Post by Marcus Drago on Sept 6, 2014 20:00:49 GMT -5
Ghost gave an amused chuckle at the woman's words. It was not a chuckle that came from his mouth, seeing as he wanted to remain quiet as the two beings were having a conversation. The chuckle came from his nose and shrouded itself with the sound of the wind that blew slightly vigorous in the night sky. His enjoyment of her words came from the way she answered the new mans question, making it seem like the answer was 'no' to the lesser idiots. She didn't say no and she didn't say yes. She just said she had to disappoint him and disappointing him could have meant a lot of things. Like not answering yes or no to the mans question for instance. The woman only gave him more amusement when she mentioned the word eavesdropper. His wonderment of whether she had found him out or she was just being an intelligent lady strode through his mind. He tried his best to be quiet, feet touching the ground as though it was rat like and sound hiding under the noise of cars that passed by or left the establishment. But no matter how hard he would try, he could never hide his thoughts. That which were so easy to read. An open book to anyone who had the powers look inside it. Of course he did not know that anyone around him had abilities such as that; in fact he did not know if such abilities even exist yet.
His head went up to try and catch a glimpse of the stars while still the ones he listened to continued to speak. He couldn't find any through the large lights of the lamp post and lighted rooms on top of large buildings. He knew very well that he was not going to catch a beautiful view of the dark sky in the city, but he still tried. That's what his entire life seemed to be about. Knowing that things were futile but still trying to overcome. He was doing this now, though not with the stars. He was doing this with the two who were having a conversation over the unconscious bodies of policemen. He was trying to listen in on something for no purpose but to feed his curiosity. And the person he was trying to read gave nothing to him that would answer his curious mind. So that made reading her futile. And doing such a thing could only force his life into more danger than this night had already gave him. Her friend had a gun and did not shy from using it cleverly, though he did use it on police officers, so there was no telling what a woman prepared for war would do to him if she found out that he was listening to her.
"Please be careful." Those sweet and innocent words played in the record of his ears. They were what stopped him from going forward and acting on idiotic impulse to the events that took place. It was thanks to those caring words that he stayed in his alleyway, his safe haven from death for only a little while. He thought of those words finding it hard to believe that they were directed towards him.
You spend your entire life being a jack ass to everyone that you forget what the feeling of having someone who cared for you felt like. You forget what it means to have a family or friends who would go through hell to help you through anything. He lost all those feelings when he lost his family one hundred years ago, it was actually a surprise to him that it did not show to his surface until now. His whole life he had hidden his true wishes of being cared for yet those three words managed, somehow, to bring him back to the reality of happiness. "Please be careful."
His eyes closed one more time while he took in a deep breath before letting it out, no longer caring if it was muffled by the noise of something else. He thought of his actions carefully before doing them. He stepped, creating a loud enough sound to vibrate from the walls of the alley and into the ears of the two that were standing near half dead and dead bodies. Where he moved would not be to the door that was in the alleyway near the garbage, the door that would have led him back inside the back entrance of the building and towards Bethany's eyes. He already knew that door was locked from the outside and wanted to make no effort to try and open it. Actually he did not want to move into the bar at all, though that was obviously the better choice. His feet decided against better choices and headed straight towards the two who he were listening to.
He would show himself, in a brown trench coat with a small hump on his back like the other two. His yellow strands of hair would be on his shoulders, and his red eyes, well they were the star of his entire feature. He would stop and catch a look of the situation, as though it surprised him that such a thing had actually happen. He would look at the two cops with fear and turn specifically to the woman with hair of ruby reds in the night, and give her a questioning look as if asking if they were dead. Though his true intentions of looking at her would not be readable to them, as his eyes only spoke of fear. He wanted to catch a good look at her entire face, wanting to know what beauty matched those watchful eyes he unmistakably recognized from so long ago. Maybe it was an act of his curiosity again. And no matter if this woman pulled her hood up the moment he stepped from the shadow, his eyes already caught enough of her to remember her ruby reds along with her pupils from secretly watching the events moments ago.
He would then look at the man with shoulder length hair with the same flabbergasted look he gave the female. He would look at the cops again while backing away slowly then suddenly stop. His eyes would close and once opened his look of shock would be gone. His act of looking fearful was so that both would know that he had no clue what was going on. His eyes would roll along with a sigh from his lips, telling the two that he did not like the fortune he was given, then his body would move directly towards the two unconscious men that were next to the two standing possible criminals. Whether blood shed would happen between Ghost and the other two was their decision. They could try to kill him, but he would not roll over and admit death so easily.
