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GuardianOni Shaman          Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5840 days Last activity: 5299 days |
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| Grim looks over at the man who was behind him, eyebrows raised slightly, a bored and maybe slightly disappointed look in his eyes. He settles himself on a stool. He takes another long puff on his cigar, then brushes the ashes off the cigar with his ring finger into the ash tray.
"Yes, neat." He says with a nod. Accepting the glass of aged spirits he nods, and says "Thank you." He sips a little of the liquid. He settles the glass down, his right hand lightly holding onto it. He transfers the cigar from his left to his mouth, and reaches into a pocket. Extracting a twenty dollar bill he sets it on the counter for the bartender. Leaning on his left elbow he puffs once more on his cigar watching the bartender through the smoke. Listening. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Ionesco drank with glee, momentarily stunned by the force of the beer moving down between his lips. It had a powerful punch, to be sure! He liked this bartender.
And then work came into the picture. After regaining his composure, he put his minuscule glass down. Time to work, as it was. All good fun must come to an end. He sat quietly and waited for his new friend the Bartender to elaborate. |
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Lord Vulkas Mormonus Vile High Xeodent of Xeomerica.  Since: 10-29-04 From: North Carolina, United States. World, Sol System, milky way Since last post: 94 days Last activity: 94 days |
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| Caine looked at the bartender, "what's this cancer, and what do I get for helping you cure it?"
Caine hadn't yet ordered a drink. He was insane and crazy, but he didn't drink alchohol. He figured he was crazy enough without having to ruin his mind yet more with slow thought, and a splitting headache several hours later. In the meantime, this bartender annoyed him. He had his hand inside his trenchcoat, holding his magnum. If this guy didn't have anything he wanted, maybe he could kill him. Regardless, he had a feeling he was better with his sword than the bartender. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Ionesco turned and looked at Caine. The way he talked, he could read his thought pattern, everything.
"Mate, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking you're the toughest little bull around, waving that magnum in your pocket and your sword on your back. You probably even fancy yourself insane. But I can tell just by looking at you, you're a coherent and linear thinker, and I have no doubts Bartender here could open you a new asshole if you'd think of messing with him. Besides, you never fire on a member of the Brotherhood unless necessary. So shut your whining gape hole and listen to what the man has to say, please and thank you." Ionesco then turned to the Bartender. He seemed a worldly man, and he had a position high in the Supernatural Fraternity. The man deserved respect. "Continue, friend." |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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| The bartender nods to Ionesco. "Appreciated friend," he says as he turns to
glance at Caine. "I would listen to Ionesco if I were you, he seems to have far more common sense than you do." "Sorry Ghost, business has started, the kitchen is closed. I'll fire you up a steak later if you want though." He takes another sip of his wine and the gathered vampires and werewolves get a whiff of sent that tells them that it's actually blood in the glass, not wine. After licking the blood from his lips he sets down the glass and leans back against the back of the bar. "This cancer is going to destroy the Brotherhood. Peace has lasted for over 500 years and there is a force working to destroy it. Several high ranking members have been found dead. Worse they were killed be a simple gunshot wound to the head. Something strange is going on and I need you seven to find out what it is." (Last edited by Pockets on 04-18-07 12:53 PM) |
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Lord Vulkas Mormonus Vile High Xeodent of Xeomerica. Since: 10-29-04 From: North Carolina, United States. World, Sol System, milky way Since last post: 94 days Last activity: 94 days |
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| Caine glared. "You still haven't answered my question," he said. "Why would I want to help you?"
He moved his hand away from the magnum. He might not want to fight, but he wasn't going to help unless he saw what was in it for him. Besides that, this sounded dangerous, why would he do that for free? The others might, but he didn't do charity. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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| "It isn't charity as you put it," said the Bartender, glaring at Caine. "You're going
to help or you're going to find yourself hunted and killed. And trust me, they will make sure you suffer." "Don't you get it you fool. A werewolf has been found, dead of gunshot wound to the head. a regular bullet, not silver. The severity of this situation should be obvious even to one of your apparently limited intelligence. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Silently appreciating Bartender's knowledge of his name, Ionesco thought carefully. A Wolf-Kin found dead with nothing but a lead bullet. A powerful wolf-kin.
