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- Posted: Fri, 11 Nov 2011 20:33:12 +0000
The doors opened, even as Kai felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle slightly. Maybe it was what could be seen of his person was clothed in the color of the night. That did make him rather a tad suspicious. He chuckled inwardly; they did have every right to be. The vials jingled softly against each other as he withdrew his hand from his pockets. Their contents mimicking the sound in their deadly song of tiny bubbles and liquid. He was a poisoner after all, not a warrior. If anything, he fled from direct battles if he could help it. Only cowards went head on to head without knowing the certainty of victory.
His queen had taught him to forever be cautious. After all, it was only he who could protect his Queen from the many greedy hands. His Queen was his. And he was his Queen's. It didn't matter the eyes of the outside could stare in. How he wished his mistress was with him, to accompany his ventures into a world that had only held dangers for his Queen. That's what made it fun wasn't it?
The woman, he had deduced from the steady grace she carried herself with, entered as the entrances made themselves available. He followed not too far behind, lest the door decide to catch his long coat in its cracks.
Greeted by a single man behind the counter of the bar, Kai dipped a low nod, feeling the veil attached to his wide-brimmed fedora slip further down his visage. The Velgreed took in the establishment for a moment, feeling an unspeakable, indescribable energy in its very walls. He shrugged it off and made his way to the bar, footsteps as unannounced as ever. Black gloved fingers made their way from the depths of the long coat to the brim of his hat. The bartender had offered drinks on the house, he may at least be polite. He slipped the hat off, letting the veil fall into the crown of the fedora, setting it on the counter beside him. Gold streaked black hair fell messily to his shoulders and he lightly brushed the stray locks from his face.
The same piercing gold eyes met those of the bartender slightly surprised at seeing a similar eye as his. He nodded again before addressing him in a quiet baritone.
"Whatever you may suggest then...Many thanks..."
The poisoner closed his eyes momentarily, feeling the weight of the atmosphere. His skin prickled slightly at the voice of his fellow patron, the woman. Kai wasn't sure he wanted to see the eyes of one with such a voice. The ebony slid one elbow onto the counter, the other hand unfastening the buttons of his long coat, revealing a crisp black shirt and a brilliant pink and gold lace-edged vest. A lace and burgundy velvet bustle at his lower waist fell loose from being crammed against his a**. He tilted his head some, resting his chin in the palm of his hand, eyes sliding over to the woman near. Slightly taken aback, the man rose from his slouched upright position. The scars...
The poisoner averted his eyes; it was rude to stare. He would have offered the being his concoctions to ease the pain, heal-- some of them were still pink, raw, looked fresh. One vial appeared between his fingers. The liquid within appeared like water, but he knew every single of his libations. It was placed upon the counter, in the breadth between them. He didn't want to offend. So it'd be left there. After all, the woman had the old reminders of the same torments repeated. Some took pride in their pain; one could never know.
"For relief." Kai simply said.
His queen had taught him to forever be cautious. After all, it was only he who could protect his Queen from the many greedy hands. His Queen was his. And he was his Queen's. It didn't matter the eyes of the outside could stare in. How he wished his mistress was with him, to accompany his ventures into a world that had only held dangers for his Queen. That's what made it fun wasn't it?
The woman, he had deduced from the steady grace she carried herself with, entered as the entrances made themselves available. He followed not too far behind, lest the door decide to catch his long coat in its cracks.
Greeted by a single man behind the counter of the bar, Kai dipped a low nod, feeling the veil attached to his wide-brimmed fedora slip further down his visage. The Velgreed took in the establishment for a moment, feeling an unspeakable, indescribable energy in its very walls. He shrugged it off and made his way to the bar, footsteps as unannounced as ever. Black gloved fingers made their way from the depths of the long coat to the brim of his hat. The bartender had offered drinks on the house, he may at least be polite. He slipped the hat off, letting the veil fall into the crown of the fedora, setting it on the counter beside him. Gold streaked black hair fell messily to his shoulders and he lightly brushed the stray locks from his face.
The same piercing gold eyes met those of the bartender slightly surprised at seeing a similar eye as his. He nodded again before addressing him in a quiet baritone.
"Whatever you may suggest then...Many thanks..."
The poisoner closed his eyes momentarily, feeling the weight of the atmosphere. His skin prickled slightly at the voice of his fellow patron, the woman. Kai wasn't sure he wanted to see the eyes of one with such a voice. The ebony slid one elbow onto the counter, the other hand unfastening the buttons of his long coat, revealing a crisp black shirt and a brilliant pink and gold lace-edged vest. A lace and burgundy velvet bustle at his lower waist fell loose from being crammed against his a**. He tilted his head some, resting his chin in the palm of his hand, eyes sliding over to the woman near. Slightly taken aback, the man rose from his slouched upright position. The scars...
The poisoner averted his eyes; it was rude to stare. He would have offered the being his concoctions to ease the pain, heal-- some of them were still pink, raw, looked fresh. One vial appeared between his fingers. The liquid within appeared like water, but he knew every single of his libations. It was placed upon the counter, in the breadth between them. He didn't want to offend. So it'd be left there. After all, the woman had the old reminders of the same torments repeated. Some took pride in their pain; one could never know.
"For relief." Kai simply said.