Dusk Nightclub (Reopened!)

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[Wizard Barith]

Oveon Wolfsttag
The Magus

Oveon watched as Mercy seemed to take some time to register his name in her memory. 'My I hope she doesn't try to do it with all of her guests.' He thought to himself, before smiling as she spoke asking just what he did. "Well Miss Pierce in truth I am a human all be it one with powers, but still human." He said softly as he thought about how best to answer her question of just what he did. "As for my work I make potions, and various other things that people are willing to pay for up to, and including false blood for vampires." He said it with a smile, and slight chuckle as he kept his gaze one her own eyes.

Oveon couldn't help, but think that the woman before him was quite beautiful though it reminded him of his own imperfections. "First lass feel free to simply call me Oveon no need to be formal in such atmosphere." He said softly leaning forward to light his cigar from her offered lighter, and took a deep pull exhaling the rich smoke in a cloud. "I think that you look quite stunning in that dress though I'm sure you'll here that plenty." He chuckled again as he glanced over to the barkeeper at her offered drink. "I suppose I could use some whisky straight please." he said softly

Super Mayjestic

[Cookie Faerie Princess]

Ӎercedes ⇢ 'Ϻercy' ⇠ Ҏierce
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx☀ ☂ ☁☀ ☂ ☁ xxxxx'The hyperactive owner'xxxxx☀ ☂ ☁☀ ☂ ☁

A soft smile formed on her lips as he told her that he was still human all but with one with powers but that he was still human. ”A human with the upper hand than most. I find that quite convenient.” She watched those that mingled about as they were in their own conversation with their friends and companions. Still listening to him fully she turned her attention back onto him as he told her that for his work he would make potions and various other things that people are willing to pay up to including false blood for vampires. ”Synthentic blood…hmmm I might just need your help on that one actually. I mean for a price of course. You see I don’t wish for my customers to become food so how about we talk business between you and I?” The wheels in her mind were turning the more she thought about the profit that this synthetic blood could bring to her nightclub. She didn’t need things to get messy especially with the younger vampires still learning on how to nurse on their food without draining too much. Mercy had done her homework and knew that there were certain issues that were bound to come up.

Looking at her drink on the counter in thought she broke out of it when he called her lass and couldn’t help but giggle as she couldn’t recall the last time she had been called such. He had told her to call him Oveon as there was no need to be so formal in such an atmosphere. She nodded her head and smiled as she moved a strand of her blonde hair over her shoulder. ”Lass…hmmm..don’t tell me you’re Scottish? I do have a soft spot for them you know. Then again if I get to call you Oveon then it is only natural that you can call me Mercedes or Mercy for short.” Once he had taken his puff of smoke would she put the lighter away back in her clutch. As she was closing it he told her that she looked quite stunning in the dress she looked up at him with a pink blush to her cheeks. She smiled happily and shook her head. She would have said something but her brother had taught her to take a compliment when given one. When he told her that he could use some whisky straight she nodded her head as she turned to Dominic who was already grinning at her as he pushed the drink towards her. ”Show off…” He winked at her as she grabbed the drink which only made her roll her eyes at him as she turned to Oveon handing him the drink. ”Why don’t you join me in the lounge so we can discuss more on this synthetic blood of yours? Unless you have other business to attend to?” She offered her arm to him wondering wether or not he would take it or tell her that he had actually some friends waiting for him.

✁----Currently talking to: Oveonxxxxxxxx✁-----Location: Barxxxxx ✁----Dress Up!

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Wizard Barith

[Rose Scented]

“False blood for vampires… My, my, if we don’t know just who might be interested in that, eh Dee?” The voice that spoke was charming, fluid, with an odd accent that ranged somewhere between Americanized French and true Russian, and though the two diversities really shouldn’t have worked, they just sort of did.

The voice belonged to Dimitri Firewall, a tall young man of about six feet and three inches, and though he was certainly not dressed for a night club ( Jeans, Black T-shirt, Leather Jacket ) he simply looked as though he fit in, perfectly at ease without a single care in the world. Though, honestly, why should he have a care? The night was young, and there was still a great deal of chaos and fun to be had before he was called back to his home near the sea by his over bearing father and over protective mother. The two beautiful, raven haired individuals meant as well as any parent did, but it did grow so tiresome to have to deal with their antics. Unfortunately for Tyrell and Katarina Firewall their twins had taken much more violent personalities than they could have ever hoped for them too, though they still loved them dearly.

