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 Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2005 1:50 pm
"A beer would be fine, thanks," she replied. Staring at him, she noticed how his hair never seemed to move. Still, it revealed enough of his eyes for her to tell that they seemed...cold. It was like he had cut himself off from the rest of the world. She could hardly sense any life from him. Like a walking corpse.
Even after discovering that, he didn't seem to look like a psychic. He was thin... She had always imagined a psychic to be dressed in a black cape with a dark presence. This man...he radiated no presence at all.
Na'fiel brushed a few stray, blue hairs out of her eyes. Blue hair wasn't all that uncommon in this place, however, natural hair of her colour, was. She was wearing a comfortable dark blue tee-shirt and tight fitting black jeans. Her hair was up in a ponytail, held there by a common elastic.
Once again, her eyes scanned the room. Who else could possibly be the psycic? Was it one of the figures who entered the room after herself? There were only a few people in the room. If only the letter had detailed what this person looked like... What did psychic's look like?
Turning her eyes downward to the table, she traced the grains, absently, with a finger. Shadows, huh? What are they...why are they moving?
((Gar...another short one...bleh))
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2005 2:22 pm
Dameon nods and pours a drink pulling it back over and handing it to her with a smile from under that hair. "Here you go then Miss. Hope you enjoy it and that'll be 3 dollars." He holds his hand out slightly. He was devoid of any presence, for the simple reason that it wouldn't be that easy for them to find that which they had come for.
He was told that. These were supposed to find him. He was not to let them find him. Be cautious around as you would around those you once were friends with. He had his instructions and so felt he had to follow them all the way through. It wasn't like he was impossible to find.
A person could feel the walls protecting the place from intrusions. It was as if someone was protecting the bar from being looked into by other psychics. He wasn't trying to protect where the source of the walls. That man behind the bar...or maybe that suspicious woman with the darting eyes, or the large creature possibly a bull, or something else other than that.
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2005 3:17 pm
Giving the man a withering look across from her she stood up quickly, making the man flinch suddenly. The dark woman stood there a moment before walking away to the bar. Her feeling that this was going to be a good night was fading fast.
Then as she looked around she wondered how she could have been so stupid... Blue hair, mamoth with horns.. and a bartender with an odd air about him. Frowning slightly she went up to the bar and sat down on a stool dejectedly.. giving a slight wave to the bartender as she dug out her wallet from her back pocket. She had been here a few times before, but never really been to the bar. Slaping a five down on the bar she waited for him to come by and ask her her preference.. Zaniah favored fruity drinks since beer and other hard liqures tasted too much like mushroom beer..
"Blood and ashes... Who is this son of a tikk'tikki I'm suppose to meet.." The drow muttered under her breath, feeling extreamly put out and frustrated about now.
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2005 3:43 pm
Dameon saw the drow and walked over taking the five and predictably asking. "What would you like Miss? Name's Dameon by the way and I'll be serving you tonight. I'm not sure who you mean Miss, maybe he'll come to see you sometime soon eh?"
The man who had made him do this had told him that even if he thought he knew that they were a part of the people he was summoning that he could not and would not allow them entrance or tell them where he was without that pass. There were many people out looking for 'him' and 'he' didn't want anyone to find him.
Dameon thought it odd but it didn't matter. They had to find the psychic and ask him about the shadows in that question. He was to respond with, "They move even more in the daytime, and then mentally direct them to the area where 'he' was waiting for them. Dameon would follow his directions and would not let others hear their words if that phrase was spoken. He was careful and would not allow himself leeway here, or even these people in front of him.
That man in the corner did flinch horribly. He snarled though, Irish from the looks of it and rose. "Ae lassy! Ew the feck do you thank ou are! Ou can't jus come in ere and start actin like dat! We ave as much right as ou do ta ba ere. So bugger off ye b***h!" The man had a snarl on his face and hand in his leather jacket seeming to be making a fist. He wasn't happy and he really wasn't in a good mood that night...at all.
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2005 4:35 pm
Na'fiel placed the money on the counter and drank with large gulps. She obviously didn't have any trouble holding in her alcohol. Seeing the drow-like woman sit down and hearing her words, she was almost positive that she, too, was here to meet the psychic. Now...to find out who he was...
