Realistic or Modern Shaman in the Dark

[SerianX13]

A 1x1 RP for myself and Sillymouth , a look as a cross over of modern and fantasy. Two people finding each other from other sides of the same world. One very human, one very much not!​

Plot - A cult is trying to merge the two worlds to appease their god.​

First Name: Alexander

Nickname: Xander

Last Name: Monark

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Species: Human (Visigoth). The Visigoth have unusual features because of their mythical heritage. The most obvious are the differences in hair and eye colour.

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Birthday: August 8th

Life Story: Xander was born as the youngest son to the King and Queen of Visigoth. Xander was educated in mathematics, geography and languages like all lords of the time were, however he excelled in his tutorship of fencing and swordplay.

Appearance

Eye Color(s): Blue

Hair Color: Blue/Green

Skin tone: Pale white

Body type: Athletic

Height: 5’10”

About him

Personality: Brave, Chivalrous, Confident and Empathetic. He follows his own rules and moral code.

Alignment: Chaotic good.

Like(s): Talking, taking risks, travelling.

Dislike(s): Being wrong, being outcasted, when someone turns down his help.

Hobbies: Swordplay, Horse-riding, sailing.

Fear(s): The death of loved ones, the fear of the unknown

First Name: Rowan Esme

Nickname: Rose

Last Name: Birch

Gender: Female

Age: 26

Species: Human

Sexual Orientation: Straight?

Birthday: December 5th

Life Story: Lived most of her life upper-middle class, wants to live up to her family's tradition of either going into Law or joining the police force. At almost 30 years old, she's just starting to take her entrance exams now for the academy and still doesn't know what she wants to do in the long run. Hasn't had a relationship for years, finds that just fine. Is more interested in working her bar tending job because it gives her all the word on the street and she'll be sad to see that go if she becomes known as a cop.

Appearance

Eye Color(s): Hazel

Hair Color: Brunette with red highlights

Skin tone: Fairly pale

Body type: Athletic

Height: 5’4”

About her

Personality: Jokester, secretly rather intelligent but doesn't care if anyone knows, flirtatious, independent

Alignment: Chaotic neutral

Like(s): Traveling, betting, black coffee

Dislike(s): People that don't tip at the bar, blood, sushi

Hobbies: Rock climbing, reading, bar tricks

Fear(s): Disappointing her family​

 

[SerianX13]

The air filled with the sounds of people in various stages of intoxication. The side door swung open and closed periodically, a lingering scent of the smokers from outside coming in with the swing. The bar had a typical darkened appearance, not too well lit and the patrons liked it just like that. A fairly large operation, the center of which was the beautiful old wood of the bar that housed 4 separate tenders and multiple high stools. This bar simply named Jared's after one of the first owners held upwards of 100+ people complete with 4 dart boards, a pool table with a second unfortunately out of commission to be restored after a rather uproarious night a month ago, and a corner to be home to local talent depending on the night of the week. It was the center of activity throughout the weekend for working class, unemployed, scum of the earth, and blue collar alike. A strange convergence all centered in Jared's.

As the music slowly turned from country to Top 40 from whatever radio station the owner was playing with, the bar tenders saw a quick uptick in energy from the younger crowd and rushed to fill a new line of shots. The second bar tender in was pouring more fireball for the group of 4 business class looking fellows by her seats. Not too tall, with some dark hair pulled back in a wild pony tail and a black shirt that had all the markings of working a busy night (stains, wet spots, etc) this girl was holding her own in a conversation about Roth IRAs and 'investing in your future'. They pronounced a toast with the new shots to their friends and the girl pouring.

"What I just don't get is how we come here almost every Friday and you won't let even one of us take you out on a real date?"
"Come on man you can't say that, she's a good friend and you're gonna ruin our occasional free shots."
"He's right, sorry Rose. I'm getting light headed and you know what that means."

"Yeah, it means if I keep pouring this stuff you're actually gonna find me more attractive than your wife."

A collective 'OOOOOH!' sprang up from the group, and they apologized to their friend behind the bar. Rowan Esme Birch was no stranger to this kind of attention, but she was much more focused on keeping her tips and moving onto the next group as this one would wander out in approximately 25min, like clockwork.

