Post by The Deathsinger on Dec 3, 2013 1:06:54 GMT -5
"Doing fine? Hardly." The man made a muted scoff, still trying to keep the conversation quiet. "Last I heard, he was on his deathbead....Unless you are saying that he's recovered?" The Zaunite raised an eyebrow, intrigued in this last bit of information, and eagerly awaiting your response.
Post by The Crimson Reaper on Dec 5, 2013 23:57:26 GMT -5
A tall man in a lengthy crimson coat that speaks of wealth steps through the doorway and into the bar. The collar of said coat rises to cover his face, ending in just enough space for his piercing gaze to peer over. A matching red hat that bears a long feather delicately draping off of the side sits atop his head. Even so, his long white hair decorates his shoulders and back.
Languidly, he walks over to the counter and sits on one of the stools. A pale hand emerges from the long flamboyant sleeve. A claw-like finger taps harshly against the polished counter, calling for the barkeep. The figure stays silent, staring straight ahead, making no effort to pay attention to anyone else.
Marcy backed away slightly and tilted her head a little. She didn't want anything to do with that mysterious man.
"I'm afraid I do not know what you are talking about, mister. And I'd like you to keep quiet with things like that. The raven has many eyes and all that stuff they yatter about." She replied to him.
She looked down the bar and noticed a man walking in and sitting down on a chair. Turning her head back to the Zaunite, "Now, if you excuse me for a while." She said calmly and walked down the bar and up to the Crimson Reaper.
Post by The Deathsinger on Dec 9, 2013 4:25:22 GMT -5
The Zaunite's lips pressed into a thin line before he nodded, acknowledging that he had gained all the information which he could from the young vampiress. After waiting for her to take her leave, he set a single gold coin upon the table as his payment and left the bar himself, readily making his way down the nearest alleyway and out of public sight.
Marcy tilted her head and nodded. Turning around she opened the liquor cabinet and brought out the bottle and poured some Absinthe in the glass and handed it to the Crimson Reaper. "Here ya go, Mister."
As she looked on him she thought he seemed kinda familiar, but could not put her finger on where she had seen him before.
Post by The Crimson Reaper on Dec 11, 2013 23:52:06 GMT -5
The man grips the small glass of spirits before tossing it back. The drink disappears and the glass is reset, upside-down on the counter. He turns his head, smirking at the girl. The light reveals the pallid face and gleaming eyes.
With a short chuckle, he responds "Delightful. But I think we can do better, don't you agree? Perhaps something a little more....sanguinary?"
Marcy looked at the man as he downed the absinthe, blinking a few times. When he spoke she listened to his voice, it seemed oh so familiar. When he mentioned Sanguinary she knew sho he was, there was few in Noxus that reffered to bloody drinks as Sanguinary. Smirking she went to the fridge and got out a bottle of blood.
She prepared him another glass and poured in the blood. "Here you go, Hemomancer~" she knew it was Vladimir, it had to be him. As far as Marcy knew she and Marcus were the only Vampires in Noxus. But there was another Hemomancer, a true master.
Post by Aaron DuBrume on Dec 15, 2013 22:39:05 GMT -5
Noxus... A place I haven't visited for what seemed to be an eternity... Still as dark as usual, but something tells me that things are slightly different nowadays then when I used to be here a while ago... Not sure but I guess I can ask long as nobody from my surrounding is here. Now who do we have he-... Vladimir. Ugh, I heard about this guy and all of the atrocious things he went through and even done to the others, better not mess with a champion if you want to keep your hide on your flesh - or in his case, keep your blood in your veins. I'll just take that spot by the counter in the corner and get a quick drink while I ask a few questions.
Aaron calmly made his way to the bar, wearing a black hood over his head to cover his hair although his face wasn't hidden, mostly because nobody know what Aaron DuBrume looks like besides his own family and friends. He sat down next to the counter and waited.
She will recognize me any time soon, meanwhile I should keep an eye out for any person I might know; would be a shame if I had to run away again.
