Fantasy Magic Brew Cafè (CLOSED)

[DestinyRed]

"Did it ever occur to you that I care?" she retorted, sliding her current bottle away and going over to a more comfortable zone, whiskey, "And some of us are superhero freaks genetically programmed to want to help." she murmured after taking a sip, "But I'm probably just being over protective by wanting to know who that was in case they ever show there face around here, but I guess that's not important, huh?" she asked. It was pretty clear that she was a little annoyed.


When Jun walked in she just took another sip of her drink, and looked over at Oliver before taking a rather large gulp of the beverage, "Oh you know, the usual. I nearly blew up the cafe and Oliver did... something."

 

[Cryobionic]

"You wanna know what happened?" Oliver sneered, his mouth drawing back to expose his teeth out of reflex, his grip tightening around the neck of his bottle in frustration. It wasn't that he was particularly mad, but her tone of voice and refusal to leave him be was grating on his nerves. Briefly his eyes shot up to spot the white haired shade, his nose twitching ever so slightly as it picked up the now all too familiar scent of blood. But the imp chose to ignore it in favor of his annoyance with the blue haired protector.


"Fine. I was captured by the pathetic female who crashed Akira's wedding, locked up in a cell, escaped, got captured by the... by the demoness of destruction, got tortured, force-fed her blood, turned into the mindless monster I am to do her bidding and now I'm sitting here trying to get rid of my headache."


While the imps tone was harsh, it didn't rise an octave from the silent, raspy murmur it had originally started out as. Oliver lifted the bottle to his lips again, his eyes casting downward to stare down into the clear liquid. "I could have killed her." He whispered, his chest constricting painfully around his cracked ribs. Though he very much doubted that was the cause of the dull pain emanating from his chest, "I very nearly cost us the war with my own stupidity."

 

[Cryobionic]

The battleground was starting to stink of blood and sweat, the metallic almost salty scent of the red pools of drying crimson mixed in with the stale stench of the many bodies struggling to keep on fighting. Quincy breathed in deep as he with an elegant harshness thrust his spear into the eyesocket of an approaching elf, his scream of horror cut off short as the sharp tip of the weapon pierced its way into his skull. Quincy smiled, his tongue darting out of his mouth to taste the blood now splattered over his pale face It smelled marvelous. Familiar.


It smelled like home.


The nightmare placed one bare foot upon his enemy's chest, slowly pushing the elf off his spear, relishing in every twitch caused from the sharpened tip as it brushed and cut its way out of his nervous system. The man soon fell, and Quincy tutted his tongue softly at him. He had been a worthy opponent in his own right, a little rash in his actions, perhaps, but worthy none the less.


And now he was dead. Just as every other opponent the nightmare had had the pleasure of dancing with that evening.


He was just about to turn to face the rest of his soldiers, to see how they were faring, for their skill in battle did reflect upon him after all, and it would be such a shame should they fail him, when a stinging pain shot up his side. Quincy let out a small gasp, spinning around while positioning his weapon to strike. He could feel the side of his shirt start to dampen with blood, and when he moved, the feel of his now separated pieces of flesh rubbing against one another alerted him to the fact that his wound was a deep one.


"How absolutely rude of you, darling." He informed the elven boy, standing just three feet ahead of him, and looking rather frightened if the wide eyed look and the blade shaking in his trembling hand had anything to say about it.


The elf youngling didn't say anything, hesitating for only a moment before swinging his sword at the nightmare once more. Quincy rolled his red eyes, swiftly stepping out of the way. "Honestly, luv." He muttered under his breath, thrusting his spear forward, smirking when he felt the tip slide in through the soft flesh of the elf's neck, "Taking someone by surprise does not equal strength. Or it may, if you know what you're doing."


As the elf fell, Quincy let go of the spear completely, lifting up his shirt to take in the damage. It wasn't as deep as he had originally thought, just a flesh wound, really. It wouldn't slow him down much, he decided. So, letting his shirt drop back down, he bent down to pick up his new toy, letting out a giggle as he managed to catch his reflection in the shiny surface of the elven made blade.


Just like home.

