sensitive ears.


Adrenaline was now coursing through his body, his previous coldness forgotten as a bead of fear induced sweat rolled down his forehead. He had to find a way out of this, or he would be toast. As the leader lifted his bat again, his expression now one of mild annoyance, Oliver reached into his hoodie pocket, his finger, stiff from the cold, fumbling around frantically for something, anything, he could use to save his ribs from the seemingly inevitable blow.


With little time to spare, the leaders bat already descending upon him, he gripped the neck of the bottle of vodka he had stolen from the cafe. Eyes wide, mouth slightly open in a silent scream, he dragged it out and chucked it as hard as he could at the human male, watching in horror as the glass bottle exploded into a million pieces upon making contact with the mans head, drenching him in crystal clear alcohol, making him lose his grip on the baseball bat.


Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, then. The leader bringing his hands to his eyes with a scream as the strong liquid seeped into them, his associates watching on in stunned shock, and Oliver, Oliver scrambling to his feet as a horrific excitement took a hold of his body, making it move on its own accord. Before the imp could register what was happening, his hands had shot forward, connecting with the mans now alcohol soaked jacket. And for a second, nothing had happened.


But as the imp fled away from the scene, his eyes wide and his fingers twitching around the red piece of bone he had grabbed to get rid of the tingling sensation, the pungent smell of burning flesh still prominent in his nose left him with no doubt of what he had just done.

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

"Oliver! Oliver!" Ellie yelled, looking around for the small imp. They had checked, everywhere her and Estelle thought he would be, hot dog carts near the cafe, at the pet store where in the front window sat a adorable and friendly orange tabby kitten, even in the park, but nothing and that was starting to worry Ellie. What if he had gotten into some trouble, teased the wrong person, or worse what if the hunters had got him. Ellie shook those thoughts out of her head frowning, No, I can't think like that I have to be strong for Estelle, she thought to herself, looking over at the young girl who's hair was wiggling nervously as she looking around for her friend A look of fear on her face. "Oliver! Oliv-" Ellie called out again, as they stepped in front of a alley way when something crashed into her causing her to fall down on the ground."Ow...I'm sorry I wasn't-" she began, looking up at the force that knocked her down cutting her self off.


It was Oliver and he certainly had gotten into some trouble. The left side of his head and shoulder was covering in blood as he gripped his head looking like he was trying to stop the bleeding from the where ever the blood was coming from. "Oliver!" Ellie squeaked, springing up to her feet as she ran to the boy, gripping his shoulders lightly. "What happened?! Where is all this blood coming from!?" she asked the imp, turning pale as she finally found the source. Where his left horn normally should be, there was nothing but a bloody bone, as if something had snapped of the horn. She couldn't imagine how much pain the poor boy must be in. Sucking in a sharp breath she tore the bottom half of her shirt, making a make shift bandage for the wound. "We need to get you back to the cafe, are you ok to walk?" she asked, looking at Oliver with wide eyes. Estelle stood silently beside Ellie, watching the whole scene as tears welled up in her eyes, to afraid to act or say anything.

 

[Cryobionic]

"No time!" Oliver forced out, his voice sounding faint, hurried, letting go of his head after a moment of hesitation, grabbing both of the girls hands, tugging at them frantically, "Can't walk, we have to run!"


With that, the small imp began dragging the witches in the direction of the cafe, his legs slamming against the pavement, his shoes flashing up with every step. Briefly he heard one of them protest, but their words wouldn't register in his mind, he was too pumped up on terror and adrenaline to even consider stopping until he knew that they were all safely within the cafe.


As they rounded the corner to the cafe's alleyway, he became aware of someone panting and running behind them, and the hairs on the back of his neck began to stand on end, making him pull at the girls hands harder, nearly knocking them over. The smell of charred flesh began to make itself prominent once more, and suddenly it wasn't just the hunters he was leading the witches away from, but the realization that he had...


He had burned a man alive.


As this fact suddenly slammed into him with the force of an ogre punching him in the stomach, he finally reached the door to the cafe. With unexpected swiftness, he dragged the wooden door open and pushed the girls inside, hurrying after them himself, and locking the door with shaking, bloodied hands before collapsing against it, panting.

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

"Oliver...What happen!?" Ellie cried, trying to gasp for breath as she looking at the imp confusion on her face."What were we running from!?" she cried, collapsing to her knees as she looked over at Estelle who was wheezing slightly, looking like she was having trouble gasping for air. "Estelle's...Bag...Inhaler," she gasped, hoping some one with understand her, before the poor girl had a full on asthma attack.