He would kneel in front of the cops and not look towards the two standing anymore, telling them that he had no interest in their looks. All of this telling would be non-verbally of course. His words would only flow when he found that it was safe to be among them. "Looks like you two had your fun. Though taking out police officers in front of a bar is a good example of the wrong kind of fun isn't it." He gave a nervous chuckle even though he was not nervous one bit. "I would like to advise you two to leave the scene as quick as you could before more officers decide to check up on the two laying bodies here."
His hands would check the pulse of both officers, telling the standing characters that he did not trust them if they stated that the policemen where alive. "I will take care of the cops, so no need to worry for their safety." Another nervous chuckle came. It was an unspoken laugh that said he was trying to make an awkward moment such as this funny even though this was not a joking manner. Many would do such a thing to kill the bad atmosphere of an area or cope with what was going on. A way to break the bad ice. Ghost copied this ice breaker technique almost perfectly, though he was not the type of man to be nervous about anything like this. It was an act, a marvelous performance as he called it. A performance trained to where not even the skilled of reading faces would be able to tell who he really was on the inside.
"If you are going back into the bar, may you do me a favor and tell the young lady I was with that Ghost is waiting outside. One of you must know who she looks like. Oh and, what ever you do, please don't harm her." For a moment his eyes were threatening both, giving off a look of anger and revenge if they were to actually do something he didn't like. That moment would only last a second before his head would turn back to the cops. "Thank you."
Last Edit: Sept 8, 2014 16:22:33 GMT -5 by Marcus Drago
Post by Bethany Barone on Sept 7, 2014 20:59:57 GMT -5
Bethany was still waiting at the table. He left her here longer than she wanted. The woman had no idea what was going on. She impatiently tapped her fingers on the top of the table and waited some more. The only other man inside the bar now was the one with bandages, and he still looked rather calm for there being a shooting just outside. Beth almost convinced herself to go over and find out if he knew anything, but Ghosts katana was still at her side. She couldn't just leave it there, or take it with her and risk it being seen by the strange man, or anyone else at that.
The time was going too slow. Just sitting here when she could be doing something. Every time she heard a noise she hoped it was him coming back in to retrieve her, or at least someone to tell her what the hell was going on.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Sept 7, 2014 22:21:19 GMT -5
Those seemingly blood-drenched eyes gazed upon the man with both a deathly coldness and a fierce fire. The two elements complimented each other rather than conflicting, making the truth behind them extremely hard to read. They surveyed her target without revealing a single shred of a hint towards their goal. The gaze was pure hard calculation. Even with the most intimate of fun they could have promised, it was all thought out, as if purely for her benefit or gain.
In the silence of the two eying one another, something brought out a smirk from the daemoness. The effect, when mixed with those eyes would have been unsettling to most. She would either come across as someone looking at a slab of meat to have her way with, or someone who was about to do something very very unsettling. It wouldn't be too far to assume that she intended to murder the man before her, even though at the moment the thought was not one amongst them. The silent amusement would remain with her, as she offered nothing to hint at just what it was that she found so particularly amusing at the time.
Those eyes blinked slowly as her head tilted. It didn't take the ability to read a person's mind to see that Varik was skeptical of her answer. That fact itself didn't come as a surprise to the daemoness. The answer was vague and left plenty of options as to it's meaning. It was a careful statement designed to deflect, but not outright lie. She didn't take the man for a complete fool, so the fact he didn't buy it only served to prove he had at least a little more intelligence than the average man. Still she would not act upon it. The less spoken about it, the better. She would leave it up to him how he chose to take what she said as there really was nothing to prove... nor disprove her involvement.
"Well now.. It doesn't have to be quite that far... Specially given I'm walking. And no, you're not going to get me onto that little crotch rocket of yours." The daemoness chuckled again before cutting it off. Even before the man stepped her eyes wandered down the alley in Marcus's direction. Those red spheres were partially hidden by her eyelids as she squinted at the figure as he revealed himself. The daemoness's head remained stationary while those eyes rotated to follow the man as he approached, waiting till he came to a stop only a short distance from them.
His attempt to act surprised was wasted on the daemoness as she gave him a flat stare. The man's actions, despite all his smoke and mirrors, struck Rennia as fairly translucent. Despite that, she let him talk and go about with his interest in the cops. At that point her eyes turned towards Varik and her lips curled up in a smirk, an obvious indicator of her amusement. She then turned her gaze back to Marcus before her began to speak again. The man then turned up to look at them as he finished with his threatening words. Rennia gazed back flatly at him in response. Finally she began to laugh softly and shake her head side to side.
Even before the man stepped out she had already begun forming a plan. Now it entered into a more advanced stage. The daemoness began calculating ways in which to kill the man before her and disposed of the actual problem he represented. It would be a simple matter to slice his head off or to simply pull out her pistol and blast his brains out, but she was thinking of something far more elaborate than that.
