The Purple Moon bar and inn. [Grand Re-Opening hiring]

[Jasper Greywolf]

Magus tilts her head to the side. "Well... I wouldn't really call them Werewolves... but its close enough. They're Children of Fenrir, Son of Loki!" She beams, wiggling in place happily. "You know, the Wolf that's the sibling to the Midgard Serpent, and Hel." She taps a few fingers against her lips. "I've heard them call themselves Dire Wolves, but I know nothing about that. I haven't really spent much time around Amelia or her daughter Piper, but I used to hang out with their Great Grandmother. She was hilarious."

The Vampire rolls over, and hits the floor hard. It probably would have really hurt a human, but well. She was pretty sturdy. "I enjoy other Supernaturals, for the most part... except I don't care much for what my brother has become. He chose to acquire immortality his own way..." She frowns are. "Whatever. Not my problem."

[Faoladh Morgan]

Morgan Goldeneyes

» Faron Brennus - Apothecary «

Faron nodded when she explained who her friends were "I've read enough about Norse mythology to know who the children of Loki are" He told her. He read a lot about different deities from old religions, and he believed most of them existed and created many of the different creatures that roamed around the Earth

He watched as she fell from the couch and, again didn't know what to say.

[Jasper Greywolf]

The woman stands, and heads back to the bar counter. She stares at it, before lifting herself back onto the counter, crossing her legs at the knee. "Am I too strange? I know I tend to confuse though around me easily." She grins, and chuckles softly. "But after spending a good 100 years with a Malkavian, it can't be helped... lots of insanity tends to... rub off on you."

She sighs softly, running her fingers over the counter. The Vampire was hoping to get to agitate someone, but it seems like that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Seeing their face contorted with annoyance was just too good. "Ah, well."

[Faoladh Morgan]

» Faron Brennus - Apothecary «

Faron shook his head when she asked if she was too weird. "No, you just tend to talk about things I don't know anything about is all" He said. She was a little weird, but that was just a side effect of being a little old and being a vampire. Morgan was weird in his own way, though he wasn't a vampire he was old and he would never tell Faron just how old.

[Jasper Greywolf]

Magus grins wide, one of her feet bouncing in the air. "Shame. I enjoy being weird and strange." A small noise escapes her pocket, and the woman rolls her eyes. Extracting her phone, her eyes flicker over the message, and the Vampire wrinkles her nose. "How boring. I want no part in hunting another Vampire." Without any care, she tosses the phone away from her.

It hits the floor hard, popping into a few pieces. "Hmmn. Usually I just crush them into a pile of sparks and plastic... Maybe I'm going soft."

[Faoladh Morgan]

» Faron Brennus - Apothecary «

"Well I didn't say that it was a bad thing or that you should stop" Faron said and he watched her pull a phone from her pocket before reading a message. Deciding it wasn't worth her time, she tossed it across the room and shattered it into a few pieces. "If you don't want to hunt another vampire then... don't" He suggested

[I don't really know Faron very well yet x.x I think he'd be much more comfortable around creatures in his shop, but he's out of his element here, and he doesn't know what to think of Magus]

[Jasper Greywolf]

She grins over at him, switching her knees to bounce her other foot in a bored manner. "Oh, no one really tells me what to do. I tend to do whatever I want, because I can." Her head tilts. "So tell me, Faron. Which do you prefer? Beer, or hard alcohol?"

Small talk. Because why not?

[[ No worries. ]]

[shadow_dreamer]

Savic the Blue Blade

Shot successful, the creature pulled it's hands towards it's chest as if trying to contain the power it had been shot with. A small hiss escaped as it turned to nothing more then mist. The shadows had two forms, a misted form that made them much more like ghosts, and solid forms, they shifted in and out of these through battle. The dragon moved much like a large lizard, swaying around angles, trying to snap at Savic. As he climbed higher in to the trees the dragon followed, but it seemed to shift out in to more of a mist, moving much faster. As he watched the man, he could see a branch being pulled back, instead the creature found it useful to go around the back. It wanted to get him from behind, as it sway around the tree it became solid again. Nearing the back of him it didn't try and bite, instead it dropped it's mouth open, releasing a neurotoxin his way. It effected Ristar with paralyzation of her left side, but it seemed to effect others in different ways, sickness wasn't uncommon either.

Ristar Black

"I wouldn't know." Taunting her about not sleeping with her.

Did she really just want to throw fireballs at her? Normally if Dreamer got close she was out for some bloodshed, and she wasn't sure yet if she wanted to play that game with Ristar. "You should really pay more attention." Through Ristars talking the shadow wasn't waiting on anyone, the shadow Ristar had managed to pull out a dagger and run straight after the woman. It knew she had a fire ball in her hands, but she was too busy mouthing off to Dreamer.

[Faoladh Morgan]

» Faron Brennus - Apothecary «

Faron nodded when she assured him that she didn't let anyone tell her what to do, which he sort of figured. When she asked whether he preferred hard alcohol or beer, he shrugged. "Either. It doesn't matter to me" He said

[Orcus of Black Flames]

shadow_dreamer

"s**t!" Savic just barely manages to shout out the curse as the dragon works it's way behind him and releases a cloud of gas towards him. With no time to think he does the only thing that pops into his mind: fall. Stepping off the high branch Savic plummets towards the ground hitting every small and medium sized branch as he descends. His clothes get torn and his skin gets cut but the worst of it is when he hits the ground. Though the branches slow him slightly but he still hits hard. If he were a normal human from this world the fall would have either broken his back or killed him but being from a much world with higher gravity his muscles and skeletal structure is of a higher density which saves him. Still the wind is harshly knocked out of him and he can't bring himself to move right away. Despite the idiocy of doing what he did he just barely prevented himself from breathing in the gas.