Dimitri snorted softly and leaned sideways against the counter, quiet openly examining the hostess behind the counter with her bubblegum pink hair and short, form fitting dress and smirked his delighted approval at her attire. What do you think I’d have to do for a night with that one? He asked his sister who stood just in front of him, looking as delicious and tempting as the hostess did. Of course no one but the twins would hear the conversation being as it was entirely telepathic, a link that not even their parents knew of though they surely had their suspicions about it.

[Wizard Barith]

Oveon Wolfsttag
The Magus

Oveon smiled softly as he exhaled a cloud of smoke as Mercy spoke to him. He raised a brow as she spoke of doing buisness, and smiled. "Oh i think we could come up with something if you are thinking what I think you are." He said softly smiling as he saw her blush, and the whisky was slid over to him. He frowned for a moment, before he sippes the whisky.

Oveon moved to her other side to take her arm with his one arm. He held the drink in that hand, and the cigar in his mouth as they walked from the bar. "As for my leneage I have some acitt in me, but it could be only guessed." He said with a smile as they enteres the far more quite lounge, and the mage lead them to a empty table. "So just what is it you would like to discuss." He asked as he sat down settimg his xcugar to burn in an ash tray.

Super Mayjestic

[Cookie Faerie Princess]

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Dominic Ҥarold
"The Bartender"
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『A neutron walks into a bar and asks how much for a drink.』

Dominic was moving a few bottles around making the bar right in front of him into his own as he would be handling most of the customers from here. He knew his way around a good drink as he was good at multitasking. From various customers trying to get his attention on making their drinks he was quite good at picking up different conversations that they would like to try a certain drink and when it magically appears before them he would get a bigger tip out of it. Of course what couldn’t hurt were those charms of his especially on the single gender. It was all a game and this was his playground to play on he would just have to watch out for the bullies that mingled about. He had been keeping his eye on his boss and the alchemist as he didn’t like the feeling he was getting from him but of course she was a big girl and could take care of herself as he had come to learn from being around her.

His ears perked when he heard a charming fluid accent through the bar as his piercing blue eyes looked over to a tall young man. As for Dominic he wasn’t much taller as he only stood a good six foot two inches, he wore the simple black slacks and black shirt along with a belt. It was pretty basic especially when working at a bar, definitely couldn’t wear any white or else kiss the clothing goodbye. As he watched the siblings he couldn’t help but wriggle his nose a bit as the smell of vampires always sent a distasteful smell. Of course this was his job and that meant serving the customers to their happy satisfied selves. With a sigh and a brush of his fingers through his hair he looked at the pair and smiled as cheerfully as he could. ”What can I get you two for tonight?”

『The bartender replies "for you, no charge."』

Rose Scented

[Rose Scented]

Super Mayjestic


(( I'm actually waiting for the chick who plays Dimitri's twin. She should
be on here soon. Sorry about the wait! ))

[Cookie Faerie Princess]

Ӎercedes ⇢ 'Ϻercy' ⇠ Ҏierce
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx☀ ☂ ☁☀ ☂ ☁ xxxxx'The hyperactive owner'xxxxx☀ ☂ ☁☀ ☂ ☁

It would seem that not only was this place to mingle about and dance your worries away but it was definitely a good spot to make connections and expand on her network especially when it came to new items that could help her business and help those in return that are dealing in her business. When he moved to her other side to wrap his arm around hers she couldn’t help but smile softly as he had accepted to take her offer. Turning around she grabbed her drink including the small bag of wafer cookies as Dominic knew her too well especially if she was going to be walking about she would need the extra sugar for tonight.