The bartender still intrigued her. He seemed to have a good sense of humor and yet...he seemed like an empty shell, of sorts. It was like he was preventing anyone from seeing his true nature. Almost like...he was hiding?
Interesting... she thought. Could he be the one that they were supposed to meet? Taking another look at his skinny frame, her mind was filled with doubt. Turning towards the drow lady, she decided to strike up a conversation.
"Are you looking for the shadows?" she asked. It was subtle, but if this woman really was here for the same reason as herself, then she would know what Na'fiel was talking about.
Or, so she hoped.
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2005 6:52 pm
Letting her head drop a little she raised her hand, and flipped the man off before saying to the bartender..
"Tabu.. just give me the bottle please.." Looking at him the drow noticed that he had very odd eyes. The tension in his shoulders also spoke of a secret he was trying to keep. If there was anything Zaniah actually understood about any humanoid race on this planet, it was that you could read their bodies like an open book.
Tilting her head to the side slightly, curiosity replaced her frustration. Then, upon hearing the blue-haired girl near her speak, Zani gave a small start and stared at the girl a moment before looking back at the bartender suspiciously..
"Yes, Just Tabu please.." She assued herself.
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2005 7:07 pm
Dameon nodded as he turned grabbing a bottle of the desired liquid. He would then set it down taking the other ladies money. He rang them both up and put their money away, his back turned to the man who was now hopping mad.
The Irish man who had been speaking seemed a great deal madder. His orange hair shaking with his body. He spit curses out at her fumbling in his pocket and then it came out. It glinted and his hand flicked twice before the shine left his hand soundlessly reaching across the room toward her. She would not notice the blade as he back was too him and she had already dismissed him.
He grinned as it flipped around, making no noise through the air yet that skinny scrawly man flicked his head to the blade, as it flipped through the air it seemed to. Move? It missed the drow by inches, the whizz apparant as Dameon moved to the side letting it embed itself into the wall of wood. He looks at it and then at the awestruck Irish man. Dameon's voice spoke out to him. "I suggest you leave sir...we don't look kindly on weapons or people like that in here...drink is on the house...just leave...now." Dameon's eyes pierced through the hair and struck a fear into that Irish man that he had never known before. He left quickly, no one else would ever see his face change, or anything waver to show that he had projected an aura of fear around him. At least he would feel a bit more humility...
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2005 8:27 pm
Grinning as her acute ears picked up the blade zipping through the air, she gave the blade, now stuck about an inch into the wall behind the bar, a cooly arched eyebrow before looking up at the man. The magic sensitive drow had felt something change behind her, something change about the knife Zaniah was sure was going straight for her back.
That suspicious look appeared once more on her face as she looked at the pupiless man. If anything, the blade aimed at her back seemed to have cheered her greatly as she whispered just under her breath, she knew he would hear her whether she spoke it or not, so for the second time that night she repeated..
"Looks like the shadows are moving again.." Just barely audible to her own ears let alone someone elses..
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2005 9:07 pm
She shrugged as she got no reply from the drow woman. Apparently, either she did not know what the mermaid was talking about, or, she just didn't want to talk about it.
Just then, she saw the knife. It whizzed through the air. Everything seemed to warp...or was it just the blade? Either way, the glint of steel was off it's desired mark. Na'fiel raised an eyebrow. That weapon had true aim, it couldn't have just...just... She eyed the bartender; unless...
"Looks like the shadows are moving again," she said, softly, only moments after she heard the drow mutter something also. This was the man. He had to be. Only a psychic would be able to do such a thing... He must be the one that she, or they, were looking for.
Whatever was happening here, it was serious. Deadly, so. The letter had detailed something about the 'shadow kind' disappearing. Still, that wasn't explaining much. Who was doing this? Why were they doing it and why was Na'fiel involved? It was all so...confusing.
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2005 9:07 pm
Dameon didn't seem to hear her as he turned his face from the retreating Irish man. He turned to look at the knife in the wall and at that instant his voice, directed and spoken in a way that only she could hear it said, "They move much more in the daytime Miss...Congratulations on being the first one."
He pulled the blade from the wall and snapped it back into its' sheath. He then tossed it under the counter. He leaned on the counter then and his voice spoke into her mind clearly and crisply. Go to the bathrooms, as if you need to use them, make sure none is behind you and go to the mirror. Crouch down to touch the lower right corner of the wall. You'll hear a voice that will say 'Come through.'
