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Blue Moon Tavern – Jim Kirk (Force Sensitive), Versus, Anders Redux (Vampire): (Present Day – 11.19.17)

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<p class=Captain James T. Kirk

09:53PM

\”Skip to the good part Akalee\” He demanded, \”What am I looking for here? Spirits? The spirits are causing this?\” Till his eyes widened and he remembered. Celestial War. Gods. Sicilides. Kirk stares at the screen and wonders if there\’s a possible correlation between that element as well? \”……………………………….\”

Dr. Alexandra Danvers

09:55PM

It could be a connection to most things as of late. Though the Celestial war that Siclides had threatened Kirk, Kara and Varrick with seemed logical. Not that she would jump to that conclusion /but/ deities were celestials. Hmm. \’\’I have this feeling this is not connected to the fishies.\’\’ Keeping it on the downlow. Spirits? Other deities?

Anders Redux

09:56PM

The Vampyre swivells the seat of his stool to turn away from the shifters, his lip curled in a grimace of sensory disgust. It was not their fault of course. They were just dumb animals. But had they an experience such as he, they would be drenching themselves in cologne. Perhaps it was just as well Human\’s have a blunted perception when it comes to smell. They very rarely use it and generally only identifying unpleasant aromas. Luckily for the shifters

Akalee{Fang}

09:57PM

~\”i dont know if its spirits, we couldnt find the cause for the aftermath and both of these statements were at seperate times, two different parties. But whatever caused the mass chaos couldnt be found we surched everywhere…\” She then turns to alex and nods, she wasnt sure if it was connected but with what varrick had explained it seemed it could be. \”Well anyhow im going to stay hereon hellifyno and help you both keep this planet safe.\”~

Valerie Natsu

09:58PM

\”Thank you, Harry.\” Valerie gave the bartender a nod. It felt a little weird for her not to be around her friends. But it was nice to have her head talked off by either Wanda or Hamlet. No offense to the two of them. She just…preferred silence to speaking 99% of the time. Her eyes drifted back to Anders, brow raising. \”I don\’t smell /that/ horrid, do I?\” She could sense his disgust. \”I showered today.\”

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<p class=Anders Redux

10:03PM

It was because she showered that she smelled of wet dog. But still, he does turn a little towards her, offers a faint smile, closed lips pressed tightly together and a polite nod of the head for appearances sake. He needed to take a mouthful of wine after that

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<p class=Captain James T. Kirk

10:04PM

Kirk sat down into the available chair and he thought of this as being related to, \”The Fish Gods\” Shrugs. \”They seem to have a hold on this area\” Looking down towards the floor, though not for long. No. His defeated stare was more to the laptops information in question. Worries. Celestial. Spirit. How much of a difference could it be? \”Danvers, what if this is residuals of a certain Siccy promise?\” That would mean that ALL of those deaths would ultimately be the cause of Kirk not handing over Kara.

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<p class=Dr. Alexandra Danvers

10:08PM

Nodding once as she pondered that. \’\’There are rumors about them all over. So far we\’ve got no /real/ information on them. \’\’Right now they appear to be operating mostly from the shadows.\’\’ But for how long? They would strike eventually. More than likely. The defeated the stare was note from Kirk. She had a feeling he was thinking the same. \’\’The promise he made to you, Kara and Varrick.\’\’ Danvers had been informed of it. \’\’It very well could be.\’\’ The beginning had been terrible. She didn\’t dare think of the aftermath. Handing over Kara was a no-go. Never. Ever. And if she knew people were dying because of her, she would go. Because that was how kind and innocent she was. And it could not happen under any circumstance.

Valerie Natsu

10:11PM

Valerie sipped her coffee, then sighed. At least he was /trying/ to be polite. Sort of. Valerie let out a small yawn. Coffee wasn\’t helping. Then again, she was /always/ sleepy. No matter how much coffee she drank. After setting the coffee down on the counter, she stretched her arms out, then up with a heavy groan added to it. \”I\’m sorry if my scent is causing you to have a bad night.\”

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<p class=Akalee{Fang}

10:14PM

~watches at it seemed kirk and alex fell into conversation she wasnt entirely understanding. Sighing she closed the laptop and put it away before flagging down an imp and ordering another whiskey. Mabey now was the time to go introduce herself to the fellow shifter. Sighing shed rise and excuse herself from her new friends and headed over to valerie, \”hello, iam Akalee Fang\” She offers with a half smile and a handshake. Boy was her charm off but it had been one hell of a day.~

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<p class=Valerie Natsu

10:15PM

Valerie glanced towards Akalee, brow raising. It took her a moment to just look the shifter up and down. Study her. Then, she sniffed the air as if to get the woman\’s scent. Blink, blink. \”Go away.\” Is all she said, before turning back to her coffee.

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<p class=Anders Redux

10:15PM

He has class, far too much class to actually confirm what she suspects. Instead, he merely gets to his feet, a towering male, slender and lithe, the wrinkles drop from his pants which fall into perfect uniform creases down to his highly polished shoes. He recognizes the shifter. He remembers her from the first time he went to the Red Sun Inn, (and caused absolute uproar!), and his feelings towards her kind hadn\’t changed any. He had been very badly damaged by Sinh that time. Anders sticks with his own now. The Blue Moon. He doesn\’t go anywhere else really. Finds Persistence, far too parochial for his tastes. Surprised though that one of the rogues should appear in the place set apart for heroes.

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<p class=Akalee{Fang}

10:17PM

~welp that didnt go as planned, gulping she tries again. \”sorry for disturbing you, just dont see many shifters arround, and well your rather pretty\” Yup she decides to go for flattery which may or may not get her killed at this point but she was mearly tyring to be kind perhap get to know the other shifter.~
Valerie Natsu

10:19PM

A low growl escaped the warrior\’s throat. Akalee didn\’t know Valerie. So it was only natural that she\’d assume that friendship was remotely possible. \”I don\’t care who or what you are. Flattery won\’t get you anywhere. I\’m not the type of person you would want to be friends with so /go away/.\”

Lucifer Morningstar

10:21PM

Lucifer Morningstar a man of intrigue and class, pushed open the door to the tavern. Tilting his head, as he looked about. A few of the people known to him. Others complete strangers. Lucifer radiated lust and desires, any who got within touching distance, would feel a pull to him. The desire to speak desires, would be harder to resist. He casually walked to the bar and found himself a seat, he wore a Italian silk suit and black wingtips.

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<p class=Anders Redux

10:21PM

She might as well be saying it to Anders. he discretely clears his throat, picks up his wine and walks away from his space at the bar to a table far far away from the stink of canines.

ack!)

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<p class=Akalee{Fang}

10:21PM

~yes it was true akalee didnt know valerie but val also didnt know akalee. and she didnt take the growl as a threat she actually found it intreguing it called to her wolvenness which was odd. \”well if you dont want to be friends thats fine but how about a run? or a hunt?\” She wasnt giving up so easily~

Valerie Natsu

10:22PM

\”Get the hell away from me.\”

10:22P

Valerie didn\’t take kindly to this woman\’s pushing. People in Persistence usually knew not to push their luck around Valerie. But, she wasn\’t in Persistence tonight. (D)

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<p class=Akalee{Fang}

10:24PM

~putting her hands up she backs off a bit, \”ok, ok i get the hint, sorry to bother you and if youd like to take up my offer ill be over there\” She hitches a thumb over to where she had been sitting before turning and heading back over to kirk and alex, completely defeated.~

i shall brb))

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<p class=Captain James T. Kirk

10:25PM

Kirk was far more interested in Danvers words. Doom had spoken of the Prophecy. The apocalypse. The Fish Gods. And in Kirk\’s mind all of those other dots with Siccy are starting to come together. Kirk was warned, yet had no way to prevent the disaster. Still: he would never hand Kara over to that beast. \”…………………………..\”

Valerie Natsu

10:26PM

Finally. Valerie sipped her coffee again, then grumbled to herself. Grumble mumble and mumble grumble. People were so frustrating. She pushed the mug aside, then looked at Harry. \”Could I get a bottle of vodka? I need something stronger if I\’m going to stick around.\”

Dr. Alexandra Danvers

10:27PM

The more she thought about it, the more it seemed to fit. A war. An apocalypse. Unless they were entirely wrong, yet it truly seemed likely the more she was thinking about it. The prophecy that was going around here. It could all be connected to Siccy as far as they knew. He was angry, that they knew. Handing over her sister was not happening, no matter how pissed off Siccy got. What if that particular war had already started?

Lucifer Morningstar

10:30PM

\”Pardon me, but mind if I drink with you? It\’s much better than drinking alone, I assure and certainly not as sad.\” Lucifer told Val with a smooth voice, that seemed to ease moods and make others relax.

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<p class=Valerie Natsu

10:30PM

\”I like drinking alone.\” Valerie replied with a growl somewhere in her response as she was handed a bottle of vodka. \”Go away.\”

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<p class=Lucifer Morningstar

10:33PM

\”Oh I don\’t doubt it, a bit of loner are you. One for the pack? A handful of friends whom you trust? I know the type, and usually they\’re the fun ones. So no I\’m not going to leave, I want to talk. If you want to leave, go. Or you could enjoy my company.\’ Lucifer said charismatic.

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<p class=Captain James T. Kirk

10:34PM

Kirk sat there staring at the laptop, though he was remembering his last encounters with Siccy. And immediately turned to one of the darkened windows for the outside world around them. His features were rather torn. A good day that manifested into Hell…

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<p class=Akalee{Fang}

10:34PM

~sighs as she takes her place by kirk and alex, she wasnt doing so well in the meeting people department but at least they both seemed to like her. She looked to them realizing they still both seemed lost in thought, welp she decides to shift back into wolven form and curls at there feet decding if they needed her she was there~

Valerie Natsu

10:35PM

He wasn\’t wrong. She had very few people she trusted. Even in her circle of friends, she didn\’t /fully/ trust all of them. The shifter eyed Lucifer. She didn\’t like this man. Not only was that woman pressing her earlier, now this guy was. \”I think I\’ll leave.\” She replied as she stood up with her bottle of vodka. She saluted to Harry, then left the Tavern.