As she took her things with her along with her new escort she couldn’t help but overhear something about what her and Oveon were just speaking about. As her sea green eyes looked about she noticed a handsome man not far from where they were as he seemed to be undressing her with his eyes. She grinned at him and gave him a wink as her and Oveon were leaving towards the lounge. Keeping her focus back on her new business partner she walked through the lounge as Oveon found a nice spot for them as she settled herself into the plush chair. He went straight to business as he asked her what she would like to discuss. ”I would like to discuss about this synthetic blood. How much can you produce and for what rate? As you can see I am running a business and I do have a partner who is selling me a bottle service with blood but…it is out of the country so it does come with a pretty penny. Name your terms Oveon.” She leaned back in her chair as she crossed her legs as she reached into the brown bag as she took out a small cookie. Munching on it she would watch him carefully wondering what moves she would have to make in order to make her new business partner happy.

✁----Currently talking to: Oveonxxxxxxxx✁-----Location: Loungexxxxx ✁----Dress Up!

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Wizard Barith

[Cookie Faerie Princess]

Rose Scented

((No worries dear ^^ we do have an OOC thread on the first page on updates.))

[Wizard Barith]

Oveon Wolfsttag
The Magus

Oveon gkanced over at the bar as a voice cut through the sound, and his eyes found a pair of twins there. He frowned dismissing the pair from his mind as they settles into the chairs. "I figured it was the blood you wanted talk about." He said softly as he took up his cigar taking a few puffs of it as he thought her words over. He took a sip of the whisky setting it aside the glass as he thought over how best to speak of the blood.

"The blood us a mix of alchemical science and a slight bit if magic." Oveon said softly as he tapped the table top with a slight frown. "It will deffinitly be cheeper then the blood you have to have delivered." He saud simply with a slught shrug of his shoulders. "I usually charge about one hundread per box which is a fair amount."

Super Mayjestic

[Cookie Faerie Princess]

Ӎercedes ⇢ 'Ϻercy' ⇠ Ҏierce
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx☀ ☂ ☁☀ ☂ ☁ xxxxx'The hyperactive owner'xxxxx☀ ☂ ☁☀ ☂ ☁

Of course it was the blood that she wanted to speak to him about though she wondered what else was there to be put on the table. She munched on her cookie in happiness as she didn’t find it odd on doing so in public as there were times you would just see her snacking on sweets during the daytime. Closing her eyes for a moment she would take in the scent of his cigar as she always had a love for the scent but wasn’t much a smoker herself as she didn’t like the smell clinging to her clothes. Watching him take the sip from his whiskey she smiled softly as he didn’t seem to dislike the taste of the whisky they gave. She listened to him as he told her that the blood was mixed with alchemical science and a bit of magic. Nodding her head she listened to him as he continued to explain how it would definitely be cheaper than what she has and how he charged one hundred per box. Making the math in her head she counted on her finger as she munched on another cookie. Putting half of the cookie on the table she grinned at him as she placed a delicate hand towards him. ”Oveon, my dear partner. If you can get me a hundred cases per week then you have yourself a deal, unless of course there is something else you would like to put something else on the table.” Still holding out her hand she watched him carefully as if trying to memorize every single detail about her new ally.

✁----Currently talking to: Oveonxxxxxxxx✁-----Location: Loungexxxxx ✁----Dress Up!

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Wizard Barith

[Spooky Mittens]

Along the street, Gustave wandered, metal heels clicking in the most irritating of manners as he made his progress. The stone streets of Durem had become fairly accommodating to Gustave lately, having all of the dark pleasures and good food that he liked to indulge in. Not to mention the wealth of people and how loose they were with their belongings. Being the greedy dragon sort, Gustave rather liked to pilfer objects of unique value. His mark today? The original sheet music for a particular violin piece that was now neatly packed away in a safe-box in Gustave's roost. All that was left to do for today was relax and have a little bit of fun.

That's when a nightclub would catch Gustave's eye. Now, he wasn't usually the night-club sort by any stretch of the word. Too noisy for his introverted personality. However, today Gustave was out to get some, and night clubs were hot sports for young and horny people. Well, in this particular case Gustave was after men. Sadly, Gustave's narcissism kept him from bedding just any guy that offered, goodness no. They had to meet certain standards of appearance. Young, pretty but not too feminine, and well toned was a good start but looks alone also didn't do it for Gustave. He needed to feel like he was on the prowl for intelligent quarry. As he imagined his "perfect date", his cheeks would flush a little, a cocky smirk playing at his lips.