At the same time her expression dropped back into that faint predatory smirk as she leveled her gaze on Marcus again. "Tu eri un pazzo allora, e tu sei un pazzo ora." Her words came out in fluent Italian, chosen specifically for context. After her brief dip into the foreign language, she returned to English. "I was beginning to wonder when you'd show yourself. You set quite a scene inside the bar." The woman paused to give him a somewhat cheeky smile. "The cops are not dead, as I am sure by your little test you've probably concluded. Perhaps you should pay a little more attention or don't assume if you can't. Either way.. I have nothing to fear as I have done nothing wrong. I do think your attempt at advising those far more experienced than you is somewhat wasted.. and I would suggest in the future... That you try to leave the threats behind at the kiddy table. They're not the most flattering on you."
The daemoness's humanoid face locked in Marcus's direction, those eyes looking him over much the same as they had done Varik. Underneath her cloak the woman's fingers began to slip towards one of the locations she normally kept one of her holsters, waiting for the perfect moment to whip that arm out and give the man another sweet surprise.
Post by Richard G. Hale on Sept 9, 2014 21:53:18 GMT -5
Richard sat, toyed with the empty casings that he had just recently fired off, and took small sips from a little glass in front of him. It wasn't hard to just sink into the surroundings in such a place, which was a handy party trick when cylinders needed to be reloaded. It was only a precaution really, reloading, but somehow the old skeleton didn't think that anyone particularly cared for his vague warnings given by two .454s and a .38. Granted going around and disarming lawmen wasn't necessarily the best way to tell people that it'd be a good idea to keep calm and rational, but hey, Richard was half-drunk and he had a headache. Not to mention that he was pretty pissed about having to stay in this hellhole for even just a little while longer, all because of some stupid real estate chase.
With a sigh, the bandage-covered sack of bones would swipe the slightly blackened brass off of the table, and deposit them into the bag between his feet. Couldn't afford to waste anything these days, and what didn't add up to sell could be cleaned out and reloaded. Not like Richard had anywhere he could set up a reloading kit, that was one of the reasons he was out looking for a place to settle down.
Post by Marcus Drago on Sept 20, 2014 22:27:07 GMT -5
She did him the kindness of speaking and he would do her the same. Though he found her words vicious and insulting, despite the fact that she did not speak vulgar verbs to him. What made the words insulting to him was the way she spoke. Almost like her words dehumanized him, made to make the daemon feel small to her. The man had no doubts that she thought of him as an ant, something that could be squished any time she wanted to work her boots. She continued speaking and he did nothing but squatted near the downed bodies of police officers. His eyes, never met her, he stayed only staring at the ground. For a while, after she was done speaking, he was motionless. Not looking up, not moving away, just motionless. As though he was an unmovable stone. Waiting for something, but what was unknown.
"Allora?" He finally replied to her. He allowed the silence to rein again as he began digging through both of the officers pockets. When he found a wallet he dug into it for the drivers licence. The certificate saying that they were able to drive was all he needed. He wanted their names, and when he found the information he placed the licence back inside the wallet then into the pocket from which he pulled it from. He then took a while to remember their names, saying it over three times in his head while picturing the information on the cards. Their names became new information with a familiarity to his tongue. The reason for why he was doing this would only be known to him, but one would consider what he was doing odd if they had curiosity.
Marcus then took the hand of the younger cop. He was the same size as the daemon, weight less as well, but Marcus would still struggle to do his next task.
With deep breather he lifted the man over his shoulder and stood tall to finally look at the woman in red. "Mi dispiace. Non ho mai visto o incontrato in tutta la mia vita." His words were fluent in the language of Italian, strong and understanding for all that spoke in his tongue. His gaze this time was not threatening, but curious. A brow raised and eyes centered on her. Whether she took the hint or not was up to her. He wanted no more action than what he got today, and looked for none from her.
He waited a little while. Waited for her to do something or say something to him. His eyes would not let go of hers, his body would not move to or away from hers. Everything he did completely from this point would be because of her actions first. If nothing happened, if no attempts on his life where taken place, then he would continue doing what he planned before.
By this time the man on his shoulder would be stifling and Marcus would slowly wish to have this man off of him. The daemons feet moved to the police officers car, that was completely locked from those who did not have keys. Luckily Marcus had some, the ones that he pulled from the man he was carrying. The key fit inside the key hole to the vehicle and Marcus twisted then pulled the knob to the front drivers seat to his position so that the vehicle would open up to him. "Smells nice," He said taking a good whiff to the new car smell and marveling at the leather and other material inside. "Looks nice too."
Marcus body would slip in with the mans so that the police officer would be placed perfectly into the drivers seat. He would make sure that the man was comfortable, then he would place a seat belt around the chest of the officer and into the buckle. Next was the older and more heavier set man still laying on the ground from a far ways away. To save time struggling to get the man inside the vehicle, like he did with the other, he would open the backseat first then stroll to the large male.
