Description: An underground club that is created and made for villains. While technically open to anyone, mainly villains populate the bar and hang out. The bar is open 24/7 and security is outfront to keep most of those under 21 out, but exceptions have been made. All you gotta do is pay off the bouncer and he will let you in. Many use this as a meeting place with their supplier in order to gain mission details or receive their rewards for completion of missions. The owner has never been seen, but many fear him. No one knows his name, making one man appear to be known as many people. We don't take your weapons at the door, but if you start trouble you better be able handle yourself because this is like the wild wild west. You on your own.
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Current Event: Halloween decorations are everywhere. There are an array of games and prizes going around from bobbing for apples to hide and go seek, to more crazy type of games. This transformation has caused the club to become an open event for everyone including those who are not villains. This is due to the amount of money that is able to be made during the season. While during this time, there is understanding among villians and the owner. Don't make a scene, and don't be a d**k towards others. They are considered guest in their home.
Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2019 11:52 pm
Villain??? Loner???:No AffiliationZane JR:HADES
Hades was on his way towards his regular spot. Dressed as a Uchiha from Naruto, he was sporting the fishnet shirt, red contacts, the sandals, and other things that made it work. He was going alone. He had made the offer for Blair to go but she was decided against it. To be honest, he just was kind of just letting it be for now. She may come around. She may not. He just thought things would be different ever since the Cave thing but he was mistaken. Walking down the street, he saw others were heading that way. Many of them were new faces which he had to deal with. He wasn't against the owner trying to get their money. Long as none of them didn't mess up anything. He would stop and stand on the side walk, feeling the breeze blowing through his hair as he remembered the conversation....
"The Tin is having a Halloween type of event. Like a little party. Want to go? Sounds like fun don't it?...."
"Come on it not that bad? What that has do with anything?......"
"Fine, Whatever! I'll go alone!...."
"Fine!!...."
Shaking his head, he just grew and annoyed face and sped up going towards the location. It was even decorated from the outside. Walking up, he would give the bouncer a handshake before heading inside. He knew he couldn't go to his favorite VIP room since it probably was blocked off due to this being such a public event. He instead headed towards the bar in order to buy him a shot before vibing to the music. "Don't need her anyways. I can have fun by myself" he smirked, taking the shot before looking around at the cuties that were there. He recognized some people, villains out in the open.
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If you tell me that you love me, promise not to change your mind
The night had finally come, a night that she had been both dreading and anticipating. There was a reason for both. It was halloween a night of fun. It had been years since she last really celebrated the holiday. Her teenage years were the last moment she hit a Halloween party. She had always found dressing up and pretending to be something she wasn't for the night enjoyable, a way to release a side of her she often did not always allow herself. Ever since leaving home she had denied any participation in such parties, a mixture of stubborness and not wanting to reveal a certain side and well... could she be blamed? The current relationship she had, the only connection she had to another person, was a troublesome one. While she was fine with a enjoying a party, flirting was not something she really cared for, either to watch or to be subject to... usually. She was capable of playing along.
What was her reasoning to come tonight then? In all honesty, she wanted to have fun. She wanted a outlet to finally relax, let a side she had been hiding for so long show. However, perhaps she would find it hard for it to happen... after all her conversation with Hades regarding coming hadn't exactly worked out well.
"Halloween party? Sounds crowded... And the amount of sleezy costumes. Not to mention the flirting."
"Uuuuh Unlike you I may not care about seeing near naked bodies?"
"Do I look like I am stopping you?"
"Fine~"
If she had refused to go with him why was she coming now? To mess with him? To screw up with his flirtatious ways? Despite what he may think when seeing her in the club, her reasoning was none of them. She had always intended to come to the party, but she wanted her arrival to be a surprise. Her costume to be a surprise. Though there was a possiblity things would go differently then she hoped, a fact she was well aware of. Communication between the two of them had always been tricky. They were both stubborn and prideful, and she... she had her own insecurities when it come to certain topics, which lead to her acting out a certainw ay. Things had somewhat improved since her returning. Regardless of the pain it had caused the both of them, her being away a couple months had done well for her. She had clearly taken things for granted, and had lived in a state of denial. The mission in the cave had fortunately helped remedy the fissure between her and her partner. The following time after that had been different then before she left, however, they were who they were and it was not uncommon for them to revert to "old ways". Knowing Hades he was probably sour about her having said no to coming, seeing her here now, could trigger another negative reaction from him.
