<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Who: http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=1132Kuln Pasakseba</a> and http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=77Nurano Unraja</a> When: 39 Dyo (Spring), 81380 Where: Nurano's bar (SO sorry if this is in the wrong place - you didn't specify where exactly the bar was ^^;; If this is wrong, then just say this is a random bar.)</td></tr></table> The rain had stopped for a while now, but none the less inky black puddles lay in the streets of the Black Market. The sky was covered with a dark blanket of cloud, with only a slight ripple of the moon's light slipping through the clouds. Buisness had died down, many criminals retiring to a bar, club, or their own homes after a day of brisk business. Kuln Pasakseba sighed, trundling down the street, pulling his hat down over his face and tired eyes. He had just had a very long day, chasing down a criminal but with no results whatsoever. All he needed was a good long rest, a cup of coffee and somewhere to put his feet up. Problem was, that his flat was on the other side of the Market, a good walk from here. Maybe he'd have that coffee first. If he could find any in the bars that surrounded him in the side street. Most were full fo drunken criminals making deals and some making riots, so he passed on those ones. He soon found a quiet looking bar. Like most in the Market, it was quetsionable whether it was legal or not, but he was dying of thirst now. Even a coke... He trundled in slowly. Indeed it was quiet. The detective strolled in quietly, pulling his coat around his face, in the case any knew him. He didn't recognise anyone - and he had a pretty good photographic memory - but it would be best to stay safe in case. Slowly, he made his way to the counter in the eerie bar and took a seat, waiting for someone to serve him.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Heh, this is fine! The bar has a pretty undefined locations/size/etc. It's mostly just a convenient RP location.</td></tr></table> Nurano yawned, sipping at his beer, as he stood in the back kitchen area of the bar. He was tired, and he didn't want to deal with anymore drunken patrons tonight, since it had been a long day. His ears perked up as he heard someone enter, and he blinked in surprise. The 'dragon in question did not look like any of their usual clientelle (or, indeed, like any criminal Nurano was familiar with -- and that was most of them --) and was hiding his face, which lead Nurano to believe that he might be on the other side of the law. He looked around, but no one in his family was to be seen. I better deal with him, then. Nurano was pretty sure that his family had purposefully made themselves scarce, which confirmed his suspicions that the man in question was probably a police officer or something of a similar ilk. By concentrating, Nurano was able to shapeshift -- very quietly, and very minimally, so as not arouse the client's suspicion -- while his back was still to the bar. He took his usually black face and made the eyelids and throat red. His pants already covered his tattoo, so he didn't have to worry about changing it. He thought for a moment, and as a final touch, he gave his mane of hair a subtle red tint. It couldn't hurt, and his changes were not major enough so as to be good markers by which to indentify him. After all, he could count six different 'dragons that had markings similar to what he now sported. Now changed, he left his half-empty beer on the bar and turned to the new customer. "What'll you have tonight?" he asked, gesturing to their wide selection of liquor, beer, wine, and things that were definately alcoholic and quite possibly legal. "We've also got food, if you're in for a snack," he added. Though this was true, Nurano would not have eaten the food himself -- it had been a while since anything new had been cooked. He did not mention this, however, and instead waited for the stranger to pick his poison.
Kuln Pasakseba peered up at the 'dragon serving at the bar. No, no-one he recognised about. With a sigh, he dropped his coat cuff, revealing his long snout, black "hair", and a toothpick which hung out of his mouth. Kuln liked to look like a shady criminal himself, so as to blend in, but enough like a detective so that the law would know him. <span style='color:gray'>"Hrrr,"</span> he growled, in a slightly gruffer voice than usual, <span style='color:gray'>"I'll just 'ave a pint o' beer, thankin' ye."</span>
Nurano nodded as he retrieved a bottle from the cooler that stood, humming, in the corner. He didn't pay much attention to what kind of beer the other recieved, as he had a suspicion that the stranger probably wouldn't care all that much. He handed it to the stranger with a half-smile and a nod. "Here you are. Anything else for you?" This gave him an excuse to stand and observe the stranger for a few minutes. He was trying to find any identifying marks, but there were none that he could really pin down. Probably intentional, he thought. Besides, visuals aren't all that reliable, especially with a male -- he's probably shape-shifted 'em away, just like I have. That accent, though... He ran a mental checklist of all the accents he knew, trying to pinpoint where this one was from. Maybe the fishing piers, but that's unlikely. I wonder if it's fake? He shrugged and reached for his own beer without moving from in front of the customer. Well, looks like this should be interesting.
<span style='color:gray'>"No thanks, matey,"</span> he growled, keeping up his fake accent. He took the bottle of beer, flipped off the lid, and sniffed it. Seemed normal enough. He let the cooling liquid touch his lips and flow down his throat as he gulped it down. With a satisfying sigh, he yawned, folded his arms and looked up at the bar tender. <span style='color:gray'>"So... long day, mate?"</span> he growled.