Marcus would play in his mind how he would take action to getting the man in the car. The hardest part would be getting him up from the ground without a helping hand. Never the less, Marcus felt the need to do so despite the difficulty. He would place the mans arm over his shoulder while one of his hands would hold the mans wrist. Marcus other fingers would go under the mans under arm then to the other side of the mans stomach. With a large grunt Marcus would hold the man up and, despite if he received help or not, drag the man to the back seat and make sure that the man was in a laying position inside the police traveling machine. Once Marcus was done with that arduous task, the daemon would place a seat belt on the heavy set laying officer, just like he did with the thinner officer, then he would take small time to breath. It was tough carrying both men, even for a daemon with level 4 strength, and it would be even more strenuous if he had two creatures, possibly wanting to kill him, stare at his work.
After the small time of rest he would move to the officer who sat in the driver seat and deliver to the man an extremely strong wake up slap. "Aaaaah! Aaaaah! Aaaaaaah!" The man would scream to the pain of the sting from the slap. He would hold his reddened cheeks with intensity, trying to get rid of the horrible feeling by touch, then look at Marcus with fear in his eyes. This man definitely had no clue how to handle situations, and from the looks of the way the officer handled this situation, it was clear that he still did not lose that fear that all police officers had on the first months of the job. "Who are you?!" The officer would ask the daemon, obviously flabbergasted by what Marcus just did. Marcus then would do something unexpected by many and pulled out a detectives badge. On it were the words NYPD and it formed a sea shell shape. "Detective Vaughn," Marcus would say. "I need you to call the station and tell them that everything is fine then take your higher up and get him to the hospital." Once again Marcus used those acting skills to his advantage. There was no bluff in his voice or scratch in his words. If one did not know him then they would actually think him to be a detective, and a serious one at that. "But..." The man replied trying to glance over at the dead body, the woman in red, and the man that knocked him out. But Marcus did not allow that man the opportunity to take a look. "Unless you want me to report you for not following orders I suggest you do what I told you to." The man paused for a while, only looking at Marcus. "Understood," he said then began his long talk with the ones on the other side of the radio before driving away in a hurry.
Marcus sighed then turned to look at the final puzzle piece to why he was out and about in the night. The dead vampire that gave him so much trouble in the beginning. This entire night, with the shooting and the killing, had given Marcus another bad memory to keep. The intoxication was slowly sinking to the parts of his system that were immune and the woman he was on a date with was probably pissed that he was not there with her. This night was shit, but it had a chance of getting better. Unfortunately, business came first, and his business was to finish what he did not start.
The daemon moved to the laying vampire and noticed a small puddle of blood that was scattered on the ground. Normally a vampires blood count would not be high enough to flow on the floor unless the creature was a dhampir, half human half vampire, or took the blood of another to heal itself. Sadly, Marcus could not do anything for the blood, but he could take care of the vampire. Like he did with the novice officer, he lifted the dead body over his back and began walking, slowly to the large building of the bar. If no one tried to kill him, Marcus would begin jumping on the wall of the buildings so that he would land on top of its roof, done so by using the force of his wings and the wind to lift him up further with every hop. The roof would have no way to get up to and no way to get down from. The possible chances of someone spotting the creature at the dead of night would be small, but with the way life worked there was no telling if someone would spot the creature in no time. But, still Marcus hoped that the sun would burn the creatures flesh before others noticed the dead body.
Marcus sat the man down in a position that looked like the creature was sleeping, then he took off his coat and placed it over the mans body up to his shoulders. The dead vampire actually looked like a sleeping vampire, something that would cause less pandemonium than if it just looked like a person laying bloody on top of a building.
The daemons wings would be bare, subjective to the wind, and it would fly back down to where the red woman stood, if she was still there by this point. He would not exchange any words to her nor meet her eye to eye. He would just move until he was near the entrance to the bar. If nothing else happened, he would open the bar door and move inside.
Last Edit: Sept 22, 2014 18:31:04 GMT -5 by Marcus Drago
Post by Bethany Barone on Sept 24, 2014 19:27:53 GMT -5
She had taken the katana and placed it onto the table. Beth could tell it had had much use. As she examined its edges and detail, she thought that if she ever made it through the night alive and got to some tools, she could make this katana sharper and stronger for him if he let her. If he even came back for her..
Bethany got up out of the booth, carrying the weapon with her. She wasn't holding it like she was about to use it. Truthfully she had no idea how to use such a weapon anyway. Beth walked right past the bandaged man, and to the doorway. She made it just in time to see part of the current events. The group was standing outside of the bar. Talking. Really? He left her inside so he could have a sweet conversation with a group of his buddies? No.. something was odd about this.