At this point step not through the wall but the mirror. You will appear in a dark corridor and if you look behind you then you can see through into the hall. Walk down that black corridor, one foot in front of another and after about 15 feet will run into a door. Open it and walk into the torch lit room...'he' is waiting for you.
Now don't look at me any more than to ask me to hold your drink. No inclination of showing that you've heard any of this is to be known. Every person must realize who they must speak with...go quickly. May the gods watch over you...you'll need it.
He yawns a bit showing no sign of ever speaking to her through telepathy. His eyes wandering about looking for people who needed refills. He had no lapse in his movements. He was experienced as a psychic obviously and let onto nothing. He never would.
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2005 9:36 pm
Dameon hadn't even glanced at Na'fiel but had delivered the same message, word for word to her, except he told her to wait about 10 minutes or so before heading to the bathroom to try and find 'him.' He rested upon the counter his eyes glancing about looking among their drinks smiling again as if that man had never been there. He stretched his legs a bit, waiting for the large one and the speed demon, wherever the hell he was to show up and/or ask about the shadows with that question.
He didn't so much as sigh, his blank aura didn't change. Only that protection shield that was around them all shifted to where it concentrated a bit more toward the hallway and nothing else. He stood there breathing slowly, evenly and in thought about these things. Such a slow day...at least something interesting was going on for him to entertain himself with.
((This is an edit to my last post because I was too lazy to edit it and plus I'm about to go to bed...it's late and I need all the beauty rest I can get 3nodding whee talk to every...this morning xd byes))
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2005 9:46 pm
((NUUUU!! CURSE YOU GAIA!! ERASE MY POST WILL YOU!! scream And I'm soooo sorry Landa.. I thought you were talking to the bartender xd stressed sweatdrop ))
Her lip twitched slightly as if about to smirk, the only sign that she had heard his reply at all. 'About flaming time, after that escapade with that mad man..'
Her shock was well hidden at having a foreign voice inside her head, her dark, slender hands rested on the bar for a moment before smoothing raising overhead for Zaniah to give a great stretching yawn. Bringing them back down with a sigh she nabbed her drink off the bar top and chugged half of it down before setting it back on the wooden surface.
"Dameon is it? Well boy, could you watch my drink while I take a trip to the powder room? It would be greatly appreciated.." Zani spoke as she rose off her stool to walk to the restroom doors with a swagger. Pushing the swinging door open with a gentle shove she stepped into the dimly lit room as the door closed behind her. Black lights under the sinks gave the whole room an eerie bluish-purple glow.
Using those sensitive ears, the drow listened for sounds of anyone in the stalls before going to stand in front of the mirror. Crouching down, she reached out and touched the corner as instructed, and jumped slightly at the voice telling her to 'Come through.'
Doing as the voice commanded she took a deep breath before stepping towards the mirror, expecting to hit the cold, glassy surface any moment... Instead to her surprise a pleasantly warm, rippling feeling passed over her and she found herself in the pitch black hallway.
This is where she stopped to finally think.. 'What in the nine hells am I doing? I came here just because of an intruiging note and wind up in a dark corridor without even my dagger on me...' After she battled with herself mentally a few more moments she made up her mind..
'Got this far already, might as well go all the way..' And with that she walked, toes to heels, untill she felt the door just in front of her. Reaching out to grasp the cold metal nob, those dark hands tiwsted it and pushed it open to reveal the flickering torches of the room the bartender had described.
Seeing no one in the room, Zaniah walked in a few feet, closing the door behind her and noticing that a few more exits were closed across the room.
"Blood and bloody ashes, if this is someone's idea of a practical joke.. then it's not funny..." The drow spoke softly, dark eyes searching for any kind of nook or cranny that this man might have lodged himself into.
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2005 10:01 pm
((It's okay ^^))
Na'fiel didn't give a response, but she knew what to do. When the drow woman got up to leave, she suspected that she had recieved the same, or similar message. Downing the rest of her drink, she smiled at the bartender.
"Thanks Dameon," she said, dropping a tip on the counter before getting up. Instead of walking out the front door, she, too went into the bathroom. If anyone thought it was odd that people were going into the bathroom and not coming out, they didn't express it.
