Each and every one of us longs for a moment alone or the company of a stranger. You can find such things here.
Please, have a seat and prepare to have fun. A tavern is a perfect place for catching up with an old friend, drinking away all your problems, meeting someone, singing along with the house band, or just resting your feet.
Keep your temper in check and your heart at peace. This is no place for fighting.
Respect the barmen and maids who serve you and try to please you in any way possible.
For all that she'd been born and raised in this Kingdom, she hadn't seen most of what it had to offer. She'd been limited to the places that her royal escort deemed appropriate, and those places rarely included other people. But now, having returned after a brief visit to France with her brother, she wasn't burdened by the demands and whims of others. Of course, neither did she have any idea where she was or which places were appropriate for the presence of a young lady. Still, when she finally came upon the tavern, her looked more than a bit relieved. Food and drink, and a dark corner to hide in while she regained her sense of belonging. No matter her mother's state of health and abandonment, she belonged here, and she wasn't going to lose the only place she'd ever called home because an old woman was being selfish.
Head held high, thick waves of blue hair cascading down her back, she silently opens the door and moves through the crowds and tables with ease until she reached the bar. Offering a shy smile, she slides a few coins over the wooden surface and politely requests a table with whatever meal the cook was most obliged to provide. With that taken care of, and a small glass of wine in her hand, she quickly darts over to a table against the wall and takes a seat, her lovely blue-green eyes darting around nervously for a brief moment before she relaxes and sips her drink.
She held no fear of being recognized and therefore spoken to, because only a few had ever known her well in her childhood, and those who had only known her in passing would not know this woman with her startling eyes and simple gown to be the same child that had pranced around the kingdom with all of the air of curious royalty. No, she doubted anyone would know her, and that was just as well. Suddenly finding a plate of what appeared to be lamb and potatoes in front of her, she smiles that same shy half-smile at the serving girl before she begins eating, occasionally brushing a stray blue curl away from her face.
Things had been rather quiet surrounding his charge, Her Royal Highness Zillah. Not too quiet, but simply quiet. Because of this, there was little he could do more than he had already done to ensure the safety of Zillah. That, and with the two other Guardians present in her realm, it meant that she was as safe as can be. Not in more danger than she’d usually be. Time had passed slowly the last few weeks. Each day he had gone through the same routine without doing much else with his day besides occupying himself with items of interest and what not. But that too lasts only so long and sadly for him, it had lasted him long enough. Too long in fact. Knowing there were two other Guardians present to ensure Zillah’s safety in his possible absence, Atlus had taken a short leave. Just to get out for a bit, for a change of pace, a change of scenery. For a fortnight or so he had been about, traveling the lands of the Kingdom, getting to know the feel of the lands. Frequently, every few days or so, he had send a hawk with his information of his present location and every few days or so said hawk returned with an update. The hawk had flown but a night ago and its current message had been the same as the one before it. Situation unchanged.
The village he had entered this night was one of small importance, but reaped the benefits of being on a well-traveled merchant route. This meant that there was always business being done somewhere, somehow at any given time. And like most travelers, he entered the tavern. With a thud the guardian nearly brought down the door, had the hinges given way. Thankfully they had not and the heavy clad man grasped the door before it slammed against the wall. Such an entrance usually got one plenty of looks and this time was no different, though little he cared for it. After closing the door Atlus made his way towards the bar and already could he hear some clusters of people whisper and gossip. Even behind the bar it was obvious they had a faint idea of whom had just entered. A broad man with a full, thick beard moved to the counter, wanting to ask the new patron what he would like in a manner as rough as he looked, or so Atlus guessed but before the man could, Atlus simply tossed a small pouch filled with coins on the counter. “something strong and cold.” He grunted, pointing to a table in the darkest part of the tavern and made his way to it.
Having been the spawn of the Ice Queen and her Consort, Elizabeth hadn't known many people in her youth. There were the other fledglings she'd been raised with, her Aunties Zillah and Alexis, her uncle Daemon, her Godpapa Arsen, the Guardians of her mother's court, and Xemos. With the exception of Xemos, everyone known to her had been royalty or in service to royalty. It made her a very well connected child, but it also meant she had very few friends and so she kept careful tabs on those she considered safe to contact. Pondering on whether or not she should visit her godfather, she barely glanced up as the door slammed, and unlike the other patrons, she quickly returned her attention to her food. Silently, she finished her meal and drink before settling back in her seat to gaze around, listening intently to the gossip around her. Most of them were beyond wrong about the male that was the center of their attention, but of course, the masses couldn't be expected to keep up with the less social of the nobility. Had she not known him from his time in her mother's court, she wouldn't have known more than they. Tilting her head with the slightest bit of curiosity, she sniffs, finding Zillah's scent to linger on him. He, at least, was doing well despite the dissolving of the Ice Court.
Curious as to the well-fare of her Aunt, the young woman stands and glides across the room, moving to stand a few inches from the table the male had claimed. While she'd walked towards him, she'd pulled her thick blue hair around so it tumbled in front of one shoulder, revealing the pale glow of blue vines on her neck that marked her as Destiny's fledgling. "May I?" she requests quietly, her voice soft and sweet, gesturing to the seat across from him. If he allowed her to sit, she would inquire about the health of Zillah and the activities of the Kingdom. And if he didn't, she would go elsewhere, never being rude enough to press her company on those who found her presence unpleasant.
Ignoring the whispers of gossip and tall tales, the guardian made his way to the table he had selected. On it, not even the wick of the candle burned for it had long ago reached the end of its length… Sitting down on the simple chair that stood by the table, he eyed the serving girl as she made her way through the throng of people, his order in hand. “Anything else Sir?” the lass asked him, an offer he turned down. “I be fine. I’ll let you know when another bottle will be needed.” And as he beckoned her away, it was obvious through her facial expression that she was wondering how one was able to even think of opening a second bottle. She had given the man the strongest drink they had to offer. With the serving girl gone, he pulled the cork and took a quick swig. The ran down his throat, the alcohol burning with vigor, as if wanting to burn as hard and as much as it could. Though burn as it did, it brought a sense of serenity to the drinker whom put the bottle back down on the table after a content sigh. By now, the whisper and gossip had died down a bit and the conversation held before his entrance were being continued.
