Cold Iron & Pixie Dust [IC]

[Dragonessdown]

Snickering, Damia answered "I cannot get drunk, I just like the flavor...." She tipped the glass up, swallowing the liquid quickly. She licked her lips slowly, and in an unconscious gesture reached up and rubbed he tarnished silver choker she wore. She paused as she listened to the bartender, and snorted Surprise me! She winked ate him, and scanned the crowd, looking for the others in the crowd.

[zamboza]

After hearing Sarkan's telepathic voice, Blake finished what he had left in his glass - not that much, to be honest - and leaned on the table. "Keeping the crowd under control, huh?" He said and looked around. Surely many magic wielding personas gathered in one place, he could feel it. It seemed that this bar was a place for them to meet, discuss their affairs, or just chill out or celebrate something, just like Blake was doing. Still, it was obvious that sooner or later some drama would see the light of day and find it's way to the public view if left without control, just like it happened with the video that made the mundane people notice the magic and magical beings around them. Opinions about them varied from one person to another, that's why most of them still prefer to live under cover - some people are afraid, some pessimistic, others say that there is no place for the magical to live... That's what was forcing people like Blake or Sarkan to stay low and live a false life. However, that's not what the magnomancer wanted to think about - he made a deal of his life today, dang it!

 

"Free drinks, you say..." He mumbled under his nose and began on searching for anything that would catch his eye. Soon he noticed a bourbon named "Elijah Craig 'Barrel Proof'", made of whiskey, caramel, black pepper and vanilla. It fit the requirements that the former guardian stated before and seemed to have a quite interesting flavor. "Give me some Elijah Craig 'Barrel Proof' bourbon then, Sark."

[Switch]

Dorijan and Vodnik simultaneously looked up with a shared stunned expression when the voices of a girl and the bartender entered their minds. Wide eyed, Dorijan looked back and forth from his father to the bartender, waiting for someone to say something. After a long pause, Vodnik glared briefly at the man before taking another sip of vodka and settling his gaze on the wall next to him.

 

"Mind your own business." The elder hissed, almost inaudible. "I don't need your charity."

 

Dorijan hesitated briefly before he spoke. "But... aren't they-"

 

"Don't listen to strangers." Vodnik interrupted, clenching his glass in clear frustration.

 

Dorijan flinched at the sound, then sighed and nodded. He remained still and silent, but his thoughts were racing. Were there really that many non-humans gathered in one place among regular people? How could that bartender even tell? And how did their voices get into his head? Vodnik never mentioned anything like this... although he never really talked about any other people, human or nonhuman. That made Dorijan wonder why his father seemed so tense. The man was never really happy, but he was rarely this visibly agitated. What if there were other water spirits here? Why wouldn't his father want him to meet another of their kind?

 

"... Father?" Dorijan whispered nervously. "Um... can I ask for a glass of water?"

Vodnik mumbled out a "fine," not even turning his head around. The rusulka nodded and shyly looked up at the bartender. "... Water, please?"

 

[Esko]

Obsi fealt heat on her face. She didn't MEAN to broadcast her thoughts like that, no way! Then again, other dragons would often comment on her habit of broadcasting telepathy to everybody. She had trained herself hard to stop it, and that training paid off most of the time, but it still sometimes slipped...

 

Well, now the cat's out of the bag. Yeah, I'm a dragon. A Thunder dragon at that. Name's Obsi. She spoke telepathically to the group, not wanting to say it out loud. So, free drink for magical beings, huh? Expect a crowd.

 

Richard looked at her. A dragon, hm? I had a feeling you weren't normal. In a good way, I mean. He told her privatley.

 

You can do that as well? How?

 

That's for you to figure out. He then turned around to Sarkan. "Alrighty then, get me a [insert drink here] please." He requested.

 

"I'll just start out with water." Obsi quietly said, not wanting to start out right away with something achoholic.

