It's all fun and games...

[Dexter Pendragon]

The air inside the bar was clear. Dexter growled. He missed New York already. He missed the grey clouds of addiction fuelled death and the heavy scent of nicotine in the air. He frolicked in those small, musky bars of NYC but he could not stay there forever and soon made the trip over the Atlantic by wing. After sleeping for three days he was ready to hit a bar and have some fun and this was what he had gotten. He had not been to England for many years and subsequently had not heard of the public smoking ban. It was a disgrace to mortal greed everywhere. If mortals wanted to kill themselves they should be able to do it in public. What's the fun killing yourself at home? They should just take razor blades to themselves and be done with it. Well, that was how the passionate Dexter thought of it.

He took a seat at the mahogany trimmed bar removing his futile sunglasses with a sigh. He stared at them for a moment remembering the event that had followed after buying them in Egypt.

“Would you care for a drink, Sir?” The bartender asked pulling him out of his reverie.

Dex looked up and for a split second debated whether to kill everyone in the bar. Deciding against it he replied “Of course I want a drink!” He barked “Why else would I be here? It's not like I'm here for your soul or anything.” His eyes flickered red and expelled a little Aura of Fear.

“Sorry!” the bartender squealed.

“You better be.” Dex growled “A double-shot of whisky and a pint of that.” he said gesturing vaguely at a dispenser. The bartender hurried to obey his command and when he had done so moved over to the other end of the bar without even asking for payment. This put Dex in something of a better mood.

[Solemn Creed]

Sol was attempting to smooth back his hair when he stumbled out of the bathroom. His gait was a bit more clumsy and uncontrolled than his usual powerful, yet graceful, stride and he altogether seemed a bit of a mess. His black t-shirt with demon graphics was more than slightly wrinkled and his jeans were unbuckled. Not to mention the slight telltale streak of lipstick on his neck and the female undergarment that was about halfway out of his left pocket. Sol walked with a slight limp and looked a little tired as if he had been engaged in some strenuous activity for quite some time. He stumbled over to the bar and sat next to some guy whose face he didnt even bother to look at. When the bartender came over with a drink Sol caught his attention with a snap of his fingers.

[glow=red,2,300]"Oy, can i get some service here?"[/glow] Sol asked, temporarily falling back on his heavy irish accent, in an irritated voice that contained just a hint of weariness. [glow=yellow,1,000]"Of course, of course. What will you have?"[/glow] The man asked. [glow=red,2,300]"I would like the nearest keg you have on hand."[/glow] Sol said in his normal American accent. When the barman began to protest Sol pulled out a couple handfulls of English currency [glow=red,2,300]"I reckon this should be enough to start me a tab."[/glow] To make sure Sol glared at the man who nearly wet himself before scooping up the money. [glow=yellow,1,000]"O-Of course."[/glow] was all he managed to say.

Sol was about to put his head down when he glanced to his side and asked [glow=red,2,300]"Dont I know you from somewhere?"[/glow]

[Dexter Pendragon]

Dex hadn't entirely been listening. He had actually been eyeing up some of the local tail. He liked British girls on the whole but found the men dissatisfying and disgusting. An English longbow men had once pierced his wing with an arrow. It was the sort of excruciating pain and humility that one never forgets. Not even one as old as Dex.

He turned his head in response to being hailed by the man who had just sat down beside him. “I doub-” The words formed on his lips but sound did not come through. A scene flashed before his eyes of a mortal rising from the sand followed by a scene of a similar mortals transformation into the demonic. He did recognise the man beside him. He took the sunglasses out as if to pair the memories together. He almost looked around the bar for a gorgon before collecting his wits.

“Sol, right?” Dex asked nonchalantly. “It's Dexter. We met near Michigan.” He smiled at the joke pretty sure that was the place Sol had said he was meant to be.

He didn't particularly know whether he was happy to see Sol or not. He had been a bit of a live wire in Egypt but, then again. There was nothing pressing here. In fact he was only out to have a good time and Sol seemed like just the right guy for the job just as long as he didn't get into too much trouble...

[Solemn Creed]

Sol squinted at the demon next to him for a moment. [glow=red,2,300]"Ah, thats right. Your name is Walter or something, right?" [/glow]he said, completely ignoring the fact that Walter had just said his name was Dexter. [glow=red,2,300]"I hated that trip to Egypt. It was so dry and hot."[/glow] Sol remarked off handidly. Sol looked around a bit. [glow=red,2,300]"Everything here seems so... slow. Makes me want to speed things up a bit."[/glow] Sol looked around the place, eyeing the humans as a starving man would a big mac.