Though eyes of blue moved to where it saw motion and stuck to whatever it was that was making its way towards his table. And from the dark, whoever it was that was approaching him, could only see the faint outline of his posture and the bright blue rings that were the irises of his eyes.. It was a girl, one nearing adulthood. The markings in her neck told him enough, something that brought forth a bit of a mixed feeling. His last encounter with the mother of this girl had not been friendly. Threats had been made. How things would continue depended on the business of Destiny’s daughter. Patiently he waited, bottle in hand as those pair of icy blue eyes gazed hard at Elizabeth. “You may.” He grunted, gesturing for the free chair opposite of him. With his boot, he pushed the chair back enough for her to sit down on. a courtesy of sorts. “So… Excuse me for being so bold but.. What is your business in a place like this?”
Elizabeth inclined her head slightly in thanks as he gave her permission to sit, her hand jerking away from the back of the chair as he uses his foot to move it out. She hadn't expected that courtesy, but still she smiled gratefully and slid into the chair, folding her hands neatly on the table. As far as she was aware, Atlus had been dismissed at the same time as the rest of Destiny's Court, honorably released to seek service elsewhere. She knew nothing of the less pleasant happenings that had occurred while Destiny still reigned. Traven had, in his efforts to protect her, made sure of that. Though, she was not stupid, and knew that her mother was rarely a kind royal, she had no experience of her mother being harsh, nor did she know any of the other royals to be harsh, for that had always been kind to her during her visits, and as she was not officially of any Court, she had never been called upon to witness the more unpleasant side of being nobility.
She quirks a brow at his words, giving him a patiently disapproving look."You mean a place that serves good food and has a bartender who will remove anyone who thinks to grope at young girls?" Despite being nobility, she was also the equivalent of an orphaned child, with both of her parents being absent and her old brother knowing little about raising a female. She knew where she was welcomed as an equal and where she should not tread unless she was willing to call upon her heritage. And she rarely saw need to go anywhere that would not accept her unless they knew of her blood. Places such as this were much preferred. "The merchants who dine here at midday usually have excellent stories of travelers and magical objects," she adds cheerfully, her tone distinctly child-like.
And then, shifting back in the chair and shifting her hands to her lap, visibly relaxed despite her rigid posture, she turns her attention to her purpose for speaking to him. "How is Aunt Zillah?"
She had been fed well on all of the energies that had been within the castle, and now she wished to try to convene herself in to becoming what she had once was in this land... a maker of chaos, and one that had a great deal of ruling over it. She had to be greatly careful, for there was always someone listening, and always a demon of some kind around in order to make her wish that she hadn't even wanted to live in this kingdom at all. It was troubling so much of how easily Lucifer had gotten a seat of power in her eyes. She had seen many things in this world, even though she was on the other side of the spectrum of it, and as of now, she knew that she was more or less a forgotten person. A sigh escaped her for a moment, and she looked to the stars as she was right in front of a tavern. Her maker was dead, taken from her by Lucifer, and she had no way to defeat him at all. She was no longer able to have the one person that she had felt any form of care for, he disappearing from the world when Lucina's male thron had left, as if the two had never truly split from each other, and her chaos all but was gone from her. What remnants she had of her own life felt precious to her, and she seemed to be almost fading with each passing day. This once queen of chaos had been reduced to merely ashes in comparison to her former self. Lowering her head, Bethany allowed her demeanor to remain shadowed, her chaos hiding her true emotions as she walked into the tavern, looking at the sight of those within, and not wishing to partake in anyone's company. She almost felt as if it was like the times of old, and she had wanted to feel that way, for that time was when she was weak, and had nothing to truly live for.
For a night of evenfall, the tavern was strangely brimming with patrons to the point it would have been difficult to meander throughout the tables without having to bump shoulders with an inebriated male or two, though women were as common as the men, dressed in brightly coloured plumes with a variety of rough-spun cloaks and dresses, silks and frocks aplenty throughout. From the looks of the establishment there appeared to have been a tourney of sorts, for guardsmen and imperial soldiers alike crowded the room with tankards of pitch and bags of coin rested on the table tops of dark oak alongside their blades which had been put up for the night. It appeared they were off duty and hadt taken to gambling on the outcomes of the contest, while the victorious horseman was seated near the right of the flaming hearth in a doublet of green and checkered blue, lavished with hefty bosomed females on either side of his lap. “Nay a CHANCE he had! Cannae no man get the drop on oul Will of the Barrows!” His voice, thick as it were with rum, could be heard from all throughout the tavern. Towards the bar a pair of sea-faring men had taken to slapping two tables together and were red-faced as they attempted to bend their opponent’s arm back onto the wood but neither one seemed like to win soon. Seated near the staircase that led to an upstairs balcony, a singer lay seated with his harp and was gently coaxing the coyer of the female patrons with the soothing tones of his voice..
“Fair Vivendelia, sigh and soft of heart and of soul,
Fell pass re pass hush’th on her sorrowful throne,
When along came a demon, of grace and delight,
Took fair Vivedelia come’th the cover of night..
Ohh beautiful maiden, of sigh and so soft,
Mine world is so bleak and my voice is so ruff’t,
So sing to me softly, wipe those tears from thine eyes,
Said the soft spoke demon of the stars and the skies..
You know of me nothing sang fair Vivendelia of old,
My courtesans are numb’th and my love is so cold,
Let my kiss show you wisdom and the tears show mine stain,
As my voice sing so softly and the sun shows mine name..”
As the harp player sang softer and softer as the tale turned to tragedy, his audience attempted to hide their abashed tears before erupting into a torrent of applause as his song ended in a delicate chime of humming strings. To his credit, the male did not seem intent on taking the virtues of his emotional female and (somewhat rarer) male attendees but gladly accepted the coin he was offered for his services. The male appeared to be pale-skinned from a distance and was attired in a white silk shirt with frilled sleeves which was layered by a brown tailcoat and a dark cloak. The upper-most point of his face was veiled by an auburn feathered cap with a large brim that fell over his eyes whilst the shadow it created veiled the rest of his features. “Twas a ballad I happened across in my travels..” He could be heard telling unto a willowy Duchess with a meadow of blonde ringlets pulled back in a braid..