Dr. Alexandra Danvers

10:36PM

Danvers was next to him, rubbing his back ever so gently. \’\’So much for a god day, huh.\’\’ She murmured. Now they were faced with /this/. Though she got a text from Kara. Just one of those saying she was alright and safe. \’\’She\’s safe.\’\’ She said, even showing him the text. There was even a picture with food. Go figure.

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<p class=Anders Redux

10:39PM

This transformation really does fill the Vampyre with disgust. \”Oh…really!\” he mutters, scraping back his chair and getting once more to his feet. \”If you really MUST do that… can you at least do it in the privacy of your own home?\” directing it to the vulpine creature that was laying at Kirk\’s feet. His tone was harsh, and had the prim, clipped quality associated with the Northern Familia. A sometimes gutteral accent, but at this moment- merely outraged. Glass in hand, he now has the option of returning to the bar now that the other canine has left (night Val) and does so, complaining to Harry as he gets there. \”Honestly man…can\’t YOU do something about it?\”

10:39PM

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<p class=Akalee{Fang}

10:40PM

~Perks at anders rage towards her, head rising from reddish brown socked fours as a low warning growl emitts from her. But that was all she gave she wasnt about to cause any problems, they had that god or watever to worry about this..this stinking vampire wasnt any concern to her.~

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<p class=Captain James T. Kirk

10:41PM

Kirk couldn\’t even look up to the Kara picture. His mind. His physique. Is mentally broken. From the inside Out. Ultimately: he was the one blocking Kara from going to Siccy. Absently to the mans harsh behavior to his new friend, Kirk\’s tone is far from friendly, far from being of a sound mind, \”…You can leave\” To Anders. Even though he\’s still dreading of all of those lives lost….
Lucifer Morningstar

10:42PM

\”You know it\’s quite rude to discriminate like that right? I mean honestly, why yell at her when you can leave instead? So you can act macho?\” Lucifer asked anders with a small smirk, his eyes dazzling.

Dr. Alexandra Danvers

10:44PM

She could tell he was broken and down right now. Which made the situation even more tricky. Trouble could be on the horizon and that would not bode well. Her hazel eyes narrowed at the one trying to cause trouble. Although she was sticking close to Kirk.

Anders Redux

10:46PM

The Vampyre does continue his rather uppitty tirade. \”I mean…this is HARDLY the Red Sun is it?\” waving an aristocratic hand about the space of the Blue Moon, illustrating the sophisticated ambience of the Inner City bar. \”Harry, really, my good man. Do something about it will you?\” He doesn\’t care what any of the other patrons feels about it. He actually comes to the Blue Moon expecting a better class of patrons, and usually gets it. As the other customers start to mouth off about something that was essentially none of their business, Anders points to the sign that states quite clearly \”No dogs allowed. (Guide dogs excepted)\” , a black profile of a doggo on white, surrounded by a red circle and a definite line crossed through it. \”IPerhaps the creature cannot read, in either form\” sniffing rather arrogantly and looking down his nose at Fang.

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<p class=Akalee{Fang}

10:48PM

~OH NO HE CALLED HER A DOG!!!!..rising from her place at kirk and alex\’s feet shed pad over to anders, \”iam NOT a dog\” she spoke directly into his mind, then simply turned apon her paws and returned to her place once more laying her lanky furred frame at kirk and alex\’s feet eyeing the vampyre with bright greeblue hues.~

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<p class=Lucifer Morningstar

10:49PM

\”Hmmm oh and another hint of rudeness to the lady. Well that certainly won\’t do, in a refined environment.\” Lucifer said with a hint of anger in his voice. He opened his palm and a small light would appear and grow, hot and bright. Close to the intensity of the sun.

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<p class=Captain James T. Kirk

10:50PM

Kirk debated: and then investigated the source of the problem. The Signs. So? Force REND was used on the signs until they were but ash on the floor. Then Force Pushed those remnants out the door. If allowed? If it wasn\’t stopped or detected by others in the room? If not: Kirk immediately returned to Force Stealth to maintain his anonymity. \”Look at that. The Signs are GONE\” Surprise. Or was it mock surprise? Then he reached on down to pet the Wolf at his feet…

Anders Redux

10:51PM

The thing pads towards him. It was no secret how the Vampyric crowd felt about shifters, and vice versa. Anders recoils from it. \”Get away from me you beast!\” He hears no voice, just sees a dog looking up at him and as it moves away, delivers a swift kick towards it\’s hind quarters

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<p class=Akalee{Fang}

10:54PM

~the kick had missed, lucky for the vampire it had and once at the feet of her friends she churr to kirks pets, she may be new here but harry hadnt told her she wasnt allowed and therefore she wasnt leaving just beacuse this bloodsucker didnt like her.~

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<p class=Captain James T. Kirk

10:55PM

Once again: Kirk\’s powers came into action. So much for Force Stealth tonight? Kirk stood up from his seat, and settled Akalee over with Danvers. \”Stay with her\” Hard eyes informed Danvers: to leave if things get bad. Then took one long breath, before closing the distance where the being was taking up valuable space. Mind You. A good six feet away, from Anders. Anger. Fury. Even his breaths were flickering, \”…You\’ll Not Harm My Friends\” This is how it starts, Jim. This is when you find out that you\’re dealing with another Siccy, Jim…..

Kida Le Morte

10:57PM

*since kidas player cat sleep she brings her back in, only this time she is a 9ft tall pitch black wolf with the same bicolored eyes, she looks akalee and snorts* +I told you I can change too.+

0Dr. Alexandra Danvers

10:58PM

If/Once the signs were gone, all was well. Right? Harry had said nothing about wolves or dogs not being allowed. And truth be told if they allowed beings such as Siclides, well… there was that. Couldn\’t really be selective then. All she saw was an uppity, obnoxious asshole. Then Kirk decided to step up. She would too, yet the hard eyes were… well, they made sense. She had Their Gift to think of. So she would stay with Akalee. For now. Danvers\’ own energies were already charging as well. Although no visible charge.

3Akalee{Fang}

11:02PM

~perks as kirk rises to her defence…she didnt want trouble and deffently didnt wnat anyone getting hurt on her account. Huffing shed rise and pushes past kirk a deep gutteral snarl escaping her not even noticing kida at first though when she did a swift maw dip whould be given in greeting. Then her attions turned to anders \”your problem is with me, why iam unsrue iam not bothering your undead presence so id appricate it if youd simply leave me alone\”~

Kida Le Morte

11:05PM

*kida pads over to akalee* +I don\’t think he can hear you hun.+ *she looks to danvers and a swoosh of her long tail knocks over a table and set of chairs, she missed the man\’s comment bit something definitely wasn\’t right here. She sits by alex and watches everyone*

11:05PM

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<p class=Anders Redux

11:05PM

The vampyre merely smiles coolly and raises his glass to the group at the table. Easy. No problem. A space captain with delusions of being a wizard. His woman who enabled those delusions. And a dog that could change into a woman…or was it a woman that could change into a dog? Did he really want to know? None of them either individually or combined would be able to best a Vampyre as ancient and as powerful as he, and to prove it… He moves so fast that the naked eye does not compute, merely a breath of displaced air to signify his passing. Kirk\’s table is upended and goes flying across the room, sending drinks, glasses, any accoutrement from a meal up into the air and landing upon the hapless canine, if it did not move quickly. The illusion is that he has not moved. Anders just glances upwards at the ceiling fan and wonders if he could tie the dog\’s tail to one of the blades. Now THAT would be fun!

8PM

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<p class=Dr. Alexandra Danvers

11:08PM

If allowed, Danvers used the Force to not just hold the table but also placing it elsewhere, in an attempt to prevent the wolf from being hit. If allowed? Move Object to stop the table but also place it down again. Gently so.

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<p class=Akalee{Fang}

11:08PM

~seeing as she was not a dog, but a shifter she did catch anders movements and took kidas comment as a sign she should just act which she does. Leaping at the same moment anders moves so her body stops him from reaching the table and alex. If she connects he will hit the ground with the wolf atop him.~

Kida Le Morte

11:12PM

*kida sighs again then just watches the man, and within seconds kida changes back to her normal, 5\’4\” tall self, long purple hair pulled back into a pony tail as she grumbles* leave the dead thing be. hes a miserable blod sucker who feeds on the misfortune of others.. pay no head to his antics… *kida takes a seat at the bar, orders a whiskey and then turns to face anders* im also a.. shifter.. does that mean you hate me as well good sir..*kida calm yet still raging inside*

Anders Redux

11:15PM

The pale creature chuckles and says \”I don\’t hate shifters. I just think they are best put to use as a guard …on a chain. Perhaps in a yard somewhere?\” An arrogant snort and then another delicate sip of his wine. This is the sort of discord that he lived for. Any who had experience of him before would know this, and probably choose to ignore him. He had been there for hundreds of years when Persistence was nothing more than a fishing village. He would be around a lot longer.

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<p class=Captain James T. Kirk

11:16PM

Danvers had acted as swiftly as possible: even though there was no genuine way to calculate his speed levels. Yet Kirk is still thinking about all of those deaths. Sighs. While Kida revealed herself to the dead thing? Undead? Something smells bad. \”You\’re not at Home\” To Anders. \”There are different rules here and You\’ll Abide Them\” Sure he will, Kirk.

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<p class=Akalee{Fang}

11:18PM

~welp apparently she missed, oh well huffing she turns and again lays at alex\’s feet her gaze still on anders but the conflict was over. She turned her head to kida, \”your alot bigger than i\” She smiled wolvenly she knew in a way kida wasnt entirely a useual shifter but alas it wasnt really any of her business.~

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<p class=Anders Redux

11:18PM

\”Oh but I am\” he responds, a humorless chuckle escapes those bloodless lips as he views the dwarfish Kirk. The man really was a casualty of his own reputation. Surely he did not actually believe the hype that he himself had generated?

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<p class=Dr. Alexandra Danvers

11:19PM

True. She had acted as swiftly as she possibly could. Danvers was not someone to sit idly by if she could offer help of some sort. Especially when innocents were being targets. Akalee may be resting by her feet, though she was standing by now.

