ȡrȧӃoʂ Ϯaѵərɲ [Walk in] Open[Update added]

[Music Tenshi1]

✗Scarlet✗

'Sorceress'

Aria was not one to pry on others conversations and so while waiting in the queue focused on her own plans, she would need to buy supplies while she was here, and probably see if there were any odd jobs in town for her to do, so she could get some more money, she had enough to stay for at least two weeks, as well as buy necessities but she made it a point to at least have enough for food while she was on the go.

Having taken notice of the two in front of her heading off toward the bar, Aria now in the front of the queue stepped foward, toward the two men that were there "Umm hello I was wondering if you had any rooms available?" she asked politely.

[[OOC: sorry for the short post, I think I quoted the right people XD]]

Flightless_BlackSwan

cappynom

[cappynom]

xx

Claudia chuckled lightly as Linet bit Draven. She just shrugged her shoulders. She couldn't help laughing at Draven when he questioned her. “Why must you deny your feelings for me? Questions we may never get answers to, I'm afraid.” She teased as he sat Linet down. Claudia snorted when Linet smacked Draven with her tail before walking to her pillows. The more Claudia saw of this baby dragon, the more she liked her. Chuckling softly, she motioned for Draven to follow her. “Come, my love. You owe me a drink for saving your tavern.” She said before heading towards the door.

Tamrian was not pleased when Symond literally moved him aside. Tamrian glared at him for a long moment before rolling his eyes. He was about to leave when Symond directed his attention to Tamrian. He couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head. “It seems like your brother actually likes me.” Thinking for a moment, Tamrian shook his head. “I have not. I am sure he has returned though. Especially since I heard a door downstairs open.” Tamrian said with a smirk. Having such amazing hearing was something that Tamrian both loved and hated. He could hear anything and everything. Tamrian then nodded towards the man that was standing before them. “If you're looking for a drink, sir, I will happily serve you.” Tamrian said with a bow before he turned his back to them and headed towards the bar once again.

Tamrian returned to the bar, seeing the Analia was still there. “I am honored that you have stayed, my lady.” He told her with a smile, rounding the counter. He leaned heavily against the bar, smiling at her. “So, you enjoyed my drink, yes?” He questioned before glancing towards the man from earlier and a woman he hadn't noticed due to Symond distracting him. They seemed to be making their way over to the bar as well. His eyes scanned once again and noticed that there was a winged woman and a man at the front. Tamrian stared at them and soon realized that the winged woman was the one with the beautiful white wings. But why were her wings violet now? Tamrin felt as if he were staring so he shook his head before something hit him. That man was one that had stepped through the portal during the annoyance the man from earlier had caused. Tamrian growled lowly. That man technically hadn't done anything, but he was sure that he was bound to cause trouble as well. Shaking his head, Tamrian returned his attention to Analia. He smiled at her before glancing towards the woman with the green eyes. He glanced down to notice her glass was empty again. “My pardon, shall I get you another drink, my lady?” He questioned, stepping to stand in front of her. He usually wasn't one to not realize someone had an empty glass. There was just something about Analia that really distracted him. He never really did this, but he was starting to feel a bit foolish because of it.



LadyNenaRose




Pea_Shi

[satira]

Kalira stood at the front desk as Azazel walked in with her and left almost as soon as he was there. She gave his back a scowl. She shook her head in annoyance and looked at Symond. "Never mind." She replied before going and sitting at the bar. At least he had served some purpose. He had refilled her amulet and she didn't have to bother Claudia about it.
She leaned heavily on the bar, feeling a bit sulky at the moment. Things were about to get interesting, but her guide up and left her for some reason she didn't understand. "Suppose this is why mother told me never to trust demons." She muttered to herself.

[Requiem for Cubia]

"Fidchell" - Nicholai

Demon Lord - "The Prophet"

Nicholai yawned deeply and wandered about. This inn he'd happened across was convenient; the outdoors were becoming an irritation. The child form demon lord decided it was more than past time to find a dwelling indoors for the time being, and so wandered into this inn. Seeing as he wished to check in, he didn't have much choice but wait - slightly impatiently as time passed - for the receptionist to actually notice his (and others') presence.

