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Post by PenguinNinja on Jun 24, 2013 20:47:17 GMT
Years rolled by with humans ruining the Earth. Lack of care for it crumbled the surface around mankind. As this began to happen creatures that had been in hiding for years, creatures of old folk lore and fairy tales began to crawl out and 'fix' the problem. Humans became the bottom of the food chain. Dragons. Demons. Pixies. Gnomes. Trolls. Mermaids. Werewolves. Vampires. Nymphs. You name it and it was walking and breathing on the surface, reclaiming it to save it from human hands. The number of humans dwindled. Humans survived this take over. Survive the massacre that took place. But not many. Travelling caravans, underground circles enslaving what monsters and creatures they could, some even living alongside these creatures at a cost. But humans do not own anything but what is on their backs. Every creature as deadly as the last, treating human flesh a delicacy if said human were to step out of line. Nobody would blink twice. And some creatures might talk back, if you asked nicely, and they were in a charitable mood. But never talk to a fairy. A wild imagination and boundless magic with no rules to abide to and a severe hatred of humans. Just don't.
Green eyes surveyed the room. In every town there were always one or two bars that were human friendly. Sometimes there'd be a table or two filled with the monsters, laughing and chiding the humans at the table next to them. The humans, man or woman would bite their tongue and imagine the painful death they would deal out if they could. But the green eyes, beneath a grey winter hat with a peak that shadowed the rest of her face. Blonde hair hidden beneath a black and white checkered scarf, white flecks of snow still drying on the frayed ends. Her destination was the bar. A quick drink to pass her time through the town, Tuscan Crossing, a small cosy town just outside of Manchester. If she remembered rightly. The long coat swept past her knees, black fabric brushing against dark green cargo pants, the ends tucked into plain black biker boots. She sat at the bar, pulled the scarf down to hang around her neck and said, "One beer please."
(OOC: So, everybody will be a human. This is the only rule I have. Feel free to have your characters interact with other creatures, you may play some creatures if your character needs to interact with them or you wish for them to interact with a human, but briefly. Nothing too serious/plotty xx)
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Playle
Talking In Your Sleep
Posts: 441
Deadly Sin: Sloth
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
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Post by Playle on Jul 22, 2013 20:36:30 GMT
Vin smelt of whiskey, and she smelt of trouble. Her little fur coat was tighter than this case, and she gave him those devil’s eyes which could never be good. Her eyelashes fluttered that little too much, the answers she was giving too curt, and there was enough perfume on her to choke a man. Her pearly whites made her smile ever so cute, but her silver tongue wasn’t enough to weasel out of this situation. She was a cutesy little damsel, the world was her oyster, but Vin had dealt with a dozen of these dames during his detective days.
“Toots, get your fine ass out of this joint. You’re not good company, your drinks are too expensive, and frankly you don’t mean a damn to me.”
The slap connected against Vin’s face harder than he had expected, one of the woman’s sharp nails breaking off as it connected with Vin’s old leathery face. She stormed out in a huff, and the snickers from the mythical creatures on the table behind Vin were loud enough to drive him irate. Taking a second to cool, the old vigilante stood up and made his way to the bar.
His navy pinstripe suit was a size too large, his shirt murky and mucky. He couldn’t tie a tie to save his life, so the black accessory hanged lazily like a bad knot. His shoes were new enough, still looked shiny in the right light, a bit like his balding head. What wasn’t coal black and grey was beginning to just be flesh. His hairline had been receding for many a year, his late forties body actually looked quite tired from stress over his career. What little hair he retained made for a short little tumble upon his back and sides, as well as a thin moustache which lay under his hooked nose. He wasn’t an attractive man, but he didn’t need to be – in his career, it was his mind which had to be sharp, not his looks.
The door went, and he didn’t have to look to know that it was still snowing out there. The breeze was bitter, and he was planning to stay in the bar and soak himself with whiskey until it freshened up outside. Vin glanced over his shoulder, a group of centaurs were playing a raunchy game of poker and making one hell of a ruckus. In the corner, a pair of trolls loudly made fun of the humans. A typical night in Tuscan Crossing’s finest establishment.
”One beer please.”
The person who’d just scooted up to the bar wasn’t a familiar face or voice. She seemed to know how to keep to herself, which was all you needed around these parts. Vin perhaps looked a bit too long at the lady before catching the bartender’s attention himself.
“Whiskey… make it a double” he asked, rubbing his face where he’d just been slapped.
