Count K. Zantara XIII
The Man with a Past
Location: Driving a demon-possessed hearse through the Ladies Ward Plaza
Raising a single eyebrow over his shades as he watched Lucid go through his usual pausing that was probably linked to his schizophrenia, the Count turned his attention to Heita talking out his a**.
”Dude...no. Just think on that a bit. If I'm a God-send then your worshipping the totally wrong patheon.
Shaking his head at the man who was speaking nonsense, Zantara raised his left hand out the window in the universal salute towards Wyvern and began to drive off.
”I'll be seeing you around bitches. Heita...I'm taking sweetcakes here to the Dark Swan across the Ward. Meet up there when your done playing with the boys...I'm gonna go find some lapdances.”
And that's exactly what he had in mind. Locking the doors behind Jay as Heita slammed the door closed, the demonic engine roared out with a scream not unlike a few dozen souls being ripped to shreads, blood red exaust pouring out of the lakepipes. With the probable outcome of Jay being tossed back in the seat, Zantara turned on the radio to a appropriate channel 66.6 DVL and Don't Fear the Reaper began to scream from the speakers a quarter of the way through the song.
”Welcome to Zantara Taxis. Don't mind the bloodstains and try not to drain the scotch in the wetbar. Just scored this trick off some idiot drows who can't play Live Chess worth a damn and I'm not losing her any time soon....heyyyyy....your that chick who owned the warehouse right? Did anyone ever figure out where that scorpion-spider-mechanical thingy come from? Thanks for the use of the rocket launchers though...had a s**t ton of fun with those over the past few days. You still in that biss? I'm in the market for a lightsaber if you know where to get one.”
Laughing as he ran over a few bodies, the tires soaking up the blood and bile to fuel the over-powered engine, Zantara lit himself up a cigarette and cruised down the bolivard nodding to a few ladies who passed who took notice of the classic car and the ever so sweet driver behind the wheel.
”So your hooked up with short and gloomy huh? Rough breaks there...”
Running completely roughshod over any words that Jay S. Bourne might say, Zantara pulled up to the front of the Dark Swan Inn and finally unlocked the doors Climbing out still wearing his violently purple platemail armor, the white haired Count brushed his hair back over his shoulders and headed for the doors. Pushing them open with spiked gauntlet-covered hands, he called out in a loud voice.
Barkeep! Two Redheads, preferably cat females and a bottle of your best tequila!!! I'm seein' ghosts and I'll be damned if they stay around for too long!!!”
Finally looking over his shoulder at Jay, Zantara flashed her his number 2 smile and asked the most important question of an age ignoring the sound of the possibly enraged female demon dragon wolf creature which was following them here the entire way. It really wasn't Zantara's place to get into that sort of situation. To put it bluntly, he wasn't paid enough. All that he hoped for was that his ride was going to come through all of this in one piece.
”You want anything? I'm sure we can get you a doppelganger who'll put on Heita's face for an hour so you can beat the living s**t out of it then screw it into oblivion. You know...if that's your thing.”
((Sorry about the delay....tablet rain out of juice while in the hospital and it's taken me this long to get out))