Post by The Crimson Reaper on Dec 17, 2013 8:09:34 GMT -5
"Hemomancer...." He whispers, not directed at anyone in specific.
The man looks down at the cup and dips his finger in the red, red liquid. Swirling it about, he then removes his finger in slight discontent, flicking a few drops across the surface of the counter. He looks back up at Marcy
"Oh, no my dear. What joy is there in being merely served such nectar? Nay. A taste as refined as mine demands to be sated from the tap itself, not in a 'cup'. I desire to see the source, if you would have me." The words are spoken through a charismatically causticgrin that is peeled and pulled between thin lips.
The Hemomancer takes her hand in one elegant claw and stares back at the Barkeep, seemingly intruding her mind through his mesmerizing gaze and bidding compliance...
Post by Aaron DuBrume on Dec 17, 2013 9:56:22 GMT -5
Is this some sort of blood bar I walked in or what... Listening to Vladimir talking about all of that non-sense makes me shiver. Ugh, what a disgusting image I have in my mind.... Huh? Oh look, and now he's flirting with her... great, guess I'll have to get her attention to be served now... This is really not helping me out at all and I better get what I want and leave.
Aaron hacked a cough and called the bartender; slightly changing his voice just in case one of his old friends was sitting around him.
"Excuse me young miss, may I be served?" There we go, just a bit of voice changing and I'll be fine, hopefully Vlad won't mind me interrupting his flirting just for a few minutes; I have more important things to do than watching these two go at it right here on the counter, heh.
Last Edit: Dec 17, 2013 9:58:47 GMT -5 by Aaron DuBrume
Marcy was flattered by the way he spoke to her, she smiled and pulled away her hand. "Dear, do you not know that Vampiric blood is bad for you?~" She cooed and walked down the bar and stopped in front of the man with the hood up. It seemed like he tried to hide his face under the shadow of the hood, not that it prevented her from seeing his face anyway.
"Sorry dear, now what can I get for you?" She asked with a innocent smile. "I got alcohol from nearly all City states but Ionia, if I remember correctly."
Post by Aaron DuBrume on Dec 17, 2013 11:07:44 GMT -5
"Just a Noxian beer would do the trick... I'm also surprised that you guys don't have any restrictions on Demacian beverage, they're less deserving of our money than Ionia." Convicing speech to erase all suspicions, perfect hehe. I'll just wait until she serves me before I ask any questions, it should buy me some time to think of a clever way to ask all my questions.
Post by Sara DaNeschi on Dec 17, 2013 14:38:01 GMT -5
"It would seem the bar is quite busy..." Sara thinks as she steps inside, her hood covering her face as always. She takes a quick glance around, as if assessing for threats.... or possible prey. Her hunter's instincts were always active, which was a good thing in a city like Noxus.
The counter was too busy for her to bother with for now, so she walks over to a quiet side of the room, unstrapping her bow and quiver and placing them against the wall and leans against it as well, her dark, leather jacket, boots and pants somewhat melding her into the shadows as she merely observes for now. Perhaps she could get a drink later... but for now, observations would do. She pulls one of the arrows from the quiver on the ground and holds it in her hand, carefully digging away dirt from beneath her fingernails.
Post by Aaron DuBrume on Dec 17, 2013 17:17:32 GMT -5
Well, no one seems to be in sight, at least not that I know of... Heh, guess I'm going to be fine for the night. But perhaps I should keep an eye on the entrance nonetheless, you really never know when someone might come in.
Aaron stared at the door until he saw a woman walk inside the bar.
That glance, those eyes scanning the area like a prey yet also like a predator; I can tell by the way she's looking at the people around that she's quite familiar with hunting too; Guess I am not the only one here who's into that activity. Too bad I can't speak to anyone here, gotta keep a low profile and get out when I get all the answers I seek. But I'll keep an eye on her, you never know if she might actually be hunting for me.
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