 

[DestinyRed]

Raya -who was now silent, tried to process what he said, instead of replying she just slid a bottle of Moonshine over with her foot before taking another gulp of her own, "I nearly killed Ellie too. I kind of made a tiny explosion with some soul fire..." she murmured then placed her hand on the imps shoulder and tried her best to heal him. She managed to heal a few minor cuts and bruises as well as easing his headache, "I'd do more but I'm pretty sure you don't want one of your ribs to be crooked." she joked then went quiet.


"It wasn't you're fault you know, I mean if you had hurt Ellie, it wouldn't have been your fault." she whispered back, "Don't let that bother you, she's fine. There's no point in pondering over what could've happened, you'll just make yourself feel guilty for something you couldn't help." Raya scooted over so she could slump against the wall too, a little hit of dizziness taking over, "And you can watch me make a total fool out of myself when this kicks in, in about ten or so minutes."

 

[Cryobionic]

The imp let out a small sigh of relief as he felt his headache slowly start to ebb away at her touch. "What'dya go around playing with soul fire for?" He murmured, the corners of his lips curling upwards in a small, playful smile, "Don't a protector like you know that stuff's dangerous?"


It was a lame attempt at a joke, but with his headache gone, and the alcohol slowly starting to do it's job on both his nerves and his psyche, the empty feeling that had been so prominent in his chest ever since he had woken up started to numb down, being replaced instead by slightly tipsy tiredness.


He didn't bother trying to argue with the protector, telling her that it really would have been his fault either way, due to him leaving the safety of the castle in the first place, because he knew full well that anything he said against himself at this point would be refuted and sneered at. It was better to just let it be for now, he decided. So, with this in mind, he picked up the bottle of moonshine, popped off the cork and brought it to his lips.


He hesitate before drinking it though, yellow eyes turned upwards to look at the blue haired demon through his fringe. But the demon was standing with his back turned. Oliver smirked, conveniently turned it seemed, because the demons head turned to face him for a moment, a small smile stretching over his turned features at the sight of the alcohol.


Oliver saluted him halfheartedly and tilted the bottle back.

 

[DestinyRed]

"Well... when your raised like a human you have a tendency to think that spices don't multi purpose as nuclear weapons." she joked with a laugh, then took one more big gulp of her own drink managing to clear the bottle. It was already half empty when she grabbed it but even so, that was a lot of whiskey for her. She quickly came to the conclusion that clearing half a bottle of whiskey was a bad idea when the thoughts in her head decided to get all jumbled.


She decided to reach over and start braiding Oliver's hair, even though it was a complete and utter failure. It ended up as a half french braid half french blob on the side of his head. She giggled then pulled out her phone and took a picture of his hair and showed him, "You look gorgeous!" she joked happily, pointing at the fail hairdo on the screen.

 

[Cryobionic]

"Yes, I'm sure I look absolutely ravishing." Oliver giggled around the bottle, chugging down more of the clear liquid with a grin, "But I'm not nearly drunk enough to appreciate your talents, unfortunately."


The imp reached up to his head, his fingers working through his thick locks of dark hair to undo whatever monstrosity Raya had managed to create up there. From the looks of the picture, it was pretty bad. Once he had everything untangled, he shook his head from side to side like a dog trying to get dry, and grinned up at her from under his bangs.

 

[DestinyRed]

Raya frowned then stuck out her tongue, "My talents are totally apreciata-" realizing she couldn't finish the word she tried again and failed then facepalmed, "Totally likeable. Since when does alchohol take the ability to say words away?" she asked then giggled.


She stuck out her tongue and started hitting her feet together, "How come you're so good at being drunk? Oh, oh! What's the stupidest thing you've ever done well drunk!?" she asked excitedly. For once she felt like doing something stupid since it would lighten everyone's mood. Besides, she needed some drunk stupidity to live up to.

 

[Cryobionic]

"'Cause I have fifty years of experience." Oliver snorted, leaning back against the wall again with a content sigh, his tail curling up lazily beside him. "You kinda need the booze to get through your job when your job is slaving away for people who don't appreciate you at all." He explained importantly, a small hiccup escaping him despite his claim.


His dark brows furrowed together in thought under his fringe as he contemplated her question, nose scrunching up in concentration as he tried to remember a time when he'd truly fucked up under the influence. "Hm.." He hummed, tapping his index finger against his cheek, "I once stole some shiny stones from a circus after sampling some of the masters rum supplies. Which would have been fine and dandy had the stones not been the sole things that kept the tents from caving in on themselves," He giggled mischievously, "I gave them back, though, eventually, after I nearly got flayed alive. How about you?"