Eyes closed for a second she took a deep breath before making her way to the bouncer, walking to the font of the line, her heels clicking on the sidewalk as she approached. Even with her Medusa inspired mask, the man recognized her, she was a regular after all, even with a costume she still had her way of walking and talking. "Oh? You didn't come with..?" She shrugged as she walked in ahead of the line. No need for him to finish, she knew he spoke of Hades. Once she entered she took a moment to appreciate the decoration, they really had gone all out with the theme. She smiled at the sight and then made her way straight to one end of the bar. The place was quite crowded, much more than usual, made sense as the bar had opened up to the public for the night. Hades? She had yet to spot him. He surely was in a costume of his own. She wasn't too concerned she was bound to spot him eventually. Safest bet if she wanted to find him was just merely spot out someone who was flirting and it was likely to be him.
"Well don't you look lovely tonight" the bartender grinned as he saw her. "Regular?" Blair nodded. "Thank you and yes of course. Add it to my tab." Nodding he mixed a drink and handed it too her as he spoke agian. "On the house. You and Bob are some of my best clients after all. Besides with how you are dressed you are bound to bring it some business for me." Smiling again she accepted the free drink but raised an eyebrow at his last statement, obviously a little curious by what he meant. "Im sure quite a few here will buy you a drink or two..."
"Ah right... but..." Blair stopped herself. Usually she never accepted drinks bought for her by strangers by why not tonight? "...make..."
"It always a virgin?" He stated with a grin. Blair, or Aphrodite as he knew her by, was well aware she had no intention of getting drunk unless she decided so, and on some occassion he made the drinks bought for her virgin, she got a free drink, the men buying it were fooled in thinking it meant something, and he a simple bartender made extra money as he charged as if it were the real thing, but hadn't used the main ingredient.
"You know me so well~" She stated with a nod as she took a sip and turned on her chair to watch the party for a bit. Sure enough as the bartender had predicted within a few moments a man dressed up as a vampire came to her side.
"My my well aren't you lovely? Could a humble vampire offer you a drink? no worries, only one of us will be drinking blood tonight"
Blair nearly choked on the last of her martini as he blurted out that line. Her eyes darting to the bartender amused and slightly creepd at the same time. Guess it was time for those virgin drinks. "I don't see why not. A party is a party after all." She agreed but would give him no flirting in return, not that she needed to. Sometimes all it seemed was needed was for her to breath and if one was delusional enough think it was a sign to move in.
((format will come later. yall have seen doodle im working on for her outfit. if not ill show again))
▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ Ghost calmly walked towards his destination; posture proper, though he was giving off a relaxed aura despite it. He was internally debating to act the part or not. He enjoyed acting; disguises and such were always fun to do. But vampires in particular could be a...overdone type of creature. It was a classic, for sure, but following the typical for them may not work out as intended. 'So long as I enjoy myself, do I really care?' He asked himself internally as he mulled it over. Better, he thought, to just see how things go naturally. If he actually felt like pretending to be a vampire, then he would. If not then he wouldn't. 'Simple as that.' He smiled to himself, with the issue resolved. While his hair remained similar to his ordinary appearance, everything else looked very much different. He had red contacts for his eyes, his hair was temporarily dyed black, his outfit was more constricting and formal than his usual relaxed and combat-effective attire. He had a bit of makeup on as well; it always paid to be thorough in disguises, even if it was just a costume. Though because of his attention to detail, he wasn't even as equipped as he normally would be, sadly. While the costume had plenty of places to hide weapons, he didn't quite trust others there. He was very aware of his surroundings most times, but you never quite knew who was a better pickpocket than you. So he only brought a few pieces of equipment for emergency more than anything else. His vambrace, designed with disguises in mind, was fitted into his right sleeve. It may not have been the most impressive weapon, but it could be very deadly in the right hands. 'And in a crowded area like this, it is very discreet.' He thought to himself with a dark smile. He had also brought along two of his smoke bombs, just in case. While crowds were great for getaways, it never hurt to be extra prepared in case of...unexpected fun.
