The Asper~Gaia's Tavern on a Pirate Ship ~

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[- the bloody flower-]

Lance Graystone

Former Prince of Azarth

Mood: Calm I Health: ... I Magic Level Level: Normal

-This alright.-

Lance nodded his head. "If you keep your wits about you, everything will be fine." He lightly tapped her shoulder in reasurrance, afraid that she would fly away at the slightest noise. He looked around the room himself, but he couldn't really connect to his powers at the moment. He was feeling too weak. He had to figure out this curse.

"The one you have to watch out for the most is a vampire who uses ice. If things start to freeze over in the room, leave. That will most likely throw him off."

Theme Song: N/A

[Natasha Silverbook]

Eleanor recoiled slightly at the unexpected touch, but got control of herself and made herself relax. This man was obviously not a danger. Well, he probably wasn't a danger. As she settled down, he spoke again. She chuckled at his words. They reminded her of a character she had read about in a book series. That would have been exactly how he phrased it. What was his name again? Oh yes. Harry Dresden. What an interesting fellow he was.

"Mr. Dre- I mean Graystone, would you like a bite to eat while you describe this villain to me? I find myself ravenous..." She waved down the bartender and ordered a burger.

[[getting writer's block already...]]

[- the bloody flower-]

Lance Graystone

Former Prince of Azarth

Mood: Calm I Health: .... I Magic Level Level: Normal

((XD Lance sounds like Dresden.))

"He has silver hair and bright eyes, and likes to go through walls. A creeper of the worse kind." He then shook his head. He needed to get in a bed before his mind fell into darkness again. He stood up and smiled.

"Actually no, miss Eleanor. Its late, and I must head off to sleep. Till next time we meet." He gave another bow and then left the room as quietly as he entered. Once he was certain he was far enough away, the bowels of the ship, he fell to his knees and cluched his head.

[******** me..."

-And off to sleep I go! Its been fun though! Hopefully we can roleplay again. Till next time!-

Theme Song: N/A

[-The Golden Flower-]

Celeste Graystone

Blood is much thicker....


A woman made her way down the pavement of the port, heading slowly towards the Asper. The cool air smelled good to her, the soft hints of blood and fear spicing the air. She could detect the scents of her sister Ailsa and her brother Lance on the ship. She knew that something was wrong also, just from the way people smelled. Something bad had happened in the town recently and she was worried for her small family.

She fixed her brown robes better around herself, checking to see if the crystal pendent around her neck was still charged and emiting energy. When she was sure the enchantment was still in place she began to move again towards the ship. In a little while she would walk onto the deck of the ship and take a moment to look around.

Se hadn't been on the Asper for a while. The last time she had been on the Asper had only been for a little while, to check on her sister without her knowing. This time she planned on staying with her sister, since she knew that she was pregent. She moved into the ship, removing her hood as she moved inside and away from the sun.

Blond hair, held up in a tight high bun on her head sat on her head. She wore light makeup to enhance her natural beauty. Her eyes were a bright pink and seemed to shine with an inner light. Her whole body seemed to shine with an inner light, almost like she was glowing. under her clothes she wore a nice dress, light lavender in color. She wore no shoes, and her bear feet made little noise on the wooden floor.

She made her way to the bar and sat down on one of the stools. Carefully she took off her robe but didn't remove the glowing pink necklace around her neck. As a Vampire the sun hurt her and she didn't feel like getting hurt. The enchantment around her neck kept the sun from hurting her, but it only worked on the sun light you would be expose to naturally.

She smiled softly and looked around the room. She would wait for her sister here. Hopefully they could talk for a while on things. They had a lot to catch up on.








//[L]ocation: Asper's Bar //
[C]urrent Music: N/A at the Moment//
[M]ood: // tatus: Unharmed//
--- Then Water.◄◄◄◄

[-The Golden Flower-]

Celeste Graystone

Blood is much thicker....


Celeste looked around the room, enjoying the quiet noises of the ship. She felt the ship under her feet, longing to feel it rock back and forth while it went into deeper water. But she knew that would most likely not happen concidering everything that happened here and else where. A pirate ship wasn't a normal thing in the sea anymore. The sea belonged to metal death dealers and horrible machines. She almost wished...

She shook her head, banishing those thoughts. She pulled out a wine bottle from her cloak and a glass. It was a bottle of blood, and while she perfered fresh blood she felt something was wrong in the city and didn't want to hunt until the dead of night. So she poured herself a glass and relaxed.







//[L]ocation: Asper's Bar //
[C]urrent Music: N/A at the Moment//
[M]ood: //
tatus: Unharmed//
--- Then Water.◄◄◄◄

[The Carmine Rose]

((I'd RP with you, but I've got to be heading to bed soon, I could do a post for you if you like and respond to it in the morning if no-one else comes on?))