(OOC couldn't think of much to put here to start)

[TheBloody_Swan]

xX Draven ~ Linet ~ Symond xX

Drákos Tavern

Draven gave Claudia a look as he followed after her. “Well if you are going to be that way, you owe me a drink for saving your life.” He allowed a small smile to appear before he walked after her. He glanced back and made sure that he shut the door and when he saw it was closed he continued after her. Hopefully his little brother was back and no one had destroyed his tavern again. He didn’t need any more trouble than he has already had. “So what are we going to do now? I am sure that the Tavern is getting lively once more and the use of magic such as yours will not go unnoticed.” He wondered how that was going to work especially when it came to turning little Linet back into a human.

Symond nodded his head listening to what he had said before he looked up to see the angel from earlier with some guy. He quickly vanished leaving the woman there alone. And as soon as she was back at the bar he noticed that there were a few other new people entering the Inn. “Hm everyone seems to be going to the bar…it is that time of day.” Before he even decided that he was going to start doing anything he finally took notice of the other girl that spoke to him. He could be pretty dense sometimes and fail to notice people. But when he noticed them he smiled widely and leaned against the counter. “Yes we do, I don’t know which key that elf gave one of the other guests so I will give you this one.” He picked a key and looked at it. “You can have room number seven.” Holding out the key waiting for her to take it. “And don’t worry about paying just yet. If you want you can pay in the morning but make sure you do.” Or she would probably have to deal with Draven but he never said that out loud.

While he waited for the girl in front of him to respond he noticed that there was a boy behind her standing there as if he was taking forever to do something. He was in fact but that was because he wanted too. Leaning to the side so that he could look at him he stared at him for a second. There was something about him that sort of threw him off a bit. He felt like a demon but he wasn't sure. Maybe it was the child appearance he was going with or it was because Symond was off his game when it came to figuring demons out but he was pretty sure once he actually started talking to him that he would figure out what sort of being he was.

"Can I help you as well?" He finally asked a second later once he came out of his thoughts.

[Requiem for Cubia]

"Fidchell" - Nicholai

Demon Lord - "The Prophet"

With a quick glance and a swift nod, Nicholai, who had been leaning against the nearest structure, pushed off from it bodily and proceeded to speak. "I would like to acquire a room. Sleeping outdoors has grown wearying; a bed would be a nice change of pace." He also thought about perhaps getting a drink in the bar, though he might have to revert to his adult form; the child form was good for getting around town, since nobody tended to ask about random new children in town - not that the demon cared. It was just less trouble to stay under the radar when it took so little effort. "So, you're standing at the receptionist's desk - you would know about that kind of thing, right then?"

Flightless_BlackSwan

[Rekha_Emerald]

Rekha Emerald
Succubus

~*~ "Me gustabunt tua imis desideria..." ~*~
"...Tunc magno animo nummuml..."

A dark, slithering vapour slipped through the tavern`s door. It gathered quickly, raising and swirling as it did so. Carving and shaping itself, the blackened air created a translucent form of a woman`s silhouette.

Dripping, the smoke-like substance began to trickle down the feminine figure, revealing a stunning young woman from within. Her skin was flawless, and her attire provocative. She glided the tips of her fingers up her sides, along her neck, against her cheeks and into her hair as she twisted and positioned herself in a sexually enticing manner. Sighing, she closed her eyes and rustled her deep, dark, silky locks.

As soon as her lids reopened, her soul piercing gazes swept the room, taking in all those present; particularly the men. Licking her lips at the variety, she swayed gracefully, and confidently across the foyer. She was very much interested in staying a while.

[Misanthrogoria]

♤ ♤ ♤The Tea Is Hot ♤ ♤ ♤ It Was Made By Those Who Are Dead ♤ ♤ ♤

♡ ♡ ♡ Sombrielle ♡ ♡ ♡

Location: Erion Proper - The Market
Condition: Engaging in Retail Therapy
Company: the common rabble

After the fight at the inn concluded, Lynn decided it was best to leave the area, and put the summoned undead back to rest. Now wandering the market, Lynn was pleased to discover that her change in wardrobe was an effective one. No more were people avoiding her by a wide circle, or averting their eyes in fear. Lynn wandered between the various merchants, a small bag of goods dangling from her arm; strange ingredients involved in the creation of a ring of protection. The ring, as Monty had described it, would keep healing energies from harming her, and would disable spells designed to locate the undead and the unnatural. She would need to find the right spot for the ritual, however. By the full moon's light, upon the earth of a hundred year grave, the ingredients would be mixed in the skull of a holy man. Poured over the hand of the intended wearer, the mixture would spawn the ring from magic. Now all Lynn had to do was ... well, find the skull of a willing holy man ... and a graveyard to cast in. How hard could THAT be?

