Walking slowly out of the darkness like a spectre from some cheesy horror movie, the Count was decked out in his purest white tux, every inch of it sparkling with the silver inlaid. As he got closer and closer to the Bloodbath, he looked up at the building a sly grin on his face. Swaying slightly back and forth, he stared at the building the entire way through the eyes of his silver mask. For this grand opening, Zan had removed every weapon on himself and left all the magic at home. For if a battle began, he knew that he could call apon what he needed.. but he just hoped that something wouldn't ruin the grandopening in such a way.
Stopping at the doorway, he reached down with his bare right hand and took the handle in his grip. Turning it , he slowly began to open the door. Walking into it, he smiled and looked around at the radiant beauty of the place. Closing the door behind him, he headed for the bar to begin his very first shift as the cook in the new establishment. With the black steel toed boots tapping against the oak flooring, he listened to the quietness and just enjoyed everything. Heading down the second set of astairs, he turned once he reached the bottom of them and headed for the kitchen moving around the tables like it was nothing to him.
Pulling a small black CD player from under his cloak, he set it down on the kitchen counter and began to move the spices around on the spice rack to how he wanted them, as well as checking the lauder and freezer to be sure that everything was as it should be...which meant fully stocked. Moving back out to the main area of the kitchen, a small smile crossed his face as he waited patiently, leaning against the doorjam. Pulling a small black steel coin from the pocket of his tux, he began to let it roll first one way then the other across the knuckles of his right hand.
Watching the quietness of the entire building, he just smiled beneight the back mist which hid his face, the purple mist excaping from the ports on each side of his mask. Feeling his pearly white hair begin to stir, he reached up with his left hand and patted it down, stifling the souls that resided in such. He knew they missed their companions that were placed in the armor.. but Zan had left them away for a good reason. There were a few souls in that armor which would do better to be hidden for a bit while longer.
((*does his little party dance* First non bar-related post goes to the Zantara!!!))