[-The Golden Flower-]

((That would be great! ^.^))

[The Carmine Rose]

Titania Sangria
'I am not a dream'

The young woman had become a piece of the furniture. Either that, or she was so discreet that nobody paid the admittedly intimidating presence any mind. It was impossible to tell whether she'd left the tavern since she ran off with her brothers, whether she'd been travelling, whether she'd been fighting, or simply if she had moved from that exact spot.

Her face was hidden in the shadows her hood cast, her gloves covering the long fingered hands and torn to allow her claw like nails a little freedom and much less chance of breaking. Her body was draped in robes of pure white and royal blue, dyed leather and heavy looking cloth. Her feet, crossed over one another and propped on another chair, were swathed in boots of the same heavy leather, and granted a glance at the white, loose fitting trousers. Her scent was covered with the smell of a sweet perfume from a local shop, her unnervingly bright eyes toned down with contacts so they cast no glow.

She seemed to be human. At first and second glance, third and fourth scent. Yes, there was something unnerving under the musk of perfume and cosmetics, but it was nothing worth paying mind to.

The woman was scribbling away in a leather bound journal, pen lightly touching to the rough, handmade paper so that it only made the faintest scratching sounds that were almost lost to the usual creaks of the pirate ship. When the bottle was opened, she looked away from the paper, almost allowing a glance at the shrouded features, her fine tipped pen hovering in mid air as she caught the scent. Then, regaining herself, she returned to her scribbling.

Let's face it, she was never a socialite.

((Sorry it's a bit crappy, I'm really rusty on my descriptions))

[-The Golden Flower-]

The Carmine Rose

Celeste Graystone

Blood is much thicker....


She noticed a smell in the air, a hint of familarity in the scent. It brought her back to Lilith's, to the place that she remembered so well. Celeste remembered Lilith's with a sense of deep sadness. It had been a long time since she had been to Lilith's but she knew it was open again. She wondered if there were still people there who remembered her.

"Would you like a glass," she asked the vagely familar woman. She held out another goblet of blood. "Not as good as fresh, but it works in a pinch."

She put a warm smile on her pale face.







//[L]ocation: Bar //
[C]urrent Music: N/A at the Moment//
[M]ood: //
tatus: Unharmed//
--- Then Water.◄◄◄◄

[The Carmine Rose]

Titania Sangria
'I am not a dream'

"No thank you." Her voice was low, harsh and aggressive, yet there was a charming quality and rhythm to her words that hinted at something beautiful underneath the exterior's roughness. She seemed to turn back to her book and continue writing, the scratching of fine pen against paper adding to the soothing background noise of the ship, although in actuality she was looking over the young woman. She could tell she was a vampire, the scent of blood in the bottle, rather than wine, gave it away, along with the overwhelming heavy presence that vampire's tended to carry, that magnetism. Those eyes weren't human, that skin...

And that scent. There was something in the scent between the tell tale signs of vampirism that reminded her of something. Home. Did she know this woman? Or was she just one of the many who passed through her home when she was still young. She didn't know, she didn't care, it was all in the past now.

Yet still it was niggling at her as she eventually returned to her writing, distracted from the words spilling out onto the page. Who was she? Was she really familiar or was it just her overworked, overstressed mind playing tricks on her. After dragging minutes of silence, she eventually spoke once more. "But thank you for the offer." another few minutes ticked by, she looked at the watch hidden under the sleeves, revealing a flash of healthy, pale but human skin. "What's your name?" Maybe someone she knew had a sign over her head at some point, maybe.

[Trexasle]

Name: Leontias Métaliene:

His black hair was in front of his face, wild and untamed. The bard’s Green eyes were also a bit bloodshot ruining the black sclera in his eyes. In terms of his physical condition he seemed okay if not a bit fatigued. ‘That is the last time I go back to Hammerbog without prepairing myself.’ Leon held his head as the thought ran into it. The swarthy alien was beginning to gain a headache, which was in no doubt caused by the vaccine for the poison that he had obtained during his travels on the ship there. It was one of those time he wished he had access to THIS ship.

The bard slowly crept to a seat nearby the bar and dropped his head straight onto the table. The shaggy black locks of the swarthy alien covered most of his face. He would’ve never thought the day would come where he would be calling this home, but this was certainly the closest place he HAD to come so he’d consider it. Besides, There was tea here, tea that the bard could not help but get a taste of.

