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|Disaster in the Diner|| |
1:25:17 [Delaney] The prior night had been interesting to say the least. Word was out about the drug, Spellbound though fingerpointing to each Clan had seemed to come to a pause. That was at least while the newly arrived Succubus had caused a stir in the Cork. Most people had come to expect a certain reaction however Delaney had been given something of a free reign until Trick, the Elder Dwarve had put a stop to her frenzy. Not before she'd upset Galen, the Dark Prince and the Unseelie he'd been having a conversation with. Beyond that, the human that had entered within The Cork had added to the chaos, Jessica having somehow found her way through the doors of the glamored Pub left most Fae on both sides feeling imposed upon and unsafe. The action itself had caused for a meeting of Clans, one that was to be set up at Trinity Manor, Headquarters for the Light, and home of The Ash. While the Dark had originally argued, this wasn't the time to bicker over small antics, but to deal with the picture at large. The fabric between two 11:25:34 [Delaney] Worlds was slowly ripping. Someone had their hands on Fae blood and after mixing it with an illegal human concoction, they'd created Spellbound which left most human users in a strange, euphoric state. The worst had yet to be discovered - human's using Spellbound could tap into Ley lines, pulses of power around the Boston area and actually perform spells. If the Mortals grasped the very meaning of this, it could mean utter chaos. There was an uneasy sense through the City of Boston. The glum of a thick fog lingered solitarily over the area, damp beads of moisture in the air clinging to whatever they could. The lack of wind made it worse, adding to the chill as if a sense of doom lingered within the atmosphere. Those who were planning on attending the meeting would have hours to kill before doing so, but that didn't stop the new found rumors that had began to seep through the whispers of Fae lips - it only made sense that whoever was selling their blood didn't belong to either Clan. It was --11:25:48 [Delaney] sacrilegious for such a situation to occur; therefore one could deduce that it had to be someone who was neutral. And there was one person that came to mind without thought - the newly arrived Succubs. Her desire to help humans had perhaps lead her to selling her blood for profit, enticing the humans.. Of course, it was only rumor, but as in any City, anything could happen.
11:45:11 JessicaG Wakes up with a scream in her own room in her bed, waking from a nightmare. However, she can't remember what it was about, only that it was something scary. She rises from her bed slowly, walking to the bathroom and washes her face. She looks at the mirror, trying to remember what spell she was doing and what happened last night, but she couldn't find any memory of it. She got back to her room, got dressed, and walks downstairs. She eats quickly her breakfast, and ran outside to catch the bus to her work at the diner. She works as a waitress there. 11:45:33 JessicaG She was thinking about the night all the way there, but still couldn’t find anything in her memory about it. She even whispers a silent spell to remember, but it was also quite difficult. As soon as she got to the diner, she got dressed in the uniform and started working immediately. Forgetting about last night for the time being.
11:58:33 Saul smiled as he walked down the high street. The soft clap of his shoes as they bounded off the ground with each step. The Fae court was in chaos and Saul was joyous for the recent events. Passing a young couple as they exited the diner, he held the door for each of them and head inside. The diner was cosy. Taking a seat at one of the tables by the window, sliding into one of the decorated seats, his dark denim pants making next to no sound as he seated himself. Opening one of the paper menu’s his hazel hued orbs scanned it’s contents. “What to eat?“ He asked himself aloud, the base of his neck and the height of his chest exposed, the buttons to his black shirt were open casually. As he read the menu, it seemed he had caught the attention of several patrons, his appearance rather exotic, the phrase “Well dressed” came to mind. After several seconds of finalising his choice, he waited for service from one of the few waitresses which hurried to and from the counters. 11:58:48 [Saul] The young woman from the night before was still vividly occupying his thoughts, her strengths were something he wanted to make use of yet the political events of his world were causing a bit of hassle. Leaning back on his seat, he ran a hand through his brunette hair, caring for ones appearance was something of a kink for him.
12:09:39 JessicaG This hour the diner was not packed with people, so Jessica was giving order and had time to chat with the other waitresses. Than she looks at the door as it opened and saw the man coming inside, looking at his clothes which seem like a rich dude. She watches him as he seated and browsing the menu. She takes her notepad and waited to see when he will call for ordering, while waiting she looked at him closely, thinking that he was sorta cute. The phrase "Dark prince" comes to her mind on him.When he asked for service she came to him and smiles, the usual service. "Hello, sir. What would you like to order?".