 

[DestinyRed]

"I have 49 years to go then!" she cheered then started laughing, "The poor circus! Did you kill the clowns though?" she whispered then tilted her head as she thought of all the stupid things she'd done well drinking, "Oh I know! This was before I met all of you and actually had a social life." she started, "Our heroine, young Raya was on a road trip with some friends, she was having a grand old time! One night, they were a little of schedule and young Raya -having not yet learned french properly- suggested that they pull over at 'Florence nue Plage / Terrains de camping' little did she know, was that the English translation waws 'Florence nude Beach/ Campgrounds" she facepalmed, "So later I lead us down to the beach only to find that we were the only ones with clothes on."


"It was lovely." she stated sarcastically.

 

[Cryobionic]

Oliver burst out into a fit of giggles, his blood stained fingers pressing against his mouth in an effort to quiet them down. Though why, he didn't know. His tail snapped against the floor beside him as he laughed, making the whole thing look twice as ridiculous. "That's amazing," He wheezed out between laughs, hugging the bottle to his chest as not to spill the contents out on the floor, "What did you do when you discovered your mistake?" He hiccuped curiously.

 

[DestinyRed]

"I covered my eyes and my friend Shelly and I walked over to the hot springs since no one else was there at midnight, as for the rest of my friends... well they just stripped to." She recalled the events that happened that night and remembered how when Shelly's boyfriend came back he wasn't wearing any clothes then Raya had to silently retreat outside due to a makeout session, "It was pretty awkward, I'll say that." She murmured then burried her face into her knees.

 

[Cryobionic]

Oliver kicked his shoes against the floor in amusement at her story, before watching with interest as the lights on them flared to life, instantly getting distracted "You know what?" He slurred, grinning up at the blue haired girl, his eyes squinting ever so slightly against the strong light from the overhead lamps, "I bought these shoes when I first came up here. Or... not exactly bought, more like acquired, and they've never stopped blinking. Like ever!" He gushed, kicking his soles against the floor again, giggling as the shoes once again, flashed.

 

[thistle]

The uncomfortable silence that had hovered over the room earlier began to fade as Jun listened to the pair's drunken humor. Equal parts hilarity and senselessness, the shade welcomed their enthusiasm with keen ears. It was a distraction from his thoughts, though Oliver's previous confession had disturbed him to an extent. No wonder why he had appeared so haggard when Jun had first arrived.


As he overheard the imp now gush fondly over his sneakers, their lights kicking up against the wooden floor like sparklers, Jun stiffened unexpectedly in his chair, one hand diving beneath his coat. He pushed away and started for the bathroom, struggling to remain steady as he stepped over Raya's outstretched legs. The moment he acquired privacy, shouldering the close, Jun ripped off his jacket and without even glancing at the infliction, untied the handkerchief Quincy had given him earlier and shoved it to his side. Based on the pain it wasn't anything entirely seriously. Now that he had a bandage that wouldn't disintegrate in a matter of seconds, the blood would cease its flow within a few breaths.


Still, Jun thought numbly, opening his palm to gaze at the fresh gash at his side, this made taking precautions even more significant for the future. Switching hands, Jun began to blow softly on his left, the patches of blood darkening against his fingertips as they began to dry. It was necessary to stop the blood from shining, Jun had noticed before, for once it could no longer run, his blood's caustic properties were nullified.

 

[Cryobionic]

This time, as the scent of blood hit his nose with the force of a falling boulder, Oliver found it much more difficult to ignore. Even in his drunken state, the worry the blossomed out in his mind as he saw his friend rush to the bathroom, one hand pressed up against his side, was strong. Oliver's body stiffened and he looked up at Raya, wondering if he should alert her to the fact, but decided against it. She had already done a weeks worth of worrying, as far as he was concerned. Besides, if he could convince himself that cheeking up on the shade somehow rectified his actions from earlier, even by a little bit, maybe he could cancel out some of the guilt that was still gnawing at his subconscious.


It was a silly thought to be sure, but Oliver wasn't exactly of a right mind at that moment. So, with this plan in mind, he began the difficult process of shakily getting up from the floor. His legs wobbled unsteadily beneath him, seemingly unable to properly support his weight much due to both the alcohol and the strenuous day he had had. But once he managed to actually get to his feet, it seemed to get easier somehow.