 

[Sillymouth]

Just a couple seconds of a usual night pass bye, when suddenly a strange looking man pushed to door open so forcefully the clash could be heard over the music and other unruly sounds of the bar. He looked weary and broken as he hunched over and attempted to walk over to a bar tender, though it looked more like a shuffle. The man had an odd appearance to say the least, clad in blue plated armour with a green cape tied onto it. The man's hair was greenish blue colour, and he sported a long, slender sword tied to a belt around his hip. He eventually made his way over to Rowan's bar.
"Pardon my intrusion gentleman." He groaned as he slipped between them to get to a space at the bar. He then smashed his hands down on the bar and said "Serve me some of your greatest mead barkeeper" and promptly laid down a solid gold coin.

 

[SerianX13]

As the bar fell into an odd silence, the only sound heard was whisperings and the continued Top 40 blasting out. But that did nothing to quell the intrigue this new person sparked. A few snide comments about 'it must be another con in town' or 'look they're playing dungeons and dragons in the streets now' slipped out amongst the guests. Rowan's head snapped up to the new comer and her group of suits and ties looked ill, not from the alcohol but from their collective lack of a backbone.

"Is that a... a sword?" One of them muttered under his breath. As the greenish-blue haired gentleman passed among them they hurriedly made there way to the other side of the bar to cash out, leaving Rowan a few crumpled $20s and one accidental $100 in their wake as tips.

She did a double take from the man to the cash, slipped it into her tip jar swiftly and tried to affix her best 'What a delight you're at my bar' smile.

"We only have one mead on tap right now, from out of the Hudson Valley, so by default it's our best." She began pouring a glass while talking, eyeing the gold coin with the same 'this is normal and you're making my night' smile. As she let it come to rest in from of him, she picked up the coin and gave it a cursory glance.

"And we only accept cash, debit, or credit here. Not... this." The longer she kept up this attitude, the less uneasy she was feeling. And when he walked in, she felt mighty uneasy.

 

[Sillymouth]

Xander looked back at the men who fled the bar, and then back at Rowen.

"Look lady, I just arrived in thine village and I grow quite tiresome already as is. I have naught an idea of why you don't accept my coin. Back in Castle Town a bar maid such as yourself can consider herself quite lucky if she received a silver coin in the stead of a gold coin." He said with a grin emerging on his face.

 

[Sillymouth]

(*In the stead of a copper coin)

 

[SerianX13]

"Bar maid?... Thine... village?" Rowan looked increasingly confused and was losing her customer service smile as the smirk of this man continued. The other three bar tenders were silently watching their coworker with ever growing curiosity.

"Listen here, kid, I don't care if you just got out of line from buying the new Legend of Zelda, or if you're here to slay the tavern lich and are gonna roll for initiative. Cash. Debit. Credit. That's all we take so unless you first show me some I.D. and then next show me some real currency we're gonna have to show you out." The female somehow managed to say it all without a hint of agitation, though it was evident.

The oldest of the bar tenders, a tall blonde man named Zachary with a wedding ring and an intimidating stature walked over and put his hand on Rowan's shoulder. Just a moment, then walked by to let her know they were keeping an eye on her. Bars were still considered customer service after all, can't make an enemy too quickly in public.

 

[Sillymouth]

Xander then started to laugh and let out a sigh.

"If you might bend your ear before running your mouth, Visigoth coins are worth the most out of all currency of Erde. Does thou really deny my tip? I warn you this sort of behaviour infuriates me. But it is thy lucky day, for I am an empathetic lord. Very well, I shall provide thee with some identification." He chuckles and reaches to a pouch tied to his belt opposite of his scabbard.
"Where is it I know its here... Are here it is!" He exclaims as he pulls out a weatherworn scroll. "There, script of my birth." He says and presents Rowen with the scroll.

The scroll writes:" Alexander Monark, sixth son of King Leonidas and Queen Romani on the 8th day of August, 802 Third Era. Born of royalty, he shall be provided with an eighth of the royal coffers and and equal amount of land." It finishes with a purple seal and a signature.