12:24:32 Saul was greeted with a friendly face. The waitress who had approached him smiling asked Saul what it was he would like to order. Before answering he looked into her eyes intently, taking in her face and memorising her look. Returning the smile he replied in the distinguishable British accent. “The Cheeseburger and fries looks suitable and a glass of water please.” As he continued to gaze into her orbs, he could feel something peculiar emanating from the young woman, almost as if she was one of them. Bringing both his hands together, entwining his fingers into a fist, resting his forearms on the table he watched as the waitress would supposedly leave to ask the cook to prepare his order. He smirked some “Sorta cute.“ he murmured to himself, his own intuition activating itself and taking in the thoughts around him. He tapped his foot to the beat of the radio, evidently playing music for the patrons.
12:30:55 [Ryalvran] If the previous customer had seemed well-dressed and immaculately groomed, the opposite could probably be said for the the next patron who walked in. Looking as though he had no idea whatsoever about fashion, his plaid shirt was dark green and blue, his jeans looked a little worse for wear, and the boots on his feet were practical and well-used. If a good woman were to take him home and give him a sprucing up, he would be quite handsome. As it was, he looked at best like a labourer, at worst, a bum. His hair hung to jaw length, and his beard was a little bit past designer stubble length. He shot a wink from sky-blue eyes at the waitress, before unceremoniously taking a seat opposite Saul. “Well, well, well,” he said. “Fancy meeting you here.” The accent was odd, as if a pirate was trying to imitate an Irish accent. He didn't offer any other greeting, just made himself comfortable in the chair, and tore open a serving-size packet of sugar from the table, downing it in one.
12:42:21 JessicaG Looks at the man when he raised his eyes to look at her. He was silent for a moment, his look kinda gave her the chills. She nods to his order and write it down on her pad, she smiles again to him and again she feels the chills as he stares at her eyes. She shakes her head, gave a nod and walks towards the kitchen, she saw the other man winked at her and decided to just ignore that. She gave the cook the man's order. "I need cheeseburger and fries, please". She pours water with ice to a glass and put it on a tray. Walking back to the man and puts his drink infront of him, but careful not to look at his eyes.12:42:34 JessicaG While she waited for the man's meal to be ready, she was thinking what she will do to remember what happened last night. She decided she will visit her craft tutor after work and ask her about it. She will probably know. The food was ready, she picked it up and put it on the tray. Walks back to the man and gave him the food with a smile, "If there is anything else, let me know". Then walks quickly back to the counter.
12:47:01 LongShot was having a bad day, and wasn’t seeing it get much better any time soon. Above him, the lights of the empty office flickered momentarily, threatening to cast him into darkness. Wouldn’t really be surprising, he thought pointedly, sharp ears catching faint swish swish of a fast moving blade somewhere else in the maze of cubicles. Stupid little bastard! He’d tried reasoning with the thing, he really had! But how do you reason with a foot and half tall sociopath armed with a scythe? Daring a quick glance from the corner he was hiding behind, LongShot caught a flash of red darting from one small office space to another. Reflexively, the P90 appeared in his hands, locked and loaded specificly for this occasion. Timing it just right, he shot forward and down, dropping to one knee and snapping of three rapid shots, each signaling a hit on their target with low guttural screams. The smile that had appeared on the masked gunmans face disappeared as he watched the wounds on the tiny Redcap rapidly seal shut,<47:39 leaving="" the="" little="" beasty="" whole="" and="" unharmed.="" come="" on="" those="" were="" steel="" penetrators="" is="" made="" from="" iron="" learn="" your="" metallurgy="" you="" ignorant="" freak="" his="" words="" head="" nearly="" cut="" off="" by="" scythe="" that="" suddenly="" came="" flying="" at="" him="" forcing="" into="" an="" ugly="" dodge="" sent="" stumbling="" to="" right.="" as="" he="" moved="" saw="" simply="" reappear="" in="" tiny="" faes="" hand="" confirming="" suspicions="" of="" this="" being="" a="" terrible="" evening.="" catching="" himself="" with="" sudden="" foot="" wall="" longshot="" use="" momentum="" spin="" around="" dropping="" again="" low="" kneel="" firing="" three="" more="" rounds.="" now="" knew="" they="" wouldn="" work="" but="" it="" feel="" better.="" preparing="" dive="" for="" safety="" dropped="" weapon="" surprise.="" two="" rounds="" had="" passed="" through="" creatures="" chest="" wounds="" already="" gone.="" third="" stared="" amazement="" redcap="" seemingly="" forgot="" about="" halting="" all="" hostilities="" take="" time="" mend="" neat="" been="" put="">12:48:08 [LongShot] the item from whence it got its name. “You serious! Three hours of trying to kill each other and you’re sewing! Mother fuc…” Out of anger, the P90 vanished, replaced by two silver canisters that had been specially coated in wax. As the Fae continued to ignore him, LongShot pulled the pins and simply tossed the flashbangs across the floor. Not even waiting to watch how it ended, he was already at the stairs leading down as first the blasts echoed, followed by a long shrilling of painful, dying screams. The steel penetrators had been a bit iffy, admittedly. Hence the iron filament-packed flashbangs. Having ground the wrought iron bars himself, he knew they would work. And the fact he’d stolen them from a church fence couldn’t have hurt either.