Lifting himself up very slowly he reached for the teapot from under the cabinet and the rooibos tea leaves. The bard would place the leaves in the pot and begin to brew, the scent of lemon bits and rooibos calmed his tightened nerves. He almost didn’t notice the vampire that stood a few feet away from him. He had seen her before and the last time he did he had given her a shirt to wear, he also recalled her running away from him before he could do much.

“Hello?”

It was his way of not pushing conversation if she didn’t want him to.

[-The Golden Flower-]

Celeste Graystone

Blood is much thicker....


Ce;este knew that she had met the woman before, somewhere. Prehaps it was at Lilith's although she hadn't been there in years and years. Time had passed differently in the plane she had moved to with her love. When he and her had returned to Gaia, she hadn't thought of returning to Lilith's. A memory came back of a woman with blond hair and pupiless blue eyes. Lila. The one who told her she was turning... Or had it been her.

She sipped on her glass and then nodded when she heard the woman speak up again. "Celeste Graystone."

She gave her a warm smile again, and smelled her scent again. There was something about her that was simply more then human. A hint of blood, of a supernatural connection. Her eyes were too bright, and her scent marked her as one.

She nodded a greeting at the other man who came down, smiling.







//[L]ocation: Bar //
[C]urrent Music: N/A at the Moment//
[M]ood: //
tatus: Unharmed//
--- Then Water.◄◄◄◄

[Lady Neona]

Location: Lockeport

It was warm outside, the sun high in the noon sky. Out in the outskirts of Lockeport, Mae wondered the forest. Her steps were light and her gaze ahead, a small breeze picked up and tossed the hem of her white sundress and wavy red hair. With a sigh, Mae would stop and look up. Her hand reached up and covered her blue eyes to shield them from the sun. So much had gone through her mind as of lately, her eyes dull compared to their normal sparkle. The demoness had some inner struggles as of late. No, nothing like the blood thirsty monster struggle she had before, but more of an internal personal struggle. Mae was thinking of the 'what if's?' What if she had never became a demon for love, what if she lived life how it was intended for her? Mae in no way blamed anything on anyone, but she started to have her own internal regret.

Mae would head back towards town, her hands folded behind her back as her sandals kicked up stones with each step. Perhaps she would visit the Aspers? It was a thought.

[The Carmine Rose]

((My head is dead, I'll probably reply in the morning, carry on without me if you want smile ))

[Metal Trsu]

Vincent's form appeared behind Onyx's bed and behind the woman who'd just disrobed and seated herself along her own bedspread. Her eye's locked on the book that he had planted in her room on her dresser, his eyes narrowed faintly as he appeared from the shadows. No he didn't appear out of no where, he'd been on the ship ever since that he had dropped the book off in her room, after all she had gone and gotten what he wanted, and what did he do, a simply drop off. As he approached the bed the room grew cold, and ice formed along the room, forming crystals and shards against the cold glass of her mirror and then windows that settled along the side of the walls inside her room.

Long white hair covered most of his face as he walked now around her bed, if she hadn't noticed by now, his movements would give him away, but at the same time he wasn't trying to hide himself. Vincent was the one to show just how powerful he could be, no reason to hide and lurk within the shadows. Walking in front of her he stopped staring down at her, his form towering over her smaller form while she stared at the book, his pale hand extended towards the sheathed weapon. Gripping it he stared now turning his figure around to her showing his back. "Do you know what this is?" He asked her, his voice, finally he was speaking again. A small turn of his head his eyes glowed slightly as he glanced over his shoulder to look at her. Not really giving her a chance to answer him, maybe he figured she'd be shocked to see him holding her bounty,

"If you haven't read already, it's called the Spirit Needle." bringing his left hand up he grabbed the sheath with that hand and the hilt of the small dagger with the other hand. Slowly he broke the air tension of the sheath from the blade and slowly he brought the weapon out of it's protective casing. Looking at it he turned holding the blade over her head. Now he knew what the weapon could do he wondered if she knew what it could do. As he held the blade up to the dim light she could see the blade, it was pale and slender. It was a bone, a bone that was in the form of a dagger, but what made the dagger special that there was a hole in the middle of it, imitating a needle's characteristics.

Slowly the blade awoke due to the presences of multiple entity's within the room. The blade slowly started to glow, small runes appeared along the bone as if they were engraved into the blade. But the blades bone was smooth like it had been polished. The runes flashed for a moment getting brighter and brighter, slowly before it dimmed itself and settled as a light that just pulsed a bit. Vincent brought it's glowing form to his face and looked back at her, his eye's staring at her now. "That torture it put you through, the killing the murdering...it can all be gone." He spoke, trying to get her to see why she had gone and got this item. "You want it gone, so you can't hurt anyone else right?"