[glow=red,2,300]"So, hows it going? Eat any good wome-" [/glow]Sol began to say 'eat any good women lately' but he cut himself off with a chuckle. [glow=red,2,300]"Almost forgot, thats my thing."[/glow] He said. Then Sol sighed as he looked around the room. Nothing to do, nothing to do Sol thought. Hey we have an idea! shouted the excited voice in Sol's head. Yeah, here it is, began the violent voice. Sol groaned aloud, for he could already tell where this was going. Set fire to a few children and watch the mothers scream! the violent voice finished in an enthusiatic tone.

[Dexter Pendragon]

Dex didn't judge. He had eaten more than a few women in his time. Hell he'd probably tried everything at least once. Had never tried babies or children though. He had morals after all. However, despite not judging, he was a little apprehensive.

He decided the only way to handle the situation was to get more drunk. “Two more double shots here. One for my friend here.” He ordered the barmen strictly. When the shots were delivered he took his without abandon. For a demon who claimed to have drank the first shot of whisky it still repulsed him yet he could not deny the effect it had on him.

He slouched a little in the bar table nonchalantly. “So, Sol, what brings you to London; reputed birthplace of our kind.” He said 'kind' in a lower voice as if not wishing the bartender to hear pressing a little fear onto him to make him back off suitably. Dex seen no problem in using his powers like this. After all it was merely a mortal.

[Solemn Creed]

Sol accepted his shot and tossed it back with the ease of someone who had been doing such things for quite some time now. Sol felt his connection with the voices diminish slightly as his mind became more clouded with alcohol than it already was. [glow=red,2,300]"Ahhh, thats better. Now i dont have to listen to their whining." [/glow]Sol remarked in a relieved voice. He was always at his most sane when he was drunk, which didnt always work out for the best since even in his clear mental state he still had homicidal tendencies.

When Walter spoke of London as the reputed birthplace of their kind Sol assumed a curious look on his face. [glow=red,2,300]"Huh, thats funny. Ive never heard that one before."[/glow] Sol remarked. [glow=red,2,300]"But I guess the first had to have come from somewhere."[/glow] he said. Sol drummed the fingers of his hand atop the bar, pausing only briefly to chuckle at Walter's treatment of the human barkeep. Sol resumed drumming his fingers and spoke, saying [glow=red,2,300]"Im so bored. Have you seen any decent females around?"[/glow] he asked Walter curiously.

[Varos Talantos]

Forgery grimaced as he hobbled up to the old bar, making rounds as usual and grunted as he pushed on the door to open it. As he entered, the typical scents of a London bar hit him and he manufactured a couple tired tears of joy. A couple of people glanced at him as he slowly made his way to the bar, relying heavily upon the wooden cane in his right hand, but quickly discounted the 4'8" man as of no interest. Clothed in a faded grey sweatshirt and an old military-green coat with numerous stains from who-knows-what, when he finally reached the bar, a few people moved to the other end, repulsed at the smell of booze and strong body odor. Actually, all of them moved except for a pair of men sitting next to one another at the bar.

Lifting the right leg of his ragged jeans with his hand, he pulled himself onto the bar stool with effort next to the one who had said something about females. "Yer know," the scraggly-bearded man started, putrid breath flowing into the nostrils of the man he was now seated next to, "I seen meself a few of them ladies 'round these parts yer jes' might be inter'sted in." He stopped and peered around him suspiciously as if someone might be listening in and continued talking to his new neighbor, spittle flying occasionally from his rotted teeth. "Mayhap we kin git one 'n share 'er, eh?" With this, the old man laughed heavily (and excessively), slapping the bar with his age-spotted right hand repeatedly.

He then loudly hollered at the bartender, "A GIN 'N RUM, YER SACK!" A few people looked at him disgustedly but did nothing and the bartender brought him what he'd ordered wordlessly, eyes glazed, and returned to where he'd been standing before.

"Whaddaya say, ya young pup?" He snickered towards his companion. "Yer fren here coul' tagalong too if ya wanna have us a four people in on tha fun!" He grinned boldly at the other fellow, mostly-rotten teeth displayed proudly for the world to see.[/color]

[Dexter Pendragon]

Dex scrutinised the old coot. He had a cane which was nothing altogether surprising for likes of elderly mortals. He always found it funny how old these mortals actually believed was old. He guessed it was old relative to their lifespans. It was the wisened old folk who thought they had seen all the world had to offer that bugged min. Pretentious young mortal bastards...

