Fantasy Magic Brew Cafè (CLOSED)

[Elfia Nightwing]

"Spooky?" Ellie asked uncertainly, scooting behind the demon uncertainly. They hadn't seen the little ghost in quite sometime, so long, that Ellie had though the little ghost had left the city. " I...Spooky?..."She asked again, her blue eyes widening with the threath of tears. She gripped the demons shirt tightly, her had shaking slightly.

 

[Happy Red Mage]

Silence followed as Spooks made eye contact with Vincent. Tears fell down her eyes as she gave a weak smile. "I'm back..." She said as tears streamed down from her eyes. "...I'm sorry...that I've been gone so long..." She added as she looked down in order to prevent anyone from seeing her face. "I-I understand if you don't want me around anymore...I shouldn't have left...no...I shouldn't have left without saying goodbye to all of you." She said before she knelt down.

 

[Cryobionic]

The demon opened his mouth to reply, but quickly snapped his jaws shut as he realized he had absolutely no idea what to say. When Spooks had disappeared the second time around, they had all figured she had just left the city completely, maybe to escape the growing threat of the hunters and their armies. It wasn't an unreasonable thought, as many of the usual patrons of the cafe had disappeared too, and he had heard from Mrs. Cromwell not even a fortnight ago that the supernatural population of the city had nearly halved.


"What..." He began, his voice sounding a little faint, even to his own ears. With a frown, he cleared his throat, and tried again. "What made you come back?"

 

[Happy Red Mage]

Spooks looked at them, her gaze lingering at Ellie for a bit longer, making her heart skip a beat, before she looked away. "You...I didn't want to leave any of you behind...so I came back...I came back. For you, for Ellie and everyone else. I'm not leaving, not anymore." She said intensely. She stood up and tensed herself. "I'm-" Suddenly a bunch of bags appeared above her and buried her. "Ow."

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

"Spooks!" Ellie squeaked, pulling the young girl out from underneath the avalanche. "Your always welcome here Spooks, you know that," she smiled kindly, hugging the girl tightly."I missed you so much you silly ghost," She murmured softly, giving the girl a big smile.

 

[Happy Red Mage]

Spooks blushed as she slowly returned Ellie's hug. "A-ahh...uhh..." She said before taking a deep breath. "Thanks...I guess...and Ellie?" She started. "I missed you...you all, I mean, yeah, I meant that." She rambled.

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

Ellie tilted her head slightly, pressing her forehead against the girls."Spooks your all red, do you have a fever? Maybe you should go lie down for a bit..." she murmured, giving a worried look to the girl. " Your rooms still the same way you left it," she smiled brightly.

 

[thistle]

Emotionally distraught the shade didn’t notice his friend’s intent until the scratchy rustling of clothing broke the air. Jun stiffened when he felt the arms go about him, thinking to pull away, for it wasn’t often he allowed himself to succumb to such feelings, let alone receive such means of affection. But the situation appeared just as cumbersome on Oliver’s half as well, revealed by the obvious stiffness in both arms as the imp continued to pat against the hollow of one shoulder blade. But there was good intention in the gesture and it eased the tension from Jun.


The moment he relaxed it felt like a bolt was lifted, releasing a surge of emotion that had been long kept locked in the boy’s mind. With tearful confession Jun wove his tale to Oliver, pausing between breaths to swallow down the rising lump in his throat before continuing onward.


The umbrella. Its purpose.


The wisp and his deeds.


Jun even tried to summon bits of his past but within the first few seconds his voice caught, trembled, and he was only to provide a scant overview of what he knew. Revisiting the memories would do no good in improving his state so he briefed Oliver on the matter that he belonged to the soul of another. At the moment the only thing that concerned the shade was being able to spill the long harbored secrets as quickly as possible. Though it translated into incoherent patches of information in the end, it relieved the shade. Burden after burden was lifted and by the time Jun arrived to his brother his tears had all but subsided, and he removed himself from Oliver’s arms, eyes soft in appreciation despite their redness.


“I’m not sure how things will turn out with my brother,” Jun concluded, touching the red square of silk mindfully. His shoulders, already weighed down by his thoughts, withered even further. “This won’t make it any easier for the war, seeing as we appear to affect one another” It wasn’t certain when the others would hear about this but things could be set aside for now.