[Vorgin]

Sarkan agreed to setting out the drinks asked of him but turned his attention to Dorijan and Obsi, "You two know water is already free. Being as I am offering, you can have something else too." He gave them a light smile when setting out their waters. He also directed his attention to Blake and Damia, deciding to pour her the same bourbon that Blake ordered, "That should soothe your taste miss. Thank you for the tips." He began to wipe down the table looking around but waiting for the two supernaturals who ordered water to order something else.

[Dragonessdown]

The dragoness smiled at the bartender, and took a sip of the drink. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise, and she quickly took another sip. "That was... interesting. You certainly.." Damia stopped abruptly as she winced in pain. Her dark power flared briefly, allowing other non humans to briefly see a shadow of dark wings. Shaking her head she pulled herself back together. Privately to Sarkan Whoops, sorry about that. Transformation spells where not made for my kind to use.. She paused, then asked "Ever need any entertainers?"

[Vorgin]

Sarkan acted natural and went to cleaning glasses, You at least are used to having flesh and bones. I need to shell to keep an entire inferno inside and stable. He looked at her skeptical, "And what type of entertainment did you have in mind? You don't seem the singing type." He rung out a rag and slid some drinks to people calling for another round, at the same time writing down bills and orders.

[Dragonessdown]

True that, spells act more than a little strange when I cast them, guess its my chaotic nature... Damia smirked "Well there is always... other things". She drained her drink, and put money down for a tip and refill. "Seeing as there's not a party around, I thought I would offer my services... Fire breathing of course. She pushed a strand of hair out of her face, and licked her lips. Scanning the crowd, she saw a pair of.. Spirits? The younger seemed dejected, and the older looked to be a prude. Privately to the younger one Hello there. Being kept in a cage are we...? Just think your response, I can pick it from your mind. Her fingers drummed on the bar, a habit picked up from the times she didn't have a tail.

[XiraCaster]

When Crimson heard the bartender telepathically announce free drinks she didn't hesitate to take up on the offer. "Well if anything under $20 is free I'll take a drink that has a nice kick to it." Her eyes glanced over at the female who partially shifted, taking sharp notice to what looked like to be wings appearing then disappearing just as quickly. The dragoness was somewhat amused by this display and with that, she decided to engage in a telepathic conversation with the girl. Having a bit of trouble controlling a transformation spell hm?

[Dragonessdown]

The half dragoness's eyes flacked black again as she sipped her drink. How.. pleasurable to meet you too dear. She mentally inked at the new feminine voice as she yawned, flashing her sharp teeth. The more power, the harder to suppress. Now add in chaos and you get an absolutely delightful... experience. Stretching, the fine boned woman looked longingly outside. There would be a major storm later tonight, perfect for her flying tastes.

[Switch]

"Um..." Dorijan paused, scanning the drink list and thinking over Sarkan's offer. He didn't really know what any of them were or what they might taste like. He wanted to ask about them, but feared his father would snap at him for talking to the bartender for too long, so Dorijan meekly shook his head. "Just water is okay, thank you..."

The bartender and another woman began talking for a few moments, until the woman's voice suddenly entered Dorijan's head again and he flinched in surprise.

"Wh-What? Uh... Like this?" The rusulka replied in thought, anxiously fiddling with his hair and glancing back at the woman. He prayed that Vodnik couldn't hear him too. "Hi... um, a cage? What did you mean?"

 

[padfoot]

Elfte had been sitting in the [bAR NAME] for quite a while, tucked away in the corner and talking excitedly with an old friend. A elderly programmer named Elijah Russo sat across the table, his over sized suit jacket swallowing the small man. They had met in this town for him to do some upgrades to her operating system and [bAR NAME] seemed like a good place to set up camp and catch up. Once the bar began to become popular as the night club crowd started to wake from their hangovers, Mr. Russo rose heavily on his cane and hugged the small woman and said their goodbyes. Elfte escorted the man to the door and he vanished into the night. Elf returned to her table to collect her things to move to the bar. Her table was needed to seat the larger parties that were beginning to flow into the building. She didn't want to be a bother. "Screwdriver" she said in her completely human voice. Elfte was, by most means of the word, human. She smelled like a human, moved like a human, sounds, feels, functions, ad acts like a human. The only difference between herself and a human was that she wasn't a human. She was invented and built by a brilliant man, number eleven in his lifetime. She was an android, one of the most advanced in the world. So advanced, she blends perfectly with the rest of the population.

