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The night air was crisp as he drew in a single breath. Shivering almost as the white mist left his breath. Something about this night would be different, the male could simply feel it in the air. Heisting a moment, as an old carriage passed him on the road. Stopping in front of the old inn. A woman stepped out wearing a rather large dress. Obviously of a nobility of some sort. He paid no mind as he opened the same door to the inn. Stepping inside. A couple patrons looked over towards the male.

They would first notice his long white hair, and sultry brown eyes. Or maybe even how large and massive the man was. He stood about His clothing was a bit disheveled, as if he had a very long night. He wore a large pair of black boots with his deep brown pants tucked into them. A long black over coat covered most of his features. Although you were able to see the whiteness his skin held. The man was very pale in fact. But not sickly. Their eyes would also catch the crossbow tied to his back.

He stepped up to the bar. Waiting before he got the barkeep's attention. "Pint of mead please." He said in a low handsome voice as he took the empty seat in front of him. Within seconds his drink of choice was delivered. He barely opened his mouth, but the glisten of a pair of fangs could be caught if one was looking close enough. The male turned to look at the inn. It was rather large, many tables, a stage. No one was performing.. or at least it seemed for now. There was a rather rough looking crew sitting at one of the tables. Playing a game of cards it seemed.

It was a chilly night, even in her puffed sleeved dress. The dress its self was quite irritating. It had been hemmed to tightly, making the not so soft cloth rub and scratch her skin. Once in a while Sara would descretly pick at her dress. Trying to move it around so it would be more comfortable. But to no prevail. Sighing, all she could do was listen to the prime minister ramble on and on about how joyous their dinner would be. The prime minister's wife smiled a cold and passionless smile. Letting Sara know that she was not in her favor. The only reason Sara was there, was because it was her duty. In her line of work, someone would let her know that someone planned to kill a victim. And it was her job to protect the target. The carriage ride was long and bumpy. Finally reaching its destination, the carriage stopped with a bone ratteling shake. Not wanting to stay in the torture machine one more minute, Sara rushed out. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed an odd looking man. Any person was a possible murderer, so it set her on edge. Being ready was better than to be caught off guard. Calmly stepping to the side to let the couple exit the carriage, she made a mental note to check him out later. Standing very closely to the old couple, Sara surveyed the whole area, making sure they were not already being targeted.

There was a rather rough looking crew sitting at one of the tables. Playing a game of cards it seemed.

A little ways away from them, there were four men sitting at a table in a corner of the tavern. They were also playing with cards, though they didn't look as rough and threatening. Roen was among those men. Each of the men were holding one card...and that card would determine the fate of the game.

The part of the deck of standard playing cards that was not needed for the game they were playing was stacked off to one side. Two sets of fives were arranged in front of two people. This point system showed that the man's side had eight points and the others had nine. Each team had two tricks.

A chubby man at the table hissed at his skinnier partner. "Why the f*ck did you call it up?"

The skinny man didn't say anything. He only kept his gaze on his last card and slightly slouched in his seat.

"Ha! Nine of clubs!" Roen slapped down his last card with a dramatic flourish, having all the floppy theatrics thieves were meant to have. His partner looked thrilled as opposed to the other two.

The fat man glared with his little piercing beady eyes. He looked like he was ready to explode. "How do you have trump left?! Wait a minute- Wait a minute-" His chubby sausage fingers started hurriedly looking through the piles of cards that had been played previous rounds.

A shrug. "Go right ahead and check. I didn't renege."

By the infuriated look on his reddening face, the fat man must have seen that it was true. "How'd you win?!"

Roen counted off on his fingers. "Because I had the right, the left, the ace..." He pointed to his partner. "He got that other one with the ace of-"

The fat man slammed his palms down on the table, making the wood shudder. In a rage he stormed out the door with his skinny friend, shouting somthing like "just take your damn money" in the middle of his incoherant ramblings. Spit flew from his mouth. "I'm never f-ing coming here again!!!!" And he slammed the door behind him.

