Slyvester stood behind the counter of his bar, polishing glasses for the next day. Despite the late hour his bar was still open to the few stragglers wanting drinks who had not managed to pass out or simply liked to be out this late. Alysia had already been out to bed several hours earlier, and only two patrons where seated around his fire place, a warm fire crackling merrily inside. One was leaning back, reading a thick book and the other sipping on a glass of water. He had drank quite a bit and Slyvester assumed he was trying to mellow out before returning to where ever he called home for the remander of the morning.
Setting the glass aside, he grabbed some oil and leaked some upon the cloth and began to polish the counter, no noise except his cloths swiping across the wood, the cracklings of the flames, and the occasional rustling as the patron reading turned a page of their book. He glanced up quickly as the door creaked open, his small bell jingling as it was struck and he paused in his polishing of his counter to observe the late nighter enter his bar, the Shivering Shard.
Jacqueline had been sent here, to see a man about a dog as it were. What a strange saying, Jak had first found herself thinking when Alan had given her this task, but he had later explained to her that it was an English Slang saying, something that was said should one want to make their excuses and leave a conversation or interaction quickly. He added, in the way that Jak had quickly come to respect and desire, that the saying have been used during the prohibition, often used as codes for speak-easy bars. So, with that in mind, the saying was perfect for this moment, and Jak could see it really taking off in the world that she now found herself working within.
The flight had been horrendous; she had travelled from America to Britain and had almost wished the plane had crashed because it would have put an end to the storm laden turbulence. Still, here she was a strong, warrior of a woman, dressed in sensible shoes and a immaculately fitted black suit. She even wore a tie, though it was not done up in its usual note, but rested neatly across her shoulders and under the lapel of her blazer. With her short hair and square jaw it would be easy to mistake this beautiful and deadly woman for a lesbian.
Striding into the bar she looked very much out of place, but that was okay, Jak was here on business. She was here to recruit. The UNSAIDs, her boss, wanted this man…though Jak didn’t know why…and she was damned if she was going to invite him into their precious ranks before she found out what made him so damned special that she had to be separated from her partner and sent to this godforsaken hole in the world.
Leaning on the bar she order; ”Southern Comfort and lime, thanks”, she smiled in her sweet American drawl.
Post by Aoife Doyle on Feb 22, 2013 13:56:20 GMT -5
The angel giggled, straddling the chest of the big male below her. The giggle seemed to fit her looks, her wild red hair now disheveled and damp worh sweat, her pale skin covered in freckles and sweat as well. A dainty hand reached up and brushed several wet strands of hair from her face revealing her magnificent crystalline eyes which stared down in to the eyes of the man beneath her. She couldn't have looked more then fifteen or sixteen, and dressed in an emerald green dress that accented her hair and black leggings that went up her legs to disappear beneath the dress with cute dress shoes covering her feet nobody would think any different as she leaned back down, her chest moving heavily as she breathe hard from her exertions.
That was precisly the down fall of the vamprye beneath her as she lifte we right hand and drew the shard of glass across his face, viciously slashing the already dead male from left forehead to the bottom right of his chin. She giggled a little more, drawing three more slashes across his face before her he's jerked up hearing the sirens. She muttered to resell and dropped the shard of glass, standing up and closing the metal fan with the sharp edges and slipping it in to the little holster beneath her dress on her thigh. She glanced up feeling the first drops of rain and glance around. Seeing a bar across the street with a second floor, she glanced both ways and faded across the street.
The rain increased before she reached the door, enveloping the night around her in the sound of a thousand miniture drums. Her dress was quickly soaked through, washing the blood away that had splattered upon her. She paused at the door, considering entering but knew it would the exceptionally strange look she would be exuding and this slipped around behind the building through the alley way. She glanced up and saw a window opened slight to allow the air and sound of rain in to a room and she smiled. Using her innate ability to fly, she launched herself up to the window and fitted her fingers beneath the frame and lifted the pane if transparent, melt sand and slipped inside. As she shit it a soft gasp alerted her to somebody nearby and she whipped around, spotting the small form of a child sitting up in a bed. She walked quickly over to the child and put a finger to her lips. "Shhh, please! I ran away from a horrible place, full of monsters and things. Do you have a daddy, mommy? They live here right?"
