Welcome to Gaia! ::

Luc enters the tavern. Though he should be exited to be back in town after dissapearing for a week, he keeps his face shrowded in the darkness from his hooded cloak. He takes a seat at the bar, and asks for the usual. After pouring the powder into the glass of hot water he recived from the barkeep. He then sips his tea in silence.

A rather distraught angelic looking woman comes in setting her large spiky shield and hammer down by the door. She walks up to the bar and orders something to drink. Her teary eyes stare into the distance. She is obviously quite upset about something. She receives her drink and sips at it gingerly, her mind lost in her thoughts.

The girl glances up form her drink. To look at the man that had addressed him. To her slight surprise she found him to be a dark looking and disfigured character. Not the usual smuk who would try comfort her or get into her pants. She looked at him through her tear stained eyes. "I’m afraid not, unless you could somehow magically bring my boyfriend back to me."

"He’s not dead." She interjected quickly almost as if she was trying to convince herself as much as him. "…or at least… I don’t know. He simply disappeared one day. All his belongings were there but he had vanished. No one has heard from him since." The girl goes back to her drink taking a deep swig of the dark brown liquid. She did not know what it was, all she cared was that it had a high alcohol content. She then stared right into the mans eyes. "There is no worse pain then in not knowing what has happened. If he is alive or dead or suffering I do not know. I cannot have any closure. I have been searching for him ever since."

The girl set down her drink and wiped her eyes a bit. “Thank you, I might take you up on that advice. However, for right now I need to drink. If I don’t wash my troubles down every once in a while they tend to overwhelm me. You need not leave; your presence is in fact keeping the local hopefuls from bothering me. By the way I don’t believe we have introduced ourselves. The name is Veet, Veet Corsica.” The girl seemed to pull herself together a bit. Speaking to someone else about her troubles seemed to lighten her burden. Either that or the alcohol was beginning to have its calming affect.

Veet laughed a little at Talos’s comment about her name. She always thought her name was ugly sounding though she never felt motivated enough to try and change it. She didn’t know what to think about the poetry, it just wasn’t her thing. Veet knew she wasn’t by any means a sophisticated woman. The only school she ever attended was the school of hard knocks. She knew she was being flirted with but she didn’t really care, the attention distracting her from her worries. However, she wondered if it was him or the wine speaking. She takes another swig form her drink and smiles back. “I see, it must be nice to be able collect something.”

"Its all a man can live for sometimes..." enigmatically he let that statement end and took another drink of his wine refilling the partially empty glass. "I've never met many angels before you, must understand for me this conversation is a rare treat. I try to keep a steady lifetime between me and those pearly gates. Yet I feel I may have learned more about you then what you have simply said tonight. I have spoiled this company of our with too much wine I'm afraid Perhaps at some point when you wish to pick up the search for your lost love I will join you, As a friend and someone who wishes they could find their loved one still amongst them..." His words now becoming more and more inconsistent he stood rather rigidly bowing to the angel who had captivated him both mind and heart and walked quite simply from the tavern, making sure no one could catch the streak running down his mask.