Timestamp: Tria - 35 - 81379 Though he absolutely abhorred the decoration of the place, the Watering hole was easily the boy's favorite place to be. He found, as he was sauntering up to the entrance, that his mind was already inside. He was mentally criticizing the decor, dreaming up the occupants hungrily, inventing the music that would be dancing around the walls...and as the first strands of rhythm and noise reached out and touched him, his memory and reality became one. Breathing deeply, he absorbed the intoxicating scents and sounds, reveling in the feeling as the tempo of his heart caught up with that of the entire establishment. The tall boy was an odd one, as lithe and perfect as some kind of serpentine cat. A dark coat of mottled black and violet was the perfect canvas for his mesmerizing array of intricate silver tattoos, and his dancing golden eyes smiled wickedly at those who caught his gaze. Dressed only in a black pair of clinging leather pants to match his wings, the boy needed no other adornments to stand out. Ominous and feminine, he was a creature all his own...and he knew it. Taking a place at the bar, he didn't dare sit...not with his image. He would stand leaning casually on the bar, after ordering a slick-sounding drink (one of his own design, no doubt), and proceed to watch the occupants with veiled interest. There would always be something interesting going on, with Tekettsio around.
The dark figure circled in the cloak slipped through the bright, cheery place silently, the cloth garment dragging lightly on the floor. He sat at the bar lightly and smoothly, tapping a talon on the bar to get the attention of the barkeep. He motioned the thin female behind the bar to come close. he whispered to her a few short words, before nodding, the barmaid sweeping off gracefully, shortly returning with a cup of piping hot water. The man reached behindhis back under his cloak, returning it with a small vial of blue liquid he poured into the mug quickly, as if to avoid anyone's seeing. He drained half the cup, before looking at his surroundings, his silver orb-like eyes the only thing visable under the hood. his eyes fell on Tekettsio with mild intrest to his sharp style. He reached into a nearby bowl, crunching on a small cracker with surprisingly little sound. <span style='color:purple'>Hmmmm... interesting...</span> he thought, his eyes widening, then thinning to slits. he drank the rest of his drink in a single gulp, looking curiously at the serpentine 'dragon.
Sly eyes slipped over to the odd cloaked one at the bar, smooth brow furrowing lightly in puzzlement. Tek stared for what very well could have been considered an impolitely long moment, before scratching boredly at one of the tattoo lines on his face and looking away. It was a newer marking, and still itched and stung every now and again. Nearly every part of the 'dragon's long-limbed body was laced with delicate patterns, all purposefully wound and placed. It seemed for a moment that the boy was more flighty than he seemed, and had already bypassed the shadowy figure near him as uninteresting. But then, as if the idea suddenly dawned on him, the lithe 'dragon slid down the bar and parked himself less than an arm's distance from the cloaked one. Vivid gold gaze danced daringly as he peered curiously into the hood-shadows of the male before him. When he spoke, his voice was a whisper of smooth oil. "...Is it stuffy under that hood of yours?"
Nekhalla waltzed in, in her usual fashion of course. When it came to parties, she always could be found at one. Her hair was in its fashion-core style: dreadlock curls. She wore her favorite hat, the OMG, it was placed upon her head perfectly straight and keeping her ears bent over. She wore her usual white trench, modeled after an earth movie call 'The Matrix,' and a black skirt with a white ruffle underneath. Her shirt could not be seen under the trench. She did wear full goth boots with black and white striped stocking. Around her neck was a choker with the image of a lotus flower in white jade on a intricatly weaved band in red and black, of course. Another necklace of an Ankh in full gothic style was worn on a long chain. She wore a ring on every finger, including thumbs. Her bag of choice was a shoulder strapped bag with a Macy Jolly Roger on it. She walked over to the bar and sat down, legs crossed. She pondered for a minute and then motioned for the bar keep. She then ordered something called a 'Life Circle' which she oviously knew the barkeep didn't know. She wrote down the ingredients and waited for him to bring it back out.
A gloved left hand slid up to rest on the boys shoulder, shoving him roughly onto the stool next to his own with near impossible strength. Depends how much space I'm given. He said, his slitted eyes still the only thing seen under the dark hood. He motioned to the barkeep, who took the mug and set down another with more hot water. The figure took a leaf out of his hidden pockets, tore it into a number of pieces and dropped it into the mug. He grabbed the boys wrist again, pulling him to his feet and shoving him into the bar, right next to Nekhalla with a thump. Don't bug me, child. I like my space.
He seemed to take being shoved rather well, considering. Just a creeping grin, which blossomed fully when he was suddenly manhandled again. A soft breath was shoved between his teeth as his back met the bar's edge sharply. He smiled sweetly, a devious look flashing in his eyes. Voice remained as slick and mellow and pleased as before. "...Then why did you come here, sunshine?" A pretty little purr curled out, and he let his body relax. He was a daring boy, if not outright brazen. It was almost as if it was his goal to get into situations like this.