She watched the little girl nodded slowly, the movement just barely visible in the darkness. "Ok, maybe you can ask your daddy if I can spend the night? We can be friends!" The girl on the bed clapped her hands happily then stopped and spoke in her childish but feminine voice. "But daddy said I'm suppose to he asleep."
Aoife paused to think about that. The girl was an innocent little human. That she was sure of. No threat to herself at all. Which meant she didn't mean the girl any harm. Also she didnt want to get her in trouble. However.... "Maybe your daddy will understand? This is an emergency." The little girl in the bed nodded and slipped out of the bed, dressed in pajama bottoms and a long sleeve shirt and slipped on a pair of rabbit faced slippered and left the room, Aoife watching her back smiling.
Sylvester watched the female walk into his bar, striding right up to him and leaning upon the counter. She was decent looking he suppose, not that he was looking in that way. She certainly wasn't an ugly hag though. Despite her attire not being the 'usual' bar attendance atire it dodnt bother him. He had in his time seen far more, and far LESS clothing as well as stranger. He listened to her order and smiled as he spoke politely before repeating it back to her. "One southern comfort and lime coming right up ma'am." He turned and grabbed a bottle of one hundred proof Southern Comfort and poured a double shot glass full of the liquor and then reapplied the cap and set it back upon the shelf. He opened a small fridge and removed a whole lime and produced a knife and cut the citrus in to quarters and sliced a quarter in half and applied a small slit to the eighth of a lime and settled the lime upon the glass and handed it to her. "A southern comfort with a lime ma'am. Unless of course you wish for the already prepared lime version of the drink." He shrugged his shoulders. Some people where peculiar about their alcohol.
He glanced around the room and paused hearing a noise upstairs. Was that voices? Who in the world would would his daughter POSSIBLY be talking to at this to time of night. Fear gripped him suddenly and he reached beneath the counter and grabbed 'Betsy' his baseball bat and lifted a section of the counter. He barked at one if the men near the fire, a long time patron and personal friend. "Justin, watch it for me for a second? I thought I heard something upstairs." The man waved but before Slyvester could move his young daughter came down the stairs and walked up to him, grabbing his hand and tugging.
"Daddy, theirs a girl in my room. She says she ran away and she looks all cold and wet. Can we keep her daddy?"
Slyvester blinked and stared at his daughter and sighed, keeping holding of his baseball bat. He glanced at the man he has called Justin who simply nodded and then at the female who had just gotten there. "Pardon me ma'am, but I need to investigate this. Seems somebody had broken in to my baby girl's room."
Post by Rurik Sokol on Feb 23, 2013 11:46:37 GMT -5
Having sold a limb to someone he collected his money and left, driving down the road slowly in his Black and dark red R8 that he had shipped over from america. Rurik didn't mind renting cars while in other countries he just liked his R8. Spotting the bar and seeing the door just closing behind someone and the lights inside he pulled over and parked the car, turning it off he opens the door and steps out. Fixing his coat and scarf he closed the cars door behind him and locks it from the key ring. Looking up at the name of the bar he wondered why the name "Shivering Shard" but didn't pry on it to much as he over all didn't care to much.
Slipping his hands into his pockets he walked up to the building, twisting the handel he pushed the door open slowly and heard the small bell ring. Stepping inside he looked around as he closed the door behind him. Seeing the suited being in front of the bar he knew it had to either be a woman or a very feminine bodied man. The bartender was talking to his daughter and had a bat in his hand. Over hearing him speak of someone breaking into his daughters room Rurik raised an eyebrow and questioned just what he had stepped into. Looking over at the man sitting by the fire he looked back at the bar keep as he walked up and rested his arms on the bar as he sat down next to the suited woman. "Didn't think it would be this busy on a night like tonight."
Slipping his hand into his pocket he pulled out his phone and quickly started a program and put the phone to sleep face down on the bar. He was running a preliminary scan on all the cellphones around him, just to see who was who, quick information like name, occupation, outstanding criminal records, the usual.
