Post by Tayva Aschaund on Dec 23, 2012 18:06:31 GMT -5
Tayva stepped back as he changed shirts right in front of her, a little flustered by his ease of doing such a thing in front of a stranger. She recovered her expression though as he brought his head through the hole, not wanting him to see her like that. She wasn't attracted to him, but simply found the whole thing odd. At least his head had healed up a bit, though she couldn't help but feel a bit curious toward his heritage. He was the first winged being that she had ever seen, excluding dragons of course.
"So... what brings you to a place like this?" she questioned, feeling a little strained to make small talk. She was not as familiar with people as she thought she had been, as she hadn't really socialized with many people since beginning to journey around with Talos. And for obvious reasons, most of which were either to hide her true identity, or to steer clear from obnoxious idiots. It seemed as if the bar had been full of the latter anyway, something that she didn't really miss about the world of humans.
Post by Tyrant Creed on Dec 23, 2012 18:53:46 GMT -5
Tyr yawned, eying the girl wearily. "That, is a stupid question, no offense." He rubbed his hands together and blew into them, needing something to do with his hands. It was still snowing, and while the cold didn't bother him, he did not appreciate the melting snow soaking his shirt wet. He'd just changed, after all, and had no other spare shirts. "I dunno, perhaps I live here?" Tyr said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
He cracked his knuckles and yawned again. "I would rather go back inside, if you don't mind." As he started in, Tyr looked at her and frowned. "And staring isn't nice. Protocol dictates you look away when a lord changes or relieves himself in front of you. We're all civilized folk, are we not?" Tyr bit his tongue to keep from spouting any more information she wouldn't understand and he went back into the bar. It may have been full of many boisterous and rowdy humans, but it was also one of the places frequented by daemonkind in this city.
The woman behind the bar caught his eye as soon as he entered, taking in the blood on his forehead. She lifted one eyebrow and he grinned as he took a seat at the bar. Pride as daemons indicated that if he had truly been in any danger, in all likelihood the entire daemon populace within the bar would have turned out to help him. Such were ties of kinship. Like they needed to know he was part angel or the son of a God.
Post by Tayva Aschaund on Dec 23, 2012 18:59:00 GMT -5
As much as Tayva wanted to protest the idea of going back into that place, it seemed that their conversation would end if she refused the offer. It didn't seem like there was much for them to talk about though, and she didn't feel comfortable in facing those people again. Still, there was something about being around people that made her want to go, as if she could live out her old life again.
Quietly, she walked toward the door that led into the bar, Talos following with some confusion as to why she wished to return. Entering the bar once more, she kept her eyes cast downward, trying her best not to make eye contact with anyone as she found her way back to the seat next to Tyr, the dragon in disguise sitting on the other side of her. He on the other hand took care to ensure that she wouldn't be bothered, glancing around every few moments as he remained close to the Draconian that resided beside him. He knew she didn't feel comfortable here, continuing to urge her through the mental conduit that the pair shared to leave the bar, so that they could return to the wilderness they knew best.
Post by Tyrant Creed on Dec 23, 2012 19:16:12 GMT -5
Tyr took a sip from his new beer, a bemused look on his face as the woman sat next to him. "Is there any particular reason why you are following me, Miss?" Tyr asked, "Oh, and if you go dragon in my bar, I will kill you." he said calmly, sparing a mocking smile for the dragon and his irritatingly broody personality. He should get out more. Tyr turned back to the girl, one eyebrow raised inquisitively.
"For I was under the impression you were uncomfortable in this place and wished to leave." Tyr commented, turning back to his beer and checking his phone for updates on his business. Yes, Tyr had recently become an entrepreneur, a business man. His little business was running H and meth on the streets of Chicago as well as dabbling in prostitution. Tyr was quite proud of himself; he already had 27 willing employees, 5 of which were dealers, 9 of which were enforcers, 7 of which were prostitutes/strippers, and the remaining 6 were bouncers at his strip club.
Finding no updates, Tyr turned back to Tay. "Well?"
Post by Tayva Aschaund on Dec 23, 2012 22:44:59 GMT -5
Tayva shrugged at he demanded to know why she had been following him. She had been under the impression the entire time that they had been continuing a conversation of some kind, though the response he was giving her seemed to tell her otherwise, as if she was now unwelcome in this place.
"I thought we were still holding a conversation." she started, leaving her seat as he pressed her further for an answer. The Draconian then looked over to Talos, who nodded in satisfaction with her thought. "But I suppose if that's over, I may as well take my leave. I do not wish to cause any trouble." she added, making her way toward the door, huddled up into her jacket as she made her way through the small crowd of people.
The sooner she left their gaze, the better. For these were the same people who had not too long ago had been cheering and hollering as Tyr had earlier tried to get a little too close to the girl, before getting tossed across the bar. The last thing she needed was to get some unwanted reaction from them too. Especially if the possibility loomed that he may not be the only daemon in this bar tonight with more sinister thoughts.
Post by Tyrant Creed on Dec 24, 2012 0:13:14 GMT -5
Tyr sighed. Everyone always wanted to have a conversation with him. That was half the reason he had started his enterprise; so that he could truthfully tell people he was a busy man and to piss off. Unfortunately, he was not busy at the moment. If nothing else, a conversation with the girl would amuse him for a short time at least.
He had another 12 hours before his meeting with the Mexican cartel and he could use a bit of distraction. Besides, a draconian and dragon pair weren't exactly a common sight these days, what with dragons being both reclusive and and endangered species and all. Someone should really try to do something about that one day, but not Tyr. He had other things on his mind, such as the coke deal he was planning on making with a bunch of amputation crazy savages.
"Wait," Tyr said exasperatedly as she began to walk away, his voice calm but carrying through the clamor of the loud establishment. "You don't have to be such a drama queen." He told her confidently. The look of irritation at having to stay on the dragon's face would be worth it. "Sit down, if you like." Tyr said, indicating the stool next to him.
