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 Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 11:07 pm
M'lady Malady
All Hail Our Overlord OVERLORD of Chaos
[Welcome] || [Exterior] || [Interior] || [Staff] || [Reserved]
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M'lady Malady is a very special place, as these oddly shaped buildings often are. It is a safe haven for all things magickal, though perhaps it is more like neutral ground, for if one is truly on the run from for some terrible crime, one will find no sanctuary in M'lady's.
Besides its extra designation as neutral ground, M'lady's serves a good variety of food, and while it's food is perhaps not the best in town it's not that bad either.
Welcome to M'lady's - try not to stare at the patrons at the back tables, we don't care how many extra limbs they're growing - they've got seniority.
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 11:10 pm
Facade
Judge all books by their covers [Welcome] || [Exterior] || [Interior] || [Staff] || [Reserved]
~*~ On the shoddier side of town (though certainly removed from the slums) lies a none-too-cleanly looking restaurant bearing the title M'lady Malady. It appears to be a somewhat large, two-leveled establishment constructed of wood in the style of the Roman baths - or perhaps an Aztec temple. More like some b*****d child of the two, with a little bit of good ol' fashioned warehouse stuck in the middle of the architectural menage a trois. In any case, the building, while far from unremarkable, is somewhat rundown in appearance.
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 11:13 pm
Hearth and Home
Home is where the heart stops [beating] [Welcome] || [Exterior] || [Interior] || [Staff] || [Reserved]
~*~ The interior of M'lady's is more posh than its exterior, though not by much. The master prefers to keep his domain cleanly, though, and while the main restaurant and bar are no pictures of wealth, they're kept quite well. The main dining area resembles the older pubs one may still find in some parts of the world, if somewhat larger than average.
If one is on special terms with the master or with one of his more prestigious regulars - or if one books - there are a variety of other rooms available, most in a high-class sort of decorum more on par with fancy restaurants and lounges than the everyday, relaxed atmosphere of the front of M'lady's. On the second floor, there are also a number of private meeting rooms designed for the strictly neutral interaction between two magickal practitioners/beings.
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 11:20 pm
Authority
That Inspector thinks he's something, but it's me who runs this town~ [Welcome] || [Exterior] || [Interior] || [Staff] || [Reserved]
~*~ Master
000Ambrose Fellowes is a polished, urbane zombie. Yes, zombie. No, he's not alive. Yes, he does rot. No, you may not touch. How he came by M'lady's and what he did while he was alive are not knowledge open to the public domain. What is known about the master is that he is a) talented in certain kinds of blood magic and b) absolutely adverse to helping anyone out beyond the managerial interests of his establishment. Usually dressed in a tuxedo.
Damage Control
000Eden.
Lookout/Security Rookie
000Peregrine Kingsley.
Positions Available...?
000The master's always got an eye out for the useful employee or two - it's so hard to keep a hand on truly neutral souls. That's not to say he's been unknown to hire the occasional good or evil creature, provided they can keep a leash on their instincts while on the job... A few of the regular positions involved in running M'lady's include:
Waiter
Bartender
Security (All kinds - from the ones who keep an eye out for fights to those who go out and take a more... 'active' role in the patron's affairs - from arranging meetings to researching potential threats.)
Host
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 11:22 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 11:30 pm
You know what? F*ck moping. F*ck skulking. And f*ck the lot of the bastards too. He was getting out of that damned house before it reduced him to more useless whining. Veda was no good at a time like this, when what you wanted wasn't a wall to shout at but something to interact with that didn't drive you f*cking crazy.
Marks stormed back to M'lady's, armed with a temper, among other things, and ready to either take it out on something [read: someone], or, you know, if the opportunity rubbed him the right way, channel it creatively. But cooking just didn't cut it anymore. He needed something, he wasn't sure what, but he wasn't going to find it at the Townhouse.
Thus did Marks return to the scene of the 'crime', where he'd attempted to make a bad situation worse and, to his chagrin, failed. Better luck this time?