Oddly, while most people were probably fearful of an attack or ambush, he welcomed it. To see if anyone could best him or get by without his knowing. And, more so, to turn the ambush on the other person. 'The look they have when they realize they've lost...' He thought with a deceptively playful smile. It was always very fun and amusing. So he walked confidently towards the "Tin Rabbit Parlor" to see what chaos may come up this evening. He would hate for it to be a perfectly relaxed one. While this bar had a certain...reputation for the people who frequented it, Ghost was not one of those. The promise of drink or parties or any such thing related to bars held no real sway to him, unless he had a target at one. But the promise of this Halloween theme to it intrigued him and could be fun in what it offered. He was also curious, and bored, so he desired to identify and possibly learn a little about others in his line of work. No matter the reason they found themselves in such lines of work. Seeing a bit of a line once he arrived...he decided not to wait. He would walk past the many people there, some being angry, others curious, and most generally not caring. He walked, full of confidence, all the way up to the bouncer. While it may have been fun to try and sneak in there, it would have been a very hard task and depended on trusting others not to reveal him. Which trust was something that needed to be earned; till then, he would rarely trust someone in any capacity like that. 'And while a fight could be fun...that would ruin the mood of the night.' He thought to himself as he stopped in front of the bouncer. As he was being questioned, he calmly reached into a sleeve and pulled out a card that had a certain emblem on it...One that, despite him never going to this bar personally, was well known in the underworld. That, and a bit of funds to the bouncer, allowed him easy entrance inside. Looking around at everything prepared, he smiled. "Let the games begin." He quietly said with a smile as he disappeared into the crowd. People watching was always very fun. ☽☾☽☾ Post count: 30 ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ OOC: Outfit/ disguise is the picture minus the cat
♠ ♣ ♦♥Tyche Nerigatti♥♦ ♣ ♠ ♠ ♣ ♦♥"The only sure thing about luck is that it will change. Luck never gives; it only lends."♥♦ ♣ ♠
She had not been planning to come to such an event, at first. Tyche normally saw such things as a waste of time...but, something felt different this time though; the last time it had crossed her path was on a windy day home. Three times it had crossed her path; a message perhaps? Not one to ignore such a persistent sign, she had read it and would go. Just to see.
Why Lady Fate would want her to go, she knew not, but she could not deny that it could be...enjoyable to say the least. The leather sandals she wore of Greek inspiration, lacing up just above the knee to go along with the Goddess-inspired costume. In her honor, she would wear a Greek toga of sorts in light blue linen draped across her slender and lean-muscled slight hourglass figure as her right shoulder is bare. A necklace of gold in the shape of a sun rested at her chest, and crown atop her slightly wavy and thick chestnut hair that rested just past her shoulders.
With or without heels, the young woman walked with a certain...weightlessness as she moved without a single sound, with proper posture at five feet-two. The only thing at her back was the cornucopia; a semblance of a carrying device like a quiver, the look was completed with a matching blindfold. Only thing that may seem out of place was the walking cane she used beside her.
The line seemed to move as soon as she had reached it. What luck, she thought to herself."How quaint."She sighed under her breath, as they would move past the bouncer. Walking inside of the dimly lit establishment, she admired the slight...decrepit and attempt at eeriness of the webs and the music wasn't bad either. It almost felt homely; almost. As the slender female walked slowly through the crowds, despite the sheer pale blue sheath over her eyes, the fabric was thin enough that she could still see."There should be plenty fun tonight,"She thought, an amused smile crossing her red lips.
Of course the vampire was happy he could buy her a drink, sadly, the drink would not have the effect he would hope. The man watched as the Medusa before him still seemed sober, leaving no moment or opportunity or sign allowing him to advance. It did not take him long to decide that she was not worth his time at the moment, perhaps later in the evening which she had a bit more alcohol in her, sadly that was never going to happen. Blair waved at him softly and playfully as he walked away as if she was sad to see him go, but the moment his back was turned the snake of a woman smirked as she turned to the bartender and raised her glass giving him a sneaky wink. Guess she could have some fun conning men out of their money for drinks. May as well make her favorite bar some extra money.
Slipping away from the bar she began to walk through the party her eyes gazing out at the crowd looking for easy victims, in other words faces she didn’t know. If she was caught trying to con another regular well, things could turn ugly and fast. Her blue eyes gazed out from underneath her snake mask, the mask had various small snake heads coming from the sides as if they were alive, as they bounced very slightly with each step. Hands behind her back she found someone new, quickly she put on a little show, sobbing very softly as she walked by a “Werewolf”.
”He promised…” she uttered just as softly. This caught the males attention and he turned to face the source, a smile perching quickly on his lips once he saw the “view”.
”My dear goddess, what is wrong? Who has hurt you so?”
Blair blinked as if surprised she was heard. ”I… well… this guy I. I confessed and he promised he would come but he has yet to be here. He stood me up…. I spent so much effort on this costume too…” She straightened herself and gave a forced smile, something that in a way was honest. She had no intention of truly smiling for him. She rarely showed anyone her genuine smile.
”Come come. Sit and let me buy you a drink,” he stated motioning towards a two person couch against the wall as he took a seat, his hand holding out for hers to help her if need be.