"Bartender, you need not say more to convince me. The streets shall not be safe until we end this, so I see through your words. For the betterment of the Brotherhood, we must discover what it is that is causing this and end it." |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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| "I need all of you to help on this or things could get very bad for the brotherhood," said
the Bartender, sipping again at his glass of blood. "Ionesco appears to be the only one of you willing to fight. I expected more of you two," he looks at Grim and at Ghost. "A wanderer with ties to the highest ranking members of the Brotherhood, and a police agent. The highest ranking one at that." "Will you talk to this fool?" he asks Ghost turning a steady glare onto Caine. Reaching into his pocket he removes a pouch of tobacco and quickly roll's a cigarette, lighting it with his zippo. |
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Elara Divine Mamkute Dark Elf Goddess Chaos Imp Penguins Fan Ms. Invisable  Since: 08-15-04 From: Ferelden Since last post: 99 days Last activity: 99 days |
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| *Aria drank her drink, but nearly spit it out when she heard about the dead werewolf. Her voice held a twinge of High German in it*
"What?! Are you sure that it wasn't silver? A silver lined barrel perhaps?" *She regained her composure* "I of course heard of the death, but I assumed it was through normal means. If what you say is true, then I am in... but first, how do you know of this 'sickness'?" |
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Lord Vulkas Mormonus Vile High Xeodent of Xeomerica. Since: 10-29-04 From: North Carolina, United States. World, Sol System, milky way Since last post: 94 days Last activity: 94 days |
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| Caine stared into the bartender's eyes. "Talk to this fool?" he asked. "You threaten me, insult me, and overall, have done nothing more than irritate me. However, I will help you."
He looked around, and suddenly burst into a fit of laughter. "You all are crazy, trying to kill me because I wanted something in return!" His laughter suddenly stopped, and he stared. "But I will have something eventually," he said. "I'll be the one killing many of those who attacked the werewolves." |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5840 days Last activity: 5299 days |
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((OOC: Originally posted by Pockets Dude, I had class. Not my fault people went post crazy while life moved on.)) BIC: Grim sighs at Caine's attitude. And as the yet unnamed bartender, and caller of this gathering chastises him for his silence he raises his eyebrows a little. "He has a right to say anything he feels like. Right or wrong he has the right. And he has the right to use it as he sees fit. So let him run his mouth, he has the right." Looking to Caine he says, and he has the right to say what he wants." "But if everyone would please keep there weapons away..." He nods to the sword still on the bar. "...and hands out of their coats..." He looks at Caine. "... and we can get on with our conference." He sips at his drink. "Now rights and..." He glances at Caine "...wrongs aside. We were called here to deal with this threat. Other than the oddity of a simple bullet killing an elder, how is this different than anything else that has come before?" He gives the bartender a questioning look. "And do you know who it is, or why?" |
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DarkGuardian Swordfighter  Since: 01-15-05 From: The Shadowlands Since last post: 6385 days Last activity: 5344 days |
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| "Expect better of me?" Ghost laughs at the bartender, "I wouldn't have come unless I was gonna help rid the brotherhood of this cancer... even though I I'm not doing it for the sake of the brotherhood." He glances at the bartender,
"I came because I was bored and thought this little adventure might bring a little spice into my life...and because I was curious that a bartender could find me." Ghost turns to look at Caine and just shakes his head, "You should take it easy man, dont get so strung out... you are entilted to your opinions... but I wouldn't threaten this bartender... or you would be in for some serious pain." Ghost then glances at everyone around the bar and stops at the large man with the cigar. "Good call there... I like your style." " Well" ghost says getting off the barstool " I belive proper introductions are in order, Im ghost, its a pleasure to meet you all." Ghost takes a bow and the sits back down, grabbing the bottle of absinthe and taking a smaller swig. |
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WhiteRose Warrior Sailor Delerium Have you ever spent days and days and days making up flavors of ice cream that no ones ever eaten before? Like chicken and telephone ice cream?...Green mouse ice cream was the worst.  Since: 08-17-04 From: The Dreaming Since last post: 4451 days Last activity: 5155 days |
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| Kistmet listens to all the comotion that goes on by the vampire and the bartender, not making much of it now, now wanting to stick her snout....nose where it doesn't belong...at least until she got all the facts straight.