 

[thistle]

Jun almost sent his cup flying when he heard the door burst open, as though a wild gale had ripped through the locks and hinges. But there was no wailing gust to touch the back of his neck and Jun swiveled to see the trio returned, their current state making him gasp. Panic was infectious as he watched Estelle, trembling, reach for a nearby chair and bend heavily over it, breath rasping as she fought to draw in air. Ellie was frantic beside her, cerulean locks in wild tangles despite being gone for less than an hour.


He took one look at Oliver and felt himself go cold. Blood welled through futile, clasping fingers as Oliver continued grasp where his horn had once been. The flow was so heavy that his attempt to stopper it was pointless, thick pools of it already staining the floor. The span of a breath stretched between him and the scene, and then Jun shoved himself from his seat, grasping the pack that had been sitting beside Estelle earlier and nearly ripping off the zipper in his haste.


In the past he had had once witnessed a mortal experienced the same attack, watching as the woman had placed a plastic device to her mouth. The calm relief which had entered her face was now something Jun wished for Estelle as he pulled out the pale, circular tube and pressed it into the girl's hands.

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

Estelle ripped the inhaler from Jun's hands, placing it in her mouth as she pressed it, inhaling the medicine as her breath regulated, taking deep slow breaths. "Thank...you," she wheezed, holding the inhaler in her lap. Once Ellie had caught her breath, she turned to Oliver pulling him towards a chair. "We have to stop the bleeding now," she frowned, materializing some bandages as she set to work, wrapping up the wound, making sure it was tight enough to stop the bleeding.

 

[Cryobionic]

Oliver let himself be dragged over and sat down, his eyes never leaving the door as he continued to clutch the broken piece of himself in his hand. His heart was racing a mile a minute, refusing to slow down even as he tried taking deep calming breaths to force it to do so.


Tearing his yellow eyes away from the door, he stared up at Ellie, who was currently occupied with bandaging up his head, with a confused look, as if only just now realizing what she was doing. His gaze then turned downward, to the broken piece of red bone in his hands, and he pressed it into Ellie's hand, a look of desperate hope clouding his eyes.


"Can you put it back?" He whispered.

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

Ellie looked down at the horn in her hand, her heart going out for Oliver, "I don't know..." she answered honestly, gripping the fragment tightly, "But I can try at least," she smiled sadly. When the bleeding had slowed down enough that she could work, Ellie unwound the bloody bandages gently, lining up the fractured horn to it's original place. She materialized some disinfectant and some metal rods. Once she cleaned up the wound, she set to work attaching the horn back together with the rods, bandaging it all together when she was done, making sure the rods were covered by the bandages so Oliver or anyone else wouldn't mess with the healing process. "There hopely that works," she smiled kindly down at the imp.

 

[Cryobionic]

"Thank.. you." Oliver murmured, his fingers automatically reaching up to touch the bindings, but he stopped himself just in time. It probably would't be a good idea to do that, if he wanted it to work at all. Now that his breathing was starting to even out, and his heart was beginning to stop pumping out adrenaline, the pain was starting to slowly make it's presence known. It was like a pulsating throb emitting a dull, but yet sharp pain every so often, and the imp winced, squeezing his eyes shut, every thud causing his vision to turn slightly red.


He slowly opened his eyes again, and glanced around at the occupants in the room, taking in their faces. Estelle looked terrified and relieved all at the same time, Ellie looked tired and afraid and Jun just looked horrified and perplexed. With a small, shaky sigh, the imp drew his jean clad legs up to his chest and rested his chin on his knees, wishing to just forget about everything. About the fact that his left horn may never be repaired, about the fact that he was still soaking wet and starting to shiver again and most especially, about the screams that had emitted from the man he had just burned alive.


But he couldn't, and as he closed his eyes once more, flashes of the days events started playing in his mind, making him want to tear his hair out. So, with a slight giggle to try and alleviate the images, he looked up at his friends.


"So... b-bungee jumping won't seem s-o scary after this, eh?"

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

"Oh no,your not going bungee jumping," Ellie frowned, placing her hands on her hips, "What you need is rest Oliver I'm not letting you go, and if I have to strap myself to you to make sure you don't I will," she told him, looking down at the imp like her mother had whenever she had tried to crawl out of bed with a fever.

 

[thistle]

Jun, making sure Estelle had settled, came to kneel beside the imp, careful not to step in the puddles of blood. Oliver's face was drawn, the extent of his state noted by the dull colored orbs and ashen parlor of his small face. He wasn't used to seeing the imp as wane and as uncertain as this, and Jun, hesitating only a moment, pressed cool fingers to his damp brow. "Ellie's right, you know," he murmured, ebbs of power seeping into Oliver, "it might be best to rest for a while. It doesn't appear that Raya's ready anyways."