”I. I wouldn’t want to impose.” As expected he insisted it wasn’t and she took a seat and gave him her request, the most expensive cocktail there that night. Expensive for him at least, however not for the bartender.
The werewolf waved his hand and got a waiter there that night to help distribute beverages bring them their drinks, as agreed, hers was secretly a virgin. She gulped it down as if she were dying of thirst.
”Woooo what a rush! Let me get you one now! Its only fair~” The werewolf smirked. ”WHo would deny a drink from a goddess such as yourself~” Oh, if only he knew his myths he would know she was far from a goddess, perhaps in beauty but in character she was far from it. What he didn’t notice, was the money she used to pay for their second round of drinks came from his own pocket. She made sure that she didn’t take everything, after all she didn’t need him to know or suspect that he was “robbed” so soon. With how he was drinking she doubted he would realize or question miscounting some cash.
After a few minutes she got up from the couch. He was beginning to get a little handsy, not by much, barely anything, however a hand to her knee was enough to want to change location. ”I am going to hit the powder room,” she lied, she had no intention of returning to him. She figured he would be fine. It was a party. He was bound to find another one soon enough.
Getting up she continued to roam nearing the dance floor looking for other potentially fun situations. She had yet to spot Hades, however that was alright, she was bound to come across him sooner or later.
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2019 5:10 pm
♠ ♣ ♦♥Tyche Nerigatti♥♦ ♣ ♠ ♠ ♣ ♦♥"The only sure thing about luck is that it will change. Luck never gives; it only lends."♥♦ ♣ ♠
The Goddess of Fortune and Chance incarnate stepped through the crowded room without much hindrance before finding a place to sit and observe. As she looked around from her lowly lit booth with quiet intrigue. A small smile curved her ruby lips like she had a secret."Hmm."She pondered to herself, taking the deck of cards in her hands from the cornucopia basket now beside her right with her cane. The metal slightly reflecting the light though not by much as she shuffled the deck.
Behind the blindfold, the young woman would rest her gaze upon a few people she thought might be interesting; each one assigned a certain card."The 5 of clubs (Ninja)...The queen of hearts (Medusa)...King of spades (Vampire)..."She thought quietly until it was complete. Once they were all assigned, she would set the deck on the table quietly. Her right index finger lightly traced the outline of the blue rose and its thorned vines thoughtfully. It would be a couple of seconds as her head slowly turned to take in her surroundings before looking down at the card her hand had plucked from the top."How intriguing,"She thought as she looked upon a dark king.
Before she could even think to get up though, her booth would be approached by a waiter in a pirate costume. She only looked to him with a neutral expression as he quietly set a menu before her and left after politely dismissing him for now. The young woman decided to wait for now as she looked over the foods and drinks they had.
▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ Ghost was watching everyone silently from the crowds, just another figure lost to most. While most individuals were a bit dull and boring, the alcohol dulling their conversation to meaningless idle talk, there were at least plenty of disguises and costumes to think of. And of those, a few individuals seemed to pop out the most. One was this almost ninja looking individual at the bar who went to get a drink, another was this medusa looking girl who seemed to be prowling around, and the last seemed to be a Greek-goddess styled costume, though which specifically he did not know off the top of his head. 'It shall give me something to ponder on when bored.' He thought to himself silently as his eyes scanned around. He was, at the moment, debating who would be the most interesting to interact with or to cause a little chaos for. Though in particular the latter. While a party could be fun, he enjoyed messing with people the most. It was so easy to turn a person from carefree to angry, and even easier to direct it at someone else. While the ninja costume seemed interesting as a choice, the man had done nothing to really draw Ghost's attention as of yet. Even if he was tempted to go just because he was pretending to be a ninja. 'It would be amusing to see just how aware he truly is, and if I can sneak up on a "ninja".' He thought to himself with a fanged smile. His eyes would then travel again to the Greek goddess, who he noted also had a cane with her, and her costume had a blindfold through it. He wondered which of the two was truly for show with her, almost curious enough to go up to her. Especially when he saw her take out some playing cards, though he carefully had a practiced look elsewhere to keep her in his peripheral so she would not notice. However, it seemed she would be served by a pirate so Ghost figured he would interact with her later as well.