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at March 24, 2013, 08:34pm
Hearing a male suddenly speak out, saying that no man could get the drop on him made the chaotic woman smirk at the thought. It would be a woman that could very well destroy him with but a thought if she had wanted to, but there was no need to, nor the desire to as she had wanted to simply be as another shadow within the tavern, moving about inside the waves of people that seemed to adorn this place. Glancing towards another table were those that had been fighting to see who was stronger, both being human, so there was no need to show that there was one that was infinitely stronger still, though it mused the mind of chaos to see of how one would react to what would appear to be a weak drow coming forth to claim the stronger of the two. Ignoring the amusement, Bethany listened without much care as someone started to sing a song as she had asked for a drink of mead, but then her attention focused upon it as the person spoke of a demon within it. Why was it that everywhere that she went, something of demons had been mentioned, or seen? It was apparent that it would be unending of her torment, for those that were of demon descent or that had a liking towards them to be nearby. This male that was there had not been a demon, she was certain of that, though he had spoken of them. Seeing how the women had fawned over what most would consider a gypsy had made the woman of chaos only roll her eyes, an annoyed look come about her as a barmaid had come over with the mead, then simply say to her, "He has a great voice, and I dare say must make any woman he has happy in his bed." Upon hearing such words, what was once a look of only dull boredom had become a blank annoyance across the dark-skinned face, and without looking or care, a hand lifted from the left, before then shadows came from it, and shot to the barmaid, a screech coming from her before the wench had been engulfed in black flames and turned into ashes. Snow white hair moved in a slow twirl as the drow elf vampire turned her face, then looked upon the ashes of the woman that had just served her mead, and said to her, "And here I had only wanted the chaos to give you a little bit of shadow to give you a scare. Singing or playing does not make one great within one's chambers, so maybe your next life will aid you to realize that." Without remorse nor care for the looks that she had gained from the humans that were within the tavern, the only movements that the vampire had done had been to take her mead, then approach the one that had sang the song, only simply asking after she had taken a drink of her drink, "Why sing of demons and not something a little more flavorful? Though of course, I did enjoy of hearing the girl get what she had deserved, I still wish to know of why it had to be about demons."
Lyrik walked into the tavern exhausted, with her silver pup trailing behind her she sat on a stool in the corner. Taking out a wooden flute from her black satchel she crossed her long legs, gazed up with her ruby eyes around the room and began to play a melody. She felt tired from always being out with her wolves and completly taken with being around so many different creatures. Her song sored above the taverns rafters as if a silent whisper. She closed her eyes and felt the power of the melody through her very being and smiled slightly as she continued playing.
Ooc: I think I'll lay off the html boxes for now Zil, I'm beginning to see what Matthew was getting at
As the ashes of the young barmaid settled on the floor, a strange occurrence occurred, though no more the stranger for the dark-skinned wielder of chaos if she had taken the time to notice. There was nought but silence or a lack thereof for what would have been considered to be the proper reaction. A parting of the lowly human orchard, the swift deferral of a gaze from her dark form but no, the conversation continued, the arm-wrestling drew to a finish and the knight from the barrowlands only laughed louder before breaking into a boot thumping dance as a young female piper began playing amongst the bustling thrum of conversation with a silver pup darting around her heels. It was as if nothing had happened. Nothing at all. Upon hearing Bethany’s voice, the blonde duchess turned in her chair with an indignant expression before paling if at all possible under the layers of powder and red oak ash blossoming her cheeks. “Pardon me..” she murmured in the direction of the veiled harp player before vacating her seat for the more friendly company of her hand maids by the long tavern tables. “There was little cause for that..” sighed the pale singer as he stroked the brim of his hat, addressing the dark-skinned warrior as if she were little more than an urchin-riddled street guardsmen. “A man’s got to eat and I dare say I could have charmed my way into that woman’s purse and been buried waist-deep in wine and cleavage by the night’s end..” Flicking his hat up to catch a good look at the person who’d interrupted his brazen pursuits, the male sucked in a breath before letting it out with an unnaturally white smile. “but I have to say ‘my lady’ I’d much rather be savouring you..” Kaelan was fairly pleasing to look on to a point; he had a comely chin with knife-edged features and strange brown eyes that looked slightly glass-like when the light from the fire hit them in the right way. His expression though pleasant had the suave look of man that usually got what he wanted and his sharp-witted tongue seemed to have more than one use if his smile was anything to go by.
At the mention of demons, the harp player only shrugged before leaning back comfortably in his chair, as if an embodiment of chaos wasn’t standing only a few short feet away. He was strangely at ease and had a little too much confidence for a ‘human’ for seemingly that was all he was; his scent held the qualities of a mortal and he didn’t seem to possess an overbearing soul or power that could topple Bethany’s, if anything he seemed about as strong as any other male in the tavern. “Demons, Fae, Vamps, there all the same in roadside Ballads and no-one would have cared less save for a man studying the lute.” As if to carry his point further he gestured to the knight near the hearth fire bellowing a filthy limerick about an unfortunate goat, a priest and a quivering pair of shears. “Might be he could have said a demon had its manhood sheared and nary a soul would have laughed less, but Vivendelia was no mere girl. She was the moon and the demon was an ever-burning flame in guise. Come the light of the sun Vivendelia vanished and the Demon’s flame wavered under the fierce gaze of the sun for only he could ever be so great as to claim her, though the sun could only chase and n’er catch her.” Pausing mid-sentence as he sought to take a soothing draught of wine from his glass, Kaelan hummed in the back of his throat before continuing. “In the end, it was the Demon who ‘got what he deserved’ as you put it so poetically, for meddling with a woman he couldn’t even begin to understand..” With that said and done, the dark-haired male strummed the harp by his left side before leaving it to rest by the table and taking a generous eyeful of the demoness standing before him. “I’d offer you a chair but my harp has taken it; perchance you’d enjoy the warmth of my lap fair maiden?” remarked Kaelan, smiling incredulously as he patted his thighs which might very well have been weighed down by the weight of his iron-cast pair.
