Post by The Crimson Reaper on Jan 1, 2014 0:14:34 GMT -5
Vladimir curls his lips a bit further at the ridiculous notion of drinking blood like the vampiric undead that hid from the sun, too scared of even their own reflection. When the barkeeper would return to him, he'd correct her, responding:
"You misunderstand me, child. I have no intent in...drinking the bodily wine. No, that is your habit, is it not? I, on the other hand, would be ever so grateful to meet those lovely little bastards you suck dry." His glare carries a lethality to it that would make any sane, moral person tremble.
Marcy shrugged and turned around, taking out a glass for him and filling it with beer before handing it to him. The vampire was indifferent towards the invasion of Ionia, she didn't really care about war that much. All that mattered to her is that during war, it can become harder to come by blood.
"I don't really care, as long as a person do good things they shouldn't be hated on. Demacian, Ionian, Zaunite or Noxian as long as they are nice to me and I'll be nice to them." That's something she's lived by, mostly because of her vampirism.
When Marcy returned to Vladimir she was greeted with a response to when she had left him. "Child? Hahaha..." The Vampire laughed inside and smiled as he called her a child. Sure she had the body of a twenty five year old, but she's not that young any more. Marcy met his glare with a smile, during her upbringing she had seen things that would make a normal person cry in terror. "Vladimir, dear. I am no child, I am pretty sure I am older than you as well. Now, for the blood part. My brother and I are not like other Vampires. But that's a story for another time.
Say, you are one of the few Hemomancy masters left in this world, am I correct?" This was a chance she could not miss, she didn't want to master Hemomancy, just expand a bit in the subject.
Post by The Crimson Reaper on Jan 1, 2014 13:39:30 GMT -5
"All are children through the eyes of power." He corrects, although his words do not carry any threat or condescension, just intrigue. "If I desire my thirst for information slaked, I suppose I should offer the same courtesy...Yes. Hemomancy is a rare breed of magic but do not be mistaken: it is not dying, merely contained. Not all can wield such....strength nor do I care to see many do. Now you: What makes you so different from 'other' vampires, as you put it?"
Vladimir tilts his head a bit, raising an eyebrow up at the girl while shifting in his seat slightly for comfort.
Post by Sara DaNeschi on Jan 4, 2014 22:24:33 GMT -5
Sara turns her head towards the counter, her gaze scanning over both the barkeep and the patron at the bar. It sounded like a discussion of a subject familiar to both, but there was something about the tone that disturbed her. She had caught a word that she had connected to something. Blood. Only a few types discussed blood that fervently even in Noxus. It would seem a Champion of the League was visiting the bar. Dangerous, should they get into a foul mood.
She rather carelessly drops the arrow from her hand to the quiver on the floor, it rattling against the other arrows as it slowly slides into place amongst it's kind in the quiver. Turning her gaze back forward, she takes a glance at the rest of the bar. Nothing out of the ordinary for the most part... except for someone else wearing a dark hood, not unlike her own.
Most didn't wear those in this city without a reason to hide their face. Her own one was more out of the element of surprise it sometimes gave than wanting to hide her face... but she started to wonder about this man in the hood. "Going to have to keep an eye on this one..." She thought to herself, instictively checking for the placement of her hunting knife, still in it's sheath on her waist.
She was in no rush. A good thing, considering how distracted the barkeep was at the moment in her discussions. Gave her time to watch this mysterious hooded figure... to decide if her instincts about the hood were correct.
Post by The Hand of Noxus on Jan 5, 2014 2:03:20 GMT -5
(On a different night.)
It was 11pm and Darius was looking for a place to unwind. He didn’t want some place big; he wanted some place small enough where the Grand General of Noxus could easily draw as little attention to himself as he could in a crowd of thousands. The Crimson Lips bar was such a place and admittedly he was a fan. It was a clean establishment that lacked the smell of smoke and fit his criteria.
He entered dressed in jacket of Noxian leather and beneath a long sleeved shirt to keep the winter chill away. A pair of well used boots, probably military issue went with a plain pair of slacks. It was rare to see the General dressed down, let alone in a bar. He moved to the oak counter and took a seat somewhere near the center, all of them were vacant. Looking to the bartender that night he asked.