A clamor on the other side of the door made Jun startle, a sharp tensing of his frame as he heard Raya’s muffled voice. Oddly enough, she stilled in the next breath, an unusual decision for the protector who he thought would have burst through the next second.


Even so, it jostled the shade into action, ripping off a towel to rid his face of the dry tear marks, wondering what possible excuse they could come up with to explain the delay in the bathroom. "Thanks for listening to this entire mess. This must have all been tedious to listen to."


@Cryobionic

 

[Cryobionic]

Oliver opened his mouth, intent on giving some sound advice, to make everything hos friend had just revealed seem lighter, more manageable perhaps. But nothing came forth. His mind felt blank, as is someone had erased everything aside from Jun's voice, replaying his confessions again and again, hindering the imp from speaking in the most delicate of ways. And the bottle of gin he had drunk before coming in here to check up on the shade hadn't helped any either, despite the imp not being able too feel the effects of the strong drink any longer. Oliver closed his mouth with an audible snap, his yellow eyes blinking in confused uncertainty.


He needed to say something, though. Jun needed to hear something in response to his tale, some reassurance that he wasn't going absolutely mad. Because when Oliver glanced into his red-rimmed eyes, the realization that his friend was at a loss for what to do, the look of absolute emotional disorientation displayed in his golden orbs nearly made Oliver stumble. He had seen that same look sometimes, while gazing into a mirror, and seeing it in another persons face was nearly disconcerting.


All of this, on top of the actual facts Jun had laid out on the table, only served to make the imp sober up even more, his fist going up to his face, rubbing at his eyes in a halfhearted attempt at clearing his mind. Once he was sure he wasn't going to blabber out the first thing that could happen to come into his thoughts, the imp opened his mouth, took a small, shaky breath, and tried anew.


"I'm not quite sure what to tell you," He confessed slowly, his shoes scraping softly against the blood stained bathroom tiles as he took a step back to lean against the door, "But I'm... That is, you're welcome, I guess. And..." Oliver paused, his sharp teeth clamping around his lower lip as he realized that he really did not know what to say to make the situation appear better at all. His dark brows drew together in a frown of contemplation as he began thinking of what one could actually say in a situation like this, but nothing seemed to come forth. So, after a small sigh of annoyance at himself, he decided to go with the things he already knew, and perhaps that could offer some sort of comfort. Though, he failed to see how.


"The wisp... Vahl, did you say his name was? He smelled of bad news when I met him, that one time?" His voice, much to his irritation, sounded faint and unsure. Oliver cleared his throat, "Like... something bad. Evil."


(@thistle I am so sorry about this crappy post. I'm drunk right now. Sorry. If you want me to, I can take it down and write another when I'm sober. But I thought I oughta try.)

 

[thistle]

It was clear the situation had been somewhat of a discomfort for Oliver and no doubt seeing the dry tear marks that continued to stain his face probably didn't ease his friend any less. Jun, to alleviate the pangs of awkwardness, pretended to busy himself while he waited for a response. It wasn't exactly the easiest situation to deal with when one had spilled a vast well of secrets. Had Oliver decided to leave at that moment, Jun wouldn't have been offended at all - guilty, if anything, for putting him through it. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted where his tears had marked the boy's sweat shirt, and managed to hide his wince as he shuffled before the sink and unwound one of the faucets.


The chill of the water settled him even further as it filled both palms, gentle splashing occupying the silence as he lifted the clear pool to his face. Jun was in the midst of patting his skin dry when he finally received an answer. It was something, and that's all that mattered.


Oliver paused then, and Jun took it as a sign to finally relieve them of the place, grabbing the door handle and starting to push it open. It parted just enough to stick a hand through before jarring to a halt. Frowning in the slightest and thinking the door had caught due to a faulty screw, Jun pulled the door back before sending it out once more. Again, there was sure resistance although this time a dull 'thunk' followed.


He wondered if Raya had barricaded the door on the other end and meant to call for her but Oliver, who he thought had lulled into silence, spoke up and his words made the shade whirl around in disbelief. "Vahl?" he repeated, startled, "you met him? But how? I made sure he didn't know of the cafe's...location." Jun thought back to when the wisp had first lured him out, exposing the secrets of his umbrella on the cliff side. It seemed like so much had happened since then. "When did you run into him?"