As the conversation moved on to the reason they were there, she finished her drink, licking her lips of the lingering taste. The news she heard of a werewolf shot down by ordinary bullets worried her, her expression showing it, not really one to ever hide her feelings. She sighs at the news. "Well, this is indeed serious. You called me here because you think I can be of help. So, I agree to help you, simple as that. What more can you tell us?" Looking down at her empty glass, thinking she perhaps drank it much to fast, pouting slightly at the sight. When she hears Ghost introduce himself, she smiles "I was wondering when we would get around to that. Kismet. Kismet Ameen." ((OOC: If anyone knows arabic, her last name mean Trustworthy)). (Last edited by WhiteRose on 04-18-07 09:38 PM) |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Ionesco was currently walking around the now empty part of the bar. He looked like a young man, for the most part. He had a youthful vigor to his step, the burning passion of a young man in his eyes, and a devilish smile. But atop his head was gray hair. It was shaggy and thick, and it most closely resembles gray wolf fur. That was the only thing that showed he was a wolf.
He turned around and walked back to the group, now that he had given the others the chance to talk. "Ionesco Darian, friends. Hope to have fun with you all." |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5840 days Last activity: 5299 days |
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| Grim thinks about it for a moment, recalling a dusty memory. "Dur'Gilroy." ((OOC: You can look up the meening of that one.)) He says after a short pause. "But I haven't been called that for the better part of a millenia." He sips at his drink, inhailes his cigar. Letting out the smoke he says "Just call me Grim."
He looks at the bartender. "And if you called me here, then you know me, or of me. So if you would refrain from questioning what I will do for the Brotherhood I would be thankful. I let my actions speak for me. Running one's mouth is just so much hot air." |
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WhiteRose Warrior Sailor Delerium Have you ever spent days and days and days making up flavors of ice cream that no ones ever eaten before? Like chicken and telephone ice cream?...Green mouse ice cream was the worst. Since: 08-17-04 From: The Dreaming Since last post: 4451 days Last activity: 5155 days |
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| Her eyes go wide as she hears Grim introduce himself, her eyes looking up from the empty glass, her eyes instantly going to him, looking him over. It is rare when a legend shows up right before your eyes. She wants to say something about it being an honor of working with him, but her tongue seems to have decided to stop working for the momment. | |||
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Ionesco stared a moment at Grim. He was shocked. In a community where pompous, egotistical power figures flaunted their every deed and task, it was good to see a fresh soul.
"You, Sir Grim, I like." |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5090 days Last activity: 4607 days |
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| The Bartender nods to Kismet and Ghost. "Thank you for that friends." He gives a sidelong glance at Ionesco and smiles almost fondly.
"I think I shall wait for all the introductions to finish before introducing myself." He glares at Ghost, "If you say anything I'll tie your tongue to your testicles." He turns once again, getting slightly dizzy in the process to Aria and Caine. "No silver used, Fenrir was killed entirely by an ordinary bullet. And Caine, I did not threaten you. YOU came into my bar and thought you could order me around." He held up his hands in a placating gesture. "But let's put those things behind us and focus on the now. The sickness is growing. After introductions I will explain." He turns back to Aria and raises an eyebrow, indicating that she should introduce herself. Grim beats her to it however and the bartender turns to look at him. I know exactly who you are Sir Grim. Do you think 300 years would dull my memory of the man that trained me in the use of a sword? I am well acquainted with you, old friend." (Last edited by Pockets on 04-18-07 10:03 PM) |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5840 days Last activity: 5299 days |
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| Grim tilts his head to the side. "You've grown." He says. With a smile that crinkles his scar. "And speaking of your skill with your blade. Lets see if you rember the first few lessons....and put the blade away." |
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