Ignoring the strange looks they were getting, Roen and his partner divided up the money and went their separate ways.

Brushing his clothes off, simple brown slacks and a loose-fitting off-white shirt, Roen picked up his hat and stood. He stopped for a second to crane his neck and see what game the "rough-looking" group was playing...but changed his mind. Instead, he strode cockily over to the bar and sat down. He pulled out a decently-sized brown bag which held his winnings, the contents of it sounding like the lush rustle of coins. He emptied it. Gold spilled out. "There's your pay. Now bring me food! Lots of it."

The bartender looked shocked. "Y-yes, sir! Right away, sir!"

The night was chilly, but it was warm in the pub.Gemini made her way around, navigating the room while balancing a tray on one hand.she noticed the arrival of the white haired man, but that was the least of her worries.men had been rowdy all night, and the group of card players had caused more trouble than most.Gemini hated waiting on rowdy men.they almost inevitably would try to grope her, or worse.her boss, looking slightly frightened, handed her a tray of food and directed her towards the card players table."great.just perfect." She muttered, but plastered a convincing smile on her face and took the tray to the table."here's your order, boys!" She said cheerfully, hiding the glint of red in her emerald eyes as she caught the scent of them.

Around the tavern there were arguments, lovely ladies, and even a couple men getting angry enough about loosing their weekly wages they slammed the door on the way out. It got quiet right as that door slammed closed. The strange man at the bar took another sip of his drink. He really should not have been drinking while on the job. But every once in a while anyone needed it. Especially since he was about to make a scene. Downing the rest of his drink. He stood suddenly while another figure came into the bar carrying drinks around the bar.

Along the man's back were weapons. A cross bow. Two swords. Along with the scar over his eye, this man seemed made for trouble. He turned, heading towards the waitress. "I need another drink." He told the girl with fiery red hair. He was really just trying to get her away from the table. But in the most subtle way possible.

(Ooh! I love your picture Gemini! :lol: I'll post one too!)
Following the prime minister, Sara noticed that they were heading for an old pub. Her jaw nearly dropping, she asked,"Sir, I thought that we were going to your friends…" Chuckling, the old man said,"Dont worry. Looks can be deceiving! He actually has a back room that I use for special guests or when I feel like eating here." Sara didn't like it one bit. Something about the strange man had set her on edge and she was sure that he had gone into the pub. The last thing she needed was to be surrounded by extremely intoxicated and immature men. Entering behind the couple, Sara felt the eyes of the men boring into her. This wasnt fun at all. She was snapped out of her thoughts when the prime ministers old friend took her by the hand and led her to the back room where their dinner would be held. Allowing the man to assist her to her seat, Sara calmly sat down. When the other two were seated, she said,"I'm terribly sorry. But I'm afraid I have to go powder my nose. Excuse me." Once away from the couple Sara sighed. Who knew that the mission would be so hard?

The stage was his. Had always been his. And while this stage was not one he was used to, did not have the packed dirt and wonderfully bright lights of a bench surrounded arena, but it was a stage. And soon these men and women would get a taste of his fire eating and knife juggling. But the scents were putting him on edge. This was not good. The faint scent of death and stale blood had permeated his nose since he got here, true. But there was the sickly scent of death that brought back very unpleasant memories, leaving him to lightly brush his fingers against the half mask on his face, covering jagged and horrible scars that pulled the skin of his face away, leaving it a disfigured mess.

He chuckled lightly as he stood backstage, licking his lips in mild anticipation. He straightened his scarlet and gold striped jacket, pulling lightly at the puffed sleeves and over sized collar. He gave the mirror a mischievous grin, jagged teeth glinting back at him, a golden eye reflecting the candle light brightly. This was going to be a fun night, even if his performance was cut short by this unpleasant scent. He hummed lightly as he placed his bell tipped hat on his head, maneuvering it to comfortably sit over his stringy black hair and the smiling visage of the half-mask.