@Cryobionic

 

[Cryobionic]

The imp tilted his head to the side, partially out of confusion at watching Jun struggle with opening the door, and partially out of a slight disbelief that he didn't remember their encounter with the wisp. But then again, Jun had just cried his eyes out. He was probably exhausted, and when he thought more on it, Oliver could understand why. His own body felt properly beat, even in his slightly intoxicated state, and he had only cried a little bit.


Which was probably why he couldn't open the door probably either, so after a small pause of contemplation, the imp stepped forward, his shoes lighting up the white tiles, bathing them in a red flickering glow as he grabbed the door handle. "Remember back when he came in with Ellie?" He murmured, making his voice soften a little on purpose as he tried to push the door open. It slid open a few centimeters, before hitting something with a dull thud. Oliver frowned slightly, and pulled it back to try again,


"When Ellie had hurt her ankle or something like that? He smelled weird then, you see," Oliver pushed at the door, harder this time, but it only served to slam into whatever was on the other side, "Familiar, somehow, but... in a bad way. Really bad. It set my teeth on edge, really. Because I couldn't quite," He tried again, slam, thump, "Put my finger on it."


Oliver stepped back and regarded the door with a small pout, his lower lip sticking out just a little out of habit as he turned to face Jun once more, "It wont open." The statement was unnecessary, perhaps a little childish, but he said it anyway.

 

[Happy Red Mage]

"I'm alright..." Spooks said. "I wouldn't be opposed to a nap though..." She added as she hesitantly pulled away from Ellie's embrace, one that she will be thinking of for a very long time. 'She smells so nice...' She thought as she made her way into her room. "Although dick move of Uria sending the bags on top off me..." She suddenly halted. "I think I need some help with my bags..." She said sheepishly as she made her way to the bag pile.

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

"Oh! I can help Spooky!" She smiled brightly, going to the pile and trying to lift up a bag squeaking in defeat as she blushed brightly, struggling to barely move the suitcase. "Or not," she whimpered, looking pleadingly at the demon for help. "Vinny..." she whined slightly, blushing in embarrassment.

 

[Cryobionic]

A small chuckle managed to escape the demons lips as he watched the spectacle with a smile, and he soon made his way over to help Ellie with the heavy bags, catching her lips in a quick kiss as he passed her to grab the suitcases.


They were heavy, and briefly, Vincent wondered what the hell Spooks might be keeping in them, especially seeing as there were at least five of them on the floor. Then, another thought struck him as he began to make his way towards the former ghosts room, how had she managed to get the bags out by herself in the first place? These were all questions that puzzled him greatly, but as he placed the bags on the floor beside the door to her room, he figured some questions would be best to leave unanswered.

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

Ellie smiled, hugging the demon from behind. "Thank you," she giggled, going up on her tip toes to kiss the demon lightly. "Vinny, if I can't give you a makeover, can I please do a face mask on your please~? It''ll help make your skin look better," she smiled brightly, lacing her fingers to the demons making escape almost impossible. "Pretty pretty please?" she smiled brightly, tilting her head innocently.

 

[Happy Red Mage]

"Thanks guys." Spooks said as she pushed the rest of the bags into her room. "So...uh...was I interrupting something when I came back because if I was I can go into my room and let you guys go back into it..." She rambled on. She then walked into the wall next to the doorway of her room. "Ow..." She mumbled as she went into her room.

 

[Cryobionic]

"What's a facemask?" Vincent asked, turning around to face the witch, his face displaying genuine curiosity. The name brought up images of less than pleasant things, but from the look on Ellie's face, he very much doubted the process would involve actually making a mask of someones face. Though, then again, this was the same witch who giggled while watching the movie 'Saw.'

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

"No, no!!"Ellie pouted, grabbing Spook's hand gently. "We have got some serious catching up to do!!" she pouted, puffing out her cheeks slightly. She turned back to the demon. "Well, there this kinda goop, that you put on your face, and you leave it there for a bit while it hardens, and afterword it makes your skin feel so good and soft!!" she giggled. "I'll give one to you too Spooks," she smiled brightly.

 

[Cryobionic]

"Goop?" Vincent repeated slowly, one eyebrow raising, "Well... I guess it couldn't hurt, could it?" He mumbled, shrugging his shoulders.