 

This being said, she was not able to hear all the telepathic speak that had been going on in the bar.

 

Two men in dark suits enter the establishment and take a seat in an empty booth. The only splash of color was their ties. One man wears a dark red tie and the other wears a bright pink tie. They scan the bar silently, both sets of eyes settling on Elf's back. They blink and return to casual behavior.

 

(((Sideway later now!!!)))

Sideway entered the bar confidently, scanning the room with both his eyes and crazy sex vision. The room was pretty dead, telling him that this wasn't a good place for advertise but it was a good place to unwind before his shift starts. Sideway was a part owner of a gentleman's club a few streets over from Sarkan's bar. This was a normal jumping off point for Sideway's nightly routine. He wasn't in need of a partner to feed off of, he was still good from his meal a few days ago. S friend at work that knows about his condition and is happy to help out whenever he is having an off week. An off week is exactly what Sideway has been having. He felt like something was wrong with the town. He approached the bar and smiled as he approached the barkeep, "evening Serkan, whats the word tonight?" he asked the fae. Sideway had never nailed down what the guy was exactly. He knew he wasn't human, it was just rude to ask these days. It was like The Crucible lately with extremist groups shouting their opinions till their throats bled. Sideway was one of the lucky ones. Feeds on humans in secret and doesn't look different from the average Joe.

Edited April 28, 2015 by padfoot

[Dragonessdown]

Yes like that. My my, aren't we adorable..? The half dragoness smirked, she did enjoy these mind games. The old one seems... possessive of you. Maybe its time for a change... unless you like it like that Damia turned back to the bar. Sarkan dear, you don't happen to have anything with blood in it do you? Preferably herbivore. She pulled out more money, and placed it on the bar. The chaos dragoness had an obnoxiously high metabolism, while she could live off of her element... It was not very satisfying.

[Switch]

Dorijan squeaked and blushed slightly in surprise at what he believed was a compliment. He wasn't entirely sure what the woman was referring to, or if it was in a positive light, but he was too flustered to ask for clarification. He tilted his head slightly at what she said next, referencing Vodnik.

"Wh-What? Um... I don't really- I mean, he's my father. I have to listen to him. But he's not..." Dorijan hesitated and meekly looked away. "He's just protecting me."

In the back of his mind, he knew he shouldn't have continued the conversation with her, but his curiosity had been piqued.

 

[Dragonessdown]

The Chaos dragoness paused, thinking. She could use him, he was a nature spirit of some kind. Her house was almost perfect, but her construct servant was NOT a gardener. Nodding to herself Well what would your father say, little spirit if I paid you to work at my home hmmm? I am draconic in nature.. money is no object.... the dragoness moved uneasily, something did not feel quite right....

[zamboza]

???

 

A black owl with red eyes landed on a lamp post in front of the bar where it sensed high concentration of magical beings. Time to have some fun... It thought and flew down to the entrance of the building. As it did, a black mist engulfed it for a while and revealed it's true nature - the bird changed into a full-grown man with sharp nose and long black hair, yet he still had some animal features. His fingers and toes were topped off with sharp claws, like ones of an owl, and he had feathers on his shoulders and outer side of his arms. Though normally unseen, he had two sets of teeth - a sight that terrified everyone who happened to see the second set. His red eyes pierced anyone who happened to stumble upon his gaze; some kind of uneasiness could be felt when around him. Somehow, after changing to his human forum, he already appeared with a pair of black jeans on him. After landing in front of the door, he dusted off feathers on his shoulders and went inside.