He turned as one of the taverns employees came to him, warning him that he would be going on within the hour. He nodded his thanks, shifting the bottle of oil and the flint-and-steel on his belt to a more comfortable position. He moved off to the side, the scarred, smiling jester humming lightly as he picked up his belt of wicked looking knives, clasping them beneath his jacket. Unsheathing two, he began to juggle mindlessly, barely paying attention the deadly blades flying expertly and gracefully from his hands. Laguelle smiled, humming a jaunty tune as he waited for the night to unfold in barely contained anticipation.

Roen kept on glancing over his shoulder. Oh, he hated sitting with his back to the crowd. Especially now that he had the insight to really notice the "rough-looking" group.

Didn't this look familiar?

He saw the man who had been sitting near him at the bar request a drink from the redhead. There were plenty of bar tenders behind the bar... In Roen's ever sharp mind, he knew what that man, the good samaritan, was doing. Whether or not he had good reason to, Roen wasn't certain. But he wasn't taking any chances. The majority of the plates before him were now empty anyway.

He crammed one last bread roll into his mouth before he motioned for the nearest bar tender. He ordered some whiskey. "Gimmie the bottle."

Once he had it, he made his way back to the table he had last been sitting at so he had a full view of the room.

Sara, finally realizing where she was, took in her surroundings. A man juggling knives caught her eye. Something about him just put her on edge. Maybe it was his half mask, or the fluid way her weilded the knives. Anyways, she decided to investigate. Walking closer, Sara said,"Oh, excuse me I didn't see you there! I hope you don't mind that I'm here. I just needed to clear my head I guess. The way you juggle those knives, it's very natural looking for you. Are you going to perform tonight?"

Laguelle perked lightly, turning his attention to a well-dressed woman. He stopped his juggling, catching the knives from their arc and sheathing them in practiced fluidity. "Oh, I don't mind at all," he said, turning to face her completely. "And I am, set to perform within the hour! Oh dear...where are my manners?" he said, voice lightly chastising. "I am Laguelle, fire-eater and knife juggler at your service!" He bowed to her with a practiced flourish, smile widening to a grin. "And what would I call milady?" he asked, standing straight and eyeing her expectantly.

Gemini knew the ploy instantly.the man, for some reason or another, was trying to keep her safe.it happened often enough, where someone mistook her for a helpless barmaid.although she could handle herself, and the suggestion that she couldn't irritated her, she was used to this act by now, and it came easily to her.she had learned long ago to humor the good samaritan, make them feel like they had helped.so she grinned and nodded."of course, sir.right away." She said, and swept away to get the patron what he asked for, keeping an eye out for trouble all the while.

Sara smiled, it was always pleasant to meet different people. "You can call me Sara. Pleased to meet you. You must be very dedicated to your practice. You look like an expert. And it really shows in your performance." Walking closer, she noticed his mask was… peculiar. Definately not just a performing mask. This man was pleasingly misterious. Something about him just made her wonder. Almost entirely forgetting her duty, Sara asked,"I hope you don't mind. But I'd like to stay up here a little bit longer."

Laguelle hummed lightly. "Sara..." he murmured, as if tasting the name. "Absolutely exquisite...and thank you! I was raised in a circus, you see. I've had a lifetime to perfect it..." he said, smiling widely. A lie. A blatant lie. While he had traveled with a circus caravan, he had not been raised there. "I do not mind at all, milady!" he said, beaming widely at his well-dressed companion, unsheathing two knives again and beginning to juggle. "I'm just going to go through my exercises before showtime, if you don't mind."