Oh, there he was again. Thoughts drifting off – That was old age for you. He could have fit about ten of those 'wise' men into his life. What did that make him? Uber-wise[/u][/i]? For a moment he saw himself atop a hill on the crisp night of the full moon his arms open wide and palms facing the heavens. Apotheosis. Ascension. The final evolution. Whatever one called it meant no difference. It was the means to ultimate power.

Dex shook himself. This type of daydreaming only occurred when he was tipsy. Made him power mad or something. What a lightweight, he thought. “More alcohol!” He ordered the barmen because more alcohol was the only solution to that problem.

That was when he remembered the old coot. He looked him over. He was no threat to them. After all he smelled human and seemed like good fun. Such was the arrogance of demons.“I think he has, Sol.” Dex replied to Sol an amused smile playing on his lips.

He offered up his hand to the old coot “Dexter.” He said this a little louder than would've usually been accepted hoping that Sol would take the hint. “What sort of ladies, mister...” He left it hanging expecting a name in reply and a hand to shake.

[Solemn Creed]

After Sol asked Dex for information about the location of an decent looking females old memories began to resurface within him. Memories of rending, tearing, and the feeling of reshaping living flesh beneath his own hands, the feeling of final release as the soul escapes its mangled body. Oh how Sol loved to feel it just slip through his fingers like so much air. One day, one day Sol would discover a way to capture these fleeting spirits and keep them for his further enjoyment. And maybe consumption? The very thought of devouring a soul, that most delicious of evils was mouth watering to Sol. A second later reality returned to Sol and he noticed only a few seconds had actually passed. An old man walked up to them and Sol was immediatly suspicious.

[glow=red,2,300]"Pretty little things? Things with wings?" [/glow]Sol asked and moments later he, and the voices within his head, began to laugh maniacally for many moments which drew the attention of nearly everyone sober enough to turn their heads and remain seated. When Sol noticed the stares he glared back in an intimidating way that made everyone think he was glaring at them personally. When festivities resumed themselves Sol looked at the old man and said [glow=red,2,300]"Im interested."[/glow]

[Varos Talantos]

The old man grimaced as if thinking whether or not to shake this mans hand and then slapped his hand into the other chaps. "Good meetin' cha, Dester." He replied and downed both his drinks quickly. Immediately after, he slapped the bar and roared at the bartender for more. "Tim's my name but'cher kin call me 'T'." After receiving his drinks, he downed them, too, and ordered more. Only after this did he look at the one that had inquired after the females he had spoken of. "'Ey, yer gotta gitch yerself down to the river on the udder side from their fancy-pantsy palace to find those real kink' slut." His dull brown eyes roved over the two a moment as if examining them. "Yer wan' get that four in on it on the word?" He quaffed the alcohol that had filled the wooden surface before him hungrily and continued, "Or, if yer two gent be into it, say we grab up a few of them 'n have ourself a gen-yoo-wine orgy!" With this he cackled hoarsely, drawing more negative attention, ending it with a series of harsh coughs (which spewed some phlegm and slime onto the bar) that would likely do wonders to cure one's hunger for food. "Whatcher sayin'?" He asked, coughing finally subsided.

[Dexter Pendragon]

Dex quickly shook his head with a shiver. “I don't do orgies any more.” He shivered again remembering the gory scene. Even Demons had limits.... Or at least I do anyhow, he thought glancing over at Sol.

Though the thought of good women if proposed even by a man who was most likely the type of fellow who didn't know where women were. The journey over the Atlantic had been long and he had not felt the carnal passion in quite a while now.

“Sho, theshe (intentional) women. What'sh their dealio?” Dex asked signalling the dead-inside bartender for more drink as he downed the glass in front of him caring not for the owner of it even if it was Sol. He could take Sol on. He wasn't a match for him. Dex was ultimate, Dex was great, Dex... Had fallen off his stool.

When he had went to sit back down after rising a little to down the drink he had missed the stool and planted his ass firmly on solid flooring if not cracking it a little. He got back up hurriedly ready to burn the entire bar down his hands raised to set the whole bar on fire he calmed and realised the stupidity of that course of future actions sitting back down on the stool.

“Like I said, what's their deal?” He asked much more sober than he had been a minute ago...

[Solemn Creed]

Sol listened to the old man with interest, as if expecting him to say something worth his time. Predictably Sol was dissappointed with what he heard. What he heard being an old man talking like a... well, like an old man. [glow=red,2,300]"Yes, yes Trevor, we get it. Will you just tell us where the women are?" [/glow]Sol said impatiently. Sol and the voices both agreed on one thing. This one thing being that listening to Trevor talk was annoying. They did not want to hear another peep from him unless what he was saying involved the exact location of many tasty womens. Then Sol heard it. The magic word. The word that was attention grabbing that not even the slightly shiny doorknob could steal Sol's attention, not even the small mirror behind the bar that Sol had been catching glimpses of himself in could make it stop.