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Post by Tonks on Jul 27, 2013 21:59:05 GMT
Erick eyed up the figure that entered the bar; he had to be careful as all sorts of people and creatures came in the bar. She seemed harmless, but he didn't recognise her so he remained cautious. "Pint or half?" He asked. His attention was drawn to the sound of a loud slap, but as he saw where the sound came from he just smirked and shook his head. He began to pour Vin's double whiskey as he awaited the girl's reply.
Erick was tall and stocky, with a long beard and tied back hair that had not been attended to in years. His clothes were old and tattered and hair grew over the faded tattoos on his arms. He looked tough, for a human, which is what he hoped for. Being a bartender in a human bar was a dangerous business, even with very strict opening hours.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jul 28, 2013 21:46:05 GMT
"Pint," Anna said. She brought out the book she kept close to her chest and after deciding that only humans were near by, she let it lie on top of the counter and continued reading.
It was a small thing she'd picked up on her way, or rather somebody had handed to her. A small black leather book with the spine broken from being read many times. It had been handed to her by a dying man who'd had a rough encounter with a group of imps. She'd come across him just outside of the border of town and his last breath had been to tell her, "Queen Fairy. Kill. Banish. Safe."
The notes were just legible but from the first scrawled sentence she could make out, "The Queen of Fairies has a weakness. Find the weakness and send her back." That made the rest of the book a little more interesting.
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Playle
Talking In Your Sleep
Posts: 441
Deadly Sin: Sloth
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
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Post by Playle on Jul 29, 2013 10:29:15 GMT
"Thanks Erick - hope you're keeping well" Vin said with a slight sincerity. Erick was a good guy, never did Vin have a problem with the bartender. Except for that damned beard. That was nothing more than a niggling nuisance though.
Vin nursed his whiskey with one hand, and in the other he rapped on the bar rhythmically. From pinky to thumb, his hands would drum down, and then back in reverse. He was thinking, mostly about his own personal affairs. Yet on his mind was new ventures. He took a cheeky peek at the gal's book, and immediately scooted up closer.
"Miss, put that away. The wrong kind of folk knew you'd have that, they'd tear you up into confetti within seconds."
The warning was clear, but Vin kept it at a hushed whisper. He swallowed the remainder of his whiskey and nudged the empty glass back to Erick.
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Post by Tonks on Jul 29, 2013 11:37:06 GMT
Erick nodded at the girl as he handed the whiskey to Vin. He began to pour her drink as Vin spoke to her. Erick eyed up the book. "Don't scare the poor girl Vin, it's just a book." He plonked the pint down in front of her with no grace whatsoever, but only spilling enough to make a small circle of beer around the bottom of the glass. "Two twenty please" he smiled, showing his browning teeth.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jul 31, 2013 13:19:11 GMT
Anna frowned at the two people. She dropped the coins onto the bar and simply kept her book open. "I'm not a little girl," she ground out.
She took her drink, glared at the pages in front of her and turned the page. "And they can try," she muttered. Then she tilted her head to smirk at the pair. "Not everyone likes to bow to their every whim." And she winked. Then went back to the book.
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Post by Tonks on Jul 31, 2013 15:20:52 GMT
"Now I said nothing about you being little, but I do believe you just got told, Vin." Erick smirked, counting the money.
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Playle
Talking In Your Sleep
Posts: 441
Deadly Sin: Sloth
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
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Post by Playle on Jul 31, 2013 19:27:51 GMT
Vin couldn't help but chuckle.
"Your choice ma'am. It's not what I would do, but I ain't your boss now am I. Name's Vin by the way, just to put a name to my face. You need a hand around the local area, you can come speak to me - simply saying that because I ain't seen you before."
With his right hand he outstretched it ready to shake this stranger's. With his left, he fumbled in his pocket for pennies.
"Erick, you cool with me slamming yet another double whiskey on that old tab of mine? I know there's cobwebs on the debt I owe you, but we can fix that one day."
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Post by PenguinNinja on Aug 1, 2013 20:25:29 GMT
"Tell me Vin," Anna began. She paused to pass her eyes over the bar and over the monsters and creatures that situated themselves not too far away. "You like living like this? Having to be careful of what you say?"
She didn't wait for a response, just shrugged her shoulders and said, "Anna. And thank you. If I need a hand I know who to ask."
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Post by Tonks on Aug 3, 2013 15:46:26 GMT
"Vin, the day you pay me millions of pigs will fly right across the sky." Erick chuckled as he poured another whiskey, "I know you'll pay me back one way or another." He passed the whiskey to Vin as Anna spoke, but his smile dropped as 4 men walked into the room; pale and sullen. Wolves.
