[ - Black Halo Inn & Tavern - ]

Pick.

Poll Whore.	42.8%	[ 740 ]
I love the place.	12.4%	[ 215 ]
Heh.	6.1%	[ 106 ]
Shadow? 0_0!	22.9%	[ 396 ]
>_>	15.6%	[ 270 ]
Total Votes:			[ 1727 ]

[shadow_dreamer]

Lord Arrion

OOC:

-Always lurking.-

((*Punts, runs.* >D ))

[Lord Arrion]

shadow_dreamer

OOC:

You can run, but you cannot hide. >;D

[shadow_dreamer]

Lord Arrion

shadow_dreamer

OOC:

You can run, but you cannot hide. >;D

(( *Flails.* No Fair! You and your Mod powers!))

[Lord Arrion]

shadow_dreamer

OOC:

I don't know what you're talking about.

talk2hand

[shadow_dreamer]

Lord Arrion

((Yeah, yeah, of cooourse not! You would never!))

[None for me thanks]

(S'up bros? )

[EmpressSajiTheBladeDancer]

((Busty midgets in PVC gowns!))

[Lord Arrion]

OOC:

New OOC thread, please visit.

[Thornwick]

shadow_dreamer

Thorn didn’t know what to expect when she stepped inside, but it was exactly what the whispers said it to be: a tavern; lodging, she suspected, was situated somewhere on the floors above. It wasn’t unlike the restaurant she used to manage: ample seating on the floor and at the bar; a fully functioning kitchen to provide an array of meals for the establishment’s guests; and enough lighting to accentuate the relaxed atmosphere without being too dark. However, it was more than just a place to sit a spell for a hotplate and a beer. In the corner sat a piano sat with its lid drawn, waiting for a virtuoso to grace the ivory with phenomenal talent – or not (it could just want a novice to play “Chopsticks” if given the chance). In another part of the tavern was a section dedicated to a little, friendly competition (only if the players saw it as such) – complete with a dartboard, pool table, and ping-pong table. The most exotic part of the layout was perhaps the hookah room; tendrils of scented smoke crept through the open door, concealing the ornate smoking pipes with a gauzy veil. On a whole, the Black Halo didn’t advertise itself as anything other than what it was meant to be, but Thornwick sensed there was something more.

From the corner of her eye, Thornwick caught some movement, and her gaze settled on the hookah room’s entrance, where a demon had emerged. Her beauty was apparent in spite of her scars; in fact, her flaws only enhanced it. Thornwick felt a teeny pang of envy: while the demon was tall and thin with an athletic physique, she stood a few inches shorter with an inch or two - or three - around her chest, hips, and thighs. An old saying came to mind: Eye of the beholder...

She watched the demon make her way along the bar, neither of them saying a word. If they were the only two in the tavern, Thornwick wouldn’t know; the demon seemed to just appear with no forewarning, so who’s to say that there wasn’t someone else watching. Before the awkward silence could settle any further, she made her way toward the bar; she may as well order a drink, since this was the right place for it. With a thin smile, Thornwick inclined her head toward the demon and settled onto one of the stools.

[shadow_dreamer]

Thornwick

"I'm always curious to find out where people come from." She smirked slightly, clearly the woman would know she was talking to her.

Only the sound of the small dishwasher could be heard around them. The place had been quiet for months. This happened periodically, when its doors opened the Halo was bustling with people until it closed. When the owner had returned after a long journey, he saw the potential he once had in it. It granted him the inspiration to re-open its doors again and try to establish something solid. For a while it worked, new patrons arrived. Although with its new tenants, the Halo soon found its drama again. It echoed in the wood of the floors, the bar counter, spots of red could be seen. This place was well worn in its history. Most of the keys had been taken off their hooks by people that became ghosts. Doors with inscribed names of people that lived and worked here existed.

And yet, through all of that, the Halo was once again quiet.

When people trickled in, she never missed an opportunity to chat.

Dreamer tilted her head, taking in her features.

"Welcome to the Black Halo, anything I can get started for you?"

[None for me thanks]

Bishopp stepped out from the kitchen. There weren't many folks her nowadays. A shame, this place had been fun. Shadow was at the bar, and there was somebody it had never met approaching. The thing didn't say a word, briskly passing Shadow and moving to the bar area, before heading out the door. When the creature was outside it checked what appeared to be a phone, and then looked up at the sky, it's face curious.

There was a low metallic humming, and then a streak of red light as something crashed to the ground in the forest surrounding the Halo. Bishopp seemed pleased, and made it's way towards the point of the crash.

[Kiro_ShinigamiKiro_Shinigami]

DEADMAN BISHOPP

Bishopp stepped out from the kitchen. There weren't many folks her nowadays. A shame, this place had been fun. Shadow was at the bar, and there was somebody it had never met approaching. The thing didn't say a word, briskly passing Shadow and moving to the bar area, before heading out the door. When the creature was outside it checked what appeared to be a phone, and then looked up at the sky, it's face curious.

There was a low metallic humming, and then a streak of red light as something crashed to the ground in the forest surrounding the Halo. Bishopp seemed pleased, and made it's way towards the point of the crash.

At the bar Kiro was sat and looked at him with a stare that meant " You cook yes?" And then drooled a little as he heard his stomach growl audibly.

" Scuse me sir, You are the cook here yeah? Please if you have a whole pig for me on a roast or a few steaks with chips I'd be willing to spill dark secrets for food"

World leaders monarchy and even movie stars where not safe from this demon. he had over time taken a fair few to hell as they all overdosed in their rooms or on their tours. The dead could hold no more secrets, But the living? if the demon had to pull it his evil he would but he wanted to eat more than anything.

" if you could please smother it in sauces.............I crave to be greasy"

He slid what looked like some relic over the counter top as payment, The item was faint orange and hollow but looked like it would stick into a computer USB socket. This item was currency in his realm tho.

[BellaNephilim]

}{ * slinks about* }{

[Lord Arrion]

OOC:

Reminder: New OOC thread, please visit.

[Lord Arrion]

shadow_dreamer

OOC:

No worries, I feel like I lost momentum here with being sidetracked. Apologies if this post isn't so great.

IC:

The pitch-black darkness rushed form the porch, funneling to Shadow's position around the time Dark began to fire. Shadows pulled and danced about in violent motion, forming a smog roughly nine feet in height and fourteen feet in diameter from Shadow's once known position. However, before he was consumed in darkness, one of the rounds that Dark had fired hissed by, skimming the left of his lower jaw-line, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. The other round had luckily missed his body.

Next was the rushing creatures of darkness that Dreamer conjured up. He'd not stand idle by in the middle of his fog, but charge to the front with swift and silent movement. Veering right, would he stand towards the front right of the darkness and duck down. Smirking now, as he if had created some wicked plan, and wasn't merely fumbling movements in the wake of madness. Two, four-fingered hands with elbow-length arm would shoot out form the front of this darkness barrier. These limbs of darkness appeared sizable enough to scoop up average-sized humans with no effort - or in this case, the two shadow creatures heading in Shadow's direction.

Laughter rolled from no general direction inside the veil of darkness.