Nekhalla was actually finding this all quite entertaining. She had a distinct feeling the one sitting down didn't get out much and just need somewhere where he could disappear. Nekhalla smirked as her drink was brought out, it seemed to swirl on its own and had an greenish glow to it. She took a sip and smiled at the bar keep. Her way of saying he had done good. She then whirled around on her seat to watch the entertainment. A good fight was always fun for her, saying she usually started them. She had decided the cloaked guy had male PMS and the other dragon was mostlikely Gay or Metro, so this would be quite interesting.
Kien was feeling a little hyper today. She hadn't been out much these past few weeks. She hadn't tasted any booze since... well, since a long time. So when she heard that a party was being thrown, but didn't know by who, she decided to come. She would taste all the different alcohol and maybe meet some new people. She was dressed rather casually. Sneakers, jeans with holes in odd places and an attractive rainbow coloured V-neck shirt. A necklace of black string supporting a pendant the shape of a dagger adorned her neck. She wasn't one to dress up so nicely. She was just here to enjoy the entertainment. Speaking of entertainment, looks like there was an unfriendly meeting at the bar. But first, she needed a drink. <span style='color:skyblue'>Margeritta, please.</span> she said and slapped down some cash on the counter. She turned to watch the scene. <span style='color:skyblue'>What's going on?</span> she asked a female clad in white beside her. She noticed that the pendragon looked familiar. Where had she met her before? Swaraj? Janardan? Kien's memory didn't fail her and she remembered she was sitting with this girl in the cafeteria before. And that hat was a good reminder. <span style='color:skyblue'>Nekhalla?</span>
<span style='color:purple'>A bit of advice... never call a necromancer sunshine...</span> he said, pullinng off his left glove to show a clawed bone hand. he gripped the boys shoulder with it, drawing a little blood from his shoulder blade. He stood, his right hand finding a dagger with blood-red runes on it behind his cloak. he put the dagger point on the males neck. <span style='color:purple'>I would not hesitate to kill you after the day I had...</span> he said, throwing the younger male onto the bar again, then yanked him backwards by his ear. <span style='color:purple'>watch what you say and do. right now, only laws are stopping my from tearing your throat out with my bare hands...</span> He let the younger male go again, lowering his hood. he had a number of freshly-stitched wounds, one above his left eye, and another on the left side of his muzzle. a third was on his right cheek. <span style='color:purple'>I came here to find a dragon to kill. I lost my last skeletal servant in a fight a bit ago. the skeletons are best if you remove the skeleton from a living 'dragon.</span> he said calmly, as if it was a common practice. He tapped the bar with his skeletal claw,the barman walking over cautiously. <span style='color:purple'>get me a rag soaked in hot water.</span> he said, taking a small sip of his tea, careful of its heat. He looked at Nekhalla. <span style='color:purple'>you enjoy watching that, don't you?</span> he said, smiling at her.
Nekhalla turned and nodded. <span style='color:red'>The one and only. So far it looks like the master of the rainbow flag has picked a fight a resident of the underworld. My bets on the shady one</span> Nekhalla smiled a devious smile. She had no clue where this chick knew her from, lots of people she didn't know seemed to know her...or she had just forgotten. Most of the time her memory of people is like a fish...three second rule. ((Gah sorry for the short post...))
<span style='color:purple'>Shady, you say?</span> he muttered, drinking from his mug again. <span style='color:purple'>its a thing you can't avoid, some times.</span> he said, motioning the barkeep again, and with a few more whispered words, another drink like the one nekhalla had was delivered to her. <span style='color:purple'>you got to be yourself, ain't that right, kid?</span> he said to nekhalla with a smile.
Kien nodded. <span style='color:skyblue'>Do you think that guy will give up buggin' him?</span> she asked Nekhalla while cautiously watched the necromancer. The barkeep came with her drink and she gladly took it. Sipping the liquid slowly, she thought about a question to ask this dark creature. <span style='color:skyblue'>Have you been into many fights? Something strange, perhaps?</span> she asked. <span style='color:skyblue'>I know I have...</span> she added to herself.
Ooc: I'm only contesting one of those moves. I think that's fair, right? Again, the lithe male seemed to take the roughing well, not bothering to try throwing his weight against the other's. It was only when the other tried pulling on his ear did he twist out of the way. Even when the blade was pointed at his throat, he met the other's gaze cooly. Once he was tossed aside he calmly reclaimed his place leaning against the bar, still next to the rude male. By this point, the violent struggles were getting some serious attention by the bouncers. "Aren't you just adorable. Hate to tell you this, darling, but you came to the wrong place for all of that. Now, if you feel like loosening up and having a good time, then everything's all good and fine." There was a girl at the bar that he just noticed now, and it seemed she was talking to her friend about him and his new hooded friend. Turning away from "sunshine" and facing the girl, he gave her a crooked sort of half-smile. "Rainbows? Please...give me some credit."