♤ ♤ ♤ And The Dead Steep It ♤ ♤ ♤

[LadyNenaRose]

Analia

That devine scent hit her nostrils once more and she tilted her head ever so slightly to look up at Tamrian. Swiveling on her stool to face the bar she looked down at her half empty glass, "Bonjour a` noveau Tamrian, Well I enjoyed your drink so much that I had to stay for another" she replied, Droplets of teasing notes sliding over the surface of each word. She wasn't sure wether it was his refreshing company or the drink she stayed for. Analia didnt often socialise in public places, However noone knew her here and so she seeked to enjoy every last minute. Analia noticed his gaze and decided not to follow it, The bar was becomming a little too crowded for her liking with two new occupants and she guessed he was looking at another group of guests.

Analia studied the fine lines of his face. Something was bothering him, His jaw had tightened slightly and there was a hardness that had reached his eyes. Her eyebrows raised when a growl vibrated from within him, A sound that made her feel wary of the approaching guests. Still, She did not turn to look. Instead she sent out her little feelers, Her crystal blue eyes slowly darkening to a milky grey as she focused. She concentrated on the two approaching energies. Dark and definitely demon. She sucked in a deep breath and exhaled, Her feelers slipping into protection as her eyes returned to their normal ghostly glow.

Analia brings the glass to her lips once more and takes a large sip as Tamrian tends to his customers. This drink really was yummy and she could feel the warming effects of the alcahol flushing her cheeks. Sometimes she really hated her porcelain skin, Times like these mostly. How was one supposed to fake composure with rosey cheeks?, She had no idea but she would try nevertheless.

Despite the drink and the company she was starting to feel a little on edge. The room becomming packed like a tin of sardines and she felt the urge to throw her hands outwards to ward off the abundance of creatures that swam their way into her bubble. She tried convincing herself she was fine and that there weren't as many people as she suspected however her coaxing didn't work. Analia had lived a life of almost complete solitude. Where she was from noone bothered her. She wasnt used to the shifting and changing waves of energies.

She gulped down the rest of her drink and turned her attention upon Tamrian. Perhaps he would be a good distraction. If he were to look her way then she would offer a smile and slide her glass towards him. "Please tell me Tamrian, Where did you learn the art of drink making? " she had guessed he was naturally good at it and had just picked it up. The question though, had been on her mind since her first sip.

Location. Bar.
Company. Tamrian and a flock of people.
Mood. A little uneasy and looking for a distraction.
Attire. Black laced dress.

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cappynom

[LadyNenaRose]

Keano

Keano agreed with a nodding of his head, Long dreads bouncing against his shoulders with the simple action. She was right. Most of the time people spoke in riddles. Bending and moulding the truth to tell a brilliant story. Ofcoarse he had believed everything his mother told him though. He was only little when she spoke of the ankou and other tales. As any young child he looked up to her as if she were a God. She taught him everything and loved him unconditionally, That was until the curse happened. Now he has no connection with her whatsoever. He had come to the conclusion she didn't like scales.

Keano wasnt surprised when she didn't react to the strong smell of blood or the broken chairs laying about the room. He guessed that she had seen her fair share of death. He was a little disappointed that her sentence trailed off and didn't come back. "The pleasure is all mine Lycoris" He liked her name and felt a hint of sadness that it was rarely used. She seemed to be a very warm person for her line of 'work'. He wanted to ask her why she were different from the rest and why she had lived longer but he held his tounge. He didn't want to scare her away completely and he would hopefully have plenty of time to ask her if he aquired a job here. "What brings you to these parts of France?" he asked casually with a soft smile.


Location. Bar.
Company. Lycoris and others.
Mood. Calm. Curious. Happy.
Attire. Black pants and boots. Dark green shirt.
Ooc.

[satira]

Kalira watched everyone interact around her. The bar had suddenly swelled since the last time she was there, and she felt lost. Tamrain seemed to be flirting with a new girl at the bar, and she seemed to return his interest. There was the girl from before, lynn she believed was the name, but she seemed in conversation with another. She gave a bit of a dismal sigh. She was different than when she first came in and now she had to find her place all over again. Especially since the one who was to be her guide bailed on her.