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at April 10, 2013, 08:01pm
OOC: I worry that my dark color of red here will still be not that seen. ^^' it's hence of needing a box behind it that is black. but no problem of course! ^^ Though I will do without the image to be kinder [and also because of my post being longer. ].
Hearing the sound of a flute playing, the dark elf's ears only slightly twitched, knowing and acknowledging it, but was only grateful that this person had not added words to it, more so that not a word of demons were mentioned of it either. She kept her gaze locked on this player of pale skin, watching as a woman suddenly became afraid and moved away from them, making a smirk come from the lips of chaos descent. The next words had made red eyes stare at the man that had made them, listening intently. Words that she had heard before had seemed to come to her ears, like a song that she had heard in a melody that played throughout her life. Savoring her..something that was as similar as a double-edged sword, and just as deadly. Offering his lap for her to sit on was another that had been not unheard of, and this male seemed like it was one of the newer kind that had never heard of the lady chaos. It might be amusing to her to see of what she could do to him, and though she was not able to entirely pinpoint of what form of race he was, she cared not, and decided to be playful with him. "It could have been that a woman had walked down a wrong path, and gotten the fancy of the worst kind of man, a man that had been forced to stay within the shadow for all time, but one night, the woman had been not wishing to listen to her mother, and so ventured out at night, thus making that mistake. The man attempted to have her, but it would be in vein, for the woman was of light, and had made light out of shadows, thus searing his flesh and killing him, making the ending the same, of the man meddling with a woman he had not understood to begin with." The skirt, though only a slim line that covered the darker of the two bodies, moved as if lighter than silk as Bethany moved in a twirl, sitting down upon the lap of the one that had offered it, eyes never wandering far from the simple harp player's eyes and face.
"The wench thought that because you play the harp well was cause to say that you were a great lover within the folds of a bedroom. One never knows of what one does behind the hidden recesses of closed doors..." A soft chuckle rang through the air as it was laced with a shred of playful venom and darkness, the hair tresses moving across her right shoulder in order to abandon the left, leaving the right naked for view. From revealing her shoulder and thus part of her torso, tribal markings that seemed to be scarred into her torso had been revealed, though not in any special design. For a moment, the design had changed to be more of a greyed design, almost to show a symbol of someone or something missing before once more being as a scar once more. Turning, then leaning, the chaos warrior laid her head upon the shoulder of the long-haired one, and awaited on what might be in store for the two on this night. There had been many things seen in the many years here, and seeing someone that had not telling of race meant someone of either a race not yet met, or one that was a more powerful nature. Looking into the glass brown eyes had not revealed anything, and so was not the latter, and so Bethany merely would find out of why she was not able to find out the race of this bard.
“Well I’d never defer a listener from taking their own meaning from a song” said Kaelan as he took another draught from his wine glass before placing it on the edge of the table. “A sweet maiden walks down the road and kills a man best left to his own devices. It’s a bit too commonplace for a tale of woe but to each their own I suppose.” As Bethany sought to find a comfortable position on his lap, the harp player’s hands made cheerful company with the smooth curves of her thighs before hemming around the edge of her skirt, tugging playfully at the edge of the silken fabric as the same unnaturally white smile spread along his lips. “I have half a mind to take you elsewhere for a bout of sweet music my fair Vivendelia but I know nought of you but the soft texture of your skin and those wicked lips I’d love to spread.” Spoke the dark-haired male in hushed tones as he leaned into the dark flesh of her neck and traced a wet line along the design of her tribal tattoos with his mischievous tongue before nibbling at her skin as they turned back into a scar. Upon hearing her speak of the barmaid she’d scattered upon the old oak floors in a trail of dust, Kaelan halted his suggestive antics with a playful hand not far from her half-exposed breasts (of which his tactful distractions were only to blame) before flashing a smirk as his glassy brown eyes danced in the firelight. “Well she wasn’t far from wrong, a piper’s quick and giddy, a luter more or less the same but a harper! Ahh, a proper gentleman treats his harp like a woman and strokes her as soft and sensual as snow kissing the ground on evenfall.” Demonstrating his point, the brown-eyed male played a number of musical scales in soft lazy strokes along her inner thigh before remembering himself, though he didn’t seem much bothered to care. Nary a soul was glancing in their direction and he could very well have had her singing there and then if he’d put his mind to it, but even a reckless nobleman waits until the doors are locked..
“Tell me your name” breathed the bard into her ear as she rested her head on the slope of his shoulder “Tell it to me so I don’t remain as a fire in the guise of a demon; Sing it to me so I can drape you over my shoulder and take you to a place where n’er an eye watches and if they do let them witness a performance that few can best!” The male was either looking for a swift death or he had reason to be as unceremoniously confident with women that many looked down upon and thrice more envied. “Or am I fated to bear witness to a most terrible blazing sun come the morrow? If so let me throw a few coals on the flames while I have you”. With that, Kaelan tilted up the chin of the lady chaos with no more than a finger and a thumb and kissed her fiercely right there on the stool with a tongue that was never still. If the human population had half as much fire as the bard she was sitting on, the royals would have needed to rule with jagged whips of steel and stone.
Lilyana approached the tavern doors, the hood of her midnight black cloak was around her head hiding her hair, her father's bow rested across her back. She stopped briefly to untie the front of her rolled up flattering, emerald skirt. Lily modified her skirts, so she could run at her fast speed with out tripping or falling. But this generation of humans did not approve of her modified skirts. Lily rolled down her modified skirt to hide her white, skin tight trousers which this generation did not approve of women wearing ether.
Once done fixing her skirt and placing her cloak around her once more. Lilyana, took a deep breath just before the doors , that look like they were almost tore down, and entered the tavern.
It was her first time being back in a tavern since she was turned. Dimitri took her to a tavern once when she was human and Lily found it an intriguing experience. It was also her first time being in a small, inclosed place with blood clouding the air.
Lilyana spotted a table away from everyone and made her way towards it. Dimitri taught her with a few exercises, before he disapeared. As, a new born vampire she would have to learn how to control herself so she would not go on a killing spree and get herself in trouble or killed. Lily could smell the other extrodinary beings in the tavern.