Post by Aaron DuBrume on Jan 9, 2014 17:29:16 GMT -5
"Fair enough then. I see that you are not like the rest of the Noxians."
Now to get my answers.... "So, what is going around? New government or still that ol' Darkwill hanging at the top? It has been a while I haven't been to Noxus to be honest."
Marcy smiled at Vladimir and scribbled down something on a note before handing it to him. "What makes me and my brother special is nothing we should take here, Vladimir. Come by some day and I'll gladly discuss the matter." She said and turned around to walk up to Aaron again. the Note contained her and Marcus' home address.
When she returned to Aaron she was greeted with a rather obvious statement. Chuckling she nodded, "That I am, I'm not Noxian by blood, nor did I grow up here." She said and looked at him, why was there so many that asked questions about the government?
The Vampire shook her head and took a rag to wipe away some drips of alcohol she had spilled. "Darkwill? No he's long gone, dead I think. No, the new ruler of Noxus is Swain, I think his first name is Jericho or something like that, never got hang of it." She said and titled her head. "How come?"
It was 11pm and Darius was looking for a place to unwind. He didn’t want some place big; he wanted some place small enough where the Grand General of Noxus could easily draw as little attention to himself as he could in a crowd of thousands. The Crimson Lips bar was such a place and admittedly he was a fan. It was a clean establishment that lacked the smell of smoke and fit his criteria.
He entered dressed in jacket of Noxian leather and beneath a long sleeved shirt to keep the winter chill away. A pair of well used boots, probably military issue went with a plain pair of slacks. It was rare to see the General dressed down, let alone in a bar. He moved to the oak counter and took a seat somewhere near the center, all of them were vacant. Looking to the bartender that night he asked.
“What do you recommend?”
The day had been rather calm, not too many people had walked into the Crimson Lips Bar, it was rather nice to have a slow evening. Besides from a regular that had left a few minutes earlier, Darius was the sixth to enter.
All the tables were empty as well when the Hand of Noxus sat down at the counter. Marcy had been reading a book when he spoke to her, making her snap out of her brief trance and look at him. She walked down to him.
"Ah, welcome, Darius. To you I'd recommend this one." Marcy smiled and took out a dark bottle, it contained the most expensive Noxian beer she could afford. Having tasted it herself Marcy had decided to buy in only a few of the bottles, as they were quite hard to get by as well.
"Do you want the bottle or shall I pour it into a glass?" Marcy asked with a smile.
Last Edit: Jan 11, 2014 13:34:13 GMT -5 by Marcy Lee
Post by Jay D. McIna on Jan 11, 2014 18:33:02 GMT -5
Oct. 11th, 23 CLE
Jay had finally come home after a long stint abroad. He'd visited the Institute of War with the last of his travel funds from Scrod and Jayne, and now he was where he belonged, namely Noxus. His first order of business: find a place to forget his 'vacation.'
His hair was quite a bit longer than normal, and he sported a thick goatee and tanned features. He resigned himself to get a haircut as soon as this fiasco was over, but first he needed at least a single drink.
He'd heard tell of a new bar not far from where he lived. After checking in to make sure his apartment wasn't destroyed by the fury of Maria or something akin and to drop his gauntlet off in its casing, he took the quick walk, arriving outside the Crimson Lips bar and nodding before going in.
It was a bit cozy and new, he liked it. Making his way to the bar, he took a seat and sighed, glancing around. "Uh, hey," he said, motioning to the bartender, "can I get a beer? Nothing special, just the cheapest thing you have." Resting his head in his hands, he groaned and drew circles on the table with his finger.
Last Edit: Jan 11, 2014 18:35:09 GMT -5 by Jay D. McIna
Sometimes, when you've been stuck alone for long enough, you just have to break out into reality, with no regard for what position it may put you in. It is better to try and fail than to never try.
Post by Zorn Agammond on Jan 11, 2014 22:10:00 GMT -5
(Just whenever, anyone can interact with her if they want.)
Lady Amarills Astucieux walked through the doors of the Crimson Lips. Her black dress trailed along behind her somehow not picking up the layers of dust or dirt that had settled upon the pavement outside. She paused and tilted her head causing the long wavy raven black hair to relinquish a few strands that fall across her face. A soft smile played on the corners of her dark crimson lips. Slowly, as if gliding, she moved toward the bar and reached out with a single finger to tap the counter. The ring on her finger constantly changed depending on who looked at it, never showing its true form unless it was another member who saw it.
"Excuse me." She said, her voice soft like silk and seemed to hang in the air.
Post by Aaron DuBrume on Jan 12, 2014 16:08:43 GMT -5
Jericho Swain... I have heard that name before... Although it doesn't ring any more bells than that. Hmm, new ruler and Darkwill is most probably dead. I have to look more into this before I decide on my next move.
"I enjoy hanging around the other city-states, I buy different rare artifacts from every city state whenever I can... The name is Russel by the way, and yours?"
Post by Jay D. McIna on Jan 12, 2014 16:21:23 GMT -5
Jay turned as Amarills walked into the bar and came to stand near him at the bar, tapping her finger. He hadn't had an actual conversation with someone in a while; he may as well get back into practice while he waited for the bartender. "Sorry to be a bother," he remarked, turning to her, "but I've been out of town a while...mind telling me what's happened in Noxus recently?" He hoped he wouldn't be received too harshly.
Sometimes, when you've been stuck alone for long enough, you just have to break out into reality, with no regard for what position it may put you in. It is better to try and fail than to never try.
Post by Zorn Agammond on Jan 12, 2014 18:16:14 GMT -5
Dark emerald eyes turned to look at the one who had approached her, Amarills' smiled turned to one of amusement, "There's many things that happen within the walls of Noxus, boy." her eyes almost seem to flash for the briefest of moments, "It would take weeks to detail all that happened and even then, more would be happening as I spoke, it would be a constant and rather dull story, wouldn't you say?"
Post by Jay D. McIna on Jan 12, 2014 18:53:42 GMT -5
Jay smirked a bit. "Then give me the short version; big events, the like. Maybe if I could live forever, I'd let you give me the stories of everyone in the city, seeing as you seem to keep track of them all." He chuckled a bit and dared to look her in the eyes. "A synopsis is fine, however."
Sometimes, when you've been stuck alone for long enough, you just have to break out into reality, with no regard for what position it may put you in. It is better to try and fail than to never try.
Post by The Crimson Reaper on Jan 14, 2014 13:51:35 GMT -5
The Hemomancer watches, silently, as his hostess feverishly pencils a small piece of paper. When she is done, she slides it over to Vladimir who collects it, a momentary frown at the address before a smirk. He turns up at Marcy with a slight but gracious nod, his eyes piercing the obscuring veil his hat shadowed upon his face.
As she left to attend to another customer, Vladimir watches for seconds after, turning the paper over absentmindedly in his left hand before tucking it away into a pocket beneath his large coat. When his hand remerges, it bears the price of his drink. He places the currency down on the counter, pushing it slightly towards the barkeep's side. In an instant, he is gone from the bar, just as silent as when he came in, and back into the dank night.
Post by Sara DaNeschi on Jan 14, 2014 15:54:00 GMT -5
It was quite obvious to Sara by now who the man the bartender had been talking with was, the word that had caught her ear and the amount of passion in his tone made it rather easy to deduce. It was also easy to know that it was better not to mention anything, and rather just stay quiet. If she wanted to deal with anyone, it would be on her own terms, and the Champion was not one she wished to deal with.
Perhaps the hooded man would be more interesting, if he showed his face and acted less... suspicious. Russel he seemed to call himself from what she could hear. Either he wasn't from around here... or that name was a cover. Time would tell no doubt...
She picks up her quiver and bow, carrying the rather non-chalantly in her hand as she walks to the counter, leaning against it with the equipment hanging off her hand.
I wonder if it'd be possible to get a drink around here. But you've been so very busy with your... customers so far.
Only expression visible from beneath her hood being a rather amused grin.
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