13:00:22 [Saul] Upon the waitress leaving to take in his order, Saul was graced with the presence of a rather rugged and eerily dressed individual. Perplexed by his choice of joining him without an invitation. Saul was what you would call appropriately rugged, fashionable stubble and windswept hairstyle. However the man now sitting across from him appeared to not have the slightest clue on what was appropriate to wear. From appearance alone Saul had no incentive on who this man was except from the inclination of mystery. Only when he spoke did Saul understand and get a grasp on who this man was. “Manners same as always. I did not think I would find one of hers here.“ It was an odd sight, two men who appeared to be on the opposite sides of the attire spectrum were having a civilised conversation. “Old habits die hard.“ He noted as the man cracked open a sugar packet. Upon the waitress returning he sat back and gave her a courteous nod. “Thank you.“ Leaning back and preparing to dig in. 13:00:33 [Saul] “I am sure I may be calling on you shortly.“ She averted his gaze, a smile stretching upon his lips. Taking a napkin he placed it on his lap, a signification that Saul came from a well mannered family…or perhaps that was all that it appeared.
13:02:25 [Delaney] After last nights embarrassing escapade, Del had returned to her crumbling apartment angry but also ashamed. Her actions were obviously at times, beyond her control and it was something she didn’t care for. Neither was the way the Elder Fae, Trick had spoken to her. Del had lived on her own for almost 8 years, having been on the run and doing her own thing. Of course, that in turn left a path of dead bodies behind her but not because she wanted to kill. Because she just couldn’t stop when she started. She was unaccustomed to being told what to do and how to do it but she understood that Trick had meant well and Galen had every right to be angry with her. Today, she fared a little better, trying to put those issues aside. She had a case to work on, finding the Blood Stone of the Goblin which in turn could bring her more information about her past, more so her parentage. She was unaware that rumors were spreading about Delaney actually being the one selling her blood to the humans to make--- 13:02:39 [Delaney] Spellbound, in fact, it wasn’t even a thought save the fact that the drug and the missing stone may have some sort of correlation. Adorned in her usual black attire, form fitting t-shirt that was snug against her feminine curves, alluding to the perfect swell of bosom that rose and fell with her breathing. The leather jacket was worn, having seen better days but it provided comfort as well as use. Matching black leather pants fitted her lower body like a second skin, melding against her shapely form, the subtle angles of her hips, to her long, shapely legs while rising to her knees were leather boots, equally worn as the jacket yet practically in all manner of ways. Her raven strands danced in delight around her exquisite pale features, a startling contrast that encouraged the azure hues to stand out all the more and the ting of rose for bow shaped lips which was moistened by a trail of her tongue briefly as she head out into the Boston air. Fog covered most of the City, the dampness was readily felt--13:02:54 [Delaney] as she exited, footsteps carrying a confidence few had as hips swayed hypnotically in time with the beat. Human’s were drawn to her, instinctively - like a moth to the flame; Fae had a lesser reaction to her pull but one all the same that would leave them feeling breathless at the very touch. Luckily for most however, the feeding from the night before had given her enough substance for now. What she did want however, was coffee.. And lots of it. It wouldn’t be long before she broached the diner, unknowing that others where within, nor the female from last night that had provided such a tasty snack.
13:14:27 JessicaG looks from the counter on the two man sitting infront of each other. They looked so different, but it seem they know each other, and she always thought that opposite attracts is a true phrase. She walks to a group of five people who came and got them some coffee, cheeseburgers and milkshakes. Than it was quiet again, no one eneter the diner for now. She started cleaning the counters while she was deep in the thoughts.
13:18:37 [Vran] “I'm sorry,” he replied, contritely, with a little bow and a smile. “Been spending so much time as a bird – it's been slim pickings as a human, I'll tell you – that I've just been scavenging for what I can get where I can.” He folded up the sugar packet and put it back into the little pot in the centre of the table. “Not,” he added, “very courteous behaviour.” He shook his head at himself. The food that the waitress brought smelled delicious, but instead of ordering for himself, he just sat back. Something even more tasty would be here soon. “Don't worry. I haven't come for you. Yet.” the harbinger of death pointed out to his companion. “If you're worried about trouble, I'd eat that quick, and get out of here.” It was almost a challenge. Vran stared at the door, waiting. She would come. And the scent of Death would come with her. Then all he had to do was watch. “Brandon Winter,” he finally got around to introducing himself to his fellow Fae, “at her service.” 13:18:51 [Delaney] just if you start getting into groups, then sort the order out between you is all xD )47:39>