Lilyana reached the table, she removed the bow from her back and lean it against the wall next to her seat. When she sat down a young barmen came and took her order.
Lilyana removed her cloak and drapped it around her chair, alowing her deep rich red hair touch her shoulders and exposing her green corset blouse. Black, skiny sleeves hanging in a stretched out u-shape on the sides of her shoulders. As she waited for her shots of whiskey (Lily had always been a hard drinker, it came from her dad. She could drink and drink. But it wasn't impossible for her to get drunk though. She got use to the odd looks). She spotted a lady warrior being consumed by a mysterious dark gentalman, not to far from Lily there was a silver pup playing around the feet of another woman. Lily giggle as she watched the pup play.
A male whom looked like he was in a lot of mental pain had his arms wrapped around a woman like his life depended on it. Lily's heart ached so much for him, she wish she could run and hug him too. But she knew it would be akward. She was a new vampire and didn't know anyone. Plus the mask of blood was consuming her making her un comfortable.
Lastly,A vague outline of a gentalman sat with a beautiful girl with blue hair. To hide her uncomfort Lily downed a glass of whiskey and watched the silver pup play.
The sights and sounds mixing in with the tendrils of night came across with what could describe what next was to happen from the chaos that encircled suddenly the lady of chaos. It had been daring of such a male to kiss her when only just meeting, that was true, but it was not so daring to have allowed it to happen. In those moments, everything around her had seemed to vanish in her mind's eye, and that perhaps had been a greater thing, for it was more of protection to everyone else than to be of a manner of insult. Chaos slowly seeped around them both, and though it was harmless, it was as a shadow, turning ever darker in it's wake. The dark elf's hands moved from their relaxed place to lift, coming forth to be placed upon the bard's face, the difference in complexions almost deafening when immediately looked at, almost as if to see a perfect yin yang at the sight. As the shadow encompassed the entities for only one dull light to be what gave them the ability to see, the woman moved herself away from him, and smirked, her eyes glowing from the use of chaos before speaking to him, "My name is Bethany, but you will call me Lady Chaos. My blood is quite unique, for should you drink it, you will be quite cursed by it. It is known as a blood bond. With that curse, I could destroy you with my own blood if I willed it. One sip would be all that would be needed to control your blood, no matter how many times you would attempt to drain yourself entirely and refill yourself, so I would suggest you never attempt to take of my blood." She awaited for the moments that the male would become suddenly terrified of her, frightened of her, and would try to attempt to make up any excuse to make sure that he would leave and never come back. The curse within her blood had in fact been the cause of the Empress Lucina, now queen, to have a hatred for her, and for a few people within the kingdom to meet their untimely deaths by her hand, as well as one or two people willingly placing themselves to be under that curse, only to in the end die from something other than that curse. As she had moved the shadows once more to be within her, the emotions within those shadows were not so easily hidden, showing remorse, sadness, hatred, longing, and many other emotions, all just as her namesake was...chaos, easily hidden under a veil of dark elven skin, red eyes, tribal marked scars, and white hair. As the last tresses of the shadows had inched into form of a small cloak that hid the dark elf's body, the lady of chaos' clothing moved as shadows to reveal the rest of her form to Kaelan, no other able to see save for him. Whispering to him so that none but he may hear, she spoke to him. "My clothing is easily only chaos. It is only when I have none left that I have to find clothing. Have you seen more than you have wished to see yet? Have you a desire to run in fear, or do you dare to tempt your own fate and stand against all of chaos?" A smirk came to her face as the cloak ran smoothly to become the clothing she had on once more, not revealing to anyone of what she had, but now she had moved herself once more, to place herself to have her position to sit with her face directly facing him. The skirt that was revealed to be naught but chaos to make a revealing of cloth now only kept that facade to those that looked, but to Kaelan it would be as what it truly was, chaotic shadow and nothing more. There would be nothing that could stop her from disappearing just as fast as the clothes, for she was as chaos, but it was humor that kept her there, and curiosity that made the lady of chaos wonder of which piece he would move in this manner, seeming as a game of chess now.
OOC: I suddenly want to say your move, dearest cath.
Jiang came upon the doors of the Tavern with a smile on his face. He'd spent countless days now exploring the different regions and places within this land and felt that at least now he wouldn't get lost. It had taken him a little bit of time, but he'd also gotten accustomed to seeing different species and creatures flooding the streets and paths that he chose to take. When he'd heard word of a Tavern he'd decided it would be his next destination as a Tavern is a place to quickly and easily learn information on the world.
Opening the door the demon quickly stepped in and shut it behind him. Take a quick look around there seemed to be a few people within the place talking and drinking. Jiang was sure he'd enjoy his stay in the building until he chose to leave. Finding a vacant table he quickly moved himself to it and sat down with a light thud on the wood. The entire place smelt of earth and it helped to bring a calm about him as he put his stuff down next to him. Within a few minutes he'd managed to acquire a drink that he was sipping on happily. "Now who do I talk to....?" He asked himself as he looked about again.
Evan appeared at the table where Jiang was sitting when he looked around. When he lost sight of the chair Evan appeared and smiled taking off his mask and keeping his voice low. "Demon eh? Meet Lucifer yet?" Evan was extremely calm and talked quickly. He looked around making sure that no one could see him even though he knew Bethany would sense his dark presence just like she did at the castle a long time ago. His smile was wide as he stared at Jiang. Evan sat at a chair that was next to a pillar. The pillar blocked view of everyone around except for Jiang. Evan eyed him his Emerald eyes shining bright as if he was staring through the mans soul. "Do you know who I am? You were at my home earlier, the real question is though whether you are a demon friend or a foe." Evan stared at the man and breathed slowly. His hands were under the table resting on his knees but Jiang couldn't tell if he had a weapon drawn under the table that would be swung at him with what he said or if he was trustworthy even if he was a foe. Evan always wanted someones trust even if it was an enemy. He always wanted people to trust him even if later on they would fight each other.
Looking up from his drink Jiang noticed that the man from before had appeared and was now speaking. "Yes. I am a Demon and yes I did meet Lucifer though I had no reason to. He and I have a standing history." Jiang stated taking another sip from his beverage. Adjusting himself in his chair Jiang watched as Evan positioned in a way that he could try to hide away from everyone for some reason. Jiang took a few moments to finish his drink before ordering another as he had no intent of leaving soon.