'That just leaves one target of interest left.' He thought to himself as his eyes would briefly look to Medusa before away. She was in an attractive costume that went well with her, which was fitting for the person she was dressing up as. Curious for now, and not having any available targets for the moment, he would move closer towards her but remained a fair distance away. The bar had plenty of seats after all, and many groups to casually infiltrate. Just close enough to be able to overhear her conversations, as she was talking to another dressed as a vampire. It seemed as though they just met one another there, but the vampire decided to not remain. 'She is showing no interest, perhaps?' He thought to himself. A small smile crept up to his lips as he thought of perhaps sending him back with renewed confidence, but he noticed her move away...And upon nearing a werewolf, began to cry. Ever more curious, Ghost would order a simple glass of water before casually walking through the crowds. It seemed he was intent to join some friends as he made his way into a crowd with friendly enough greeting, but he kept the girl in his peripheral; careful to make sure it was not noticeable. Fairly easy in a dark place with crowds of people, thankfully. While he could not hear all the details, he did catch her first part of being stood up before they secluded themselves, he noted that her crying would stop, and she would get yet more drinks with the person. She had a fair number of drinks in total now, though she barely seemed affected despite it. 'Perhaps a high tolerance for them.' He would think, though it seemed unlikely. He noted something curious though as they ordered drinks, in that she took money from him to pay for it without his notice. Whether it be because he was too inebriated, or a level of trust was yet to be determined. Wanting to better keep things in mind, Ghost would take the chance to excuse himself from his group and head to a nearby table, ordering some food as he tried to listen in. Sadly, she had chosen shortly after to make her exit and go to the powder room.
'Oh well, I may as well enjoy my meal before pursuing this lead.' He thought to himself as he had a nice little snack. He did catch her closing remark though, about needing to go to the powder room. Though he wondered if she would truly be back as he reviewed all he overheard. 'She starts with a vampire who showers her with drinks but grows discontent and leaves. She then cries about being stood up to a werewolf, who also gets her a few drinks...but she excuses herself when they get physical. So, one final piece is...ahh I see.' He thought to himself with a smile as the pieces lined up. The girl seemed to have a costume that matched her nature with the snakes. It seemed she was using the men for drinks, for whatever reason. He only came to this conclusion when he noticed she did not return to the man after a few minutes and spotted her costume still out and about in the bar. Especially with her tears earlier and claiming to have been stood up, it seemed to make much more sense now of her goal here. 'Now...how shall I intervene?' He wondered to himself, as there were a few options. He could be her next "victim" in this case and then turn things on her...or. He smiled as he finished his meal and went to work. He would take a slip of napkin, and carefully break it into two before writing two notes onto it in careful yet feminine handwriting. As he paid for his meal, he found a suitable middleman to do his task. What seemed to be a young vampire who had a bit too much to drink, and after a brief talk, became his vampire thrall. He convinced the thrall to deliver the notes to first the vampire, and then to the werewolf after sneakily slipping it into the kids hand as if just giving him a handshake. He watched the thrall from afar to make sure the notes were delivered to their intended targets...and smiled as it took effect.
What followed was a confrontation in front of Blair as both men met, having been pointed towards her by the vampire thrall. The vampire has been promised a night of passion with his eternal queen, while the werewolf had received a note for help because the girl had spotted an abusive ex and needed her compassionate new companion to save her from him. So, when the vampire called to his queen, claiming for her to be his forever and to follow him as he commanded...the werewolf stepped up by punching him in the face. Both men had been a bit influenced by the drink, so their minds weren't really focused on the civilized route as a fist fight would occur right in front of Blair. The vampire claimed to have been her love and that she sought him out, while the werewolf claimed that she told him to protect her from the vampire and that she was now with him. An embarrassment for sure for the poor girl, as even if it were resolved, it may put a damper on her steady supply of drinks. Especially if she happened to be with someone when it occurred. So far at least, the fight seemed to be kept between the two of them...unless someone else planned to intervene, it may continue until one or both of them were unconscious since both of them seemed lost and focused on the fight alone. Ghost himself leaned against a dark wall, a small smile on his lips as he watched the chaos unfold. Whether this was resolved or not, he was amply entertained. His thrall had been perfect as well, for the boy had had enough to drink that recounting details would be very hard in a place like this...especially with the number of vampires walking about. He kept carefully hidden from the thrall’s field of view though, as he was likely to point out the first vampire he saw if questioned. Which Ghost would make sure was not himself. He was almost tempted to go to interact with the girl, to escort and "console" her from what happened before her eyes. But for now, he was just content with this, leaving the option open for later. 'That just leaves two targets in the meantime...I wonder how they shall react, if at all.' He thought, smile still on his face as he just enjoyed watching people. ☽☾☽☾ Post count: 36 ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ OOC: Outfit/ disguise is the picture minus the cat. If I need to fix anything let me know.
