Living Owl
The Wise One.
With More Power
Comes Greater Destruction....
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With More Power
Comes Greater Destruction....
(A Role-play Between Living Owl and Duskertem Only)
Living Owl
The Wise One.
Evening poisoned the once blue, clear skies, as darkness nearly poured in the land. This is Irvene's favorite time of day. The moon emitted the only light through the streets, besides the streetlights, while it makes it easier to stalk prey and kill faster. Ever since he's entered this silly Earth Realm, the demon attempted to make his visit here entertaining by killing humans and witnessing other humans attempting to solve the mystery. Then, they think they found the guy when it was actually him who is the "serial killer." A light chuckle was heard from Irvene, as he continued to stroll through the littered streets. Surprising enough, while he thought the most silent time of the day was night, he was completely wrong. Tonight, there were many youngsters browsing about with their friends, merely chattering and laughing at mindless entertainment. It seemed silly and confusing to Irvene. What was there to enjoy here? When he was human long, long ago, people barely went outside at night because there was absolutely nothing to do. Humans today are strange.
Noticing a minor building being completely littered with humans who are walking through the door, or simply standing outside, Irvene thought it may be interesting if he could find a human to lure and murder. That sounds rather fun. Glancing down at his attire to determine if he looks "human" enough, he shrugged. A simple white t-shirt with dark gray jeans seemed fine to him. What else do humans wear nowadays? Who knows.
Entering the bar, Irvene received many stares from patrons who has never seen him before, but he paid no attention to them. Those are the type of humans that are not fun enough to kill because they travel in groups. His targets are those who keep to themselves and isolate in the corner of the bar rather than attempting to make friends. That is good. He despises groups. There are more killing involves with groups rather than a clean cut kill.
Sitting at the stool of the bar, the bartender intently greeted him and offered a drink. "Can I just get any beer you have? Surprise me, I don't care what you have," he requested, not exactly familiar with today's alcohol. Besides, he was more of a wine drinker, which is slightly ironic seeing as churches would use wine as a portrayal of Christ's blood. "You got it, sir," the bartender gladly responded with a wide grin. The broad, bold man, wearing a black t-shirt and pants, grabbed a bottle of Budweiser and cracked it open before sliding it in front of Irvene. The disguised demon nodded in appreciation before taking a swing of the beer. The taste was almost satisfying, but some nice red wine would really do the trick.
Spinning his stool toward the people rather than the bar, Irvene scanned the loud room full of people chatting away with friends. My, tonight appears to be a bore so far. Why must humans travel in packs rather than in isolation. Sighing heavily, he grabbed his beer and took another swing. One day, these humans will bow to him and worship only him, not God. It will happen one day, but he must tackle the right opportunity at the right time.
Noticing a minor building being completely littered with humans who are walking through the door, or simply standing outside, Irvene thought it may be interesting if he could find a human to lure and murder. That sounds rather fun. Glancing down at his attire to determine if he looks "human" enough, he shrugged. A simple white t-shirt with dark gray jeans seemed fine to him. What else do humans wear nowadays? Who knows.
Entering the bar, Irvene received many stares from patrons who has never seen him before, but he paid no attention to them. Those are the type of humans that are not fun enough to kill because they travel in groups. His targets are those who keep to themselves and isolate in the corner of the bar rather than attempting to make friends. That is good. He despises groups. There are more killing involves with groups rather than a clean cut kill.
Sitting at the stool of the bar, the bartender intently greeted him and offered a drink. "Can I just get any beer you have? Surprise me, I don't care what you have," he requested, not exactly familiar with today's alcohol. Besides, he was more of a wine drinker, which is slightly ironic seeing as churches would use wine as a portrayal of Christ's blood. "You got it, sir," the bartender gladly responded with a wide grin. The broad, bold man, wearing a black t-shirt and pants, grabbed a bottle of Budweiser and cracked it open before sliding it in front of Irvene. The disguised demon nodded in appreciation before taking a swing of the beer. The taste was almost satisfying, but some nice red wine would really do the trick.
Spinning his stool toward the people rather than the bar, Irvene scanned the loud room full of people chatting away with friends. My, tonight appears to be a bore so far. Why must humans travel in packs rather than in isolation. Sighing heavily, he grabbed his beer and took another swing. One day, these humans will bow to him and worship only him, not God. It will happen one day, but he must tackle the right opportunity at the right time.
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Max parked the car, a bit nervous. His three friends were with him in the car, ready to get out. But that was why he was nervous. He didn't want to get out of the car. He had never gone into a bar. He had his morals, thank you. But his had forced him. And when he tried to mix up the directions so they'd be lost, his friends yelled at him to go the other way. He could never really get away with anything with his friends. He looked at the building and sighed. He did not want this, but his friends soon got out of the car and he was left inside alone. He got out against his own will and headed to the building with his friends.