When Evan spoke again the demon looked at him and shrugged slightly. "No I can't say that I know who you are. I also didn't realize that I was entering someones home. As far as I knew everyone had set up areas for a home and not the local areas that everyone visits. I apologize if I caused some sort of problem." Jiang figured that was as clear as he could be without sounding like an ass. "I don't know whether I am a friend or foe to you. I've only just gotten here and we've never met. So given the circumstances I would say friendly." Smiling at Evan as he took a sip off his new drink Jiang leaned back a little and relaxed.
Evan smiled and looked to Jiang with his bright emerald eyes. He had the eyes the Empress Lucina had. He put his hands on top of the table seeing Jiang was not afraid of a conflict nor was he afraid of Evan attacking him. He liked that, Evan never attacked without warning, he had done terrible things in the past and used stealth to complete many disgusting tasks. He decided that attacking from behind unless in a fight was forbidden. Even attacking without warning was forbidden to him. "You are fine. I set up in the Waterfalls for a few personal reasons. I actually met my first wife there. I hit her off the top of the waterfall and split her skull open. True love is a strange thing at times my friend." Evan smiled to him as a wine glass appeared in front of Evan full of a dark red liquid. "What was your meeting with Lucifer like? If you have a past with him i'd love to hear what it actually is. If you don't mind of course." His smile grew as he leaned back in his chair just far enough so he still couldn't be spotted. His dark aura was gone and his power was hidden. He would be sensed like a normal human if it was someone who wasn't skilled.
"Well....." Jiang paused for a moment thinking about his words before continuing. "I assume you killed her then as you say first wife. I don't imagine having my head split open and knocked from a waterfall would be good for my health." He grinned a little trying to shrug off the awkwardness of the topic for a moment before taking another drink.
"Meeting Lucifer was like any other time I've met him. Hello and Goodbye. Blah blah catch you later." Jiang talked as though he'd known Lucifer for ages and it was mostly true even if he hadn't been in hell for a long time now. "If I'm going to discuss my past with him I'd rather he be here to help fill in the blanks or 'correct' what I say." Chuckling a little at his own humor Jiang cracked his neck and focused once more on Evan.
Evan looked to him and smiled. "I was a different person back then." He listens to him speak about Lucifer and chuckles. "I'd rather him not be here. I'll just leave it to you to fill in the blanks yourself another time." Evan turned to a very serious tone as the man chuckled about Lucifer. He had been through a lot against Lucifer and knows it would only escalate things to meet him here. Evan rose from the table and looked over Jiang. "I guess I should keep my offer to myself if you don't have a hatred towards him. You are demon after all so I guess that makes you a part of him." Evan spoke seriously wondering how the man would act. He wanted a rise out of him but knew he most likely wouldn't get it. Evans mask appeared in his hand and throbbed with a slight power as he fiddled with it with one hand moving it back and forth and sticking his fingers in the eyes and spinning it.
"Everyone changes." Jiang replied as he watched Evan chuckle. Jiang wasn't about to reveal his past to someone who he had only just met. When the man turned serious Jiangs brow raised slightly as he watched him rise from his spot. When Evan had finished his serious speaking Jiang started to laugh. "You have much to learn about the Demons and how to judge a character. I'll call your offer. You want me to help you kill him right? You'd like for me to put my neck out on the line for something I would get nothing out of correct? Classic." After saying this Jiang rose from his own spot and leaned over the table to look Evan in the eyes. Jiangs cold Obsidian hues reflecting everything back at the man and his voice going dark. "I'll have you know....no Demon is a part of Lucifer. He may claim the title of Ruler, but he did not create us. We were around when he was created and when he fell from the grace of the peoples God. Learn your facts before you go about getting your tongue snipped." It was clear that Jiang had no problem asserting himself if he needed to.
Evan listened to the man and smiled his eyes flashing black with power as Jiang spoke. He was happy with his answer and was very interested in the man now. "I don't need help killing him. He doesn't deserve to die. No one does. Even if the perform terrible tasks and torture innocents no one deserves to die. I'm glad you show passion in who you are. As for getting my tongue snipped." Evans eyes went black as he grabbed his tongue his pointer finger and his middle finger turning to scissors as his tongue was literally snipped off blood oozing out of his mouth as his tongue laid on the table. He never broke eye contact as he did the task and as the tongue relaxed on the table it turned to ash. Evan opened his mouth the blood stained his chin and his shirt. "I don't hold my tongue for anything, nor do i care what I say to other people. I say things to understand the person even if it makes the other person dislike me." Evan smiles as his shirt burned off in a flash fire. The shirt revealing his tattoo on his chest and wrapped around his back. The shirt reappearing cleaned and renewed. "I was the leader of the group who protected this Kingdom. I left for personal reasons and when I come back the demons are everywhere and have taken over the Kingdom. I will never be able to live here in peace until Lucifer is gone or at least stops hunting me. I made a promise and i'm goinge to keep it no matter what. You wouldn't receive anything, you are right. You'd only be letting the Kingdom go back to the way it was. Back when people were here everyday, where fights happened for fun and not for a kill." Evan revealed himself for the first time stepping away from the pillar speaking in a low voice but loud enough for Jiang to hear him. "There were hundreds of people here who where having fun and enjoying life. Now? Now it is dead. No cheer. No joy. Everything now is just dark. A rapist runs around the Kingdom and what does Lucifer do? Nothing! He should have been caught already." He sighs and growls noticing the bartender was watching him. He sat back down behind the pillar knowing he would need to leave soon.
Zess headed straight to the tavern.First he wanted to go at waterfalls just like his mother told him to since it was a place where he could find that old man but then he changed his mind.He wanted to have a drink and relax a little bit after long travel from France before going looking for a friend if with Evan that was the case since that male was his teacher.Not for too long though.Zess shrugged those thoughts away and simply opened the door with his mind before he stepped into the tavern.His gaze shifted around as he checked if he knew anyone and he actually noticed a familiar face.He couldn`t help but smirk."Bingo."He thought and then moved through the tavern to the bar stand.He tried to bring as less attention as he could though with his bright red hair and sky blue eyes it was really hard to do.Every time when he went somewhere people seemed to be drawn to him.It annoyed him at first but then he just got used it.Of course his twin sister who was very sociable person helped him to get into it better.He walked to the bar stand and took a seat on the bar stool.Charming smile touched his lips as a bartender who was also a young pretty female came over to him right away. "What would you like to drink, Sire?"