Gustave was a young-looking sort due to his age being halted in his twenties. His hair was short and brown, different from it's usual long and black. Two pale red eyes set within his head, lacking any discernible pupils though clearly capable of seeing by the way they moved and fixated on specific objects. His shoulders were adorned with feathery plumage sticking out from the space left by his shirt and sleeves. A long black cloth hung between his legs, set below several belts that held a longsword onto his waist. His pants were rather baggy, tied tight around his ankles and secured by an armored anklet just above his metal-plated shoes. Hanging around his neck were two chains adorned with curious little charms of white gold. In he'd stroll, his confidence in public interactions having been bolstered by the practice he'd had earlier. He didn't even think about immediately beheading anyone, which was certainly progress in the right direction.

He took his time to acquaint himself with the club at first. The music was pretty. . . Irritating to say the least but Gustave could just as easily ignore it to wait for the next set. To keep his mind off it, perhaps he should go have a drink? After a moment of just meandering about he would make his way over towards the bar. He'd stand up next to it in an area that was unoccupied by anyone and tap the fingers of his left hand against the counter. His right hand would curl up behind him, resting on the back of his right hip, just above the quillions of his weapon. He didn't bother with a call-out and simply scanned the bar just in case there were any interesting people for him to watch.

[Wizard Barith]

Oveon Wolfsttag
The Magus

Oveon raised a brow at her offer as he flicked a bit of ash from his cigar with a slight smile. He had indeed found a good deal it was larger then most of his orders in a week, and all he could see was good things for his business if the club survived. 'I should be able to make another hundred boxes on top of my current orders I think.' He thought to himself as he took her hand in his shaking it to seal the deal. "I can easily fill you order here is to a good partnership hmm." he said softly as he he freed his hand so he could raise the glass of whisky in a toast, and took another drink.

Oveon smiled glancing at the glass the whisky was smooth, and well aged not like the stock in most nightclubs. "I have too say you have a pretty good stock in your club I think it rivals some taverns I have been to." He said simply setting it down, and taking up his cigar again puffing gently on it a few more ties. "As for additional offers I may have some other things my store makes, but I need to know more into what your still looking into for your club."

Super Mayjestic

[Cookie Faerie Princess]

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Dominic Ҥarold
"The Bartender"
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『A neutron walks into a bar and asks how much for a drink.』

Dominic was waiting for the reply of either one of them but when it seemed he was quickly dismissed he simply shrugged his shoulders as he continued to make his rounds around the bar taking people’s orders and their money of course. Dominic loved his scene but what he loved the most was the money. He would be up on a stripper pole if it paid him well but of course he was more modest than that when it came to showing off his assets. Taking some of the empty cups from the counter he would place them in the sink behind him as he would multitask in between washing them and drying them as he listened to each customer if they wished for someone to listen to them. Of course Dominic wasn’t one to socialize but strike up the right conversation with him and there was no stopping him.

His piercing blue eyes would look about the bar as most were occupied by their companions or others that were mingling about. He pushed his spectacles up the bridge of his nose as the glasses tended to be of a nuisance time to time but it was more of a problem for him to wear contacts especially in his condition being the simple guy that he was he had decided to stay with the glasses as it brought more of a personality to his image or so people told him. One person stood out to him than the rest he was young-looking around his twenties, short brown hair though his two pale red eyes were definitely what stood out to Dominic, not to mention his attire and the longsword that he carried along with his belts around his waist. The two charms that he carried around his neck were definitely a pretty trinket especially with thieves but luckily for Gustave he wasn’t after such trinkets.

Making his way over to the man he would stop before him and offer a charming smile to him. ”Well hello there handsome, what can I get you tonight?” Dominic was anything but blunt when it came to his words. He meant what he said at times and yet there were moments when he just felt playful. Trying to grasp onto what the place would offer him it was far too early to tell anything, but this man before him definitely had a lot to tell him if he was feeling quite chatty tonight. Surely this nightclub was bringing in quite the crowd as it was mixed with more than just your usual kids wanting to get drunk and find someone to go home with.

『The bartender replies "for you, no charge."』

Spooky Mittens

[Iris Lunaria]

A playful roll of her teal eyes commenced as she responded to Dimitri's lame comment about False blood for vampires. The very concept was gross and every REAL vampire, or those with just the slightest of vampiric nature, knew the good stuff came straight from the vein. It was warmer, had more life, held the alluring sound of another beating heart behind it. This fake stuff? It was just an empty filler and, much like a sugar-free cupcake, it was just ******** pointless.