Depending on how the events followed is how Beth would react. Either way, Beth was drunk and angry she was ditched and left inside the bar alone to rot.
Beth walked out to the group, with an annoyed look. She glared at Marcus first, and moved her eyes to the rest. It was obvious that the woman was no real threat. Just a dumb intoxicated girl not thinking before her actions.
Last Edit: Sept 24, 2014 20:06:02 GMT -5 by Bethany Barone
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Sept 25, 2014 16:39:59 GMT -5
The daemoness gave a disingenuous smile to the man as he spoke. She understood full well the effect her words had on him, long before she ever opened her mouth, but the woman simply didn't care. The truth was that he had ultimately had brought it upon himself, both here and the last time the two had met up. Those eyes lit up and a faint chuckle escaped from her. "I guess I must have met some other charming looking fool of a man then. Oh well, I was planning on having some fun with that one." Rennia gave a disappointed sigh and shook her head. While charming was definitely more than a little bit generous on her part, she did indeed seem to be disappointed at the thought of not having her fun.
For a moment, Rennia regarded the man. A part of her was considering what she would do to him, if anything. Truth was that she was somewhat tempted to do something, but she just wasn't sure what yet. The woman turned her head to the side and looked up towards the sky as the man set about doing whatever it was he intended to do. The daemoness made no effort to stop him as he went about collecting the unconscious officers, but she didn't exactly help him either. For the most part, the daemoness was absorbed with the many options, she was also wondering what was swimming through the mind of the other individual who had gone silent during this little turn of events.
The man did catch her interest momentarily when he began to admire the inside of the cop car. One of those crimson brows hiked up, but she didn't do anything other than watch the interaction. She began wondering if he was simply crazy. Of course, the crazy ones were always the most dangerous, as predicting their movements was often not always possible.. but there were ways. On the other hand, the man had shown a level of awareness that was not common to crazy individuals, so maybe he was just eccentric. That was of course the more probable of the two. At length the woman simply shrugged it off and let the moment pass.
The fiendish woman smirked to herself as she watched him struggle with the officers. It was funny watching him pull and tug and push the two into their seats. Even if she had considered helping him prior, the mere site of the man's efforts to get them into the car were enough to halt any such thought as she instead chose to watch in pure, silent amusement.
When he finally succeeded in that task, he did something slightly unexpected. He slapped one of the officers, rousing them from their unconscious state. Again the woman's brow hiked, but she remained both silent and unmoving as she watched the officer react at first with a scream, and then complete incomprehension at the fact they'd been assaulted by someone who at the moment was an entirely unknown figure to them. The officer finally spat out a question and Rennia's brow hiked up even further, and the woman was forced to place a hand over her mouth to assist in stifling the laugh that was about to escape from her when she heard the response come out. The daemoness quickly lowered her hand, but kept her lips pressed tightly together throughout the entire conversation between the two. Heavy, steadying breaths escaped through her nose, but would go entirely unnoticed between the distance, lack of light, and ambient nose of the surroundings. With all her clothing, one wouldn't even be able to see her chest heave as the woman fought the urge to chuckle and completely destroy the man's story. Truth was she was completely amused watching it, and the clearly inexperienced officer seemed to gobble it up. If nothing else, it made the daemoness glad she didn't act any earlier and end the little charade before getting to watch the most amusing show she'd seen in a while.
Following the departure of the officer, the man turned to deal with the remaining body. By this point it seemed her brow was destined to stay propped up by her muscles and curiosity as the man seemed to take the most.. interesting (If nothing else) measures to deal with the problem. He grabbed up the body and attempted to scale up the building, using his wings for assistance. Rennia watched the attempt with more amusement, as the task would likely prove difficult, though not impossible. The man seemed to at least be a determined fool if nothing else. She could appreciate that on some level, she supposed. Those eyes trailed after him as he made his way up, doing whatever it was he planned on doing on the roof as she temporarily lost sight of him.
Finally he'd come back down from his little foray on the roof, just in time for the door to the bar to open. Mostly faced away from the door, the woman was allowed to grin wickedly, knowing who it was without even looking. The smile disappeared instantly as she turned around to look at the woman who had accompanied the man from the hotel earlier. A momentary look of surprise crossed her face and she quickly brought a hand up, as if reaching out (albeit far to far away to touch) to Bethany. The hand quickly fell to her side as she looked with almost nervousness between Marcus and Bethany. That's when it happened.