Zess chuckled slightly "Glass of rum would be just fine."
He said in deep alluring voice on what female smiled sweetie at him. "Just a moment.."
She said to him and pulled out a glass.She placed glass before him and then grabbed bottle of rum and poured it into his glass till it was half full. "Thank you."
Zess said politely to a girl before she moved to another client.That`s when Zess looked at Evan with the corner of his eyes checking what he was doing.Looked like he was pretty occupied talking with another male.That made Zess wonder if Evan tried to get people to his group.If he remembered correctly Evan used to be a leader of black knights so there would be no surprise if he tried to get people on his side once again.Zess also knew that if Evan would take a close look at him he might guess who he were though he didn`t try to hide from him anyways.He just wanted to be polite and let Evan talk for now.He had all the time he needed so for now he wanted just to enjoy his drink and keep his eye on Evan.As he thought that he brought his glass to his lips and took a sip from it.Rum burned his tongue and his throat a little bit.It was a nice feeling though no matter how much he could drink he never could get drunk.Which he thought was just the simple waste of alcohol.
Jiang smiled watching Evan demonstrate a little of his abilities. Metamorphosis and Fire, two very handy talents. "Our views of death differ greatly. You say no one deserves to die? What of the ill and sickly. Those who have no chance of coming back from something. Those that willingly ask you to put them out of their misery because they simply do not wish to go on suffering? These people don't deserve an ends to the atrocities of life? They don't deserve a final peace?" Glancing over the tattoo that adorned his body Jiang nodded slightly at it before it was hidden again. "The leader of a group? What was their name? Why are they no longer here? As far as I can see Demons aren't Everywhere and they have by no means taken over the Kingdom. This place would be a complete mess if they had. As far as I've seen it's very calm and peaceful around here. I wasn't here before so I don't know what it would go back to, but for now I am fine with what it is." Jiang sat back down and stretched out a little. "So there's a rapist going around? Tell me...that's something new? These things happen everyday and worse go along with them. If you are telling me it's Lucifer's job to catch a simple rapist I'm going to have to have a word with him. The fact is if you aren't happy that someone is out and about doing those things go do something about it."
Evan chuckled and smiled lightly as he sat behind the pillar once more. "Lucifer and the Demons are the new protectors. At least that is what has seemed to happen. They do a pretty shitty job though it would seem." Evan smiled lightly to Jiang as he sensed a presence he had not felt in far to long. His eyes shifted to black once again as power burst around him. His mask glowing in his hand as his power, affected by his emotion amplified. Evan chuckled as the mask disappeared knowing now was the time to go. "The Black Knights. They fell apart when I had to go. They protected the Kingdom from the Black Hand or something or other. As for the Rapist i've only heard about him. I've heard he has been running around a lot lately however and I plan on catching him. I plan on actually working with Lucifer on the project." Evan chuckled at the thought of working with his sworn enemy. "The two of us are equal in power and we are equal in intelligence. If we team up we'd be unstoppable." Evan smiled at the thought and then his tone became dark quickly. "To bad he tortured, raped, and brutalized me in Hell." Evan smiled wider showing his fangs for the first time. One of his fangs was missing. The idea of someone being as strong as Lucifer seemed impossible. The only way he would be strong enough is if he had Lucifers blood coursing through his veins. "I bit Lucifer and attacked him on my way out of hell. His skin is tough but at least one of them broke the skin." He smiled, he had Lucifers dark power. The only problem was it was so dark and powerful the only way Evan could control it is through his mask. "Lucifer would rather see me dead then have me protect the kingdom once more. The Knights are no longer protectors. They are the rebellion." Evan snapped his fingers as a letter appeared at Zess' lap. Evan smiled to Jiang and stood up. People were starting to see that it was Evan. He didn't know if Lucifer was out to kill him already or if he was waiting. "I'm bringing the Knights back. They deserve their rightful place once again...plus, who doesn't love a little war?" Evan ignored the ideas of death. He didn't believe in a final peace even though he was part angel. The letter to Zess only told him to meet at the theater. With a slight back away from the Pillar where Zess could see him from the corner of his eye Evan waved. He nodded to Jiang and disappeared with the placement of his mask to his face. He whispered under his breath as he disappeared. "He...He is all grown up.." A slight tear rolled down Evans eye as the mask was slipped on and he was gone.
OOC: Thats because I`m always busy!! So dont you dare to make fun of me.:P At least some people know how to be polite.(:
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Zess was slowly drinking his drink and listening of what Evan was up to.With his vampire hearing it wasn`t hard for him to catch every word and of course there was no surprise that Evan wanted to have his group back even though now another was taking care of that and that another was nobody else but Lucifer himself.Zess arched his brow when a letter appeared on his lap.He just chuckled as he opened it and read it.As he finished he looked at Evan and waved back him before getting back to his drink.It probably was a good idea for him to stay quiet since Evan now wanted to meet him at some place else.He finished his drink just before Evan left the tavern.He placed empty glass on the top of the bar stand.The female bartender looked at him. "Would you like some more?"
She asked him and Zess just simply shook his head. "No thank you.Here...You can keep a change."
He said as he pulled few golden coins from his pocket and placed them beside his empty glass.He tapped the top of the bar stand lightly. "I`ll see you around."
He said as he rose to his feet and then turned around.He gazed at Jiang as he moved through the tavern and then stopped as he reached the door.He opened the door with his mind and stepped outside.He looked up at the night sky.It was kind of chilly outside but he had no problem with that.He was one of those users who could use all the elements and plus he had a gift from his father which nobody knew about...yet.He glanced around before he vanished into thin air heading to the theatre not wanting for Evan to wait for him for too long.