With a groan Savic gets to his feet and tries to look for the dragon. With his shirt being shredded and stained with blood he rips what remains off exposing the massive tattoos on his chest and back. On his back the black outline of the moon is painted on with five rings surrounding it with runes and words in between them. On his chest looks like a moth out of hell due to it's sharp, tribal edges. As Soon as he has the dragon in sight he would take in a deep breath and hold it hoping if it breaths out the gas again it only effects him if he breathes it in. But if it can be absorbed through his skin then he will be hit if it launches another attack. If the dragon isn't already on top of him as soon as he is up then he would focus the aer in his body for another Lunar Shot. Since it seemed to work on the other shadow creature maybe it'll work on this one. It will take him just under five seconds to prepare the blast so if the dragon isn't already on him he'd wait for it to be within sight and launch his attack. If the dragon is on him already he will have to take whatever attack it launches upon him before he can fire his quick casting spell. And if his attack works he will do his best to get back to Red in order to assist her.

[Ristar Black]

shadow_dreamer

"Hey, that's your own fault. You were the one that decided not to in the end." Ristar tossed back, her eyes still on Dreamer. It wasn't until she felt the slice of a dagger in her skin that she snapped back, realizing that she hadn't been paying enough attention to her assailant as she should have been. With a snarl curling back her rosy lips, she threw the fireball at the shadow. Unless the creation had some sort of protection against fire, the flame would burst on contact and engulf the other Ri. If it did, well, she would jump to the side and stay out of its reach. Either way, she was getting the hell away from the damn thing.

"Goddamn it, Dreamer! Stop this bullshit and come down!" She yelled, her fuse growing shorter thanks to the gash now in her arm. Doing her best to ignore the irritation, Ri conjured up another fireball and threw it at the tree the other woman was in. She was done playing nice.

[Jasper Greywolf]

Magus was up in her room, but the door was open. She was in the stolen t-shirt, and shorts. Her eyes were on a book, though she wasn't really focused on the words at all. Her mind was almost completely blank, staring at the pages. She slowly turned them as if she were reading. It didn't matter much... like all her other books, she'd read it many times before. Finally, her eyes drift away from the pages, towards the closet which held her different clothes and whatnot.

The idea of going out caused her to shut her eyes and drop her head down onto the book. There wasn't anything out there today she hadn't seen before. "Maybe... I should feed..? I don't need to... or even want to..." What the Vampire probably craved, was interaction with someone else. "Hell, I'd rather trick some hunters into thinking they killed me, or trapped me... rather than feed." Lifting her head, she sighs. "I'm bored."

[Jasper Greywolf]

A short sound of wings, the man drops down into the ruins. A quick stretch, brief walk... and soon, Ryker stepped in through the front door and looks around. "I should have guessed this was the place... I came here with Akema." The blond shakes his head, heading for the bar. "Smells like that brat Vampire everywhere in here. She must really like this spot." He runs a hand through his hair. "But..."

Marcellus, The Bound Violinist

"But." A voice comes from nothing next to him, and soon Marcellus fades into view, tuning the violin. "Mistress said she had interest in buying the Casino across town and staying there... perhaps she's done here?" The blue-eyed being stares intent at the blond angel. "I don't think that's it. I think... she's running away again." Marcellus brings the violin up, and slowly draws the bow across the strings, making a wonderful humming noise. "It's too much like the Sanctum. She's going to have another break-down... are you prepared to deal with Majorie?" The blond man curses. "Didn't think so."

[Jasper Greywolf]

Marcellus, The Bound Violinist

Marcellus continues to play a light, breezy song. Ryker stares with disbelief. The Violinist simply continued to play, a small smile resting on peaceful features. "I don't feel any danger or threat from it... if she does revert, we will once again become companions. The Dear is drawn to me, and I am in eternal service... how do you think the people here will fair, Ryker?"

Ryker slaps a hand to his face, staring up at the ceiling. "Gods above. She won't hurt them... Majorie isn't the violent type... but trying to swing her back into being Magus is always a bumpy ride..." He sighs and stands. "Marcellus... I cannot stay here... you'll keep on eye on her, right? Akema would be upset to find out one of her Orphans has gone nuts." He shrugs, receiving no answer from Marcellus, the Angelic man left the way he came. This was... "I can't handle these damn Vampires."

[Jasper Greywolf]

Magus makes her way into the bar via the portal, yelling into her cellphone. "Let me get you a drink while I'm at it! Which is your favorite, the "******** you" Vodka, or the "Eat s**t" Whiskey?!" Balling her hand into a fist, she crushes the cellphone, breathing hard. She was so... ANGRY. No, no no no. Calm down, this is not the time nor place to go berserk.

Running her hands through her hair, she snarls. "I'll find some nice cute fluffy woodland animals to maim later." Today, she was dressed up in a very business like manner. White dress shirt with a small black vest, really just to help contain her chest. She needed the upper support. Her shirt was tucked into a dangerously short black pencil-skirt, with standard tights and black heels.

"I guess I could always go find a portal to Hell, and go cause havoc for a while... that's always a good stress relief. Beat the s**t out of immortal demons... sounds like a good time."