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<p class=Kida Le Morte

11:20PM

*kida watches anders and takes her whiskey, taking a sip and just falls silent then she looks over to akalee* in that form i am, i have always been a rather large breed of wolf. my mother valno found me as a pup. we dont know what my heritage is. but it seems to work for me *she smiles to the wolf, completely ignoring the man at this point*

Anders Redux

11:20PM

he glances to Danvers and curls a lip. \”Oh do sit down, Woman. Your posturing really is quite puerile\” and once again, takes a sip of the wine, as casually as though he was commenting on the football results

Any more from the good Doctor there, and he was tempted to whip the chair from beneath her. Still, he thinks he has made his point. Another breath of displaced air and the signs are back up on the wall. It is the law after all.

11:22PM

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<p class=Akalee{Fang}

11:22PM

~smiles back to kida, \”that is rather interesting, it is nice to know a fellow shifter though\” she considered kida as one of her new firends she hoped the women accounted her as one as well. She flashes her gaze to anders not really liking his tone towards alex but she did nothing more than watch him.~

11:27PM

OK)

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<p class=Kida Le Morte

11:28PM

*as kida takes a sip she spits it out every where and starts hysterically laughing at the man with the signs* your funny. your not the owner of this place and harry would never discriminate. and ive been here since the tavern opened. there is no law. *kida laughs again even harder this time*

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<p class=Captain James T. Kirk

11:30PM

\”All that you\’ve done. Who-ever you are, is posture how worthless you are the face of Humanity\” Kirk replies, \”You hurt animals. You belittle women and You\’re the One who needs to leave here. NOW\” He demands to the unknown. Kirk made sure that the newly formed group is safe, then back to the unknown…

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<p class=Dr. Alexandra Danvers

11:33PM

She really disliked this unknown being now. Hurting animals and demeaning towards women. Not something she was alright with. It truly showed how obnoxious he was. Then to Kida. \’\’Seems no such laws exist.\’\’ She trusted Kida a whole lot more than this other being.

Kida Le Morte

11:37PM

*kida just keeps laughing then looks to danvers and kirk, standing and moving over to them* its alright kirk. now. earlier you seemed rather surprised that i am goddess. i can anwser questions if you have any.. *she says the last part to both kirk and alex with a smile* may i sit?

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<p class=Captain James T. Kirk

11:39PM

Kirk was still standing over near Anders.

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<p class=Kida Le Morte

11:39PM

*adjusts so she says this as she walks past kirk*****

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<p class=Anders Redux

11:47PM

Anders essentially disappears. Again, the breath of displaced air is all that signifies his passing. There is nothing magical about this. It is merely the hyperaccelerated rate at which his kind operate. \”You don\’t own it either Space Man\” a voice whispers into Kirk\’s ear as he reappears behind the Capt, casually sipping at his wine as though he was always there. Anders, to be fair, remembers when this Tavern was built, he also remembers the brothel that was in it\’s place five hundred years before. Perhaps he doesn\’t own it per se, but there is some ownership that comes from being a regular for the last few centuries, albeit unofficial.

Captain James T. Kirk

11:53PM

Gone! Back! He feels as if he\’s being, *played, * by the? Unusual Being. Certainly not a Luminous Being, right? With the Whisper, Kirk turned around to face the being! He wouldn\’t call it human. However, he never looked directly into its eyes, either. Unsettling. Another being who knows more than it should about Him. That meant Crew. \”No\” He even agrees with the being, \”…But I\’ll protect those on the surface from the likes of You\” But could Kirk back up his words? Maybe? *Never look in the eyes, Kirk.*

Kida Le Morte

11:55PM

*kida laughs again and then just looks to alex, she needs to really learn to ignore people better, but she bites her tongue and just sits with alex a smile on her face, she holds out a hand as small grey tendrils of fog snake out and up turning into dancing figurines in her palm* i am alot of things. i started out as just a wolf hybrid, and now im also a goddess. ive had healing fog for a long time but it wasnt until recent that it came back. im the mother of twine island..

Dr. Alexandra Danvers

11:57PM

Danvers watched closely. She didn\’t like this being one bit. Always thinking they\’re above others just because they\’re powerful. Yet power could be taken away. They were nothing without it. \’\’As will I.\’\’ And the others here. Even if she should be careful, she couldn\’t just sit by and watch. That wasn\’t who she was. But the fact he knew who Kirk was, was unsettling. Then Kida spoke of becoming a goddess. Something she could relate to, in some regard. \’\’You just… became a goddess?\’\’ Mother of Twine Island. Kara had heard about it. On the radio broadcast.

Kida Le Morte

00:00AM

*kida nods* we were exploring the undiscovered territory and in the center, after some horrible events and not being able to eat the darkness and other things.. weird things… well here i am. my soul is the mother of the island and my body is a wolf hybrid.. and i guess a rather large one at that. *she giggles a bit then sniffs the air* you.. smell good.. like… flowers… *she blinks then her ears turn pink* im sorry. that was.. weird.. i just dont smell that smell very often.. *kida doesnt know she is expecting but the scents she gives off makes kida wonder*

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<p class=Anders Redux

00:01AM

Oh, Kirk would feel… something. He would fight it of course, and already had the nous to not look directly into the Vampyre\’s eyes. It was part of that whole dual evolutionary process. Humans and Vampyres grew and evolved together and at the same rate. Vampyres developed the Glamor, the capability of controlling the human mind by a supernatural connection formed by looking into their eyes. It made them slack jawed and compliant. Humans of course, developed that sensation in the pit of their stomach and an aversion to looking a creature such as Anders in the eyes, even if they were not aware of his Vampyric status. It was a protective instinct and one they would do well to develop further. The laughter, the chaos. It was all food for him. Like the likor that he now imagined drinking from the tear he visualised placing on the stubbled skin of Kirk\’s neck. However, averting his eyes, just made Kirk look shifty, or beaten into submission by a much more powerful and dominant being. It was all that was required. It would show Kirk as… what… a coward? He certainly didn\’t smell cowardly. \”But who will protect you… Hmmm?\” he replied with a tone that a human would usually reserve for a lover. An expression of ersatz regret. \”Who will protect you?\”

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<p class=Captain James T. Kirk

00:11AM

Kirk\’s aversion to looking, to staring, to maintaining his focus away from another\’s eyes: is not from being a Coward. No. It is due to Succubus Reasons. The Eyes. They were fallible objects, and if used properly: could devastate the heart, mind and body. He\’s not going to make that mistake again. Although he\’s probably, on the crux of another mishap. Although Kirk wouldn\’t know the name of what was on the crux of happening? All that he\’s familiar with are the tendrils. The Pulls. The Tugs. The Links. The Bond. Which has done so much damage since his off and on returns to Hellifyno. The memory. The trace. The Tear. Tear of what? Liquid? Or was it maroon in color? Was it blood? A loss of his own blood? More questions came, but his resolve never subsided. \”….I\’ll Protect Myself\” His Determination never halted, \”I\’ll Protect those on the Surface! In the Orbit! YOU\’RE NOTHING COMPARED TO WHAT I\’VE WITNESSED AND PUT INTO THEIR PLACE! NOTHING!\”

Dr. Alexandra Danvers

00:14AM

He would protect himself, sure. But so would she. And Kara. all of his friends would protect him. He wasn\’t alone. Never was, never would be. As for him not looking into the eyes, she knew the exact reason for that. A horrible one. A reason that had caused a lot of devastation. For her. For him. Kirk wasn\’t alone in this. Now that Kida has more than likely gone home, there was just Danvers, Kirk and Anders. Her hazel eyes were focused on the two for now.

Anders Redux

00:19AM

\”So you say little man\” replies the pale looking Vampyre to the man that was sounding perhaps, not as certain as he wanted to be. Lacking in confidence. Oh Anders knew how to instigate, he knew how to needle and how to poke and to prod until even a Saint would be demonstrating apoplexy. It was a skill, and Humans were just so predictably ego driven, that they were compelled to respond. Every. Single. Time. \”Quite the hero\” he murmured, moving his face even closer to Kirk. Nostrils twitch. A deep breath of the heady bouquet of a pheremonal profile that was steeped in anger, outrage…and was that just a soupcon of fear? Suddenly, his whole demeanour changes. Gone is the mildly threatening manner, the softness about words that were designed to enrage. A smile. It almost looks Human. It certainly exposes those singular sharpened shards of enamel, elongated to press into the fullness of his lower lip. They create dimples. \”Still\” he replies in a tone that was now, casual and dismissive. \”I see the dogs have been let out, so there really isn\’t any issue… is there?\”

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<p class=Captain James T. Kirk

00:29AM

Bond that was eventually Broken. Kirk\’s stature, remained solid. Despite the fact of his eyes, not Quite in Anders Direction. Even as the Being closed In on where he stood. \”I\’m Not a Hero\” Kirk murmured in return. He\’s gone against The Sith. Sent them packing twice for Carrots back at their Base. Gone. To Try Again. Frankly, Kirk has challenged Gods and Won. He\’s challenged Titans and WON. He\’s challenged Armies and WON. Yet the flash of the beings exposed teeth is the first tell for Kirk: Vampire. Heady Beasts, that live off of blood. Though each Vampire is essentially different. Depending on how they were cultivated by their Masters. \”….There Is\” Kirk reminds the Vampire, \”You Need To Leave\”

Dr. Alexandra Danvers

00:32AM

She knew that Kirk never backed down when he was standing up against a foe. No matter what stature. God. Titan. Armies. Didn\’t matter. She wanted to take his hand and go home to try and keep this day/night as pleasant as possible. But walking over there was a potential risk for Kirk. And herself. \’\’And take the obnoxious attitude with you.\’\’

Anders Redux

00:37AM

There was something disconcerting in the way Anders smiles. A facsimile of humanity. It really was very convincing. Elegant fingers move to the jacket of his suit, and flick open the button that holds it bound, tightly, around his abdomen. It swishes open, revealing the contrasting red shot silk of the lining. All done very deliberately. The hand then moves to his povket, removing a softpack of cigarettes. He shakes one loose, still gazing with an unblinking stare directly at Kirk. Unabashed. Willing him to just, take the chance, look up. Cmon Space Man, look up. The cigarette is placed between lips and a lighter sparks the end of the tube of tobacco. Still staring. A deep inhalation, whilst he puts the smoking accoutrement back into his jacket pocket. Still very casual. But a smile when Danvers steps up behind Kirk, a smile as it appeared that she did not have the same aversion to eye contact as Kirk. Perhaps she didn\’t know. Perhaps she didn\’t realise that she was walking into the jaws of a shark. His gaze moves from Kirk to the Doctor. he blows smoke into Kirk\’s face, his gaze still fixed upon Danvers. A curl of a lip. \”I think I\’ll stay\”

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<p class=V I V I A N

00:47AM

.