Jiang leaned back into his hands as he stretched out in his chair. He wanted to get another drink, but feared at that point he wouldn't have enough to pay for what he got and didn't want to cause a problem. As Evan explained his plan and told him about being equal with Lucifer, Jiang grinned a little a chewed on his lip to keep silent. I wonder if he realizes that Lucifer isn't a demon. I'm more powerful than he is when it comes to the Chaotic energies of a demon. Jiang said to himself before glancing over and seeing the other man that had come into the Tavern that seemed to have an interest in Evan. "Well there are plenty of people that would hate to have a war. Do be careful of who you drag into your little crusade. There might just be people that don't agree with you that aren't demons. Remember that for everyone coin there are two sides." Jiang managed to get in before Evan disappeared sure that the man had heard him. Glancing once more towards the other man Jiang watched him read a letter of some sort and then finish his drink to leave. It seemed no one was going to stick around for conversation.
Seeing that he was now alone Jiang made sure his glass was empty before putting his equipment back on and checking each of his Oni masks before leaving the building with a smile on his face.
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For all that she'd been born and raised in this Kingdom, she hadn't seen most of what it had to offer. She'd been limited to the places that her royal escort deemed appropriate, and those places rarely included other people. But now, having returned after a brief visit to France with her brother, she wasn't burdened by the demands and whims of others. Of course, neither did she have any idea where she was or which places were appropriate for the presence of a young lady. Still, when she finally came upon the tavern, her looked more than a bit relieved. Food and drink, and a dark corner to hide in while she regained her sense of belonging. No matter her mother's state of health and abandonment, she belonged here, and she wasn't going to lose the only place she'd ever called home because an old woman was being selfish. 
Having been the spawn of the Ice Queen and her Consort, Elizabeth hadn't known many people in her youth. There were the other fledglings she'd been raised with, her Aunties Zillah and Alexis, her uncle Daemon, her Godpapa Arsen, the Guardians of her mother's court, and Xemos. With the exception of Xemos, everyone known to her had been royalty or in service to royalty. It made her a very well connected child, but it also meant she had very few friends and so she kept careful tabs on those she considered safe to contact. Pondering on whether or not she should visit her godfather, she barely glanced up as the door slammed, and unlike the other patrons, she quickly returned her attention to her food. Silently, she finished her meal and drink before settling back in her seat to gaze around, listening intently to the gossip around her. Most of them were beyond wrong about the male that was the center of their attention, but of course, the masses couldn't be expected to keep up with the less social of the nobility. Had she not known him from his time in her mother's court, she wouldn't have known more than they. Tilting her head with the slightest bit of curiosity, she sniffs, finding Zillah's scent to linger on him. He, at least, was doing well despite the dissolving of the Ice Court. 
She had been fed well on all of the energies that had been within the castle, and now she wished to try to convene herself in to becoming what she had once was in this land... a maker of chaos, and one that had a great deal of ruling over it. She had to be greatly careful, for there was always someone listening, and always a demon of some kind around in order to make her wish that she hadn't even wanted to live in this kingdom at all. It was troubling so much of how easily Lucifer had gotten a seat of power in her eyes. She had seen many things in this world, even though she was on the other side of the spectrum of it, and as of now, she knew that she was more or less a forgotten person. A sigh escaped her for a moment, and she looked to the stars as she was right in front of a tavern. Her maker was dead, taken from her by Lucifer, and she had no way to defeat him at all. She was no longer able to have the one person that she had felt any form of care for, he disappearing from the world when Lucina's male thron had left, as if the two had never truly split from each other, and her chaos all but was gone from her. What remnants she had of her own life felt precious to her, and she seemed to be almost fading with each passing day. This once queen of chaos had been reduced to merely ashes in comparison to her former self. Lowering her head, Bethany allowed her demeanor to remain shadowed, her chaos hiding her true emotions as she walked into the tavern, looking at the sight of those within, and not wishing to partake in anyone's company. She almost felt as if it was like the times of old, and she had wanted to feel that way, for that time was when she was weak, and had nothing to truly live for.
For a night of evenfall, the tavern was strangely brimming with patrons to the point it would have been difficult to meander throughout the tables without having to bump shoulders with an inebriated male or two, though women were as common as the men, dressed in brightly coloured plumes with a variety of rough-spun cloaks and dresses, silks and frocks aplenty throughout. From the looks of the establishment there appeared to have been a tourney of sorts, for guardsmen and imperial soldiers alike crowded the room with tankards of pitch and bags of coin rested on the table tops of dark oak alongside their blades which had been put up for the night. It appeared they were off duty and hadt taken to gambling on the outcomes of the contest, while the victorious horseman was seated near the right of the flaming hearth in a doublet of green and checkered blue, lavished with hefty bosomed females on either side of his lap. “Nay a CHANCE he had! Cannae no man get the drop on oul Will of the Barrows!” His voice, thick as it were with rum, could be heard from all throughout the tavern. Towards the bar a pair of sea-faring men had taken to slapping two tables together and were red-faced as they attempted to bend their opponent’s arm back onto the wood but neither one seemed like to win soon. Seated near the staircase that led to an upstairs balcony, a singer lay seated with his harp and was gently coaxing the coyer of the female patrons with the soothing tones of his voice..
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Zess headed straight to the tavern.First he wanted to go at waterfalls just like his mother told him to since it was a place where he could find that old man but then he changed his mind.He wanted to have a drink and relax a little bit after long travel from France before going looking for a friend if with Evan that was the case since that male was his teacher.Not for too long though.Zess shrugged those thoughts away and simply opened the door with his mind before he stepped into the tavern.His gaze shifted around as he checked if he knew anyone and he actually noticed a familiar face.He couldn`t help but smirk."Bingo."He thought and then moved through the tavern to the bar stand.He tried to bring as less attention as he could though with his bright red hair and sky blue eyes it was really hard to do.Every time when he went somewhere people seemed to be drawn to him.It annoyed him at first but then he just got used it.Of course his twin sister who was very sociable person helped him to get into it better.He walked to the bar stand and took a seat on the bar stool.Charming smile touched his lips as a bartender who was also a young pretty female came over to him right away.
So dont you dare to make fun of me.:P At least some people know how to be polite.(:
