"Must be tiring."
The yet to be introduced 'She-Demon' responded. Her dark, yet burning eyes still on the shattered window.
"Have you thoughtof using reinforced glass, or 'plexiglass' as the earthlings call it?"
The yet to be introduced 'She-Demon' responded. Her dark, yet burning eyes still on the shattered window.
"Have you thoughtof using reinforced glass, or 'plexiglass' as the earthlings call it?"
He'd nod "Gotta cha" he'd say snapping as the wood made from his blood would change, becoming a nice glass now the window actually looked finished "Better?" He'd ask, rubbing his eyes
Suddenly, Korby then dropped from the ceiling. I assume that they've been sleeping here. Oh, and the weird thing is. They tend to roll around the floor while sleeping. Trust me, it gets real weird.
*jokes walks in*
"Wait you guys call 'scorch stoppers' 'plexi glass'? Thats a little strange aint it?" Cairo asks spinning an ice sphere in his cup
"The Earthlings do, yes. In my home, if it isn't glass, it's likely magic of some kind."
The strange being responded. Her dark, scorpion tail now swaying slightly.
The strange being responded. Her dark, scorpion tail now swaying slightly.
"Your world has magic? Whats it like?" He asks instantly gripped by an idea he only heard in stories
"Well, yes...."
She responded, a little confused in all honesty.
"It is The Underworld, after all."
She responded, a little confused in all honesty.
"It is The Underworld, after all."
At that point, yet another person would enter, though via the door. He'd been here before, it was the shy hunter, Raziel. He look bedraggled, his clothes torn with splotches of red in places. He had a few fresh scratches on his arms and face, having likely just arrived after finishing a hunt.
He didn't speak a word to anyone other than the current barkeep, simply asking for a beer as he took a seat on one of many stools.
I am the chosen
Wretched and divine
I am the unspoken
The one they left behind
Fearless, fight until we die
I am broken
The wretched and divine
"I can use magic too, but its more like conjured from my blood rather than coming from an external force rather than magic" she'd mutter
As Emmyth entered the bar, his posture exuded a confidence that bordered on arrogance. It was as if he owned the place and the people in it. However, he was just passing through and had never been to this establishment before. The brightly colored and decorative clothes he wore were of a high quality and impeccable, all seemingly made specifically for him. He sauntered over to the bar, taking in the atmosphere and sizing up the patrons.
Once he arrived at the bar, he sat a few stools away from Raziel, a man whom he immediately judged upon sight. He looked Raziel up and down, and the expression on his face was one of dissatisfaction. With a disapproving "Hmph," he turned his nose up in the air, his judgmental gaze piercing through Raziel. Despite his apparent disdain, Emmyth ordered himself a tall drink and remained in his chair, casting similarly judgmental looks on the others as he rested an old leather book much too large for himself on the bar top.
Once he arrived at the bar, he sat a few stools away from Raziel, a man whom he immediately judged upon sight. He looked Raziel up and down, and the expression on his face was one of dissatisfaction. With a disapproving "Hmph," he turned his nose up in the air, his judgmental gaze piercing through Raziel. Despite his apparent disdain, Emmyth ordered himself a tall drink and remained in his chair, casting similarly judgmental looks on the others as he rested an old leather book much too large for himself on the bar top.
Emmyth Yhetui wrote:
As Emmyth entered the bar, his posture exuded a confidence that bordered on arrogance. It was as if he owned the place and the people in it. However, he was just passing through and had never been to this establishment before. The brightly colored and decorative clothes he wore were of a high quality and impeccable, all seemingly made specifically for him. He sauntered over to the bar, taking in the atmosphere and sizing up the patrons.
Once he arrived at the bar, he sat a few stools away from Raziel, a man whom he immediately judged upon sight. He looked Raziel up and down, and the expression on his face was one of dissatisfaction. With a disapproving "Hmph," he turned his nose up in the air, his judgmental gaze piercing through Raziel. Despite his apparent disdain, Emmyth ordered himself a tall drink and remained in his chair, casting similarly judgmental looks on the others as he rested an old leather book much too large for himself on the bar top.
Once he arrived at the bar, he sat a few stools away from Raziel, a man whom he immediately judged upon sight. He looked Raziel up and down, and the expression on his face was one of dissatisfaction. With a disapproving "Hmph," he turned his nose up in the air, his judgmental gaze piercing through Raziel. Despite his apparent disdain, Emmyth ordered himself a tall drink and remained in his chair, casting similarly judgmental looks on the others as he rested an old leather book much too large for himself on the bar top.
Raziel didn't really give this stranger much more than a glance. Looking through a shaggy mess of dirty blonde hair with haunted, multicolored eyes before returning to his beer and taking a drink.
The '18' year old had been through and seen far to much to be bothered by some judgmental stranger, and his actions showed it. He continued to drink his beer silently, pausing only to grab a couple of napkins to wipe the blood from his face.
I am the chosen
Wretched and divine
I am the unspoken
The one they left behind
Fearless, fight until we die
I am broken
The wretched and divine
Raziel Steven Davis wrote:
Raziel didn't really give this stranger much more than a glance. Looking through a shaggy mess of dirty blonde hair with haunted, multicolored eyes before returning to his beer and taking a drink.
The '18' year old had been through and seen far to much to be bothered by some judgmental stranger, and his actions showed it. He continued to drink his beer silently, pausing only to grab a couple of napkins to wipe the blood from his face.
The '18' year old had been through and seen far to much to be bothered by some judgmental stranger, and his actions showed it. He continued to drink his beer silently, pausing only to grab a couple of napkins to wipe the blood from his face.
Emmyth's gaze shifted towards Raziel once more as he lifted his drink to his lips, his attention drawn to the napkins the other held in his hand.
"Do you always wander around so disheveled?" Emmyth queried, taking a small sip of his own drink. "Or is this a special occasion?"
The question hung in the air, laden with a hint of amusement. Emmyth's tone was casual, but his sharp eyes remained fixed on Raziel's face, studying his every movement.
"Whoa..."
Emmyth Yhetui wrote:
Emmyth's gaze shifted towards Raziel once more as he lifted his drink to his lips, his attention drawn to the napkins the other held in his hand.
"Do you always wander around so disheveled?" Emmyth queried, taking a small sip of his own drink. "Or is this a special occasion?"
The question hung in the air, laden with a hint of amusement. Emmyth's tone was casual, but his sharp eyes remained fixed on Raziel's face, studying his every movement.
"...hunt monsters, just haven't gotten home to clean up yet."
He responded in that warm, soft southern accent of his. It was a sort response, but Raziel was much of a talker as it was. He tended to avoid people, really. But he made the exception now because it had been a rough hunt and he needed a drink.
But his expression. In that simple statement, his face spoke stories. There was a sadness, a longing. A weariness that spoke of years of hardships beyond the age he physically appeared. In short, he'd seen things.
He let out a breath as he tossed his now empty bottle into a nearby trash can, then asked for another.
I am the chosen
Wretched and divine
I am the unspoken
The one they left behind
Fearless, fight until we die
I am broken
The wretched and divine
Raziel Steven Davis wrote:
"...hunt monsters, just haven't gotten home to clean up yet."
He responded in that warm, soft southern accent of his. It was a sort response, but Raziel was much of a talker as it was. He tended to avoid people, really. But he made the exception now because it had been a rough hunt and he needed a drink.
But his expression. In that simple statement, his face spoke stories. There was a sadness, a longing. A weariness that spoke of years of hardships beyond the age he physically appeared. In short, he'd seen things.
He let out a breath as he tossed his now empty bottle into a nearby trash can, then asked for another.
He responded in that warm, soft southern accent of his. It was a sort response, but Raziel was much of a talker as it was. He tended to avoid people, really. But he made the exception now because it had been a rough hunt and he needed a drink.
But his expression. In that simple statement, his face spoke stories. There was a sadness, a longing. A weariness that spoke of years of hardships beyond the age he physically appeared. In short, he'd seen things.
He let out a breath as he tossed his now empty bottle into a nearby trash can, then asked for another.
Emmyth's eyebrow lifted in curiosity as he listened to Raziel's response with feigned disinterest. His eyes flickered away for a moment, as if he were unimpressed with the answer, but his interest was piqued nonetheless.
After a few moments, Emmyth reached for the hard leather book on the bar top and slid it towards Raziel. He rose from his stool with his drink in hand and plopped himself down in the seat right beside the man, resting his elbow on the wooden surface and his cheek in his palm. Despite his expression of boredom, Emmyth sipped his drink, keeping his gaze fixed on Raziel.
The small male was always on the lookout for a good story, and he could tell that the man sitting next to him had one to tell.
"What sort of monsters?" he asked, his tone suggesting a hint of disbelief.
Emmyth Yhetui wrote:
Emmyth's eyebrow lifted in curiosity as he listened to Raziel's response with feigned disinterest. His eyes flickered away for a moment, as if he were unimpressed with the answer, but his interest was piqued nonetheless.
After a few moments, Emmyth reached for the hard leather book on the bar top and slid it towards Raziel. He rose from his stool with his drink in hand and plopped himself down in the seat right beside the man, resting his elbow on the wooden surface and his cheek in his palm. Despite his expression of boredom, Emmyth sipped his drink, keeping his gaze fixed on Raziel.
The small male was always on the lookout for a good story, and he could tell that the man sitting next to him had one to tell.
"What sort of monsters?" he asked, his tone suggesting a hint of disbelief.
The moment he heard movement, he looked over, startled. His freckled face now in full view, save for the few strands of hair that hung loose. He seemed to scoot to the other edge of the stool he sat on, looking nervous. Talking from a distance was one thing, but being in such close proximity seemed to set off his anxiety.
"I...uh...all sorts...really."
He stammered. Man, this dude really wasn't the social type it seems.
"I mean...if they hurt people...otherwiseI leave them alone..."
((Much text))
"Your world has monsters too? Where ya from?" Cairos attention was caught by Relating to Raziels worlds monster population "do they eat souls like the one from mine?"
Kelly walked in, glanced around and then headed for the bar and ordered a beer before she sat down at a table.
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