Nekhalla smirked and took another sip of her drink. <span style='color:red'>I enjoy a good fight, mainly because I usually start them...usually the people are not worth my time.</span> Nekhalla smirked before turning to the shady one. <span style='color:red'>Of course, trying to be something else takes way to much energy. Ah, oh yeah, be careful with those things, if your not used to them they can have some wierd side effects.</span> She said pointing to his drink. It was actually a drink usually only found in a little bar in the Uhai that she went to sometimes. It was about the only place they made it with out the side effect of causing you to belive you have 6 arms. She hadn't made it out there in awhile so telling the bartender here was not a problem, she was used to the drink done not quite right so the side effect didn't happen to her. Nekhalla turned to the 'master of rainbows.' <span style='color:red'>If you don't know the reference...you need to get out more. </span> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Hey guys, I'm about to go to band camp so this will be my last post till saturday</td></tr></table>
He glared at the boy rainbow again, his eyes losing their shine. <span style='color:purple'>I'm getting fed up with your shit, boy. I'm thinking of teaching you a lesson, most likely involving a number of living corpses tearing your skin off.</span> he said evilly, closing his eyes and chugging the drink he had gotten. <span style='color:purple'>It ain't bad.</span> he said, looking up at nekhalla. <span style='color:purple'>I've had some good drinks, and this does rate... hells, to actually get drunk once in ahwhile...</span> he said, the second part more to himself than anything. <span style='color:purple'>yeah... I'm dead... you think a drink would have some effect on me, kid? one of the things ya miss is being able to actually get drunk... but you get used to the ability to stand up after losing your head... or after being his by a number of bullets, as well...</span> he said, tilting back his head and pointing to the thin scar that streched around his entire neck. <span style='color:purple'>Grave robbing, what fun that little bit was... i didn't take anything of value, unless you count the bones...</span> he said, laughing to himself.
His eyes were closed lazily, smirk barely lingering around. When he opened them again, he cast an appraising eye over the girl. "What I mean is, I'm not all rainbows. I'm "friendly" to everyone, precious." When the violent male spoke again, the last of his good humor fluttered away. Looking over his shoulder at the 'dragon, only his easy voice held any last sign of friendliness. "Look. You need to relax. You don't come into a partying club and ruin everyone's time. If I bother you, then I don't know how you get along in life. You throw every friendly bloke you meet around?" Turning away again, he motioned for the bartender again. This time he ordered something known, and strong. It isn't often that someone is able to ruin his good mood, and he could downright nasty when that happens. Luckily he was dead set on having a good time, and ignoring the unbelievably rude male seemed to be the only way to do so.
<span style='color:purple'>some people like being in fights, others like watching them. I am the former.</span> he said, turning on the stool. <span style='color:purple'>you ought to not call me sunshine, just the same, and along the lines, you never introduced yourself, and whats more, the hood comment was a bad way to start a conversation.</span> he said, <span style='color:purple'>besides, your creepy- and thats from a necromancer... you can bet its damn true.</span> he continued with a smal half-smile ot his mouth.
The ease in his voice had turned darker. Not dangerous or threatening, just flat and smooth like a coat of black paint. He also refused to turn toward the other, craning his slinky neck around to peer over his shoulder at him. "I began with a friendly question. I would have then proceeded to the introduction phase, but I was thrown into the bar. I believe the faux pas there, was on your part. And just so you know where I stand...in my book, I'm not expected to fear or respect anyone. That is something earned, not forced." A much friendlier smile suddenly bloomed on his face then...partially because of the turn in conversation, and partially because hid drink had arrived. Picking up the shot glass, he motioned to the other in a "cheers" sort of way. "But, if you're ready to relax a bit and have some fun, then you're alright in my book." And down went the shot with a toss of his head.
He squinted at the other male, his brain turning over a few times. <span style='color:purple'>Don't get any ideas...</span> he said with a mild smirk, turning his attention to his drink. T'wasn't bad, actually, and he was a tough critic for drinks.
Somehow, the recent violence was already glossed over in his mind, though there would be no tolerance at all if it started up again. Clearing his throat after the strong shot, he finally turned on his stool to face the other fully. Sticking out a thin clawed paw, Tek gave the most mockingly charming smile he could muster. "Good day, sir. My name is Tekettsio." Might as well start off again on the right foot, eh?