There was pain. It was like an icy wind choking the breath from his lungs and making a noose around her neck. It’s savage, bitter blasts cut right to her bones and gripped around his brain with freezing, daggered claws. It felt constricting, entirely so. Throughout her body was that pulsing pain that quivered and caused her lips to press together to mask any sound that would resonate from her lips. She didn’t need others to know the excruciating pain that expanded down her left side and over her hip. How it caused her muscles to tense beneath her flesh with every step that, even still, held confidence as if there was no underlying issue to her physical appearance. The trench coat that Vivian typically wore was clasped with white-knuckled fingers to tug it closer to her frame, and to also have something to grip onto in the light of things. Even with the lack of sight she made it safely from the threshold of the tavern to the bar’s counter, where, just like the other night, she settled herself down upon the stool. Only this time a wince sketched across her features that were seemingly hidden within the shadows due to the hood that was carefully placed overtop of her head. An exhale escaped, allowing lips to part for only a brief moment as the pain only subsided to that dull ache in her side. “What I had the other night, please.” Her voice didn’t strain, however. It was still that silky, smooth voice that dripped like sweet, sweet honey from her lips.

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<p class=Captain James T. Kirk

00:52AM

To The Side. To The Side. Never-Quite, In the eyes. To The Right. Out of sight. Not Beaten. Not Disheveled. Fire Lit. Smoke Emits. Drifting, swamping the midnight air; when all the creature wants is a Stare. The Stare. The Link. The Bloody Clause. Casual. Cool. Smug at Best. He\’s observing his hand movements from under the purported vest. Jacket Pocket. Accouterments. Encouragements. Still. The measure of a smile from the Beast, that was not There: to turn It\’s HEAD in the direction of His? Of His? Of His Woman? Not enough to see, not enough to look up, just that much more? *Pretty Damn Close, Kirk.* Were you almost looking in its eyes? Succubus Lies. Kirk shouts to Danvers, \”DON\’T LOOK! DON\’T STARE!\” What have you gotten yourself into this time Kirk?

00:52AM

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<p class=Dr. Alexandra Danvers

00:54AM

Danvers did as asked and looked away. Not at the being at all. Eye contact hd never been given. She was well aware how some species worked. This was no exception. She kept her gaze away from the vampire in question. No staring nor looking. Couldn\’t the being just leave? He was obviously disrupting the peace. Not looking at all. Because you never knew what they could do.

Aero Air

01:01AM

And In steps the fallen angel wearing his black coat over his rather nice business attire. A black suit with a blue tie and nice black dress shoes. He scans the room for a moment with those glowing blue eyes of his. Simply counting those present. He runs his empty right hand through his hair before he begins walking towards the bar. Tapping at the ground with a black cane crowned with a blue jewel in his left hand. He finds a seat close to but he was hoping not too close to the Vivian woman. After leaning his cane on the bar he smiles to Harry and speaks softly. \”Vodka please.\” He then rubs his face before resting a hand on the bar. Then tapping a finger.

Anders Redux

01:03AM

His tone was one of the softest beguilement, slithering around Kirk and his woman like satin sifting across a smooth thigh. It would be hard for Danvers, or anyone to resist. It made one question ones own thoughts, question why it was a bad idea to look directly into those icy blue occulli, because how could that gaze be dangerous? Another exhalation of cigarette smoke, a blast that would obscure the men as they engaged in a stand off just momentarily. \”Well Space man\” the Vampyre intoned looking down at the Captain. \”I\’m going nowhere, so either do what you will or stand down because frankly…\” Another glance to Danvers, this time his gaze crawls over her body like a loathesome spider. \”I\’m bored with you AND…\” A chuckle as his gaze remains upon the slender form of the Doctor. \”I\’m feeling a little peckish\”

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<p class=V I V I A N

01:09AM

Beneath the polyester trench coat that kissed the tops of her knees was a long-sleeved v-neck that clung to her frame like a second skin. However, Vivian didn’t dare take off that jacket. Instead her fingers danced over those jean-clad thighs of hers to tug down the hem of her jacket a bit, before resting them atop of the counter with arms crossing comfortably. With a hefty sigh once more escaping, her frame relaxed. It would take awhile for her to fully heal, but that metallic scent that filled the air was not one to discern or even become oblivious to. It would grow, no doubt, and she? Well, she would ignore it. Just like any other injury to her body, no matter the severity of it. This one was bandaged, though. Well, as good as could possibly be. She felt the presence of someone sitting close to her. Maybe not close, but close enough. Her lips pressing together with the proximity between the two, and even the voices of no other than the typical three that had been heard the other night. Anders even created a minuscule grin to form across those lips of hers as her glass of Scotch was brought up for a much needed sip. One that left a trail of fire down the expanse of her throat, and warmed her insides tremendously. A feeling that the Queen of Spades would never bore of.

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<p class=Olea Elidyr

01:11AM

Olea practically storms in the door, staggering to the side after a few steps. Correcting her course to the bar, she mutters under her breath. Her hair is a knotted mess, only just long enough to have been pulled into a ponytail like it has. Deep bags have engraved themselves under her eyes, and her heavily burned left hand rests almost protectively on the same side of her neck. When the Smith reaches the bar, she finally looks up from the ground to climb onto a barstool and promptly drop her face on the counter with a long groan. She stays like that for a moment, then pulls a card out of her wallet, holding it out to the bartender. \”I want to drink until I\’m unconscious or until this runs out. Dark beer, no preference. I should be asleep, but no. I\’m at a bar. Why not keep the streak running, like the shit I am. Sounds great.\” Sarcasm practically drips from her voice in the last bit, and she hits her forehead gently against the bartop a few times before looking up to take her glass. It\’s been a long week. And she didn\’t even get paid for the fucking job.

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<p class=Captain James T. Kirk

01:15AM

Tough. Shit. Questioning himself? That\’s all that these ..Immortal Beings…choose to do against Mortals. The Cowardly Beings with too much damn power to shoot a light-bulb through their fingers. Too much power, always equals, too little control. And creatures will always have their weaknesses, which is themselves. Wrapped Up. Bottled Up. Contained in their Slop of Guts. Void of Life. Bitter Strife. Strife. Tell tale tendrils: yet not quite the same. It is a known tug, with a different name. A plea to be recognized. A plea to be heard. Kirk didn\’t even notice the other being in the room. His Focus is on Danvers: yet not with his eyes. His Mind. *Bored.* Usually meant that they wanted something More. Peckish. Teeth. And you\’re facing towards cuff links. Right. Left. Shiny, just the same. Another voice rings through the atmosphere. Olea. It\’s been ages, right? Danvers. Danvers. No. And why hadn\’t Danvers left before now? Even lifting his gaze towards Danvers was a No-Go. NO-GO. She can\’t stay here, too much is on the line. \”Danvers\” Too damn quiet, \”It\’s That Time\” Not for him, though…..Never For Him….She Needs SAFE…

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<p class=Aero Air

01:17AM

He smiles as his glass is placed before him but didn\’t move to pick it up. He just stared at it for a bit before looking to Vivian as she sighed. His eyes lingered over her being for a few moments. Listening to her body. Listening to the ongoings of her structure and blood flowing. Her heart pumping. Her lungs inflating and deflating. Then suddenly he turns a bit to eye the one storming into the room. And watches her until she gets closer to the bar. That\’s when he takes his sip. Just one. He then taps a finger on the bar creating a very beautiful sound. Like he just tapped a note on a piano.

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<p class=Dr. Alexandra Danvers

01:17AM

Danvers knew. So she frowned. \’\’Please come home safe.\’\’ She pleaded. It pained her. But she knew. Just knew. Had to be done. \’I love you you.\’. Telepathically to her beloved Captain. Her eyes were closed, head lowered as she used her portal coin

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<p class=Anders Redux

01:23AM

He is aware that VIVIAN has arrived. He does not need to look in her direction as he hears her voice, also detects the pain. Nostrils flare momentarily as an aroma, as delicious as baking bread or grinding coffee, tantalizes his palate. Recognizable. Just a small reaction, a worming sensation in his guts, the loosening of saliva that fills the maw that holds the teeth that will tear the space man apart. Gnaw, rend, tear bite. The visualisation that would present as almost an hallucination. He would grin, a humourless display of enamel. Again, he leans forward, needling, poking the bear that lies within the Captain. \”She\’s gone\” he says. \”A shame, she smells so… what is the word?\” waving the hand holding the cigarette in a manner that was almost effete as he searches his lexicon for perfection. A grin, a light bulb moment. All contrived. Always contrived. \”Tender\”

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<p class=V I V I A N

01:24AM

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out when someone was looking your way. Vivian felt those eyes of his caress her very being in a manner of curiosity and whatever else was going on in that man brain of his. Wouldn’t be shocking, though. Not with her appearance, that is. Long legs, tall posture, slim figure. Her features were structured and shaped with Glamour perfection as if there were no blemished or hidden ugliness beneath the illusion. Her eyes didn’t give away her blindness, as they were a mahogany red, much like the counter before her very being. Slender digits danced along the surface of her glass; nails resonating with every impact, and even a soft hum emitting from her throat. For only a few moments, though, before her voice is clearing. “You can introduce yourself, you know. Instead of staring.” Every sound was also heard when it came to the others within the vicinity. Every breath. Every subtle movement they made. The soft tip tap of whatever ‘note’ the other male was playing. Their voices, their tones, the way they presented themselves painted like pretty pictures in her mind. Each one of them, even nameless, were given a picture to refer to within her mind so she could differ them from one another. It’s how she worked. Her blindness wasn’t a disability or a flaw. It was a gift. One so useful, and much like a weapon.