"Hey!" his friend Victor said to the security guard. He knew him well and he hated him for that. It showed that he always went here. Not that he didn't know that before. But seeing it is believing. He nodded at the security guard as he and he friends went in. This was the most nerve-wrecking part. Entering and not knowing what to expect. This was his first time here. Or any bar, really. He didn't know what he should expect. Well, he expected loud music and a lot of dancing, but he reminded himself that this was what a club was for, not a bar.
His suspicions were right. There was no loud music. The place played low music but what made the place loud was the chatter amongst people. The lights weren't much, either, but they created a dark atmosphere. People were gathered around the bartender, drinking and laughing and having a good time. Some were sitting on tables, others were standing in corners, flirting and drinking their asses off. This already seemed like a bad idea. But too late now. His friend Farrell was already dragging him to get a drink.
The group was drinking and laughing and somehow, they managed to get Max to do the same. By the end, he was having fun, his third drink in hand. Victor and Stacey headed off to be alone together. Whatever they were doing, Max didn't care. He bet it was disgusting. Kissing. Laughing. Talking. Bleh. Absolutely disgusting. The worst part, too, was that Farrell had to leave. He was the only one left in the bar since it seemed that Victor and Stacy were not here anymore. Again, whatever they were doing, disgusting.
So he stayed in his stool, a guy beside him and and a drunken girl a bit further away. Max pushed the glass away from himself. He didn't want to drink anymore. He felt so disgusted with himself. He put his head on the table, feeling so lonely and pathetic. First, his friends leave him, now. He felt drunk and stupid. Why did he come here? His siblings would be so disappointed in him for doing this. He was disappointed in himself. He decided to wait here until he felt less drunk and able to drive.
"Hey!" his friend Victor said to the security guard. He knew him well and he hated him for that. It showed that he always went here. Not that he didn't know that before. But seeing it is believing. He nodded at the security guard as he and he friends went in. This was the most nerve-wrecking part. Entering and not knowing what to expect. This was his first time here. Or any bar, really. He didn't know what he should expect. Well, he expected loud music and a lot of dancing, but he reminded himself that this was what a club was for, not a bar.
His suspicions were right. There was no loud music. The place played low music but what made the place loud was the chatter amongst people. The lights weren't much, either, but they created a dark atmosphere. People were gathered around the bartender, drinking and laughing and having a good time. Some were sitting on tables, others were standing in corners, flirting and drinking their asses off. This already seemed like a bad idea. But too late now. His friend Farrell was already dragging him to get a drink.
The group was drinking and laughing and somehow, they managed to get Max to do the same. By the end, he was having fun, his third drink in hand. Victor and Stacey headed off to be alone together. Whatever they were doing, Max didn't care. He bet it was disgusting. Kissing. Laughing. Talking. Bleh. Absolutely disgusting. The worst part, too, was that Farrell had to leave. He was the only one left in the bar since it seemed that Victor and Stacy were not here anymore. Again, whatever they were doing, disgusting.
So he stayed in his stool, a guy beside him and and a drunken girl a bit further away. Max pushed the glass away from himself. He didn't want to drink anymore. He felt so disgusted with himself. He put his head on the table, feeling so lonely and pathetic. First, his friends leave him, now. He felt drunk and stupid. Why did he come here? His siblings would be so disappointed in him for doing this. He was disappointed in himself. He decided to wait here until he felt less drunk and able to drive.
Living Owl
The Wise One.
Bored, bright blue, soulless eyes found some slightly interesting humans. It amazes him how these people could come to such a public place and make a complete fool of themselves. For example, the drunken woman seats away from him who was babbling along with strangers and the bartender when he was nearby. She would flirt, flaunt her body around, and attempt to get drinks for free for her appearance. How annoying. What goes on through a human's mind when saying such a thing? As he glanced in front of him, he could notice men laughing loudly, basically covering this entire building with chatters and laughter. This building has the potential of being silent if those guys would shut their mouths.
However, look who's on his right. There seems to be a sulking male sitting on a stool a bit away from him. He seemed to be alone from how defeated his expressions appear. Perhaps he was dumped by a woman? He almost appeared sick of the glass drink in front of him. Not if Irvene has something to say about that. A cute man doesn't need to be dumped. "Hey, you don't seem to look so great," he slightly teased the man, as he grinned slightly at him. Maybe charm will get him close to this man. He seems to be perfect....
