OOC: Character placing: Selik, Carnival, Kai, Kaya (?) -_-; Timing?
Kaya smiled, watching the bartender, and whom was the owner as he had glimpsed from Kai’s consciousness, peel off another of himself to attend to both demands. Faintly he wondered if the man too was made, for one could perfectly embed one within another, with the right tools and skilled enough hands. The poisoner slid off his stool, offering it to his queen who alighted himself upon it like a graceful bird. The Velgreed stood aside, between Carnival and his Queen, somewhat at ease, one elbow against the counter as he continued to sip the exquisite drink made with many things from their home. The queen, lifted back the mauve hood of the cloak he wore, letting generous auburn curls fall past his shoulders and down to the middle of his back. Eyes opened to reveal the color of blood wine but with a single ring of silver around circumference of the iris. They lifted to match a polite gaze with the bar owner’s double.
"A corpse reviver if you would with a dash of sugared absinthe," Kaya spoke softly, in a rather androgynous voice... He wouldn't be able to hide his identity quite so well if all that came out was a husky tenor. Sitting quite upright, Queen Lathivius placed his hands in his lap, threads whose ends were not in sight appearing around his fingers. He hardly fidgeted, but these were one of those few awkward moments. After all, he hadn't told Kai he was coming.The poisoner twitched some, feeling the threads bound around him, connected within him, twitch ever so slightly. What the... he turned to set both golden eyes on his Queen curiously. Kaya however watched the discourse pass between the Uriel and the cloaked, scarred woman whom Kai had offered relief to. How he’d like to capture such a feeling... An exchange like the one Uriel had given were rare like those born on blue moons.
Queen Kaya leaned back some, Kai already moving back so his Queen’s back was against his own. (After all, the bar stools did not have a backing.) With eyes half-lidded, Kaya raised both hands like a conductor about to bring forth music, threads appearing already at the second joint of every finger, hanging limply past long, decorated nails. He dipped past this plane through a small slit to what seemed a dark, bottomless place, fingers nimble in their undertaking. Kai stood guard not only as just something to lean on, but when in creation, his Queen saw nothing but his creation. Someone had to keep an eye out no? Otherwise there might be a little extra in the making... which wasn’t always a good thing.
When Kaya’s wrists, hands and fingers all reappeared back in plain sight, he cradled in his hands a perfect replication of what appeared to them as Uriel, inorganic arm and all. He set the miniature version of the bartender gently down where it stood unmoving. The gossamer disappeared from his fingers as the Queen sat upright again and Kai back to his drink aside his companion. Fine chin in the palm of his hand and a small smile appeared on the auburn’s full, burgundy lips.