After going inside nad making sure that it was safe, she touched the corner of the wall. Even though Na'fiel had been warned beforehand, she was still startled when the voice beckoned her to 'Come in.'
"I am going to feel very stupid if this is all a joke," she muttered, closing her eyes and walking straight into the mirror. A strange sensation passed over her. Instead of feeling the predicted 'smack' into glass, it was like walking through water. When her eyes opened, she found herself in a dark hallway. When she turned around, she was surprised to see, not the mirror, but the rest of the hallway that continued down. Her footsteps echoed in the darkness as she made her way down the hall, finding the door with ease.
"So this is it..." she thought. She pushed open the door and walked into the gloom.
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2005 10:06 pm
((Ho boy. o.o; All that reading. @__@; I'm behiiiinnndddd~~~!!!!!))
Z'Kort strode into the bar, blatantly, obviously, and loudly. Glancing around, he grinned and walked over to the bartender. It'd be the likely place to say the words on the letter. The elf smiled widely at the man, revealing a billion kilowatt smile.
Silence.
"...?" He blinked, confused. Wasn't Kort supposed to say something. Yes, there were words, pass codes, on that letter. The letter which he had left in the car. "Ah! Good sir, one moment please!" Another smile and he dashed outside. Blinking against the quick change of light, the speed demon looked around. There was something missing to the scenery. Hadn't he parked in front of the bar? Exactly in front of it?
A moment passed as he stood there, spacing out. The space before him was empty. He had parked in front of the bar. It clicked.
"MY CAR!!! MY GOD DAMN VIPER!!! HOLY--!!!" He began cussing, elaborate and beautiful consonants flowing out of his mouth. They weren't English, either. In fact, it was Elvan.
The stolen vehicle wasn't the issue, it had probably been towed off. Without him to bargain over it, there would be no questions asked. But the fact that his pass code was in the letter IN THE CAR was what tipped the scales. He stomped over to a tree, tore a branch off it and slammed it into the nearest car. It didn't actually matter that Kort didn't know who it belonged to. It DID matter that he needed to vent.
With "delicate" strength, the elf beat the car into a mechanical pulp. Finished, he dropped the branch and walked back into the bar, his glistening sweat only adding to the glow around him from the glamour.
Sending another sweet smile to the bartender, Kort leaned against the counter and looked off to the right. "So, uh, shadows," he nodded, another charming smile. "Yeah, they're-uhm-walking around."
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2005 6:47 am
Dameon looks at the elf, watching his pitiful attempts and futile movements. He knew this man was one, and he had found the right person out of assumptions...but he hadn't said the passcode correctly. From watching him, it seemed he had left the letter in the car and the car was no longer out front. He just hoped that his own car had been parked in the right place. Safely in the shade near a tree...
Dameon wasn't watching the outside so he wouldn't know anything about the tree but he was having a difficult time letting such an irresponsible person in to see 'him.' This was after a serious thing. He speaks as he did to the drow, without moving his lips or head but not speaking in his mind. "Unfortunately the shadows don't walk...maybe you meant something else?"
Meanwhile in the back while the drow and the mermaid were looking about the room for a man who would have sent for them a voice, powerful and filled with things that no language could convey flooded the room, yet no echos moved about. Only their minds heard it. 'Sit. At the table for 5 and wait. A practical joke would not be this elaborate Zaniah. Same to you Na'fiel. Sit down and be silent with your thoughts and lips. Lest you say something unneeded. The others will be in here soon...'
That man...was not in the room. In fact he was sitting out in the bar watching everyone. He wasn't noticable by any means, and seemed like a normal drunk at the moment. The only oddity was he was sitting with his back to the door and across the table from where the Irish man had been...Zaniah had sat right beside him without ever noticing anything.
He had wanted it that way and so it had been. She assumed the shady character of the Irish man would be the psychic, odd he thought. He was now watching Z'Kort and Arkus. He was finding them very interesting. His voice resonated more like a person remembering something than actually speaking it. He slipped through Dameon's barrier without ever letting him know that though.
"It looks like the Shadows are moving again..." Were the words that resonated in his mind like a memory. He would never know that he had just been helped.
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