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

[Krauly vae victis]

I have been absent for sometime, but changed?... perhaps

Krauly let the music drown his thoughts for a moment, the visage of the next victim or target of his revenge was already found, time was on his side. He could wait or he could act and end his one lead quickly. No it needed to be studied, how this humans got him in the first place as to make sure it doesnt happen again. He then hear his name almost snapping him back to this reality.

He look at Sayoul and shadow, both have questions about this place, obviously there was alot of questions about the purple moon, he warmly smile at both of them and responded while turning his back to the jukebox. "Ah yeah what is time for inmortals, nothing but a human construct. fleeting moments, he said waving his hand while he talked and moving his hair out of his face. "But to put a number, perhaps this place was here for centuries already, you saw the ruins outside, The buiding of the inn was just some 50 decades old but the bar itself and inn was build under another owner just perhaps 20 years ago. Then I may have taken over perhaps for the last decade or less " Krauly said moving towards the windown as if to see something outside. "This place had a fit for my plans along time ago, its a place of power as they call, special magic source, but even time can be cruel to place as it is to people. he said while turning back and moving back towards the bar.

there is much to do in my kingdom. Much to restore much to create

[-Nymphadora-Skywalker-]

Samantha Evelyn Tepes
M Y x S T O R Y



Once Upon A Time *

The Fae looked up at Sayoul's answer to her question. A sense of relief could definitely be noted in her features, as she wasn't very keen on assuming strangers' interests. She was a great listener, and a hell of a waitress, but she liked to know the person before blindly concocting; if only to avoid risk of offense or allergy. She was surprised that Sayoul knew the fruit component to the liquor, as not many patrons cared what was in their drink. Rather, much like Shadow, they typically cared how quickly the drink could be in them. "You got it" she chimed, again not bothering to try to hide her expression. She was impressed, for certain. Sayoul seemed to genuinely enjoy 'the green fruit' that came with her drink, and when she asked about it, Sam chuckled. "It's called a lime. We've got plenty here if you'd like" She picked up a small glass bowl from behind the counter that held a number of the wedges. She set it on the counter, but didn't push it in case Sayoul declined. "I can also refresh the drink if you're in the mood for another." she offered nonchalantly. As much as she enjoyed having a customer to tend to, Sam respected boundaries, and didn't want to come off as a 'pushy salesperson' of sorts. She'd dealt with enough of those by this point in her life to know better than to become one.

As she waited for their guest to decide on a second round, she glanced over at Shadow. His jaw was clenched and he was already about halfway- if not more- through the bottle he'd grabbed from the counter. She considered making some food for the room, especially him. Even if he wasn't human the amount of consumption he was intaking was concerning. Between the empty bottles on the basement floor and the amount of alcohol he was already consuming within the short time they'd been playing host, she wondered if he'd had anything other than booze in days. Her attention drifted again when Krauly started talking about the length of his ownership. She frowned at his response. It didn't seem right, but her sense of time at the moment was warped at best. Everything before waking up about an hour ago seemed like a jumbled, foggy blur. She took this moment to set down the cloth she'd been using and wandered back in to the kitchen.

Samantha gathered a loaf of bread off the counter; along with a container of turkey, a block of cheese, and a jar of mayonnaise from within the refrigerator. She used about half the loaf to make sandwiches by applying mayo, cheese and meat to each slice before pairing them. Once the female was satisfied with her work, she took the dull knife (that had been acquired from a nearby drawer and used to spread the mayo) to a paper towel to wipe it clean. She used the utensil to halve each of the sandwiches from the top left corner to the bottom right. This way they could be consumed in one hand as a bar food but still be filling enough to soak up some of the alcohol that was previously occupying the stomach. Sam then carefully placed the sandwiches on a long oval serving plate and brought it out to the counter by backing in to the door between the two areas once again. She made it a point to balance the larger plate on her left palm as she bent her knees to grab a singular dinner plate from a space at the end of the bar. The dinner plat was placed in front of Shadow specifically. She placed three of the halves on the plate and firmly stated "I'm not taking no for an answer" The gentleman was then treated to a smirk and a wink from the bar maid before she returned to a more neutral location between Sayoul and Krauly.

The Fae set the plate down here, and gathered a few napkins to place next to the dish. "If anyone's interested" Sam offered to the simple display of the food. Another coaster was retrieved and set on the bar. She made herself a drink by simply tossing a few cubes in to a cup and pouring an amber Canadian whiskey with an apple flavoring over them. There was a moment of pause where she seemed to glance at the limes to debate if she wanted a wedge for herself, but ultimately decided a few seedless cherries were a better alternative. She dropped three in to the glass before popping two in to her mouth. Once she was done with the fruit, she took the liberty of grabbing a napkin and a sandwich half for herself. She wasn't in the mood to sit just yet but she didn't want to stand upright fully at the moment. She compromised by leaning on her left arm while it rested on the counter, and alternating her drink and sandwich within her right hand.


That's All She Wrote *

and you may recognize me from * Apex Tavern; Blue Moon Bar & Inn
floating along for * 65 years and counting; every Spring adds another year
and this is my species * Fae




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