 

[SerianX13]

Rowan's eyebrow twitched when the man started laughing. Keeping her cool, she neatly stacked glasses as he talked like it was second nature. Once the scroll was produced, she took it gingerly as if it might be a prank. She read it... and read it again. Once more, and then burst into her own short bout of laughter complete with a tear. She stifled herself quickly, making it look like she was coughing, and flagged down the owner from the other side of the bar. Since she'd started talking to the stranger the noise had picked back up, nothing out of the ordinary here obviously and far too much alcohol already drunk to pay it mind for too long.

"What's going on Rose?"
"This uh... this... gentleman is none other than Alexander Monark. Yeah? Sixth son of King Leonidas and Queen Romani... born in the third era." The brunette finished by brushing a piece of hair away from her face and folding her arms softly.
"Uh... ok, alright kid we're gonna ask you to leave. You need us to call you a cab or an er... a horse?" The owner allowed himself a chuckle and snapped his fingers to signal a bouncer from the side door to come and stand by Alexander.

"Maybe your coins work in Erde but in New York? Nah, come back when you have some 21st century bills." with a casual wink and a flash, she had cleared the glass of mead and turned away from the bar to clean.

 

[Sillymouth]

Xander looked up at the bouncer and back at Rose and the manager. He swiftly breathed through his teeth, his grin fading.

"I have not an idea of why thou rejects my money, insists on speaking lower English, and now attempts to banish me from thine tavern. Well, it matters not. Just provide me with the directions to Visigoth castle, or help me by providing some information on the whereabouts of a well known fugitive. The choice is yours. " He says nervously, ever aware of the bouncer imposing on him.
"And just for your information, you might want to update the local calendar. It's the 9th century of the third era." He jabs.

 

[SerianX13]

With a slow deliberate sigh, Rowan turned back around to Alexander and smiled even sweeter than before. She walked to the far end of the bar and swiped the newspaper from under the stack of reading material they kept (magazines, newspapers, local flyers, etc). Placing it down in front of Alexander, she pointed out with a short nailed finger the date.

"Our calendar is just fine, get your head checked buddy. And Visigoth Castle? Never heard of it. Sounds like some crap the psychic talks about when she wanders in here talking about 'spirits' and 'the other world' and 'forces out there'." Rowan snorted an unattractive laugh and waited for this to end. Her night just had another hour to go, and her head was started to pound. Not from the agitation of this obviously delirious man but... she felt like she was being exposed to heavy music or electricity or something. The longer this stranger stayed in front of her, she felt... off.

 

[Sillymouth]

"Phh, that scribe must have had too much to drink." Xander jested. "That's just absurd, your whole village is absurd. How can your people be so out of the loop that you don't know your own capital." He goes on. He looks back up at the bouncer and tells him to "flee." He looks back at Rose and says "Now listen here, Rose I reckon your name must be, there is a very dangerous man roaming about your quant little village of New York. I would hate to see you suffer at this rodents hands."

 

[SerianX13]

"Are you threatening my bar tender?" The owner said, taking a voice of authority as the bouncer moved in closer to grab Alexander's upper arm. "You and your blue hair aren't welcome here, ok? I got enough weirdos coming to get one that doesn't know you don't threaten an employee in front of their boss."

"A dangerous man?" Rowan said under her breath, trying not to let it show the words had taken her interest even for a moment. No, no no no, this kid was exactly what her boss said: a weirdo. "Get him out of here, I'm taking my break." She broke eye contact with the man and grabbed her jacket stuffed underneath the bar in a side cabinet. Nope, she was totally interested in investigating this now. How was she ever going to be a good cop if she didn't... hunt down leads and listen to the word on the street? Or something like that.

Before she stepped out the side door she searched back for Alexander and hoped he saw her turn to the side alley outside the door. If he followed? Listen to this crazy story. If he didn't? She'd finish her now-cold coffee in peace.

 

[Sillymouth]

Xander saw Rose walk to the side alley. He looked up at the bouncer and said "Unhand me oaf, I had no quarrel with you. I'm leaving the tavern." While twisting the bouncers arm. The bouncer cried out in pain as Xander stormed out of the bar. He looked down in anger and stomped the ground.
"I needed that damn information!" He shouted. "And I could've done with a drink as well." He mumbled. Whatever, I'll go talk to that woman about it, she ought to know at least something, Xander thought. He turned in to the back alley and shouted "Ho there!" He ran up to her and said "I apologise for the events that occurred inside the tavern, but you never did answer my question. You have to realise I'm trying to help you and your people, right?"