 

Just after he entered some people turned their gaze on him. They started to whisper among themselves - some were scared, some curious, some just drunk-brave. One of the latest group, a young man sitting to the left of the entrance stood up with a mug of beer in his hand, almost falling over because of his state and pointed at the newcomer. "Look, it's one of those weirdos!" He exclaimed with a sloppy voice. Just after he finished, the newly arrived smirked and dashed to him, just to grab him by his clothes with his hands and lift the drunkard up, who sobered immediately. "You better remember not too call me this way, or either I'll end your pathetic life and feast on your body. Understood?" He spoke with a strong voice to the youngster; an European accent could be heard in it. His red eyes stared at his prey, who was filled with fear - in response to the words of the 'weirdo' he just shook his head up and down nervously, hoping it would calm down him at lest so he could put him down. Unfortunately for the man, it didn't - the newcomer threw him in direction of a nearby table where a couple was sitting. Not caring much about the reaction of the mundane people who were mainly scared of him, he turned to the bartender, smiled and spread his arms with resignation. "Well, what kind of bartender are you to allow that kind of insults to ones of my kin, huh?"

[Vorgin]

Sarkan attended to drinks requested and went back to normal conversation. A beer here, a bill there. Multitasking was second nature to him. He felt the atmosphere change with this new man. Sarkan watched carefully as he felt the dark aura coming from him. Trouble... Sarkan knew that this one would cause problems. He was not in the mood for trouble. "I care not for your kin... But I do care about you scaring people here. Either buy a drink without making issues, or get out. I don't serve trouble makers..."

[zamboza]

???

 

"Sure, I'll buy something, because that's what I'm here for, aren't I?" The strzyga cynically replied to the bartender and walked to the bar, still smiling. He took a seat on a far edge by the water spirit, a being that was native to the land he lived in. He leaned on his hand and glanced at the barkeep. "So, tell me my friend, for how long have you been working under cover of human? Let me guess, over a hundred years?" He asked aloud as if there were no one around - and because of a silence that stayed in the place everyone heard it. Gasps could be heard and whispers arose again, many of them being like "There are other's like him here?" or "What, the bartender is not normal too?". The newcomer smiled deviously as everything was going according to his plan...

[XiraCaster]

Crimson was unsettled by the newcomers presence, surely he wasn't trying to have a fight break out was he? The dragoness gave a low laugh as the male stirred up more trouble, her eyes slowly changing into a red color as her annoyance level increased. "That sir, is none of your business nor your place to accuse people of such things so lay off him." She said darkly, not wanting to rouse up trouble with him herself, her intentions were to make him back off the lad and draw his attention to her instead. Crimson would hate to people become a victim to the newcomer's ways, it was only natural for her to intervene.

Edited April 28, 2015 by DarknessDragon197

[Switch]

Dorijan's eyes widened, caught off guard by the question and unsure of what to say.

 

"Uh... I don't know?" He pondered, glancing nervously at Vodnik, who was completely oblivious to their conversation. "I guess I'd have to ask... I'm not sure if he'd trust me on my own though. But, I'll talk to him about it."

The rusulka felt highly flustered and flattered at the same time. He had never interacted with someone this complimentary of him before. He opened his mouth to thank her, until movement at the bar entrance caught his eye. Dorijan's face fell as he met the red eyes of a person, clearly not human. He would have assumed the man was using some kind of spell to hide his birdlike features from the regular people, but the reactions of the crowd made it very obvious they could see everything. Dorijan recoiled in fear when the newcomer started a violent altercation with one of the humans.

"D-Dad!" The rusulka squeaked, shaking Vodnik's arm. The elder turned around with anger in his eyes, ready to snap at Dorijan, until he noticed the confrontation occuring.

"...Is that a strzyga? What is that idiot doing?" Vodnik hissed under his breath

Dorijan looked to Vodnik. "You know what it is?"