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<p class=Aero Air

01:29AM

He clears his throat before looking back to the woman. \”I apologise. I wasn\’t trying to stare. You just seem unwell is all.\” His voice seems to come from multiple directions at once. The only indication on his location would be the visual view of him… Or for those lacking.. the gentle tap of his finger. Playing a random note. On a non-existent piano. \”My name is Aero… I don\’t usually visit this tavern and in turn I don\’t know many people around here.\” He smiles softly before sipping his vodka. He then sets it down before speaking once more. \”May I ask your name?\”

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<p class=Olea Elidyr

01:32AM

The first glass is raised in a silent toast before being chugged by the exhausted Olea. First, she spent six days straight, with next to no breaks, figuring out how to mix steel and blood for a sword. Then, today, her client tried to take off her head with the same weapon. He didn\’t even bring money. So she didn\’t get paid for a job, killed a return client, and went a week without sleep for nothing. Fucking grand. Thanks second glass is downed similarly to the first, and she decides to slow down for the third. As tempting as it seems, alcohol poisoning seems like a stupid way to die. A better way to go would be to piss off a dragon… Bring some nice symmetry to things. Lauren found her, saved her life. She could find a big one to die… But that\’s for another day. Not today. Never today. Maybe.

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<p class=V I V I A N

01:34AM

“Do I? Oh, I am terribly sorry.” A sarcastic tone laced her words as they rolled off her tongue, accentuated with that Polish accent that either showed itself, or hit itself within her vocal chords not wishing to be heard. The tapping of his finger and his presence alone were indications of how close he was within proximity to her. Yes, his voice sounded echoed all over the place, but that didn’t faze her. It only made her fairly aware of the type of being near her. Clearly nonhuman. With another clear of her throat, her head tilted back with the polishing of the glass’s contents sliding effortlessly down her esophagus. “Another, please.” Directed towards Harry, before she’s turning her head a bit to focus those lovely hues of hers upon the male. “Salora.” Just that. A name that wasn’t even her name. Typical of her, though. No one was to know her true identity beneath the beautiful facade.

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<p class=Captain James T. Kirk

01:35AM

Kirk should be frightened. He should have followed orders, and ran with the intoned subtleties of the Beast before him. He should have widened his eyes, when the images were presented to him: and cried out of the horrors of the teeth that he was facing. RENDING. Splitting Apart. Kirk should have done many an action this time around. He should have? And MAYBE, a small part of him, winced in recognized FEAR. Though how long that lasted, was less than a minute, maybe less? Seconds. *She\’s Gone.* She\’s SAFE. He even nods his head with the fact that she\’s SAFE. Wait? Tender? Smells? What else could he mean, Kirk? *Don\’t. Look.* Don\’t STARE. Stoic emotion riles through his face, \”………………….\” More Silence. What else could this being know? Space Man. Their Plans. His Plans. Her Plans. Their Plans. Space Man. \”It\’s Time For You to Leave!\”

Aero Air

01:42AM

He smirks for a moment. \”I truly didn\’t mean anything by it.\” He sighs briefly before looking to the side. \”Salora…\” He slowly stops his tapping and takes hold of his glass so vodka before bringing it to his lips to take a small sip. He then sets his glass back down but doesn\’t continue the tapping. \”May I have some minor dialogue? with you or would you prefer I return to my quiet observation?\” He smiles at her before tapping just once. A C note.AM

Olea Elidyr

02:02AM

*Lift the glass, drink, put it down. Overthink everything. Either sleep deprivation is making her existential or the alcohol is… Either way, it\’s depressing. And somehow… A little inpiring. The thought that things will continue to happen, will continue to move without her affecting them. The sun will still rise over a fucked up world, the moon will still follow behind. People will still live, and kill, and die, and Olea can\’t do much in the overall scheme. She can arm both sides of a drug war, but she can\’t ask for them to reason. She can shoot a client, but there are still hundreds of people who live off of chaos. And in all honesty, she is one of them. After all, war is the best business for a weaponsmith. That\’s why she let the Wandering brand her… Consistent clients. A mercenary organization is a blessing… Of sorts. But, aside from pay, it does nothing but make her even more paranoid. Once again, the pencil on the bar seems overly welcoming… It would be so simple to just pick it up and ram it into her eye……. No. Not today. Tomorrow, maybe. Just not today. That\’s what keeps her alive. A plea from a dead woman… Not today.

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<p class=Aero Air

02:06AM

\”Excuse me.\” The fallen angel spoke to the seemingly insane weaponsmith at the bar a few seats down. \”Would you like something to eat?\” He smiled at her. He had noticed her disheveled look and behavior and was thinking maybe he can help her mood a bit. Or something. \”You seem like you need to relax a bit.\” He rises from his seat and grabs his cane and vodka before moving to go sit not directly next to her but a seat over. \”May I join your company?\” He smiles. His black wings fold tightly behind him. His eyes glowing blue slightly.

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<p class=Olea Elidyr

02:15AM

She looks up, brows raising. \”I don\’t really… Sure. I don\’t mind.\” She gestures to the stool for him to sit. \”I mean, I probably should eat, realistically, but I can get a bit paranoid when someone else makes my food.\” She tries to be polite and not start rambling out loud, despite her wandering train of thought. To be honest, she looks like shit, for a human. She tends to put work before sleep or food… Fuck. No wonder she feels so bad so much.

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<p class=Aero Air

02:21AM

He smiles at her. \”What if we order something that we know can\’t possibly be tampered with.\” He puts a finger to his chin in thought. \”What about something… Like…cereal?\” He smiles. \”We can make it ourselves? Or waffles?\” He can\’t help but chuckle to himself. \”What do you think?\” He scoots to the chair beside her and leans on the bar. \”Hello I\’m Aero by the way.\”

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<p class=Olea Elidyr

02:24AM

*half bad.\” She offers her free hand for a handshake, the tired smile persisting. \”Olea. Nice to meet you.\”

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<p class=Aero Air

02:27AM

He smiles and moves his hand to hers and gently presses his palm against hers and gives a firm squeeze. And won\’t pull his away until she does. \”It\’s a pleasure to meet you Olea.\” He looks to Harry. \”Two bowls and a gallon of milk with some of the sweetest name brand cereals you have.\” He chuckles.

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<p class=Olea Elidyr

02:32AM

They might just be holding hands for a while, then, because her calloused hand doesn\’t let go. It would be a few moments before she would even notice that it could be awkward for someone awake enough not to forget something like that going on. \”So, Aero. What brings someone as fancy looking as you to a bar? I always thought there were special places for fancier folk…. Jeez, that sounds weird out loud.\” Another few seconds, and she finally remembers the hand\”shake\”, looking down at their hands, and laughing a little awkwardly as she lets go.

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<p class=Lucifer Morningstar

02:33AM

Lucifer walked into the tavern, with a smooth pace, walking across the wooden floor, his black wingtips, clicked, on the floor. He had a devilish smile on his face and saw his *friend* aero. \”Oh look, its nice to see a familiar face, how are you my feathered friend?\” Lucifer asked smoothly, before sitting right beside aero. He wore a navy blue suit, with a white button up shirt.

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<p class=Aero Air

02:37AM

He smiles. \”Well I was just visiting. As I don\’t come to this part of town very often. I like to have a new view every once in a while.\” He released her hand as she did and smiled. \”And I\’m not fancier. I just had some work to do today. That\’s all. And this is what I\’m supposed to wear to work.\” He was about to lean on the bar again but he heard Lucifer and turned his head and looked at him before his wings almost flapped at him and created a small wall behind himself. \”So what do you do for living? I imagine its something a bit hands on?\” He sips his vodka.

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<p class=Olea Elidyr

02:40AM

Brown eyes shift to the next person… Who also has black wings. Maybe they\’re related. Or maybe not… Probably not. But also in nice clothes. Quite the contrast from Olea\’s soot-darkened tee and stained jeans. She obviously didn\’t care about her outfit this morning… Unlike these people. Some part of her wants to try and make business connections… But not today. No. She\’s taking a little break from the forge. \”I\’m a smith… I generally work in weapon craft and assembly, lately. It\’s a bit dangerous, if you want any sort of personal life.\” She shrugs. \”And you?\” The question is primarily to Aero, but a quick glance to the second man is given, intended as an invitation for him to answer too.

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<p class=Lucifer Morningstar

02:41AM

\”Did you just flap your wings at me? Oh you have a rash no doubt. I mean you couldn\’t possibly being so rude. In front of this nice young woman, right?\” He asked before tapping the wall and stood up, walking around and sitting on the opposite side of olea.

\”I run a club known as lux and I\’m the ex-ruler of hell. Lucifer Morningstar at your service.\” He said softly to olea, his voice rich and handsome, with a British accent. He had no wings on display as of current.

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<p class=Aero Air

02:45AM

\”I\’m a business owner. It\’s a company which has a bit of everything.\” He smiles. \”You seem like you\’d be a great addition but I think you need rest right now. And not so much work.\” He holds out a card for her. A white card with ALL printed on the front. And a phone number on the back. \”I\’d love to do business with you.\” Just then the bowls and cereal are placed before them. With the milk gallon. \”She wasn\’t talking to you Luci.\” He muttered before releasing a sigh. \”Please excuse my friend here. He\’s a bit of an attention seeker.\” He mutters before smiling at her. He then looks to the cereal options.