Irvene stood up and walked over to the stool next to the guy. He sat down on the leather black stool and placed a hand on the man's back. However, before he could utter a word of comfort, his heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, his body pulsed in anticipation and rushed, causing the demon to rapidly retreat his hand onto his own lap with wide eyes. He's.... never felt such power from a human before.... What is causing such energy? However, he rapidly masked his shock with a gentle, friendly face. "I hope you feel better. If it's a woman, don't worry. You'll survive," he attempted to comfort, taking a swing of his drink. Yeah, trying to make a human feel better was not his specialty. But hey, maybe it'll work. He must harvest his energy for his own uses. It's simply a perfect opportunity to slip from.
"My name's Irvene," the demon greeted, finishing his drink. "What about you?" He waved over the bartender and ordered the same drink. This human seems to have good taste. This drink is too delicious to pass up.
However, look who's on his right. There seems to be a sulking male sitting on a stool a bit away from him. He seemed to be alone from how defeated his expressions appear. Perhaps he was dumped by a woman? He almost appeared sick of the glass drink in front of him. Not if Irvene has something to say about that. A cute man doesn't need to be dumped. "Hey, you don't seem to look so great," he slightly teased the man, as he grinned slightly at him. Maybe charm will get him close to this man. He seems to be perfect....
Irvene stood up and walked over to the stool next to the guy. He sat down on the leather black stool and placed a hand on the man's back. However, before he could utter a word of comfort, his heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, his body pulsed in anticipation and rushed, causing the demon to rapidly retreat his hand onto his own lap with wide eyes. He's.... never felt such power from a human before.... What is causing such energy? However, he rapidly masked his shock with a gentle, friendly face. "I hope you feel better. If it's a woman, don't worry. You'll survive," he attempted to comfort, taking a swing of his drink. Yeah, trying to make a human feel better was not his specialty. But hey, maybe it'll work. He must harvest his energy for his own uses. It's simply a perfect opportunity to slip from.
"My name's Irvene," the demon greeted, finishing his drink. "What about you?" He waved over the bartender and ordered the same drink. This human seems to have good taste. This drink is too delicious to pass up.
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Max lifted his head up, confused. Who was talking to him? It was a guy. And he was on his left. So he turned to the source of the voice and blinked. There was a guy with dark hair and a mysterious look. He didn't feel so good sitting beside him, but who cared right now? He had no one at the moment. He was desperate for human contact. The guy introduced himself as Irvene and Max smiled at him tiredly. "I'm Max."
Irvene seemed handsome. Should he be concerned? He had never trusted a pretty face except for his friend's, Farrell. Even he was a jerk before he became friends with Max. But the guy seemed to get things wrong about him. There was no girl. Actually, girls be damned here. He was not into hunting drunkees. "No girl. Friends left and I'm drunk. Can't drive." Probably shouldn't have said the last part. He didn't want the guy worrying about him, or worse, force him to get in a car with him.
Now it was Max's turn to ask questions and change the subject. But he had to think about this. Since he was drunk, he didn't want to say anything stupid. He was the most embarrassing thinker. He played with his empty glass and said, "So what's a pretty guy like you doing here?" Oops. And there it was. An embarrassing sentence. He laughed, saying, "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm the worst around people." That was because he was lonely at the moment. He didn't converse with people well when he wasn't surrounded by them. And that thought made him sad.
Max breathed out and got up. "I'll just ... go sit in the car and not drive until I'm sober enough." Because he didn't want to bother Irvene. Though he didn't seem bothered. But this was better than staying here and embarrassing himself with his stupid, annoying sentences that he called "comments".
Irvene seemed handsome. Should he be concerned? He had never trusted a pretty face except for his friend's, Farrell. Even he was a jerk before he became friends with Max. But the guy seemed to get things wrong about him. There was no girl. Actually, girls be damned here. He was not into hunting drunkees. "No girl. Friends left and I'm drunk. Can't drive." Probably shouldn't have said the last part. He didn't want the guy worrying about him, or worse, force him to get in a car with him.
Now it was Max's turn to ask questions and change the subject. But he had to think about this. Since he was drunk, he didn't want to say anything stupid. He was the most embarrassing thinker. He played with his empty glass and said, "So what's a pretty guy like you doing here?" Oops. And there it was. An embarrassing sentence. He laughed, saying, "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm the worst around people." That was because he was lonely at the moment. He didn't converse with people well when he wasn't surrounded by them. And that thought made him sad.
Max breathed out and got up. "I'll just ... go sit in the car and not drive until I'm sober enough." Because he didn't want to bother Irvene. Though he didn't seem bothered. But this was better than staying here and embarrassing himself with his stupid, annoying sentences that he called "comments".