 

[thistle]

Jun moved aside and watched as the imp proceeded to repeat the same action as himself, though with notably more force. The shade's expression grew slack with disbelief once more but for an entirely different reason. The fact that he had forgotten the wisp's arrival just a few days ago confirmed his troubles had gone unchecked for far too long.


"You're right. I can't believe..." A troubled hand rested against his face for an instant, mildly unsettled that he had forgotten. "Stay away from him if you can. I'm not entirely sure what his intentions are yet. For now," Jun concluded, trying a final time at the door, "we should keep an eye on Ellie in case..." He drifted off as it suddenly gave way beneath him. There was slight resistance as though something from the other side still tried to keep them trapped inside, but it was remarkably easier as Jun eased it open. The gap was wide enough to slip pass, and pausing long enough to give Oliver a peculiar look, the shade wiggled through the space, careful not to disturb the door further.


A weight of silence arrived, broken only moments after by the hollowed words of the shade as he stared down numbly at the unconscious protector laying still on the floor.


"Oliver... What did we do?"


@Cryobionic

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

"Really!? Yay! Come on! I got this new one that bubbles up at it feels really nice and tingly!" She giggled, pulling the demon up to the apartment, sitting him on the bed. "We have to get the bangs out your face," she murmured, materializing a simple white headband, fitting around the demon's head so it blocked his hair from his face, giving her full access.The witch then skipped to the bathroom, coming back with a small container of green, faintly tea smelling mask. "Don't squirm," she murmured, as she began spreading the cold mask on the demons face, working face as she saw the mask already foaming up.

 

[Cryobionic]

Oliver's shoulders shrugged on their own accord, "I wasn't planning on tip-toeing through the fields with him or anything. Don't worry, after what you told me about him, I'm not gonna go within even a mile of the guy." The imp gave a weak grin, the smile a stark contrast from his usual care-free demeanor, but it was a smile none the less.


As Jun began to push at the door again, Oliver tilted his head to the side, "I wont let him get to Ellie again either. Once, I was tried out as a watchdog, it was only for a week, but I still learned some tricks, you know. Wow, that door is really stubborn, huh?" The imp stepped forward and raised his hands to help with the pushing, but just as his fingertips grazed the surface of the wooden door, it gave in.


Oliver stepped out of the way as Jun made his way through the tiny gap, contemplating if he could actually manage to squeeze himself through after him. While Oliver was a bit smaller than the other male in terms of height, the same could not be said about width, and he was just about to ask Jun if maybe he should just wait until whatever was blocking the door had been removed, when he heard the sharp intake of breath from the other side, and the worried words of his friend.


Thoughts of getting stuck now out the window, metaphorically as the bathroom had none, Oliver hurriedly made his way out the door, managing just barely to squeeze his way through the gap. "What is-" Yellow eyes widened in shock, going from the unconscious form of the protector, to the shade, and back again.


"Shit! Is she dead? Did we kill her? Jun, are we killers??" Oliver's expression morphed into that of horror as his eyes returned to stare up at the shade, shaking his head quickly from side to side, "I can't go to jail! Do you know what they do to boys like me in jail?"


@thistle

 

[Cryobionic]

"This feels weird," The demon whined, his hand reaching up to wipe away the unfamiliar, fresh-smelling stuff out of reflex, frowning as his hand was instantly covered in the wet goop. "You'd better not get any in my eyes. I need those." He pouted, his nose wrinkling in distaste. Had he known that this was what 'face masks' was, he wouldn't have agreed to it in the first place. "You should do some on yourself, at least, huh?"

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

"I usually do this stuff, I work hard to be pretty for you!" She pouted.When she covered his entire face. "Don't mess with it!" she pouted, pulling back her bangs. Ellie then started to put the mask on herself, enjoying the relaxing bubbling sensation. "Now, we have to wait for five minutes, don't touch your face," she smiled, laying back on the bed. "Your gonna look so pretty~~," she giggled.

 

[Happy Red Mage]

Spooks watched awkwardly from the sides and shuddered. She had memories of makeovers from Hamon's...or hers experiences. They seemed pretty harmless at first, then Raviel, being the most doting sister she had suddenly started to take things seriously...waaaay to seriously. She gave another unintentional shudder as she slowly backed away from the couple.