When Rennia's eyes locked onto Bethany's again, reality and Bethany's world would shatter. Before Bethany's eyes, a woman would suddenly dart out from the nearby ally, running straight for Marcus as she yelled 'wait!' The woman looked entirely disheveled, as if she had just finished having a rough make-out session with someone, and didn't even bother to tidy up. Even in the dim lighting, it was clear that a light layer of sweat covered the girl, and it looked like her dress had been hastily reorganized. She would run straight into Marcus, who at first seemed put off or surprised by the whole thing, and about to object to it. His objections would however be cut off as the woman planted a full on kiss onto his lips. There was little doubt that a lot of tongue was involved in this kiss and it was far from silent. The hands Marcus had brought up to protest lowered back down, but not completely. Instead they came forward and back up, slipping entirely beneath the girl's short dress, and leaving little to the imagination what they were doing focused around the woman's behind. The woman broke the kiss and brought a hand up to start running along his chest. 'I didn't even get your name..'
Bethany would see the daemoness's eyes dart over to Marcus and suddenly roll. She would then look back forward and pinch the bridge of her nose, looking entirely frustrated. "Miss, I.. I am so sorry about this. We caught him making out with her in the back alley there. We overheard a noise during our conversation, and when we looked we saw him with her. Once he realized it was over, he came out and we started talking about this." Rennia would break off to gesture the general area, though not quite entirely in Marcus's direction. "He warned us not to do anything to you, not to tell you that he was out here.. but..."
During this time the girl seemed to have overheard, looking incredulously at Marcus. 'You're with this girl? Guh! You fucking pig!' At which point the girl would shove herself off the man and suddenly take off as fast as she could manage in high heels.' Marcus meanwhile would momentarily have a smug grin on his face before it would vanish.
Of course, if Marcus actually made his way towards Beth, the woman would see that, though his words may not entirely reach the girl. Marcus meanwhile would hear most of what Rennia had said, conveniently without any mention of the woman or the 'not'. He would also see Rennia gazing with an almost sympathetic look towards Bethany.
Post by Richard G. Hale on Sept 26, 2014 2:15:40 GMT -5
Things seemed to be settling down somewhat in the area, finally. Sure there might have been some tension building outside, possibly some warrants out in a matter of minutes or hours, maybe some aggravated gangs, but none of that really concerned the young Reaper. The more he sat in his booth and thought about it the less it bothered him, the less everything started to bother him. It didn't particularly matter one way or another if he was being looked for in the united states, he had been searched for a few times before, all unsuccessfully. Life would keep going on just like it always had and would continue to do no matter the outcome of a local situation, just like that one time in France.
Richard hated France.
After everything settled down, the idea passed through the kid's head that it might be nice to just start small with his endeavors in real estate. He could certainly afford to just buy a shop and stock somewhere, his recent spelunking trip had made certain of that, but he hadn't the faintest idea of how to get started. Dick had spent so much time wandering more or less aimlessly that he didn't know if he could stand just stopping and watching the world pass him by as it always seemed to do, which might be problematic for the proprietor of a small business. No, it would be a much better idea to just build up a house out in the woods near a small town or something, and to then work his way up from there. It would give him plenty of time to adjust to the new settings and way of life, while at the same time giving him some much needed social experience, and general dealings with people. Not to mention that building up an estate would be a more-than-worthy way of spending all of that extra free time gained by simply not moving.
The woman passing by caused the Reaper's eyes to jump up in curiosity, ultimately drawing him out of his daydreams of a homestead. It looked like she was carrying a sort of sheathe with her as she made her way outside, presumably to meet up with her unfortunate date. It was tempting to grab her attention and warn her of the dangers of the wrong sort of company, but ultimately it was decided that she would owe some favors if her life was saved any more times that night. She still did owe some favors of course, but Richard figured he would let her off the hook this time. It wasn't like him to hound after people who owed him a favor or two, somewhat in contrast, he supposed, to when he was in the same situation. Regardless, the woman's affairs were of no matter to the Reaper, and he wasn't about to get himself involved yet again.
Letting himself sink back into his booth as the woman made her way out of the front doors of the small establishment, Richard began to reconstruct his earlier daydream. He figured the first thing he had better start working on when he got the chance was the main building, which would have a main entryway, a sort of central room, a living room, kitchen, and dinning room, as well as perhaps two bedrooms. The kitchen and dining rooms would connect via a doorway and a sort of island or bar, and on the other side of the central room would lie the living room, or den. There would be two stairways at the rear of the central area leading up to the two bedrooms, and some utility areas, such as bathrooms and closets. Plumbing and power were going to have to be plumbed and layed out, but Richard figured that it wouldn't be too much of a problem, and took a big gulp of water from a little bottle in his pack.