Finishing the drinks that he was given, he wasn't aware of his surroundings. Would think having a passive semblance would be an advantage in this case but when he drink it became harder to use clearly. He wasn't drunk or anything. Not yet, but he had things on his mind. "Bring me a double of whatever that last one was." he comments simply. Tapping his finger against the bar, a commotion was starting to brew. From what he could tell, it had something to do with lovers. The hell was this? Raising an eyebrow, he didn't look but he saw the action. Making his semblance focus as best as he could, he saw a vampire and a werewolf slugging each other with fists. "Invite the public and we have more problems than usual. How does that work? It's almost insanity in the works"
Speaking of insanity. Why are you drinking your life away?
"Oh? No reason. Happens when you live in a grim society" He joked as the commotion continued. When the commotion increased and more people got involved, an onlooker ended up bumping into his back which made him spill his shot that was on the table. That was it! He felt a mild hint of rage that he didn't understand. He knew what it truly was but for now, he had a drink he just paid for and it was gone! Of course the bartender could pour him another one but that beats the point. Looking over to his left, there was an empty bar seat. Picking it up with one hand, he would throw it up into the air and had aimed it for the 2 people that were fighting. Unfortunately his hands were a little slippery and he was maybe more under the influence than he thought. Whatever it was, the chair didn't go for the two fighting. It went and slipped out of his hand and went flying towards a random direction.(Towards Ghost). With the bar stool flying and someone about to get clacked with a bar stool, he prepared for the worst. Who knows, maybe someone will see it coming and dodge it? Maybe it won't actually hit anyone. He did know one thing. Chaos was was starting and with his luck, he may need to throw down. "Well, looks like I might be getting my hands dirty" He adds before taking a chicken wing off the bartender's plate from behind the bar to gain some protein. Plus they were BBQ. No way he was going to get out of sharing.
What was happening? Blue eyes blinked as the scene before her turned into pure destructive chaos. Her two targets coming across one another knowing about one another, this was odd… they were too drunk to pay attention to details unless…. It had to have been someone else. Someone spotted her game. The bartender shot her a glance from a distance and she lightly shrugged her shoulders as indication that she had not caused this. To be honest, she was not surprised that a fight broke out, one was bound to at some point. Although both of them had approached her for clarification, they quickly lost her as their focus as they began to practically go for each other’s throats. Slowly she began to back away, for good reason too, as a chair was hurled at the two brawling, smacking them hard in the head. Her eyes quickly found the one to have done it, of course it had been him, was he aware? Had he caused this? No… that wasn’t the case. Not with the look he had, he clearly knew nothing about the reason behind the fight, nor that she was there.
The two quickly forgot their own brawl as they angrily turned to Hades. ”Min’ ye’ ow ******** businesssss.” They both seemed to yell in drunken unison. Blair raised a hand at the sight and rubbed her eyes. Perhaps I will get a drink after all… She pondered as a way of becoming less aware of what was bound to become an even sadder scene.
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Aquos Dragoa
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Posted: Thu Feb 13, 2020 3:43 pm
♠ ♣ ♦♥Tyche Nerigatti♥♦ ♣ ♠ ♠ ♣ ♦♥"The only sure thing about luck is that it will change. Luck never gives; it only lends."♥♦ ♣ ♠
Tyche would look around discreetly while she waited for the barman to return with her order. Deciding it couldn't hurt as she looked to the darkened room through her semi-sheer blindfold, intrigued by the going-ons. Though it was peaceful, she had a feeling it might not be for long. The view did not disappoint; as a fight broke out across the club."My, my."She sighed softly, slightly amused until the chair was flying at random into the commotion. A small smile crossed her lips as the pirate waiter had returned, skillfully placing a black crystal goblet filled with a deep red liquid within it, before her on the table and bowed with a flirtatious smile.
"Hm, it seems I shall have to wait."She decided as the barman left to do other duties. Enjoying the show despite the obstacle, a sigh escaped her lips as such things quickly become interesting. As most things with people do. Going back to her cards, she shuffled them quietly, thoughtfully. The smallest of metal clicks made as she did, though muted by the cacophony in the room. Once they were shuffled, she rested them to her right, and decided to take a taste of the drink. Setting it back down on the table before starting a solitary game of pyramid.
▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ Ghost would watch the scene unfold with amusement as the woman backed away from her "would-be lovers". It was incredibly satisfying to see his plan come together so perfectly, as well as to have delightful chaos. Both men believed themselves to be the hero of the story, the just against the wicked, when in truth both were the victims made into villains. 'Truly a fitting role for this evening of monsters and horror.' He thought with a slight smile to his pale face. His eyes would remain focused on them even as their fight would move from its original space, and much closer to his own. While he did worry on it, and tried to keep his distance, he wanted to enjoy the show further. And that was when he saw it; a flash of movement as something was sent flying in his direction. He would instinctively back away, but there seemed to be no need for it. The chair would be intercepted by tonight's entertainment... temporarily breaking up the brawling duo. Seeing the festivities temporarily interrupted, Ghost's eyes would turn to try and find the source, finding it to be one of the people he was interested in earlier by the fact there was a absent stool by him. Though the man seemed momentarily distracted by something else at the counter. 'Perhaps the fun isn't quite over yet.' He thought to himself as he noticed the two brawlers as they yelled to the man and seemed intent on enacting revenge. It seemed the man, whatever his intention, was only going to make things more interesting.
One thing Ghost did know was that it was cutting it close to remain where he was, as he was almost the victim of said chair. 'Perhaps a change of location can allow me to enjoy the show while not being part of it.' He thought to himself as his eyes scanned around before noting another person of interest. The woman dressed as a goddess. He would see a pirate barman with her, offering her a blood red drink in a black crystal goblet, before departing. It was curious to Ghost to see the woman alone, as he assumed most who would enter here would have some plan to meet up with others or some such thing. 'I wonder what brings a goddess to a place like this all alone.' He silently thought to himself. The first girl he had watched had proven interesting and deceptive, which was an enjoyable treat to cause chaos for. But this one seemed more separated and isolated, so no such games could be played. And while he enjoyed a fight, he would rather watch to see how the man would fare against two drunkard men. The woman from before would be worth visiting in future, if she chose to remain here this evening. Perhaps posing as a sympathetic soul to what occurred just moments ago. So, his decision was made up. With the grace of vampire, Ghost would calmly and confidently walk towards the booth that the goddess resided, taking note of her shuffling the cards before doing a solitary game of pyramid. He would stop just in front, and offer a formal bow to her. "Apologies for the disturbance goddess, but I was wondering if I may have the honor of joining your company on this evening?" He would ask, a small smile touching his lips after he had spoken as he paused momentarily before a flash of recognition would cross his eyes. "I am curious to know why the goddess of luck, or at least a follow of hers, graces us with her presence tonight. Perhaps... even to see if I am yet still in her good graces, if you'd do so for me." He would add, smile growing as he spoke and recognized who she was dressed as. Luck was one such thing he believed in, for good and ill. It took the cards, along with her costume, for him to realize who she was dressed as. ☽☾☽☾ Post count: 42 ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ OOC: Outfit/ disguise is the picture minus the cat. If I need to fix anything let me know.
♠ ♣ ♦♥Tyche Nerigatti♥♦ ♣ ♠ ♠ ♣ ♦♥"The only sure thing about luck is that it will change. Luck never gives; it only lends."♥♦ ♣ ♠
Tyche silently took note of her surroundings, the few times she did look up. It did not escape her attentions as she looked up and saw someone coming in her direction while she played her game. Assuming the young man was just on his way to someone/somewhere else, she finished her game; claiming the King of Spades as the last in the pyramid. Little did she know that He would end up right before her. Hearing an alluring voice touching her ears, she looked up; slightly surprised he had guessed correctly. That was something she was not used to; even if there were followers like herself.
It pleased her, and now made sense why she was brought here as he continued to speak. A small smile played her lips as she indicated for the vampire to take the seat across from her. As she spoke, she would take her cards and begin to shuffle them."It is quite alright. It's not often I meet another follower, or at least someone that actually knows of her,"She replied, her voice carrying a soft rasp that holds a naturally dark allure as she spoke."If you'd like, we can play a game of chance, if you dare,"She continued, her tone playful as she shuffled them for a third time then stopped."Hm, so this might be an interesting evening after all."Tyche thought to herself. Setting the cards in a neat stack in between them, she watched the man carefully, but her manner was casual for herself."Please, cut the deck,"She instructed smoothly. After the deck was cut, she would place the uncut deck atop the other and return the cards to a neat stack between them before she would moving further.
▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ Ghost would watch her casually as a small smile crossed her lips, as she gestured for him to sit, and her begin to shuffle her cards in front of him. A small, fanged smile, would cross his lips as he would take the seat offered to him in a graceful manner, remaining seated almost elegantly. Dark yet amusing thoughts crossing his mind at the implications to that simple act of inviting him in, given his costume. He mused on whether he should reveal such things to her, or if he should just remain silent in regards to it. Her speaking allowed him a better chance to try and study her while also pondering on what he should say himself. He would note her voice was a soft rasp that seemed to carry dark allure. It felt, to a degree, like he had met a fellow predator. As if they were both sizing the other up to see if they could best the other. 'Like a game of cat and mouse.' He thought to himself with a smile. She would confirm she was a follower of Lady fate, something he was unsure of if she was an actual one or just for fun as a costume. It was a lucky guess on his end, given she was from a pantheon that was hard to distinguish at times. He not being particularly familiar with it, and needed to see the cards to recognize it as Lady luck. One he in particular had some interest in. She would then ask if he would like to play a game of chance... 'If I dared...how can I resist?' He thought to himself with an internal smile. He could hear the playfulness in her voice, feeling akin to a cat playing with a mouse as she shuffled the deck for a third time...to which he noticed a peculiar sound from the deck, despite the ambient noise around the. His eyes would briefly glance towards the cards themselves, seemingly with a curious interest, before going back to the woman.
As she would ask, no instruct, him to cut the deck...his smile grew as a hand carefully reached to the deck. He had thoughts to disobey of course, as was always present in his nature, but he was curious to where it would lead so did not question or resist her order. As his hand would touch the deck, he would slowly feel the card on the top, then gingerly on the sides. 'Ah, so that was the peculiar sound.' He thought, feeling the sharp metal of the cards. Especially on the sides. It seems her cards were no ordinary ones and with their edge...he wondered as to their use. With how deftly she had shuffled it as well proved she was quite skilled with dealing in them. A thought crossed his mind, and he acted on it. "How can I resist such a challenge? After all, you took the risk to invite a vampire to you." He would say with a fanged smile as his eyes would begin to glow, something he did to add for dramatic effect...but also activating his semblance. Also, if she were privy to mythos, revealing that he could not join her lest she invited him in as she did with the silent gesture earlier. He would not have sat down otherwise. He would keep his eyes trained on her, but his hands would gracefully yet and carefully act as he would cut the deck. While there was nothing too fanciful to it, he would do so deftly and in a manner where he could not be cut. All the while keeping his eyes on her to study her expression and, likely unbeknownst to her, reading her aura. Once done with the cards, he would slide it forward for her to take and noticed, from his peripheral vision, her place the uncut deck atop it. "So, what game of chance shall we play to test both our lucks? It only seems fitting that two believers in Luck should participate after all. That is, if you feel fate shall favor you." He would say in a playfully challenging tone, glowing eyes locked to hers. If she wanted to provoke him into it earlier, he saw it fair game to challenge her similarly. He knew now what her game of luck entailed, but he felt there was potential danger to it. In what shape it would be? He was entirely unsure. Though he had learned a few things of her at least; she was talented in reading others, and she was naturally adept at being at the right place at the right time. Recalling their location relative to the others...he could see why it may be advantageous to her. He wondered how much she had been able to glean of him as well. ☽☾☽☾ Post count: 46 ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ OOC: Outfit/ disguise is the picture minus the cat. If I need to fix anything let me know.
♠ ♣ ♦♥Tyche Nerigatti♥♦ ♣ ♠ ♠ ♣ ♦♥"The only sure thing about luck is that it will change. Luck never gives; it only lends."♥♦ ♣ ♠
Observing the stranger across from her booth by sea blue eyes behind the blindfold carefully, his fanged smile was a welcome sight. Her interest in this naturally dangerous predator seemed aware that she too was one. The meaning of inviting such a deadly and alluring monster was not lost on the young woman; flirting with danger was a thrill after all. As he would take a card or two, she resisted smiling as her guest seemed to avoid drawing his own blood before cutting the deck. Quietly, she would mentally applaud his willingness to take up her challenge."But of course, life would be boring without a little risk every now and then,"She retorted casually.
She was aware of his curiosity though, and the fact that she was being observed as his eyes glowed; a pleasant surprise. Once the deck was cut by his careful hand, the test of Lady Luck could begin. A small smile played her lips as she would pick up the deck and place a card before him, faced down before doing the same in front of herself. Then the deck was neatly set off to the right."Let's see how you fare."Tyche thought calmly, curious as her smile grew a little as he asked what game would be played."We shall see whom she favors tonight."She smiled amusedly, intrigued how he could be so casual with her; one of many killers in the room, she figured before continuing,"The game is simple enough. Before us lay a card, whoever has the highest card wins,"She explained calmly, meeting his brightened eyes through the fabric. She almost had the feeling he could see past it as well, but didn't address it...for now."You still have a chance to pull out."she thought, though she had a feeling he would not be doing so as they would ready to flip their cards.