It rang like a sweet bell within his mind. The word ORGY. Sol basked in the warmth of it and reminisced about memories past. Then corruption pierced his bubble of solace. Evil blacker than anything Sol had ever done flowed inside and destroyed it all. This corruption, this worse-than-pure-evil thing, was the greater realization of the old man's words. A new word echoed within his head, chipping at Sol's remaining sanity. It was the word WE. The old man meant to be apart of Sol's orgy and this he could not abide. Sol began to thrash about, gagging at the thought. His vivid imagination worked against him as he imagined the horrors that would await. Sol fell to the floor and began projectile vomiting like a fountain of bile. When he finished he laid there for many moments as though unconcious but with his eyes wide and his mouth opened slightly.

[Varos Talantos]

Tim listened to the other chap and watched him fall on his ass with a thud. This made T laugh, a gurgling noise behind every heaving exhale. When he'd finally collected himself, he opened his mouth to answer the lad's question, only to be interrupted by the closer one's falling over and vomiting. Tim blinked at him curiously, wondering why he'd gone and made a mess, shrugged, and slid over to take his place at the bar next to the Dexter fellow. "Well," he continued unphased, "The regular price is typically 20 pounds, but day got dem new lassies, too. Dem yoo-shully run bout 37 pound, bein unspoil 'n all." The old man glanced over his slightly-raised shoulder at the prone figure that had gotten his name wrong and sniggered at him. He turned back to Dexter, a chuckle still playing at his lips. "What er bloody lighty, uh?" He sniggered again and shouldered the more composed one in a playful manner (which released a fume from his armpit). "Only one way to see how out day are." He explained as he turned his head back and spat a brownish slime on the post-vomit figure, looking to see how effective the stimulus was. [/color]

[Dexter Pendragon]

Dex sighed deeply. Sol was a moron and he still wasn’t drunk enough. “Don’t just stand there, help him!” Dex commanded of the whole bar. A few men regaining their senses rushed to help Sol up so that he didn’t drown in the vomit and a janitor appeared from nowhere and started to clean up all the bodily fluids.

“Sorry, Tim. My friend’s a moron.” He explained ordering more alcohol from the barmen. He looked around and noticed the bar as mostly empty now.

Clearly the ruckus they had been creating had put many of the patrons off. Indeed he was sure the barmen hadn’t told them to clear off simply because of the amount of fear aura he had experienced. Indeed a simple ‘boo’ at the right time was likely to make him fall to the floor and weep helplessly. The sort of thing that was likely to send a man on a downward spiral straight to hell. Perhaps Dex would give that a try after they were done with him.

“We’ve got the cash.” Dex responded finally remembering the hundred pounds in his wallet. “You a pimp or something?” Dex asked the unlikely question wondering just what was in it for ‘Tim’.

[Solemn Creed]

Sol laid on the floor, just staring blankly up at the ceiling. It is quite possible he would have remained like that for many, not hours but, minutes without reason to stand or move. Minutes because that is how long it would have taken for him to forget why he was there in the first place but then the old man spat at him some foul liquid that would not surprise Sol if it ran through the withered old corpse's veins. A sense of urgency rose within Sol as he watched it slowly decend in a matter of hours that only a fractured mind that agonized years a moment could perceive. The thought never occured to Sol that he could move. His only thought was that Satan had just hocked a lugi at him and it must be destroyed so naturally Sol winked and a small brief fire lept into being around the spittle, evaporating it before it came within a foot of his face.

To cover up what he had done Sol swiftly leapt to his feet and took a step forward to remove the area where the spit should have landed from the old man's field of vision.[glow=red,2,300]"That was a close one!"[/glow] Sol exclaimed as if relieved. [glow=red,2,300]"A second later and i might have been killed."[/glow] Sol remarked, almost as an afterthought. He checked himself to be sure no vomit had landed on him and satisfied he put his hands in his pockets, taking on a more relaxed position. Sol frowned at Dex's words. If Sol's grasp upon the language he had been speaking for a few hundred years was correct, Dex had just told a few men to help him and further insulted him by calling him a moron. [glow=red,2,300]"Careful friend,"[/glow] Sol warned in a half serious tone, [glow=red,2,300]"them be fightin words." [/glow]To accentuate his potentially serious point Sol moved to tap Dex on the shoulder with his fist with just enough force to send his back half a step.