Post by Marcus Drago on Sept 26, 2014 14:01:32 GMT -5
Time passed fast between the two. The horrible pain in his back, the horrible tingling in his head, and the horrible sounds of death knocking were gone. From the appearance of the current situation, the woman seemed to not want to cause trouble for now. It made him laugh, not a loud laugh or a show that he was extremely happy, but an amusing laugh with a cocky smile. The smile left him when an old face revealed itself to him again. In the midst of his want to rid of the trouble he made long ago, he had forgotten the fiery red head beauty inside the bar. He had made an impatient woman wait, and she looked like she was ready to make him pay the price.
Marcus eyes laid on Bethany's, watching hers and her facial gestures. When there was nothing, he would find something from the other woman. But what he found, what he heard, what his eyes were seeing, no one in Marcus position would ever agree to liking it. "Miss. I.... I am sorry about this. We overheard a noise during our conversation, and when we looked we saw him. He came out and we started talking." Clear words that came from the red woman's mouth. It made Marcus brow raise to her, it also made that amused grin shine more. And when Bethany would say something or do something, that amused grin would be there, the only reaction Marcus would give. From under his breath he would utter the words, "I see." Then after, his mouth would become zipped and his eyes would become wide, full of awareness.
Though, he would take some action. In the woman's hand would remain his long blade. The blade he had treasured more than anything. He trusted her with his prized possession, knowing that she would keep it safe. The blade will become able to open again while his hands were up after he lifted them. He would still say nothing, but make a 'come hither' gesture to the second red head who seemed furious of his presence.
Last Edit: Sept 26, 2014 14:37:48 GMT -5 by Marcus Drago
Post by Bethany Barone on Sept 27, 2014 0:17:07 GMT -5
Rennia's scene had gotten to her. Seeing some woman with her arms around the man she was beginning to fall for really made her want to destroy something. But Beth held in her anger the best she could, though it was clear she was struggling to keep calm. She knew she had no real reason to be that angry. He was a man, and they had only just met. If they were in a real relationship she might have acted differently. She was mostly angry with herself. How was she stupid enough to think someone could actually care? Her insecurities from her past came back and her face went from angry to sad. Once she realized it, she changed to a blank and emotionless stare.
Ghost motioned for her to come to him. She had forgotten that she still had his weapon in her hands. Beth began to walk to him, looking at the other woman slightly as she passed. The woman held out the blade for the daemon to take. She wouldn't give him any eye contact. Once he took it from her hands, she would waste no time in turning back the other direction away from him.
There was no reason for her to stay, so unless she was stopped by someone or something, Bethany would continue walking as far away from all of them as possible.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Sept 27, 2014 1:38:45 GMT -5
Rennia's eyes would flit between the two after she spoke. A furrow came to the woman's brow and she clucked her tongue. She knew the look Beth was now giving the man and knew that the image she showed the woman was more eye opening than anything. A part of her was somewhat disappointed that the woman showed restraint, but at the same time she could understand why. The woman probably knew next to nothing about the man, and to be honest, he really wasn't worth getting upset over, even if she had. It was more a cold realization that he may not have been what she was hoping for. Rennia could easily imagine what was going through Bethany's mind right now. Perhaps she might not have been so different if she'd lead a normal life.
Rennia's eyes darted over towards Marcus. They gazed at the man from behind her bangs which swayed side to side as she shook her head. A sigh followed halfway through that shake of her head and she spoke loud enough that Beth would be able to hear, but only just. "You're such an ass." Even though he hadn't technically done what he'd been seen doing (this time), Rennia was certain it was the sort of thing the man would do anyway. That and she remembered everything else he had said and done, both this time and last. However, the woman would grant the man his wish in a way. She would give him no more grief as she stepped forward.
Rennia picked up a quick pace until she'd catch up with Bethany and reach out to grasp the woman's hand. Whether or not she succeeded, she would continue to close the gap till she was beside, or if necessary, in front of Bethany. There Rennia would speak softly, offering the woman a sympathetic smile. "Hey, didn't get a chance to ask earlier but uh, I thought maybe we could go talk somewhere..." The woman would turn her eyes towards Marcus for a split moment before looking back at Bethany. "We can talk about anything you want, Hm? You look like you could use a little cheering up, and some good quality fun. That and I have a few things I might suggest, how's that sound?"
Rennia would keep her gaze upon the shorter girl next to her unless Marcus made a move to step forward. With his chance to escape from the woman, Rennia would shoot him a glance if he attempted to close in on the pair. It wasn't a threatening gaze per say, more as it was an almost accusing gaze. It was the sort of gaze a casual girl would give an unfamiliar pervert or someone who had been caught molesting or perhaps even stealing.