"God I hate the'true' blood knock offs." She retorted with the same brilliantly mixed accent that was attuned with her brother while placing the emphasis on fun. Even in the most sarcastic use, their accent was positively captivating. This voice belonged to Dasea Firewall, the female twin who's only true defect was her height. Unlike her brother, her mother's genetic makeup had effected her height and brought her down to six feet even. Tall for a woman, for sure, but that never stopped her from wearing heels just to match her brother's height. She preferred heels on, and not just for the hot points, but because they leveled her teal eyes directly into her brother's and there was some sort of self gratification in seeing her own eyes staring back at her. She loved it. The thought of staring directly into her own eyes, seeing her perfect features along his face. With a few exceptions, including sex, and with how vain she truly was, she loved that they were identical twins.

A left hand rose, brushing through her perfect and long raven strands while she glanced around. Teal eyes roamed but not before falling back to her brother. His usual 'relaxed' forte brought her to jump up on the same counter he was leaning against. Her lithe frame sported the latest in fashions. A red and sleeveless crop top, with a conveniently placed zipper straight up the front, a pair of tight leather pants, and matching black heels. Around her wrist was the latest gift from her father's bank account; a coach bracelet and matching gold triangle studs along her ears. Who was she kidding, daddy loved his little girl and gave her free run of his credit cards.

'You know I'm a sucker for pink things, T.' She returned a message back towards him, still keeping their link secret and silent, through their hidden use of telepathy. 'How about we make this interesting? We can both hit on her and see who she picks?' A smirk, comparable to her mother's, perks across her lovely and red painted lips as she moved her attention back towards her brother. She normally did well to hide all emotional responses from others, least they figure out exactly what the twins were up to, but here, and now, she didn't care. They were out on the town, and mommy and daddy dearest were not, yet, the wiser.

[Cookie Faerie Princess]

Ӎercedes ⇢ 'Ϻercy' ⇠ Ҏierce
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Mercy smiled happily as she was glad that she had found a simpler partnership than she was with Asher. A slight blush came to her cheeks as she thought about him and shook the thought away as he knew his way around women and men. All he had to do was give her a look as she would turn to a cherry red tomato shade. It seemed for being human she had always amused him to a point but it was all business and now she bit down on her lower lip as she thought about how he was going to take the news. Taking half of the cookie into her mouth she would munch on it as the wheels in her mind kept on turning. Placing her clutch on the top of her lap she opened it and pulled out a business card with her information in it. She handed it to him and beamed happily at him. ”I’m sure there are plenty of things you can help me with Oveon. Especially when it comes to more of my more exotic customers. I’m sure you have some potions in your care that could do some wonderful things especially with us humans. Though….I might just have to be your guinea pig for that one before we put it out on the market.” She meant what she said as she wanted this place to be unique and cater to not only humans but also to those that have a much unique palette. She knew how hard it was to get a Werewolf drunk but that was the vast of her experiments. Now that she had a room full it was possible to see the effects.

As he took a toast of his whiskey she took a toast of her own watered down coke. There was no sense in getting drunk tonight as she was the owner and needed to show that she had things under control especially with herself, she was a light weight when it came to drinking and was always poked at by her friends for being so. Watching him glance at his whiskey in his class he told her that he would have to say that she had a pretty good stock in her club as he believed in rivaled some of those of her neighbors. A beaming smile was placed on her face as she was quite proud of this fact as she was trying to bring something different to the community rather than the same tavern and inn. A place where people could let loose and let their problems be drunk down at the bottom of a bottle. ”Thank you, I would really like to say that we have the highest quality of what we offer here. I wanted to bring something different to the community rather than the same old tavern and inn. Of course I don’t expect everyone to be thrilled at the idea of a nightclub just suddenly popping up. Oveon, do you dance?” She grinned over at him as she wondered if he did or didn’t for the DJ was playing a song with the right beat that she just couldn’t say no to.

✁----Currently talking to: Oveonxxxxxxxx✁-----Location: Loungexxxxx ✁----Dress Up!

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Wizard Barith