 

[SerianX13]

As the owner was too busy handling the bouncer, and the bouncer was too busy accepting the lovely female attention from placing ice on his arm, Rowan knew she wouldn't be noticed. The coffee, now iced not by choice, tasted perfect out here int he more quiet long alley next to the bar. That electricity feeling had left, her head was starting to feel much better.

Then the shout and the heavy foot steps came from behind her and she whipped around none too gracefully, swallowing her coffee with a cough.

"HEY! One, do not call me a ho or else I'm just calling the cops. Two, what question? You're trying to help us yeah yeah, from who? From... what?" She took in his whole appearance out here now that the bar was not between them. Oh damn... this boy really was crazy, she was probably going to die by the hands of some basement freak. Glorious. And that headache was coming back too.

 

[Sillymouth]

Xander was taken aback. "I did not call you a ho, it's a greeting." He laughed. With a grin on his face he says "Bartenders like you know word around town, am I wrong? So I was going to ask you if you had seen a man wearing similar clothing as I, pass through here. I chased him, blacked out and ended up in a filthy alleyway in this town, and I'm assuming he's still here. He's stolen something quite valuable from the castle and is a known psychopath and serial killer. I'm trying to help you from this lunatic. If I were you I wouldn't want a killer and a thief roaming about my village. Anyway I hadn't noticed you wore such strange clothes in the darkness of the tavern, this town really is full of *cough* colourful characters."

 

[SerianX13]

Rowan put her coffee down on one of the strewn about chairs, crossed her arms and huffed.

"Nope, you're the only one of you I've seen around here. And, if you didn't notice already, you're the odd man out, not me." She glanced at her own outfit - black shirt, black leans, simple belt, boots. As casual as you can get with an all black dress code for a bar.

"And stop with the castle and village, huh? Where are you actually from man? Yeah, I happen to know A LOT about what goes down around this city, up town and down town. But I don't know any castle besides the ones that sell burgers." The music inside the bar was turning up again, one of those current radio hits where she could hear all of the crowd singing along. Damn, there goes another round of shots she's out of tips.

 

[Sillymouth]

Xander glanced behind him before saying "I don't know what else to tell you, I'm from Visigoth. Are you serious in telling me that you've never heard of it? I thank you for the help but I must pursue this man, or find a way back to the castle. If you hear anything about a shady character in your city please come and find me. You already know I'm Lord Alexander, but you can call me Xander. I'm not stingy about honourifics. And watch your back." He then turned around, his cape flaring behind him, and began walking off.By this point Xander has garnered himself quite a bit of attention and people were shooting him strange looks. One lady was staring at his sword and mumbling into her phone.

 

[SerianX13]

Looking over the man's shoulder, Rowan could tell he was drawing a crowd and wasn't too pleased to just let this possibly mentally unstable person walk away. But what if he was right? She ducked her head back into the bar and found the owner, making up a quick excuse about her father wanting her home early to do morning PT together for the academy. He took it, seeing as she was never one to run off without good reason. She made quick work of grabbing the rest of her belongings. One which happened to be a very handy, very small pistol. Not intimidating, but something.

"Hey!... Hey wait!" She jogged to catch up with the stranger. "I'm guessing if you're seriously thinking we're in... Visigoth, you're not gonna know your way around. Where as I know everything around here, and can help draw attention away from your... eh, get up."

"We gotta head back to the theatre soon or they're gonna be wondering where their costumes and props are. How the director ever let you leave with all this garb on, I'll never know." Rowan said, purposely louder so that said woman on the phone would hear. Eyes seemed to turn away from them at that point, actors weren't anything to gawk at. Street performers were everywhere.

As they continued walking a little ways from the bar, she spoke up again. "So you said you... what, passed out and just woke up here? You sure you weren't drinking?"

 

[Sillymouth]

The pair now walked down the dimly lit streets of New York. Xander's eyes darted to the left and right. He was pretty paranoid now.