"I just need to step back inside and let my friend know. He's probably been waiting for me this whole time, and I really shouldn't keep him. It's kinda rude of me. I just wanted to make sure that there wasn't going to be any trouble out here, and it looks like there isn't any so.. " Rennia would offer another soft smile at that. "If you want to drink more, or stay in the bar, we could, otherwise I've got an idea of someplace worth going. If you want of course. I won't force you, I know your night's been pretty rough as it is, between the stuff here at the bar and whatever came before it... Whatever it was seemed to have you pretty beat, least it looked that way when I first spotted you in the Bar."
Post by Richard G. Hale on Sept 28, 2014 21:09:55 GMT -5
Richard was, in the grand scheme of things, pretty stupid and oblivious. For everything that he did know, and that was a tentative list considering that nothing was ever certain, there was a host of many other things that he didn't. He knew this and fully accepted it, it was one of the reasons he liked to read, and keep to himself. For example, Richard knew that Milton was a wonderful writer despite having been blind when Paradise Lost was composed, but he hadn't the faintest idea of what was happening outside. He knew that what was going on outside probably had nothing to do with him, but he had no idea where the string he had been using as a bookmark had run off to. He didn't particularly need the string to mark his place, he could remember most things quite clearly, but it was a shame that he had lost such an aged traveling companion. He'd been carrying that piece of string around with him for the past three years, and it was severely disappointing to have misplaced it.
With a sigh, the Reaper would set his copy of Milton's masterpiece on the table in front of him, and flipped to the last page he remembered reading with one hand. On finding the page the old hermit would narrow his eyes at a small lump jammed deep within the pages. He didn't recall ever mistreating any of his copies of any sort of literature, but here there seemed to be a flaw. On further inspection of the little lump running up between the pages, and a little prodding with a long bony finger, Richard discovered that it was actually his bookmark. A smile flitted over his face as he withdrew the deeply-dug thread, happy that it wasn't actually lost. The string was loosely tied around the Reaper's wrist for safekeeping as he read onwards, and patiently bided his time as he waited for... something. He supposed he didn't really need to be waiting for anything, but it was the polite thing to do.
Post by Marcus Drago on Oct 14, 2014 21:17:48 GMT -5
Marcus was never the type to waste his efforts on figuring out the emotional changes of one woman, but this new character development of Bethany's had him searching for answers. She had, what Marcus wanted to call, a change due to issues. He had no idea why she had this shrink in anger and rise in depression, but it came fast, so fast that it nearly scared him. What if she turned from sad to furious? Pulled out another hidden weapon and fired, this time actually having loaded magnums inside it. Marcus was ignorant with her, which could only change if he payed more attention to her, observed everything about her.
He first began his observation when she walked towards him, his hands never falling to his side. He kept his fingers firmly in the air and waiting for her to give his blade, his eyes planted on hers. However, when he wanted her to look at him, she didn't. She stared more at the other woman than she did him. The closer she came, the more clear her blank expression appeared to him. Never before had he seen a woman do this to him- despite his asshole nature- all enjoyed his company when he wanted them to. He may appear dumbfounded, but a one hundred year old Daemon would learn SOME class throughout his living years. Maybe there was another reason, maybe there was something going on with Bethany and she needed his assistance. It would not be very hard for him to deal with her situation, after all he handled before, he could handle a little female drama.
As Bethany came close and held out Marcus's blade for him to take, Marcus allowed his fingers to drop and hold on his back, both palms away from his katana. He would not take the blade and he would not allow her to forcibly give it to him until she spoke. "What is wrong with you?" Marcus said sincerely, actually caring about her well being. He was- at most times- a heartless man, but he had saved her life once. He now found it his responsibility to care for her, even if she did not want him to.
Post by Bethany Barone on Nov 18, 2014 18:12:59 GMT -5
So much had happened at once, and Bethany was trying hard to remain sane. On her way over to Ghost, someone's hand grasped hers. She turned to see the woman who was somewhere around a foot or so taller than herself. The woman made an offer to ditch this bar with her friend who was still inside. At least she didn't forget about people..
Something caused Beth to be cautious of the new woman. Although she seemed friendly enough, the way she stated that whatever it was that Beth had done before the bar made her look pretty beat. It wasn't going to stop her from joining the long legged woman and her friend inside the bar. She didn't show Rennia her suspicion unless the woman was able to read minds. Bethany gave her a genuine looking smile and thanked her for her concern. "I'd love to join. Just give me a moment please."
The redhead stopped in front of the Daemon, still trying to hide her emotions of sadness and anger. As she held out his blade, he wasn't taking it. Instead he made her look at him while he asked what was wrong with her. Really? He had some nerve. "What's wrong with YOU?" She couldn't hide her anger anymore. "You really don't know? You ditch me inside the bar to fool around with whoever the hell that was. How dare you treat women that way and grin about it!" Her fist raises up and paused briefly before it went straight for his face. She wanted him to know if was coming, and he deserved it. She would be even more pissed if he phased or dodged her punch in any way.