The barmaid had sauntered away, giving the strange man a bit of time with the poker players at the table. One in particular was his target. The smaller of the group, with a hat large enough to hide his face and expressions. The man with the hat looked up just in enough time to see a sword coming right for him. On the other side was in fact the strange man. The smaller man with the hat jumped up. A pair of wings spread from his back as he dodged. This did not stagger our strange man in any way. He jumped up onto the table, slicing forward. Finally pulling the crossbow from his back and shooting it nine times. Five of which pinned the little demon against the wall. One crossbow bolt threw it's heart. He placed his weapons into their proper slots, pulling out a smaller sword and facing towards the rest of the group.

"Not at all! I'll just watch.",Sara replied. Glancing around, she noticed a dust covered stool. Walking over she brushed off the dust and put it near the man. Sitting down silently, Sara admired the man's skill. The way he did it perfectly… it was almost as if he had been born to do this. "I can't believe youre here doing a performance. You could be out somewhere else. Getting paid handsomely. Though I doubt it feels like a job to you. It seems that you could perform forever. Laguelle, what are you doing here? We both know that you lied. I am no fool. But I respect you." Sara's eyebrow arched as if to enhance the question. She didn't mind that he lied. It was just why he did. "I trust you. Do you trust me?",she asked.

Laguelle did not seem to hear her, continuing his exercises with the practiced fluidity. "You'll have to forgive my rudeness, milady, but I do not trust you," he said, voice matter of fact and curt. His smile was now tense as he turned to look at her, his visible eye catching the low light of the candle and reflecting it more than should be possible for a human. The speed of his juggling accelerated for a moment, his agitation obvious. But then he stopped, head snapping around as his nostrils flared. Tang. Horrible, strong....burning. Blood had been spilled out there. And from that horrible burning it caused his sinuses, it was demon blood. He snorted lightly, sheathing his blades. "It would appear my show has been cancelled..." he hissed, voice a little less than pleased.

Alarmed screams filled the tavern immediately as the fight started. People yelling and leaping from their seats, the bartender who had served Roen glanced up from his work, barmaids scuttling out of the way... Where was the manager in all this? The result was that an area with at least a few meter radius formed around the table with the men playing poker and their attacker.

An ugly sneer spread across Roen's face as the demon was pinned to the wall. It didn't make a noise when it died, because the arrow through its heart killed it instantly.

Feh, lesser demons.

He watched as the rest of that table's occupants stood up, possibly ready to avenge the loss of their friend. Much to his amusement, the unknown attacker held his ground and drew a small sword. Roen chuckled. Nothing but a petty fight, but there were now several against one. And to think he had only come in for a drink. Maybe this was about to get interesting.

Gemini broke through the inner edge of the circle that gad formed around the table."alright, that's enough!" She said sternly."everyone back to your seats, nothing to see here.and you." She turned her attention to the man fighting the demons."take it outside.I'll abide by demons here, and any other manner of creatures, but not if there's fighting.out.shoo!" She scolded, her cool demeanor suggesting she was not at all surprised that there were demons in the room.

Lysene had heard panicked screaming before he even opened the door, and it made him hesitate. Whiteish grey wings twitching nervously behind him, and he couldn't help but look over his shoulder and glance around for a moment. He was a nervous thing, certain there would be many people in this place, but he was tired and he was thirsty. He just wanted to rest awhile and drink something. Slowly the dove in human form pushed the door open. Immediately cool grey eyes found the crowd around a table, and his nose picked up on scents that made him very uneasy.

He slipped inside quickly. Hurriedly, but quietly closed the door behind him and darted away from the table that was surrounded in commotion. Lysene found a seat close to the stage, his eyes danced this way and that, and his hear fluttered quickly in his chest. Perhaps he should have passed this place over, and continued on and stopped somewhere else? Well it was too late for that now, since he was already in here. Warily he watched crowd. Hoping the people involved would take it outside, out into the street. He also hoped the other people in this place were nice. Those wings were folded comfortably against his back, and the dove wore a simple white linen like toga. Nervously he ran a hand through his golden hair.

Roen's face drooped. The hand he was holding his filled shot glass in lowered. Just like that, he felt his spirits fall.