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<p class=Olea Elidyr

02:50AM

What? She\’s totally not tense. Definitely not concerned with someone on both sides of her. Totally not debating how effective that pencil would be as a weapon… But apparently the second man, Lucifer… Well, him having been ex-ruler of hell is far more comforting to herthan it should be. What the fuck Olea. She takes the offered card with a laugh. \”It\’s fine, it was a somewhat general question. I like to know about people… People can be pretty interesting. My ex-roommate, for example, was a dragon. Which I didn\’t know for two months. I don\’t even get how, Lauren is terrible at keeping secrets- sorry, I can tend to think out loud when I talk.\”

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<p class=Aero Air

02:54AM

He chuckles. \”No it\’s fine. I love listening to people talk. It\’s nice hearing about the lives of others. The experiences you\’ve had. It\’s nice.\” He begins pouring some marshmallow cereal and pours himself some milk before sliding the milk jug towards her. \”Your ex roommate? What happened? She ate someone?\” He smiles before sipping some milk from his bowl.

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<p class=Lucifer Morningstar

02:54AM

\”It\’s fine, you have a lovely voice. So by all means talk away. I like to know about people too. Also might I ask, why cereal and not something heartier or more exquisite?\” He asked olea, kindly and then looked up at aero. \”No I most certainly I\’m not, simply checking in on the girl.\” He said honestly, since Lucifer hated lying and wouldn\’t do so.

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<p class=Olea Elidyr

03:00AM

\”Not so much… Apparently she pissed off her family and /got/ eaten. Which is why I wound up with this mess…\” She gestures to the larg burn scars up her left hand and arm, and the brand on her neck… LVII. \”And cereal because I\’m paranoid about food and sleep… And general lower key paranoia. As my client today put it.\” Olea takes the cereal and milk, making her own bowl and picking out the non-marshmallows… An old habit, so the sweetest pieces are saved for last. She smirks at Lucifer\’s last comment past her. Have to respect honesty.

Lucifer Morningstar

03:04AM

\”57? Strange Roman numeral to brand on someone. Also sorry about your friend if she was, your friend. Some roommates can be quite annoying.\” Lucifer said with a sweet smile, before waving the Harry down. \”Yes I\’ll have a glass of water and a blt please.\” He said, with a devilish grin, then noticed what she was doing. \”So paranoia and ocd? Or you just enjoy marshmallows?\”

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<p class=Aero Air

03:07AM

He occasionally sips his bowl before continuing to eat his cereal. Now just watching the two of them talk before setting his bowl down. He then just listens. Occasionally bringing his spoon up to his mouth to eat but other than that he\’s not doing much.

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<p class=Olea Elidyr

03:12AM

\”I don\’t know the wandering\’s thing with numbers, honestly. I just know they give me reliable clientele and keep me stitched up… And honestly, Lauren wasn\’t home much anyways, so it\’s not too drastically different.\” Another few bites before she notices what Lucifer meant about the ocd/marsh!mllows question. \”Um… I think it\’s just that marshmallows are the best part… I wouldn\’t know if I\’m OCD, though… I spend most of my time at my forge.\” She says with another shrug.

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<p class=Lucifer Morningstar

03:15AM

\”Are all your tools neatly put away? If one gets out of place does it frustrate you?\”He asked, to help her find out. \”Well I\’m not sure about you but if the rents too much, I own a building called lux, it\’s a nightclub sure but it needs some work. I could offer you the job, need new railings, a chandelier and a few odds and ends. If your up for it.\” He offers, politely as Harry gives him, his food. Lucifer cuts it in half, triangular halfs. Then takes a bite of the sandwich.

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<p class=Olea Elidyr

03:26AM

\”I mean, I like to be able to work without digging through everything to find something… And I can help fix your place up, if you want. After a few days, though. I am taking a little break after today\’s… Less than ideal job.\” And yet another shrug. Sleepy Olea does a lot of shrugging. \”My forge is a few streets from the Red Sun Inn… The Elidyr Smithing building… And yeah, I know. Grandpa wasn\’t exactly original with the name, but Mom and I have just sort of… Kept it.\” Olea has to consiously not keep thinking about work. Jeez. That\’s a little sad. \”I don\’t have any business cards today, but I do have my phone it me most of the time, if either of you want the number?\” She looks between Aero and Lucifer.

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<p class=Lucifer Morningstar

03:30AM

\”I\’d love your number darling, put it in my phone of you don\’t mind.\” He said handing his iPhone over to her. \”Also I forgot to add if you can\’t afford your apartment, without your roomate. I can rent you a room in luxs building. If you would like.\” He said, making eye contact if possible and if she wasn\’t resistant to his charm. She would feel the urge to tell her desires.

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<p class=Olea Elidyr

03:41AM

\”Not a problem.\” She puts in a contact and hands the phone back. \”It\’s fine. I mean, I overwork myself anyways, hence the break. Besides, the Wandering pay well, and only make me want to shove a pen through my eye a little bit. Besides, it\’s not like I have much of a way out anyways, what with the brand being on my neck and all. But that\’s fine. Nobody here really gets to have control over their own lives… Not humans, at least……\” She trails off door a moment, starting off into space a little. \”Holy shit I need to sleep and get a filter.\” The comment is more to herself than anything. It\’s not that she is resistant to his charm… Olea has just sort of lost pretty much all desire lately…….. A little vacay could probably be helpful. Maybe. Hopefully.

(aaaand I forgot to add the detail of the smile that sort of stays, even though it gets to be a sorta depressed smile towards the end.)

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<p class=Lucifer Morningstar

03:43AM

(It\’s fine lol

He looks at her suddenly stunned, no desires now that was just sad to him. Poor her, he most certainly reawken that spark, that made life, well, life. \”Well see that\’s where your wrong, I\’m a firm beliver in freedom, in ones choices. So if you ever need help, call me. Then we can make a deal.\’ He said, texting her real fast so, she had his number. [

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<p class=Olea Elidyr

03:55AM

\”Will do…\” Her smile grows faintly. Somewhat hopeful. Wow. Olea finally starts to relax around someone for the first time in months and it is an ex-king of hell. She can\’t help but laugh a little at the fact, and her phone buzzes as the text is received. \”\”Will do…\” Her smile grows faintly. Somewhat hopeful. Wow. Olea finally starts to relax around someone for the first time in months and it is an ex-king of hell. She can\’t help but laugh a little at the fact, and her phone buzzes as the text is received. \”Nice.\” Another chuckle… And since her player just realized how late it is, Olea checks the time and stands. \”Would you mind if I head home and crash?\”

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<p class=Lucifer Morningstar

03:57AM

\”I was actually planning on letting you stay in the apartment, at lux. So you might get an early start. We have good food and plenty of hot water, plus top shelf alcohol.\” He offered, holding his hand out.

03:57AM

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<p class=Olea Elidyr

04:00AM

\”Wow. We just met and you\’re offering to let me stay at your place?\” She teases with a laugh. \”That sounds awesome, though.\” Hot water? What? Some place better quality than her cheap ass apartment? Fuck it. Olea is taking that offer. And that hand. \”Thank you.\”

Lucifer Morningstar

04:01AM

Suddenly a small portal appeared, big enough for two people to go through. He would lead her through if allowed.

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<p class=Olea Elidyr

04:02AM

She only pauses for a second, and follows through.

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<p class=Captain James T. Kirk

04:05AM

Kirk should be frightened. He should have followed orders, and ran with the intoned subtleties of the Beast before him. He should have widened his eyes, when the images were presented to him: and cried out of the horrors of the teeth that he was facing. RENDING. Splitting Apart. Kirk should have done many an action this time around. He should have? And MAYBE, a small part of him, winced in recognized FEAR. Though how long that lasted, was less than a minute, maybe less? Seconds. *She\’s Gone.* She\’s SAFE. He even nods his head with the fact that she\’s SAFE. Wait? Tender? Smells? What else could he mean, Kirk? *Don\’t. Look.* Don\’t STARE. Stoic emotion riles through his face, \”………………….\” More Silence. What else could this being know? Space Man. Their Plans. His Plans. Her Plans. Their Plans. Space Man. \”It\’s Time For You to Leave!\”

Goddess Keranita

04:17AM

-The Tavern yet again a place she dreaded to come to but her wench was here and the very least she could enjoy that much about this place…She hoped the drunken Celt was not here tonight because well she just did not want to deal with him this night…She gracefully appeared within a cloud of purple hazed smoke standing against the wall with her black hood covering her face and velvet black cloak wrapped around her body. .. She waved to her favorite wench and she knew just what the Goddess wanted, The wench grabbed a sharp knife and slit her wrist and placed it over a crystal wine glass and allowed her blood to fill the glass, Once done she gauzed up her wrist and with a smile served the glass to the Goddess and bowed then took her leave.- \”Finally some un-touched non tainted blood to enjoy.\” -She whispered to herself as sipped it from under her hood then glanced around the room feeling some different presences this night.-

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<p class=Anders Redux

04:22AM

The arrogance of the entitled Elite. That is what coloured each and every gesture, each word. It could possibly work in Kirk\’s favour. Well there was an adage back in the old world. The bigger they are the harder they fall. The Vampyre was tall, slender, his features beautiful, refined. Delicately constructed from Millenia of selected breeding. The race did not breed often, one get every couple of hundred years. He was the last of his Familia. He had survived through famine, want, disease and war. Revolution, rebellion and even a meteor strike that had pushed the world into a premature Ice Age. A Space man was going to be a far lesser challenge. Kirk was stubborn. And despite the tang of fear that drenched the air about him, Anders had to respect that he didn\’t back down. The very definition of bravery. It would not be enough. Kirk bellowed those last words, and finally, the stand off was broken. Anders reacts by throwing back his head and howling gleefully, imitating the very canine half breeds that he had derided right at the start of the evening. When his head snaps back, eyes glaring at Kirk, his face had changed. Become feral. His brow was heavier, orbs had become sunken and bleached white with anger, his cheeks hollowed and his jaw seemingly lengthening until he presented as no longer trying to be human and embracing his bestial nature completely and utterly. Lip curls to reveal lengthening canine teeth that curved outside of the borders of his lips. Replaced a terrible beauty with an animal. And in an instanbt, the Vampire launches its at Kirk, intent on tearing the soft flesh from his throat.