The demon stepped into the establishment with a threatening sort of grace, radiating 'Come on, bite me - I f*cking dare you' like an old-fashioned, teenaged, king-of-the-world hunter. With bigger teeth. He needed a drink. To remedy that desire, Marks moved to the bar, dark hair falling in front of his face as it did when he grew careless or irritated, attention sparking at sudden movements and the promise of raised hackles and deep snarls glinting in feral shimmer in his eyes.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 12:15 am
Hmm. He had seated himself in the corner of the bar, sipping at some wine..writhing a bit at the taste. Ah, how he couldn't stand it--He needed blood. Licking his lips, he glanced towards the one who had come in raging. Arching a brow, he continued to sip at his drink, closing his eyes and pausing. He didn't know whether to approach or not, since he seemed pissed.
Pushing himself to stand, he chugged down the rest of the wine, setting the glass down onto the bar. Shifting over towards Marks, he gave a weak, forced smile, trying to be friendly--though it was like approaching a wild animal.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 2:08 pm
Though he had initially paid little if no attention at all to the unicorn when he stood, Marks balked and narrowed his eyes at the approach. Did someone want to die? F*cking hell. "Can I help you?" he purred, low and dark, one eyebrow arched in proposal of sudden attack.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 5:28 pm
Smirking a bit, he slipping himself into the seat beside the other, setting his elbow to the bar lazily. "It's probably not a good idea to wander in here like are you," he purred right back, smirking slowly. Tapping his fingers to the top of the bar, he leaned back a bit, showing that he meant no harm to the angered one before him.
"Wouldn't want you getting hurt, would we?" Samael added, and glanced towards the bartender, who was staring. He narrowed his eyes, and made sure the man wandered off before looking back to Marks.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 5:54 pm
Crossing his arms on the table, slowly reaching inside himself and bringing out the less aggressive, calmer aspect of his current irritation, Marks considered the unicorn's words in absolute silence, lips pressed together slightly as he nodded. Then, slowly, creepingly, he turned to face the pale boy and, "What are you talking about?" his voice was soft, a little sarcastic.
Whatever it was, clearly ignorant of the nature of M'lady Malady.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 6:25 pm
Giving a light sigh, he turned and mimicked the other male's stance, crossing his arms on the bar. But, he laid his cheek down against them, instead. He grinned, "So bitter," he murmured, not really answering his question, but the look on his face did. He just gave the male a curious, amused look..and sighed gently, not daring to close his eyes while the male seemed so...unhappy.
"I would offer some aid to you," he mumbled, "But I'm doubting you'd want it."
He paused, and laughed once more, "I'm Samael." The vampire was obviously in a decent mood...
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 6:43 pm
"Is it that clear I think somebody needs some serious dying?" Marks asked in a mock mournful tone, barely managing to pull off humor in his sour mood. His expression, dour but apathetic rather than angry at this point, pulled into a somewhat confused cast as he looked over Samael. "What are you, anyway - the Good Fairy meets Satan in Disneyland?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 6:50 pm
Rolling his eyes, he shrugged a single shoulder lazily. Sitting back up, he crossed his arms behind his back, stretching it out slowly. "Just not in the mood for this--" He paused, and wrinkled his nose, "Calm...atmosphere..to be ruined by someone ripping someone else's throat out."
Purring to himself, though, he licked his lips, "It'd waste quite a bit of blood.."
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 7:11 pm
No use protesting that he wasn't out for a little brawl or something. That'd clear things up - violence was so damned simple. "What, is this your turf? Should I not be poaching on it?" he asked with bared teeth, a clear challenge - and one, something in the back of his mind protested, that was rather pointless. This guy wasn't about to get riled by mere words, that something insisted, what was the point of being all ornery?
Because he didn't feel like getting along with anyone right now, damnit. It was a guy thing.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 7:40 pm
Breaking into a laugh, he set his chin to his palm, merely smirking and chuckling at the threatening, aggressive nature of this male. "No, do as you wish." He murmured, tapping his claws against his cheek, "Do I not get your name, though?" His tone kept up that rolling purr, as if to attempt to calm the other down.
Samael tilted his head, and thought this all over quietly. "If you really need to release that anger, go ahead and yell." Samael was a rather calm, timid vampire--well, not timid. More calm and reserved. He'd probably sit back and allow the other to scream and snarl at him to his heart's content. He'd just rather not be in, or see, a fight.
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