The imp straightened up and regained his balance slowly, before taking one unsure step towards the general direction he had seen Jun run off in. Then another. And another. before he knew it, he was standing outside of the sturdy bathroom doors. Lifting one hand, he sloppily knocked on the wooden surface, creating a sharp thud.


"Hey, are you... are you okay? How come you're bleeding so much, huh?" He demanded in a slur, leaning against the door for support.


@thistle

 

[thistle]

Jun had finished tying the handkerchief to his body, shredding the edge of his shirt and using the ribbon to fasten the cloth against his side, when a knock interrupted him. Quickly rolling his fingertips against one another and feeling them dry, he washed his hands clean and patted them messily to his pants. His coat was tossed on the next second, the fastenings done up sloppily, then he pulled open the door to receive Oliver.


The door gave away quicker than expected as the imp slipped forward, nearly plummeting head first had Jun not caught him by instinct. His wound tugged in irritation more than pain as he returned Oliver to his feet. The teenager swayed back and forth like the hand of a clock, and the movement was only stopped when Jun steadied him by both shoulders.


"How much have you had already?" Jun asked with a considerate smile, bypassing the question intentionally.

@Cryobionic

 

[Cryobionic]

"Not nearly enough, I don't think." Oliver replied with a grin, blinking a couple of times to get rid of Jun's duplicates. As he had nearly faceplanted into the shade, the iron like scent of blood had become nearly overwhelming, making the imp scrunch his nose up in the next second, his face taking on an expression of mixed displeasure and worry. "You gotta stop bleedin' all over the place, man," He murmured in what could be construed as an attempted serious tone, "'Ts not healthy." The imp's tail snapped against the floor as if in agreement to it's owners words, "Like, at all. Honestly, it's no wonder you're so pale."


Oliver giggled at his own joke, hiccuping a little into his hand as he flashed the shade a razor sharp grin, poking him in the cheek to probe his point. "Seriously though," He muttered silently after a few seconds of swaying back and forth, his tone once more serious, his eyes rising to focus in on the shade, "Are you okay? You look like you got trampled on by a bunch of hellhouds."


@thistle

 

[thistle]

Soft, humorless laughter escaped his lips. "It's taken a toll on my clothing as well," he agreed and showed Oliver the destruction of his jackets sleeve, giving him adequate time to inspect the damage. With the extra layer only providing stifling heat Jun, after consideration, undid the toggles and shrugged it free. What Oliver most likely saw was a crudely fashioned bandage, the knot sloppy, the wrapping skewed and tattered. The only thing that had been handled with care was the red silk folded into a small square, its black stitching hidden so it remained a perfect block of color.


To the shade it meant so much more, harboring a secret that had only been revealed to him less than an hour ago. It still rattled him to the core that he had a twin, and since Quincy's introduction, Jun's desire to unravel his past had grown more desperate. Experiencing a well of emotion, Oliver's following question only worsened it, the final, gentle touch that sent his resolve crumbling.


Hot tears pressed to the edge of his eyes, blurring his vision, making the rainbow sweater all but take over his sight as the colors mixed together. Then it cleared, the tears spilling silently, selfishly. Oliver was suddenly, painfully clear before him as the shade pressed the back of one hand to his brow, frustrated and torn.

 

[Cryobionic]

The imp opened his mouth to reply, to comment on the blood soiled, makeshift bandages tied tightly around the shade's side. He had just gotten out the words "Well, it was-" When Jun's pale face suddenly contorted in a series of raw emotions that went by to quickly for Oliver to name. And then the tears began.


The teen snapped his mouth shut with a startled gasp and nearly staggered back in surprise, only his tail shooting out to steady him against the wall preventing him from actually toppling over backwards. Off all the things Oliver had expected the shade to do, bursting into sudden sobs had not been one of them. In fact, Oliver was quite sure he had never seen the boy shed a tear before, not even when he had first found him, bleeding and beaten up on the floor of the forest mansion.


"Shit, you're leaking." The words had left his mouth before he could stop them, a reflexive joke made purely out of his usual habit of making light of serious situations in order to deflect them. Jun didn't seem to care, however, as the water running down his face seemed never ending.