[Music Tenshi1]

✗Scarlet✗

'Sorceress'

Scarlet, was left at bit confused for a moment when both men at the counter seemed to disappear, she couldn't help but think that it meant there were no rooms, but then again was that not something they could have simply said, but as soon as she let out a sigh one of them had returned and she had managed to notice that the other one was dealing with the fairly large amount of people who were now at the bar.
Turning her attention back to the desk she looked at the man as he spoke and smiled "ah thank you, um but are you sure it's ok to not pay until then?" she asked as she took the key from him, any other inn she'd stayed in had insisted on pay straight away, which is why a great deal of the time she would find an isolated area nearby and sleep outside.

Having being caught up in her own business, Scarlet had failed to notice the other guest behind her, "oh sorry, you want to be served as well" she said with a small bow before making her way to the stairs "I'll make sure to bring the money down first thing" she said, before making her way up the staircase to find her own room.

It didn't take Scarlet long to find her room and soon she was in and able to take a moment to collect herself, she placed her satchel neatly on the counter beside the bed and opened her other bag to get a spare change of clothes, changing out of her current attire, she changed into a black long sleeved top with baggy sleeves and a simple wine colored skirt, that fell half way down her shins, it wasn't the most glamorous thing in the world but she didn't have much of an option when she was constantly on the move.
Slipping on her black pumps, Scarlet then headed back out her room with a small pouch containing some of her money and headed back downstairs, looking around for an area to get some food.

Flightless_BlackSwan

Requiem for Cubia

[Requiem for Cubia]

Lycoris the Ankou

Lycoris tapped on the bar, hoping to signal someone to approach. She didn't frequent bars, but she knew how they worked in some places. She then turned to look at Keano and replied. "Not really here on purpose; found myself wandering this way, didn't even realize I was in France until I talked to the people - the ones that weren't put off by the coffin, anyway. I'm really just passing through, as always."
(OOC sorry again for the shortness of this one - some stuff is happening IRL, making my brain a little muddled)

LadyNenaRose

[Artistry Platypus]

Adrienne

The sea captain known as Silver Tongue

Adrienne approached the tavern cheerfully, a light bounce in her step as her boots collided with cobblestones. Her second favorite thing on this earth was sitting in a good tavern with a good mug of ale within reach. Her first favorite thing was the feel of her ship beneath her feet as it rocked gently over the waves, but seeing as The Sapphire Lady was in the harbor undergoing repairs after her most recent sea battle, she was willing to make time to visit the local taverns.

She'd sent her crew off on shore leave to do as they pleased while she took care of distributing the goods they'd... appropriated for themselves. There was a hefty profit to be made, and once she had finished, she had enough gold to clothe and feed her sailors with only the finest goods the world had to offer. That is, if the lowdown dogs worked hard enough for it. She was still whipping her newest first officer into shape - his work ethic left a lot to be desired and she did not tolerate laziness on the decks of her ship.

Adrienne shrugged that thought away and made sure her flintlock was sufficiently holstered in a display of peaceful intent before entering the bar. The last bar fight she'd been in - though she'd emerged unscathed, had resulted in many a young, cocky sailor being felled by her and her crew, and had made her quite unwelcome in that particular town.

She approached the nearest convenient seat at the bar, sliding onto the stool gracefully and tossing her long, navy ponytail over her shoulder as she rapped the wood sharply with her knuckles. "What's it gonna take to get a drink around here?" she said, her husky voice laced with a slightly pointed need for some alcohol in her system.

[LadyNenaRose]

Keano

Keano watched as she tapped at the wood of the bar. The sound lost amongst the forever rising noise of chit chat. He didn't mind waiting for a drink, The bar tender had his hands full and they were about to get lots Fuller with everyone demanding to have their thirst quenched. He would order something strong when the time came so he could reach his desired goal faster. "Ah well what a nice part of France you have wandered to" he replied with a smile. She wasn't the most talkative but nevertheless he enjoyed her company and was pleased she had agreed to join him for a drink. "where are you from my lady?" he asked in hopes to get her talking.

Keano turned his attention to a woman beside him also seeking a drink. "You may be waiting a while mam"he said with an easy grin. She looked like a pirate and he was instantly curious. He had worked on a ship a long time ago and he would always call the sea his home. However since his change, The ocean really wasn't an ideal place for him. He turned back to Lycoris, Vibrant green eyes resting on her face as he awaited a reply.

Location.bar.
Company.lycoris and others.
Mood. Happy.
Attire. Black pants and boots and a dark green shirt.
Ooc. Gah it's Okay but I didn't really know how to reply lol hope this is alright.

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Requiem for Cubia. Artistry Platypus.