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<p class=Captain James T. Kirk

04:36AM

There were reasons why Kirk is calm against a Vampire. Why he was calm against a Titan, against a God, against any of his normal foes: to the extraordinary, to the god-forbids, to the endless parade of foes that choose to get mixed up with Him. There were reasons that Kirk also noted the other Vampire in attendance as it partook of some fresh blood over at the bar. GREAT. Two of them NOW. Two of Them. Careful with how Kirk is observing the second Vampire. Yet even as this Vampire has survived insurmountable odds over the centuries. Even during Kirk\’s short time spent on Hellifyno, to his prior time with his five year missions, to his day to day with Danvers. Insurmountable prospects tripled on Hellifyno. Foes. Danger. Death. *I got a good nose for Danger.* Sure you did Kirk after stepping on that trip device. But that was when you and Chekov were found on Altamid by Jaylah and Scotty. Now. His anchor is gone, but he lives for these adventures. And he also dies for them as well. Death. Death. Lunge? The Sweet air movement calls Kirk into action! With the lunge from Anders, Kirk fades out of sight, due to teleporting himself directly out of harms way. Gone. Out. Force Stealth is activated for that interim time of being completely gone. But not forgotten. If only to reappear about ten feet behind Anders to observe how his lunge really turns out? Careful of The Female Goddess. No looks. No stares…

Goddess Keranita

04:46AM

-She watched amusingly as this tirade was happening, She was not going to involve herself in this fight, It had nothing to do with her, She was not one for getting into others conflicts or problems, She had her own problems to think and worry about After all she had Shadowesque to rule over and that in itself was a task, Being the Goddess of all (most) Vampire is not a job that just anyone can handle…She fades and then reappears to the bar in front of her wench and smiles a fangy smile at her from under her hood and the wench smirks back at the Goddess. She sips her blood yet again keeping her face covered.- \” Busy night I see Brie!\” -She says to the wench and sips her blood again as the wench nods to Goddess fearfully of what may come to pass.-

Anders Redux

04:49AM

This peck of a Human dared to challenge him? To CHALLENGE HIM?? Fury. Rage. It burned deep within him and fueled his violent reaction. They had tarried for too long. It was time. The sound of trickling likor, the scent of it, spurring him onwards, gibbering and rabid. He was vaguely aware of another of his Kind, but only vaguely. Vision narrowed, the periphery blurring, fading, reducing. Momentum carrying him forward through the space that only a moment ago held a living, breathing and most importantly, solid James Tiberius. Anders tips, his arms cogwheeling to gain purchase but finding nothing but air. It wasn\’t what he was planning, but sometimes one just had to go with the flow. He careens into a table, it connects with his hip, flips him over it. A lesser being would have gone tumbling onto the floor and any recording of such would have earned someone kudos on the interwebs. He lands upon his feet, a robust base that absorbed the energy as knees bends and he ducks into a crouch. A hiss of frustration and the beautiful mouth, once framed by full lips, lengthens, widens, sharpened teeth, crooked and yellowing, like shattered gravestones in a forgotten cemetary protrude and turn his beauty into a monstrosity. He spins to face Kirk, fangs bared.

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<p class=Captain James T. Kirk

05:06AM

This is where Events Get Real. Where the peck of a Human, the smite of a Mortal, the challenge of a mere space man: Defines Who We Are, within the Grand Scheme of Life, Death and the UnDead. Dead. Mix. Hybrid. Off To The Right. To The Side. To That Other Side. Surrounded. The other being does NOT seem to care, which could be a good thing: For Now. To Wait it Out, after the fight. Worn Down. Not Yet. Too many angles that Kirk can go with against The Vampire. Blood Being. Never once having looked into Its Eyes. And Due to The Experiment. Kirk is much more than a mere Human. Sure: He\’s enhanced. He\’s been given incredible gifts over these past two years by Gods, by Wizards, by Witches, by…..the list goes on. Now. The Ultimate Experiment occurred to make His Force Powers to nearly God-Like-Levels. Even still: he considers himself a Farm Boy, who works in Space. So when the Vampire turned around; Kirk looked partially away, just as he\’d done before. Here: Kirk utilized a formidable Force Power to the Undead Creature. Force Plaque. (Force Plague was a more powerful version of Force Affliction. Plague worked like a fast-acting toxin, horribly debilitating its victims. –

http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Force_Slow

). Kirk wondered how that was going to work out? Maybe the Lycan elements to the beast, could work to Kirk\’s advantage? It was worth a shot?

Anders Redux

05:17AM

One look would tell anyone they didn\’t want that mouth anyway near them. A maw full of kitchen knives designed to slice and tear no doubt teeming with all manner of pestilence. Again, frustration gets the better of him and his mouth widens into a fathomless black hole waiting to consume the vulnerable Kirk, no matter what his wizardry. A roar, a sound of terrifying proportions comes from Anders that sends the windowpanes rattling in their frames and loosened the bowels of any who heard it. This beast was after blood. Crouching and ready to attack once more, muscles tightened, ready to spring once more until… A sneeze blasted from the Vampyre. Whats this? The expression of confusion upon his face would have pleased Kirk no doubt. Anders was born this way. He had never experienced pestilence, disease. A cough, a fever, these were all anathema to him, and to his kind. Fingers that had become claws raise up to his face. And then…nothing. The realization that Kirk had something to do with this, firstly made him smile with triumph. \”Really?\” he growls. Gone is the softness in his tone, his voice, guttural and demonic. Anders takes a step, intent on attacking once more. His head is once more snapped back as another sneeze throws him forward over a table violently. What is this?? When he next looks up, glaring at Kirk with a hatred that was palpable, black blood pours forth from flared nostrils, running down his face to drip onto the surface. \”What have you done to me???\”

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<p class=Captain James T. Kirk

05:30AM

If Allowed, for any and all, presumed attacks upon: Anders. What has Kirk done to Anders? Well, not his business to openly discuss it with the being; he\’d find out on his own, eventually. Force Slow/Exhaustion was attempted next. – This power clouded the target\’s mind, causing them to slow down both mentally and physically. Next Kirk utilized Force Affliction – Force Affliction was a variant of Force Slow. Affliction worked much like a fast-acting poison, quickly debilitating the target. The effects of affliction worsened over time and may cause death if the user is strong enough in the Force. However, Force Plaque is the strongest of those afflictions and that\’s what Anders is experiencing now – soon to be the previous versions of Force Slow and Affliction. (

http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Force_Slow

). Humans were Unpredictable, weren\’t they? If needed: Kirk could simply teleport out of sight again? Yet Answers Were Not To Be Provided. If the Vampire got too close, however? Kirk Would Teleport, or? Maybe he\’d do something else? Kirk\’s got Tricks….

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<p class=Anders Redux

05:41AM

The Vampyre claws at his nose and looks to his palms, his fingers, covered now in black likor that has, for once, come from him. His expression is one of utter incomprehension. The back of his hand wipes across his lips and cause the oily mess to smear across his cheek. It was then that he started to feel… odd. His chest heaves despite not having the need to draw a breath. The lungs were used only for filling with smoke. His head feels as though it was slowly filling up with the detritus of a waste disposal unit. Was it supposed to feel like it was inflating? His eyes felt hot and itchy. He wipes them with the back of a hand and sees that more likor fall from those bleached out orbs like tears. Anders immediately disappears, reforms staggering against the blood doll that the Holy One called \”Brie\”. He felt weakened, as though his limbs would fold beneath him. The woman was transfixed, watching this infernal battle with eyes wide, frozen to the spot with her hands covering her mouth, wishing that her Mistress had taken her with her when she had departed. Luckily for Anders, she had not. She posed no resistence when he grabbed her by the hair, did not even scream when her head was torn back, pivoting on a neck that was exposed and flashed pale in the light of the tavern. Made naught but a wet, sucking gurgle as fangs intended for Kirk sank into her flesh and replenished what energy he could. A drop of blood would have stopped this contagion in its tracks. He had a gushing fountain! Anders disappears, and the next attack of the Space Man, hits the body of the now deceased blood doll, ineffective as the heart that was slowly pulsing and then stopped.

Captain James T. Kirk

05:53AM

Kirk should not have been this stoic over the loss of the Blood Doll. He should have stood there and observed the Vampire take pleasure in the feast that would kill His Fountain. He should not: but Kirk is not one to Back Down From a Fight. Whether it be, Verbal, to the Physical and to the Meta-Physical. Hell – Kirk\’s Been There. Done That. Under-Dark. Been There. Done That. He\’s met Zeus on top of Olympus. He\’s spoken to the Queen for Themyscira. Yet he remains a constant for a planet without Constants – Besides Death, Suffering, Conquerors, to Servitude, to Slavery. In the scheme of things, however: Killing the One, (the blood doll) is a reminder of how Kirk learned about – The Needs of The Many. In some ways, that singular death is mentally damaging for him. Spock. He rarely gets to see his nearly emotionally unavailable pointy-eared-friend since his placement here. Although Rules are something that his crew are learning to break, in order to visit him. In order for him to visit his friends. His Primary Crew. Again: Kirk is ready to teleport, should the need arise…..

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<p class=Anders Redux

06:07AM

When the blow comes, it is delivered with a force that would have a lesser mortal\’s body throw across the room like a doll and slamming into the wall with a skull cracking finality. Anders was enraged! How could something as insignificant as this… this… child best him with what was essentially a virus. His head had felt like it was about to explode. If that was how the Humans are effected by something as mundane as the \’flu, he would have a burgeoning respect for it and perhaps for them from hereon in. But that would wait. None had ever come close before. It was a sensation that he did not like, not one bit. With supernatural speed, the Vampyre has spun himself about the room, between tables and bar furniture. Kirk would not have been able to detect his journey with the naked eye alone. Barstools lined the counter, tall and slender but with a heavy weighted base, and it was with one of these weapons that he now swung at Kirk, intending to slam it into his spine, the base like a jack hammer planted between Kirk\’s shoulderblades.