Awwww...

In the brief period of silence that followed that redheaded barmaid's speech, he threw his hands up and waved them back and forth. The faint trace of a Romanian accent laced his voice as he spoke aloud for all to hear. "Now wait a minute, wait a minute..." Heads turned towards him. Why shouldn't they be allowed to blow off some steam?", Roen asked with a casual shrug, his tone one that you would use to discuss the weather.

Sometimes you just had to intervene and prod these things into starting.

Gemini aimed a cold glare at the speaker."they can blow off steam as much as they like, outside. in here, I'd rather not have things broken.we're on a fixed income, and our customers don't come here to have their relaxing time disturbed by ruffians.it's not fair for everyone else here, especially our regulars.now, since this room is my beat, and I'm in charge of service and safekeeping, I say they have to either go outside or calm down.no fighting." She said firmly, her tone suggesting she would take no arguments.

(( I wanna join but I'm ort of a tad lazy and coul only get through 4 posts before I was lost haha
can someone possibly give me a quick synopsis? ))

((:D Certainly, Lilith.

It started out as a typical night in the tavern, although there was a particular rough-looking group of men playing poker at one of the tables. Anyway, Triquetra's character suddenly attacked one of the men at the table (revealing him to be a type of small demon) and killed him. As a result, the other patrons in the tavern formed a circle around him and the other men, expecting a fight to break out between them. Before one could, Gemini intervened and told them off for fighting inside the tavern. And right now my character seems to want there to be a fight. He's talking with Gemini about it.

As for where everyone is right now, they're all in the general, main room of the tavern except for Sara (Bloodyrosethorns1) and Laguelle (Hidden Cupcake) who (I believe anyway...) are talking somewhere around the stage. ^^ Hope that was helpful.)

Roen listened politely the whole time the redhead was talking.

He had to object. Roen was somewhat of a regular and he didn't mind having his "relaxing time" disturbed by ruffians. In fact, he preferred it. A tavern that wasn't open to the idea of tavern brawls? In his book, not awesome.

A scowl formed on his face.

"Party pooper."

(( that did help thanks heaps! ))

Bright red eyes scanned the village as a long slender hand played absently with a stray strand of long black hair. In the dark the woman's skin looked even paler then in the light as she began to move into the moonlight and towards a Tavern where shouting could be heard from inside with her hyper-sensitive ears. A floor length black gown clothed the woman and black heels could be heard clapping on the pavement below her feet as she drew ever nearer. A single black rose was fastened into her long black hair that fell down her back like an ocean wave and her almost doll-like features seemed striking in the dark and almost inhuman.
Smiling slightly as two males existed the Tavern, appearing to be aggravated and on edge Alexandria crossed her arms loosely and approached the men. "Hello boys. What seems to be the problem?" She smiled, showing two pointed fangs, sharpened to a point and tilted her head to the side. She never shied away from the Vampire blood that ran through her veins and never made an effort to hide her 'condition' as some would say. Looking towards the entrance she smiled again, smelling the sweet smell of conflict and growled slightly. Alexandria was the type of person who thrived off conflict and pain. It was like her own personal ecstasy. She could feel tingle across her body as the smell washed over her, emitting extremely strongly from the two malein front of her.

Gemini shrugged."I'm just doing my job.now, does anyone need a refill?" She asked, slipping easily back into her harmless barmaid act.she dealt with this kind of thing often.for whatever reason, this particular bar attracted alot of supernatural activity- which was possibly why Gemini had been hired in the first place.she knew no one of her kind would ever look for her there, so the job had been ideal.she reflected on this as she went about taking orders and calming the patrons down after the brief disturbance.the human non-regulars, especially, had to be dealt with carefully.luckily many of them could be persuaded to believe that what they had seen was simply a drunken hallucination, that there had been no demon in the room.some took a bit more convincing than others.this is why we never get any new regulars... she thought as a promising young couple left, seemingly for good.