The Bar

[Daemon R]

Daemon chuckled, a little amused by the fact that she knew his name already. "Very well, suit yourself my dear, though there is quite a bit for us to talk about. We'll start with this, tell me, what do you already know of the man named Abasith?"

((I'm lazy and on mobile, so I'm not gonna keep doing colors tonight.))  

[irishgurl2007]

She held disinterest in her eyes, but smirked in her usual, mischievous way. "You mean the giant lizard the whore married? Oh...I suppose I do know a bit." She came up to the desk, her fingertips dusting over the top of the mahogany like a gentle caress before leaning just enough for her arms to support her up as her violet eyes, swirling like painted clouds, stared at him. "And just what exactly are you wanting to know?" Her voice was coy and gentle now, her grin just curved enough to make one wonder just how mischievous she really was.

(So am I razz )  

[Daemon R]

Daemon sighs, shaking his head at her words. "Mostly, if you know how volatile his temper is... Especially when someone disrespects his deceased wife." Daemon then looks her dead in the eyes, grinning just enough as to seem like he gets some enjoyment out of this conversation. "If you talk about her like that around him, don't be surprised when he kills you. Should you piss him off to that extent, I'll be eating popcorn and watching as he destroys you, and everything around you. Do you understand? You would be wise not to underestimate him."  

[irishgurl2007]

She never moved or lost her expression. She just moved in more and stared at him still in the same way, but there was a lot of hate in her voice and she almost seemed to be talking to more than just him.

"If any of you were near that strong, none of you would have let her die..."

Despite all the s**t and trash talk she would use, Aryanna still had some type of respect for Irish - just in her own way.

She pushed herself off the desk, a small amount of mist already forming around her. Like a strange vapor, she began to dissipate right before him.

"I sense there is more you wish to discuss, but for now, you'll have to wait. I've had enough of new people today..."

And in an instant, she disappeared, lurking within every shadow that fell over the Tiki Bar and Inn  

[Daemon R]

Daemon sighs, shaking his head and muttering to himself. "That insolent gnat will need to learn her place... No matter..." Daemon then grins and begins tracing her magic back over the past couple of weeks. Once he finds where she placed Jewel's amulet, he pulls it through time and space, right into his hands. Which a smile, he then disappears from the office, having finished everything he wanted to.  

[Tempest BlackHeart]

The door opens and a dark figure emerges within the building. It shuts the exit and a loud thud echoes through the establishment. The armour breaks through the first floor layers due it's weight and the man slowly advances forward to the bar.

"..."

Tempest kept silent despite keeping one hand against his side. He was clearly wounded; his body had time to cool down from the abundance of epinephrine traveling through his body and focus on the wounds he acquired from his last battle. Before that, he felt oblivious towards most injury and now he was going through a recovery state. The pale man took one sigh and scavenged through the collection of hard drinks available at the bar. Grasping a green bottle with the name "Jameson" inscribed on the label, he opened up and took a swig straight from it.

A hard cough escapes his breath once the alcohol rolled down his throat and wiped his mouth with his forehand. He growls to himself as he slides his back down against the nearest wall and sits.

"... He almost had me. If he played his cards right, it could have gotten a different outcome. Yet, serves me right for not showing off at least a portion of my abilities." Tempest muttered; he could have at least saved himself from a few broken ribs.

His and his foe's skill gap was not immense, but still significant and noticeable. However, it also depended on what kind of strategy either one of them was using. In a Nen battle, anything can happen.

 

[irishgurl2007]

Aryanna walked casually throughout the bar and inn, checking out all the various rooms and hiding nooks her deceased friend had created. She was trying to find various places to set up her own...personal interests. Things were still mostly Irish's makings and oddly enough...it seemed like the place was still hers. But Aryanna just scuffed at the idea and went about making changes.

She decides to grab a drink from the bar and was instantly hit with an odd smelling blood and felt a presence in the room. She cautiously looks around and without moving, she sees past objects to see a man slumped down on the floor behind the bar area.

She makes her presence known with allowing her footsteps to be heard. She comes around and looks at the familiar face below.

"Well....hello there." Her eyes look down at his hand on his side. "Need a hand?"  

[Tempest BlackHeart]

Tempest did not turn his head to look at Aryanna. He instead cocked an eyebrow to her offering and took one more swig from the bottle.

"I am not too fond of having other people lay their hands on me." Tempest muttered. "Don't bother."

Indeed, Tempest disliked being tended by others and preferred going solo.

"I am just taking my time... relax... and have a few sips of this... Jameson Irish Whiskey, which isn't that bad."

He lightly shakes the 750 ml coloured glass contained towards her.

"Join?"

 

[Zephyr Alexander]

>_>

Y'all finished? Or y'all done?  

[irishgurl2007]

I died lol  

[irishgurl2007]

It's so dead in here....but I miss my friends and the bar >.>