 

[Cryobionic]

"Okay, okay, just stop talking so loud!" Oliver whined, covering his ears with his palms, a small pout forming on his lips. It wasn't that he necessarily felt like going after all that had happened, but the fact that Ellie directly prohibited him from doing so did not sit well with the imp at all. It reminded him of his first few days with Akira, and his tail snapped against the floor in slight annoyance.


As Jun suddenly came up beside them, Oliver jumped slightly, his nerves still ablaze from the encounter with the hunters. He flinched as the shade's fingers made contact with his skin, but didn't pull away entirely, instead calming somewhat as he felt the ticking sensation of the boys soothing energy pierce through his pain.


"I won't go," He murmured sleepily after a few seconds, "But can I at least have a drink?"

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

"Yeah," Ellie smiled softly looking toward Vinny, "Anything you want specifically? I'll get Vinny to make you anything you want," she smiled kindly, keeping her voice soft so it wouldn't disturb the imp much, as she knelt in front of him.

 

[Cryobionic]

"Whiskey." Oliver told her simply, stopping his own head from nodding agreeably out of reflex, before laying it down on his knees with a sigh. Vincent, who had been watching the entire scene from behind the bar, quickly retrieved a bottle of the imps requested poison and filled a glass with it. He had refrained from interrupting Ellie in her work, and refirained from saying anything out of the simple fact that he had no idea what to do. But his palms were riddled with crescent moon shaped indents, and as he handed the glass of liquor to Ellie, his eyes betrayed his worry.

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

Ellie tooke the whiskey from Vinny, handing it to Oliver. " Oliver...What happened?" she finally asked gently, watching the imp with sadness. She had never seen him look so...Broken before.

 

[thistle]

The shade sat back on his heels and removed his hand, fearing he had accidentally knocked Oliver unconscious. But the soft mumbling revealed the imp's consciousness and Jun, alongside the pair, waited to hear his story.

 

[Cryobionic]

Accepting the glass, the imp brought it to his lips, the strong scent of the alcohol burning his nose. Before he tilted the glass backward, however, Ellie's question reached him, and he hesitated, his brows furrowing together. "I don't wanna talk about it." He murmured, taking a swig of the drink, his eyes downcast.


As the alcohol began to make its way through his system, warming him up in that special way only strong spirits could, he looked up once more, taking in the concerned looks he was receiving, sighing a little.


"Five hunters," He finally whispered, sounding pained and holding up his hand, his fingers spread out to show them, "Cornered me. There was a metallic baseball bat, and a crack. And then there were only four of them left."


The imp looked away, then, chugging down the rest of the golden liquid, resting his head sideways against his knees again, the dampness of his jeans chilling his cheek, "Now I don't wanna talk about it no more."

 

[Archdemon]

Zero sighed as he waited through the scans, he was being checked to see if he had any sorts of weapons on him like they usually do when you go to an airport or leave one. He had left a while ago, and he wasn't sure on how many days he has been gone exactly but whatever he was looking for he didn't find it because he had a face of disappointment. Once he was clear he grabbed his bags and rolled them down to the entrance where he was picked up by a taxi. After being dropped off at the alley way he gave the driver the money owed and gave a tip too as he shut the door and the taxi wheeled off with a screech.... He walked down the alley passing the steam rising from the manholes he walked on. He saw couples run around passing through, men with women of the night going to do their business. He hadn't really noticed any of this activity before nor right now did he care..... He passed by people making shady business like passing drugs in exchange of money, he saw two mythical creatures duke it out while being surrounded by a crowd of different beings though the majority is human. He walked to the cafe's door and opened it, and once he was inside he slid the handle down on his suitcase and it made a click noise as he pushed it all the way in. He looked at everyone noticing that something had transpired because of the condition of Oliver, and his everyone was surrounding him. He stared at them like he was going to say something and yet no words came out, he wasn't shocked or hesitant or scared or nervous, he just didn't want to interrupt anything.

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

"Ok," Ellie smiled, looking at everyone to not prod to hard. She could tell that if they push Oliver to hard, he would shut down completely. Or worse. "Why don't you go up stairs and rest on our couch for a bit," she smiled kindly, "Or our bed, either one you want your choice," she smiled, pulling the imp to her in a gentle hug. "I'm just so happy your ok," she murmured softly.