Nixie Made her way down the streets of Dublin, Ireland. The smells, the sounds, she knew she was home. She come to a small pub, The sign said it was O'Henry's Pub. Her boots thudded against the stone road to the door. With a delicate hand she pulled the door open. She could feel the heat coming from inside. The pub was dimly light, soft noises all around. She made her way to the end of the bar. She waved to the bartender. "Can I get a coffee with Baileys, please." She said munching on some peanuts."Can I see some ID?" He asked her. She pulled out her wallet and pulled out her ID. The bartender nodded and made her drink.
Nixie looked around the pub. Not many people where in her tonight. She pulled out a Cigarette and lit it up with her zip-o. With a long drag she closed her eyes and just let the fact that she was home sink in. The bartender set her mug down. "Thank you," She said, lifting the mug with her left hand and bringing it to her pale pink lips. With a sigh she stood taking her coffee to a both in the far corner. Taking a seat she let her head rest against the torn back. Blue locks fall in an array on the fabric.
Last Edit: Jul 3, 2013 11:14:26 GMT -5 by Nixie Ashe
Marisa is the leader of the Antitheists, and is well accustomed to a physically tiring life. Her body is quite fit, with toned muscles under her incredibly pale skin. She keeps her hair about waist-length, with square bangs
Post by Marisa Hazel on Jul 3, 2013 21:22:03 GMT -5
Marisa was on the hunt. Not for any animal, like any normal human hunter. And nor for any supernatural, like any ‘special’ human hunter. Marisa was on the hunt for members, trying to rebuild her shattered faction. It was a difficult task- those who joined had to be willing to slay the Gods. Of course, they would be rewarded with Deityhood themselves. It was a powerful bribe, but she did not simply want power-hungry followers, which made the situation even trickier. She wanted loyalty: hunger for power just lead to betrayal. She needed them to hate the Gods, to think they could make the world a better place in their spot. Overall, recruitment was very difficult, so Marisa liked to do it herself to get a better feel of people.
In her wanderings, she had heard rumors of a strange incidence. In Dublin, Ireland, someone was burning down churches and shrines. There were also rumors of attacks in the city, by some strange and strong beast. She had come to the conclusion that a werebeast lived there, one who seemedto have a distaste for religion. It sounded perfect. She had to find him though.
So Marisa had set up small cameras at every church. Tonight she would periodically check them, and quickly make her way to whichever one was being attacked. Until tonight though, she had some time to spend, everything set up. She needed to unwind a bit, and found herself in a bar.
The bar was overall not that interesting, only a few people in it, most men with accents so thick she couldn’t understand them. But there was one girl- her hair bright blue, sitting alone with a cup of what looked like coffee. She had healthy, strong nails, and was quite exotic and beautiful. All were common attributes of a Pi Fae, according to the vast array of knowledge stored in Marisa’s head. Her curiosity peaked, she ordered some vodka, before walking down to the girl.
“You look lonely, do you mind if I join you?” She inquired, politely and kindly.
As Nixie lifted her coffee to her lips, she heard a female's voice. Her bright green orbs opened to see a female, blue locks fell against her slender shoulders. "Sure, have a seat." Nixie said lifting her free hand to the empty seat across from her. She took another sip of her coffee. She set her elbows on the table and looked at the female. "Have you been in Ireland long?" She said, her accent was thick but not to thick that the woman wouldn't understand her. Ireland was her home, it was where she was born. Though she moved around, her accent stuck with her like a bad nose job. She unzipped her jacket and pulled out her pack of cigarettes and her zip-o. With a swift movement she struck the lighter and lit the cigarette, taking a breath in. With her left hand she lifted her mug and finished her coffee.
Marisa is the leader of the Antitheists, and is well accustomed to a physically tiring life. Her body is quite fit, with toned muscles under her incredibly pale skin. She keeps her hair about waist-length, with square bangs
Post by Marisa Hazel on Jul 8, 2013 21:03:29 GMT -5
The stranger lifted her free hand, giving permission for Marisa to join her. She slid into the tattered old booth seat, parts of the plastic peeling off, and the cushions were worn so thin that Marisa could feel the wood beneath her. The woman sipped her coffee, before making polite conversation. Her accent was very distinct- but hardly as strong as the average Irishwoman’s. She had travlled, spent a lot of time away from home. Perhaps she now even lived in another country. Marisa’s calculating mind wondered what would have driven the Pi Fae to leave her home for enough years that it faded her accent.
The Piu began smoking, before finishing off her coffee. Marisa had barely touched her drink, simply sipping it now and then. Her eyes were analytical, but she gave a warmer smile. “No, actually. I just arrived the other night. And yet I’m already hearing horror stories. Churches being burnt down? Wonder if it’s some Satanist pyromaniac.”
She took another sip of her liquor, giving a pause. “Of course, some of the locals claim it’s a werewolf… Do you believe in such strange rumors? Do you think supernatural creatures exist?” Marisa laughed lightly, but her eyes were dead serious. She knew that all Fae had one strict law- they could not lie. No matter how hard they tried, how much they wanted to, they could not lie. It was physically impossible for them, by some strange phenomena. They could, of course, deceive, but the truth was always hidden. It depended on how clever the Fae was for how deeply stored the truth was.