"They're from my homeland. A demon. Or sometimes more of a banshee..." Vodnik trailed off and visibly stiffened when the aforementioned demon approached them and sat down at the bar near Dorijan, who nervously leaned away. He was even more afraid now. The bartender and another woman seemed to be handling him, but he doubted how long it would last.

 

[Dragonessdown]

The dragoness snarled at the newcomer. Standing up and shouting loudly. "Your wit Matches your power, witch is to say nothing. That man is clearly a human, ill show you a real beast if you keep it up!" She stood up, feeling strangely protective of the elemental and the other non-humans. You owe me for this old man. she told the tender privately. Damia flipped the male a rude sign "If you want trouble than bring it demon!".

 

 

[Vorgin]

Sarkan looked at the man... more like a boy to him with an emotionless expression, "I suggest you leave before you start something you can't finish. I'm living an honest living here so you have no place to make accusations you can't back up... So I will ask once... leave my bar..." Sarkan was not easily intimidated... then again, it was hard after existing for thousands and thousands of years... and if things got bad, he had a backup plan.

[Esko]

Richard turned his head towards the one who spoke outright of magic beings in the bar. He subtly exhaled a cloud of cold fog, despite the warm tepature in the room. If you are looking to get magical beings killed, this is not the place to do so. He calmly said, slowly rising onto his feet. Onsi never saw this side of him; she only saw the sweet and loving side of him that made her fall for the...strange human. If he was human. What WAS he, if not a normal human baker?

 

Small sparks shot out of the side of her mouth, though well hidden. She did not want to go sparky sparky boom boom mode here, but if she had to, she would.

[padfoot]

Elfte sighed and downed the rest of her drink. Some shouty fellow had busted into the peaceful pub and started shouting about magical beings. She swiveled gracefully off her bar stool and dropped the distance to the floor. The small girl crossed the room and placed herself between the spooky man, the man emitting a lot of electrical interference, and the barkeep's mexican standoff. She cleared her throat to catch their attention, ""I'm sorry to interrupt your peeing race but who cares if there are magical beings?" She asked them all, "Besides, I call sanctuary". She winked. Sanctuary was a trick she learned from a man she met a few years back. It was an old tradition most European and Asia fae still held to this day. It was a minor spell that she had never tried before. Sanctuary was created to act as a form of protection when fae of violent factions need to meet in one place, just as a precaution. She wasn't even sure what she was doing, all she knew what that she saw him save their asses from a bunch of European bat monsters. She didn't think that any of these guys were European bat monsters though. It was strange, most establishment's owned by fae already have the spell active to avoid detection or to keep rowdy fae from leveling his/her place of business.

 

(((If that's not cool I'll change it)))

Edited April 29, 2015 by padfoot

[zamboza]

((Um, my character is already at the bar so it is kinda strange how she could stand between me, Damia and the bartender))

 

Oh come on guys, you really want to fight now? The strzyga asked all those who began threatening him. He laughed at the draconic lady who protected the barkeep. You can't fool me, sweety. Everyone at the bar here is either a magical being or has some magic potential. Saying that, he looked at Avixiam, who was still calmly drinking his bourbon.

 

In reality though, that strzyga hadn't noticed one thing - while the magnomancer didn't seem to care much about all the ruckus around, he actually was using his metal manipulation skills to unscrew the barstool the newcomer was sitting on. Slowly but steady he was making progress and as for then he still didn't manage to notice it.

 

In the meantime, the strzyga continued with a quieter voice. "Now, that I have your attention - all I wanted to say, is that the world has changed. People now know of our existence, so there's no need of hiding it. The way they react to us is unacceptable!" He hit the bar with his fist. "We were before the mundane humans even existed. It is us who should have the power, not them! Now, just so you know, some idiot has probably filmed the whole situation here, the word will spread and they'll demand their justice on us. Funny, isn't it?" With the last words the strzyga smiled. Everything went just as he planned.

 

((Do I need to explain why he did so? ))