With his eyes widened drastically, and his mind very nearly cleared of the effects of the alcohol from the shock, Oliver hesitantly took a step forward, reaching a hand out to awkwardly pat the top of the other boys white head. Comforting other people had never been one of his strong suits, the only experience he could ever remember having with such a task coming from his recent excursions with Estelle, and her over-emotional antics. Realizing this, the imp decided he might as well use the young witch as an example, and with a tentative, hesitant uncertainty wrapped Jun in an awkward hug, hoping this would at least make the shade feel a little bit better.

 

[Uasal]

Rodwen sat on the balcony watching the battle unfold. As each body hit the floor void of soul and spirit She grew more and more ecstatic , until eventual she couldn't contain herself. Rodwen gracefully leaped high into the air , her black demonic wings unfolded ,holding her in place , casting a dark shadow over part of the battle field. She had a psychotic smile on her face as she drew her sword from its holster.


Many a elf looked up at the former Archangel of death , some in awe others in terror. The dark lady's soldiers took this opportunity to slay some of the the distracted elves. Rodwen quickly dived at the battle field , as she glided through the battlefield, her sword swiftly cut through the elves ripping there souls from there bodies. There body's hit the floor without a scratch. but they were dead and there was no doubt about it. Rodwen touched down on the opposite side of the battle field,a clean line of corpses lay behind her, she turned back to face the elven army before licking the soul residue that dripped from the tip of her sword.

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

Serathi sighed, dropping from the cliff she was the battle from. "This ends now," she growled, as the sky began to grow black, any near by birds flying away in fear. The dark aura that surrounded her intensified to near startling amounts. The elves began to grow fidgety, looking around for the source. One by one, their shadows began to break from them, wrapping around from them, as it strangled the life from them. One by one, the elves dropped like flies, until their bodies littered the battle field. Her troops looked around as the sky began to turn back to normal, cheering for their victory, as Serathi dropped silently to ground. "Damn it...I haven;'t used that much power in a while..." she muttered, holding her head as if she had a migraine.

 

[Cryobionic]

Quincy let go off the now limp and lifeless elf, watching as the girl fell to the ground, her eyes bloodshot and red from the lack of oxygen. The nightmare let out a small moan of disappointment as he looked around, a pout quickly forming on his lips as he realized this was the case with every other elf on the battleground.


Placing his hands on his hips in an indignant fashion, the nightmare spun around on his heels, the bottom of his bare feet scraping against the gravel floor. A crimson glare was sent in the general direction of the fallen demoness, "Well, excuse you," He snapped, his nose scrunching up in distaste, "Some of us were just getting started!"


This battle had been just what he had needed to get his mind off his duplicate, to chase away those distorted, senseless images that floated to the surface of his mind, unbidden, every time Jun's startled face invaded his frontal lobe. Quincy pressed one of his blood stained palms to his forehead, as if the action could chase away the troubling and unknown feelings welling up within.


"No matter," He muttered after a few seconds, dropping his hand. His now red stained brow furrowed in anticipation as he spun around again and stepped over the now stiff corpse of his stolen victim, before marching off, intending on finding a new plaything, preferably, the guard on watch duty who had failed to inform them of the attack.

 

[Uasal]

Rodwen fell to her knees panting heavily , all the souls being released at once was too much for her. After a few minutes she had managed to somewhat calm herself down.She stood up straight and pierced the earth with her sword.All the souls of the deceased began to flow into the sword , both good and bad. After all the souls had been reaped Rodwen sheathed the sword and made her way over to Serathi and Quincy. She had no problem making her way through the soldiers as they simply separated when she got near.


"what a glorious mess you've made M'lady" Rodwen said flapping her wings a few times before concealing them. "putting that much pressure on your body makes my job that much more harder to do you know"

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

Serathi glared up at the fallen angel, shrugging off any help as she rose shakily to feet. "Clean up this mess," she simply ordered, walking back her mansion, still a bit light headed from her display of power.

 

[Uasal]

Rodwen sighed before turning to Quincy and smiling "your quite the commander Quincy , i reckon only half your men were slaughtered in that battle" . Rodwen hoped to get a reaction out of the daemonic dance addict , not out of hatred but for fun. The battle had put Rodwen in quite the playful and active mood. @Cryobionic