Erick walked over to an empty section of the bar. "Gentlemen, what can I get you?" Painfully aware of how close it was to sunset, Erick felt with his hand to make sure his shotgun was still under the bar.
The four men looked around the room, stopping a moment when they noticed Anna, and then set their eyes on Erick. They walked forward. The first one spoke "Nothing, thanks." before they made their way to a set of seats in the corner.
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Playle
Talking In Your Sleep
Posts: 441
Deadly Sin: Sloth
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
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Post by Playle on Aug 3, 2013 22:02:30 GMT
Vin noticed Erick's discomfort; he wanted to make a jokey comment about his long-term debt, but the mood had shifted south. Half-heartedly he smiled and sipped at his neat whiskey. The newest in the tavern created an air of tension, even among the other mythicals. The centaurs playing poker couldn't care less though, one roaring that he had just got a full house.
"It's not gonna get better" he said to Anna more than Erick, but still just leaving it open ended.
"It's been so long since the calm times. Hell, I bet half my stressed wrinkles are from living like this."
Vin didn't beat round the bush. He was a bitter aging man, and the hopes of others barely ignited a spark in his heart. Case after case, this rusty detective had grown more cynical and solemn. There wasn't a hope in hell that his attitude would shift.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Sept 3, 2013 22:23:33 GMT
"It can get better," she said a little louder. She noticed a few heads turn in her direction and she ducked her head. She ignored the pack of wolves that had just walked in. The last thing she wanted today was trouble.
"Vin, wouldn't you like us to have a better world?" she spoke in hushed whispers and leaned closer to the man. "A world where we have control once more. Where we don't have to worry about what we say or do? Who wouldn't want that?"
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Nerida grew bored. Humans that had lost their hope, their spark to live bored her. The Fairy Queen sighed and clicked her fingers. The quivering man in front of her, some ex-army man, had quickly grown boring and was no longer fun to play with. "I'm bored," she spoke.
The council hall shuddered into frantic whispers. One thing they all learnt was to keep Nerida entertained. Even if she was tinier then most of them, the power she held was enough to make even the toughest of trolls shake in fear.
"My Queen," a Nymph arose from one of the chairs and nodded her head.
"Speak."
The Nymph spoke again and lifted her head. "I have concerns. You might be aware that a pack of humans managed to break into the sacred temple of the old. Just recently we finished the list of items that are left and ones that are... missing."
Nerida narrowed her eyes. The enlarged image she had projected in front of her, to allow the people to see her emotions and how angry, happy or bored she was, narrowed its eyes with her. "What is missing?"
"Many items are just jewels and old coins worth little to the human inbreeds. But there is one item of concern. The book."
"You don't mean THAT book do you?"
Now the Nymph hesitated, her eyes ducking to the table in fear. She wanted to be the one that didn't deliver the bad news. "I am afraid my Queen that I do. We're working on following the smell of the human that took it."
"And?"
The Nymph faltered before she spoke. "We found the corpse of the human, but the book was not with it. We're still searching for it as we speak. We believe it is in the vicinity of a town they call Manchester."
"Then why are you here and not retrieving it?"
"We have sent people out in search of it. We hope that they bring it back."
"They better," Nerida spoke. "Or it won't just be their heads I have."
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Post by Tonks on Sept 5, 2013 19:48:22 GMT
Erick cleaned a glass absent-mindedly as he watched the wolves from the corner of his eye. One of them was staring at the young girl, the others were whispering.
Damn kids seeking safety after getting in trouble with monsters. He was starting to get sick of being dragged into other people's messes.
He noticed the pack all stand up and start to walk towards the girl. He felt for his shotgun.
"Fancied a drink after all, then?" he asked, "what'll it be?" The group stopped. The one at the front had long dark hair; greasy strands stuck to his face and covered his eyes almost completely. He turned to Erick. "We're not interested in drinking piss from your shitty little bar." He was spitting in his face, "We're here to have a chat with the young lady." He gestured to Anna.
"Fresh outta piss lads, but got plenty of silver." He pointed his gun at the cocky cunt at the front, "No 'chats' in my bar."
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Post by PenguinNinja on Sept 5, 2013 20:22:23 GMT
Anna snapped the book shoot as soon as she worked out the Wolves wanted her attention. She slid inside her jacket and placed one foot onto the floor. "Sorry about this Erick," she said, eyes glancing to the man behind the bar.
Then her eyes were on the pack. She could feel eyes from around the bar on her and gulped. All she had wanted was to lay low, not have every monster or creature know her face and who she was. Her hands fumbled inside her coat trying to find the pistol she kept there at all times. Her fingers curled around the cold metal and she waited for their reactions to the bar man.
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