Captain James T. Kirk

06:26AM

When the barstools lined the counter, it was Kirk\’s only clue that the Vampire was going to attack again. Not that Kirk is Super-Anything. Only that his body has been: Enhanced. Sight. Hearing. Reflexes. Through Gifts of Gods, Witches, and even Demons in is past. Kirk has no filter when it comes to species. Alien. Earthen. Modified. Given a bad rap by another planet. To The Hobgoblins that rushed around the Red Sun Inn. Kirk understood just how powerful and disregarded those beings are within the scheme of things. Disregard a species – one disregards their plentiful bounty of friendship. But enough about the Hobgoblins. The chairs were on the counter and it was Kirk\’s only veritable clue to get the Hell out of Dodge! Were those chairs going to be used as potential missile-like-objects against him? Or was he going to use – (Force Flight – Was a Force power that enabled the user to telekinetically move themselves toward a specific destination, taking levitation (see above) to an extreme degree. To use this Force power took a great deal of concentration.). To get out of harm\’s way? Maybe? Possibly? YES. Kirk Flew! But not without an almighty scratch to his right upper shoulder blade area! One cannot always get away – and Kirk tends to take his beatings, right along with his Victories in Stride. Some blood, was present – Just enough to DotDot His Black Attire. Calm. Kirk is Calm. And The Beast is wound up, riled and spinning for some essence of a win. One that Kirk won\’t allow – Not Against Him, anyway. Not a Word. Yet Kirk does not seem to be even exerting The Full Force of His Weight. Nor His Powers. Oddly Enough – The Cat IS Kirk – And The Mouse is Anders……

Anders Redux

06:37AM

His fury was boiling within him, a caldera of righteous anger. A thousand years of Elite conditioning and it all came down to this. The trickery of a Jedi. No wonder the Sith had tried to wipe them out. A crying shame that they hadn\’t. As he felt the vitality from poor Brie coursing around his body, so the symptoms of the disease that Kirk had infected him with, started to abate. His eyes no longer felt like they were poaching in their sockets. The blackened gore that had been spilling from his nostrils and dripped from his lashes, no longer did so, drying into a vitriolic crust as it was exposed to oxygen. There was a hum in the back of Anders\’ mind, where that fury sat, like a fat spider in a web of acrimony. A cold, dislocated hum. Anders paused. Mindful of a bucolic serenity. If he needed to breath, he would be filling his lungs with oxygen, ready for the next attack. Instead, he tore the now ruined jacket from his back and flung it to the floor. His shirt, crisp white linen, stained with his OWN likor for once billowed about him. Eyes darted. Kirk had disappeared. A slow predatory smile spread his lips. \”Spaaaace maaaaan\” he called in a child like sing song tone. \”Where are yoooooou?\”

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<p class=Captain James T. Kirk

06:51AM

Force Flight – Teleported – Out of Sight. Disappear. Mindful. Observing. The Mouse was running, crazily about. Accelerated Healing, came into play. 1. Khans Super-Blood. 2. Khans Augmentations. All equals Accelerated Healing For Kirk. That\’s not even getting into the various other Enhancements to His Being. A few more minutes would pass, and the scratch, and the wound and the possible infection – would be gone. Healed. No More. If allowed? The obvious answer would be to, well? Anders would find out soon enough, right? MOVE Object was instituted – (The basic use of telekinesis that involved stretching out one\’s feelings and will through the Force to take physical hold of a targeted object or objects, exerting one\’s will on it so that it performed as the user wished). And Kirk is going to damn well wish to move a few objects within the Tavern. 1. The chairs that were on the bar counter would be used, as well as the tables, to the Fireplace Pokers, to the Contents Inside of The Fireplace, to the the Very Walls within the Very Room with which The Vampire Now Stood. Begging for an Interaction with a Mere Mortal. Secondly. Kirk would use another Force Power. Force REND. (RendEdit Rend was a dark power that allowed the practitioner to move a single target, be it creature or object, in two different directions simultaneously.[5]) This would also be attempted towards Anders. REND was utilized for The Innards, to His Brain, to Respiratory Functions, to His Muscles, to every element within Anders Body. All of Those Objects would be directed to Anders – Clarify!

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<p class=Anders Redux

07:18AM

Anders whips his head about, stepping delicately around upturned chairs and making a great show of peeking beneath tables and around the walls of booths, as though indulging a child in a game of hide and seek. \”Where are yooooou?\” still grinning as he tippy toes about the bar, that was now silent and devoid of life. Harry had long since scarpered, as had any patron who had a modicum of good sense. He bends, eyes searching for any sign of Kirk, perhaps a pair of boots protruding from beneath the drapes. As he stands, a chair flies across the room towards his head. he just has enough time to raise an arm but it still hits with a force that disintegrated it into its component parts. Again, confusion. A heavy metal poker that had fallen into the fire follows. The red glowing tip directs towards his eyes with the surety of an arrow flying from a bow. Anders turns. It glances from his skull and skitters on the floor with a clang but not before it opens a vicious wound from just above his right ear, through his proud mane of white blonde hair, a strip tearing from it and blackened, cauterized by the heat. Pain shoots across his abdomen, unexpected, there was no blow, then why did it feel like something was squirming through his intestines, searching for a way out. The Vampyre roars in agony and doubles up, his vision momentarily blinded by a white hot convulsion, arms gripping his abdomen as he sinks to his knees, still not comprehending what was happening to him. \”Kirk!\” he roars, as a fountain of jet liquid bursts forth from ruined mucosa, trailing into a gurgling babble as he drowns within his own fluids. Dusty lungs rupture and split. Redundant organs tear from their anchors. That skin, such perfection that has never before been created or would be seen again, (C)

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<p class=Anders Redux

07:31AM

stretches as though it had turned to a thin rubber, stretches, boils and fractures into a web like patina of fissures. Anders screams, the torture intolerable. His face, once beautiful now expands with boils of blackened pus that burst and drip and turn his visage into one of monstrous ruination. The flesh from his cheek drops in one shapeless hunk onto the floor, leaving the muscles exposed, the white of the skull gleaming through. The muscles seem to wither, waste, fibres that manipulated that jaw into a smile that would have women\’s heart a flutter and men feeling impotent, separating from bone. Anders does not know how he has done it, but he feels as though he is coming apart. One last gesture of defiance as the rest of his face slides from it\’s bony plinth, taking scalp, hair and features with it, leaving a meat encrusted grinning skull that tilts to view the ceiling, looking for Kirk. An eyeball swells and bursts. \”This is not the end Kirk, you hear me?\” The roar turns into a rasp. \”This is not the end!\” a hand raised with one middle finger stiffened into a \”fuck you!\” before what remains of Anders finally explodes, splattering the space with the ragged paint of liquid Vampyre. There is nothing. Silence but for the drip drip drip of oily likor plopping into a puddle on the floor. (E)

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<p class=Captain James T. Kirk

07:50AM

Well planned acts for chaos: are orchestrated within the tact of a brilliant mind. Scratch that – with the objects granted to the predator and the prey. Sometimes, it\’s a hidden glance to a partner to warn of what\’s to come next. Often-times, it\’s the quiet between each reaction, that defines who will ultimately win the Fight. This, was not supposed to end the nameless being. Yet it also appears that the being knew of Kirk in a very intimate fashion. His Crew. For One. How far did that extend? What of the Vampire that was at the bar and seemingly friends with the nameless being? This meant more investigation for the woman, and possibly even more attacks to his person as a result. Time. Patience. Concentration. Kirk never appeared after the Vampire dissolved into its juices upon the floor, into the cracks, and essence of the Tavern. The Vampires Death was a reminder, for those who have witnessed his visits here – that he is NOT a man to be trifled with – for odd reasons, for even reasons and those that mean to inflict pain and suffering across the surface of this planet. Force REND is a handy power for Kirk – Since it can disable and kill – when needed. And: if possible, due to not all creatures/humans/species being the Same. Yet for all of this victory? Kirk is not happy with the results. Blood. He even turns his hands upwards to view his palms, as if blood is running from them, dripping from them to the surface beneath his feet. Simultaneously: His Woman, his Unborn Child – Was being Threatened. His Crew – Was Being Threatened. Lesson Learned – Same as all of The Other Gods, The Titans, The Magicals, The Humans and The Creatures That Patrol This Planet Seething with Their Vengeance. Kirk Has Obliterated This Vampire Out of Existence. Lesson Learned Vampire..(C)

07:50AM

Lesson Learned. However: Kirk has long since teleported out of The Blue Moon Tavern: to destinations unknown. And One that cannot even be defined. Till Next Time…Hellifyno. Try. Him. AGAIN….(D)

1Anders Redux

08:25AM

When was it? When consciousness first opened a bleary eye and the Verse awoke to its own Sentience? When that singularity had occurred, was there, waiting for it in the blackness of space, a Vampyric entity waiting to feed upon it? Oh this was not the end. This was just the beginning. \”If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the results of a hundred battles\” Anders now knew the enemy, knew what he is capable of. The trickery that he had at his disposal. This was not the true death, merely, a rebirth. Drip- drip-drip. A single tear of essence that fell from the ceiling, did not splatter to join it\’s fellow, merely coalesced, surface tension holding it into a bead. Movement from above, from below, from the floor as liquid Anders gathered from every surface and slithered towards that single bead, that unitary triumph of the will. The bead became a puddle, the puddle a pool. An amorphous slick that seemed to move under its own power. A glistening slime of piceous obsidian that sucked at each surface and travelled up one step, then another and eventually disappeared under the door of the Blue Moon. The space was clear, clean. Not one drop remained. The detritus of the battle, broken furniture and the cooling body of the blood doll of the Holy One, grey and beautiful, held forever with eyes wide in surprise and her throat ragged and ruined. She would find peace. This was not the end. Oh no! Now, he had knowledge, and with knowledge comes power. Anders would go to ground. He would heal. he would reassess and he would return. And when he did, Gods help those that got in his way. (E)

Captain James T. Kirk

09:09AM

Belatedly, Kirk comes back to the Tavern: to get the Wolf Akalee, as promised. However…the blood stains are gone, the remnants of the Vampire have disintegrated and leaving Kirk with a worry that perhaps? Maybe? The Vampire is not essentially gone for good? With the Wolf now in his arms: Kirk teleports out of the Tavern: back to the Safe Base….

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