"I'm sorry, I guess I wasn't clear. I'll start from the top. Today I was promoted to Captain of the Guard in Visigoth Castle Town. Just as my luck had it, two interlocked rings were stolen from the royal treasury. I did some investigating and found out it was our court wizard Damien who broke in and stole them. I gave chase for miles and he wouldn't let up. He led me into some sort of cave on the outskirts of the town and the darkness just enveloped me. I don't remember much after that. Then about an hour ago I awoke in an alleyway in this city. I figured Damien must still be here. He's easy to spot for he wears long purple robes." Xander explained.
"And no, I'm sure I wasn't drinking. That mead would've been the first drink I had in months." He laughed.

 

[SerianX13]

"Long purple robes will be pretty easy to spot," She agreed out loud to her strange walking partner. Though she was almost half a foot shorter, she seemed to be much more at ease than him. These were the streets she grew up knowing though, and for the traveler it seemed they would look nothing like... 'home' or where ever he was from.

"Well, it's about 1am now. If you've been running around for a little over an hour he might have been too. But, I'm guessing, if he's as ill equipped in this city as you are he wouldn't have taken a cab or the subway so we still have an advantage that we're both on foot. For now, come on." Rowan began tugging on his arm, taking them away from the straight path they'd been walking without purpose towards a car garage a block over. One of those dimly lit, graffiti'd ones that constantly smelled like fast food.

"And my name is Rowan, not Rose. Rowan Birch, like the tree? Or the soda?" She tried to smile at the absurdity of niceties this far into the venture.

As they approached the car garage she waved to the dark skinned attendant who waved back casually, pausing his hand mid air at the gentleman in tow. Rowan ignored this, to continue past the gate to where a rather non-descript and definitely not name brand dirt bike sat in a spot not meant for parking. Was it a dirt bike? There were modifications to the body to make it hold up better on the asphalt streets, and some weight to it not meant for off roading, but it looked better suited for the apocalypse than the 21st century. It also looked like it ran on hope and not gasoline at this point.

 

[Sillymouth]

"Rowan Birch. I think I've heard that name before, you sure we haven't met?" Xander asked as he inspected all of the different vehicles parked in the garage. He ran his hand off of beaten up and worn down cars. "Are these chariots? I've never seen one's made completely out of steel before. The owner must be very rich to afford all of these." He looked into the car mirrors and laughed at his reflection. A few moments of this pass bye before he suddenly stops and turns pale. In the mirror he sees a person in a grey hoodie, the hood casting a shadow over their face, standing quite a ways back from them. But they were watching Xander and Rowan with unsettling intent.

 

[SerianX13]

Rowan shook her head like his question knocked something loose. Hearing him say her name sparked a weird de ja vu feeling, but she stamped it down. Not the time for weirdness, even with all this weirdness around.

As she began unstrapping the helmet from the side of her prized junk pile of a bike, she paused at his odd expression. "Xander?... What's up? It's a mirror." She said, not able to see what her companion saw.

 

[Sillymouth]

Xander quickly looked over the shoulder, and peered over to the place under the lamp where the person he saw was standing. But in the grey clad strangers place stood nothing, say for three moths circling the lamp. "Never mind, my mind must have been playing tricks on me." Xander said. He noticed Rowan unstrapping her helmet from her bike and said "Is that... Thing yours? It doesn't look like any of the other chariots." His eyes kept darting to the place where the stranger once stood, hoping to catch a glimpse of something there. He clamped his teeth together and started fumbling around with the cloth at his cape, pushing it away from his scabbard.

 

[SerianX13]

When Rowan saw Xander pushing away cloth to reveal his sword, she understandably freaked for a moment.

"Hey! Woah woah woah, nope! Not. In. Public." She said the last part through gritted teeth, casting her eyes over at the very accommodating garage attendant that was trying to pay them no mind. "And this, yeah it's mine. I call it Lucky Strikes, because it coughs like a smoker. But it'll hold us, and it'll get us around town faster than walking."

Rowan walked over stiffly and held out the helmet to Xander, hoping he could figure out what it was. "You have helmets in your castle, right?" She walked back and rustled around in a worn out leather side bag, pulling out a map that looked on par with the scroll he had produced earlier at the bar. This girl came from upper-middle class but she time and time again rebuffed that status with this trinkets of age. Laying the map on the hood of the car Xander had been inspecting himself in, she pointed out the intersection her bar was on. "Here's Jared's, where we were. Here's the garage we're standing in now. What area did you walk from?"

This all felt like real cop work to her, she beemed at being able to use her studies like this even though she knew it was absurd.