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Post by ΡΞ±ΟΞ·Ρqγ on May 19, 2019 23:34:20 GMT -5
[Also was there a particular character of mine you wanted to rp w? I'm kind of ust sitting here tossing up between them but I can't decide so I thought I should ask if you had a preference.]
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Post by desdemona on May 19, 2019 23:35:22 GMT -5
nope! but i probably wont reply tonight since i have a Headache ]]
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Post by ΡΞ±ΟΞ·Ρqγ on May 20, 2019 0:06:37 GMT -5
[Oh no! That's okay, hope you feel better!]
Samar breathed in, feeling the cool night air fill her lungs. Perched on the roof, she watched the man talk animatedly on his phone, movements becoming more and more agitated. Amatuer, the thought came to her. They thought Radial City would protect them, out of the eyes of the Fourniers deep in enemy territory. But nobody could escape her own eye. All it took was a simple squeeze of her finger, and she finally breathed out again. She shifted the eyepatch back into place, a familiar feeling of comfort settling over her. All was right with her world. At this distance, she could only make out the faraway shape of a slumped figure in a chair, looking as if he had had one too many and was now passed out cold. Someone would find him in the morning. Samar moved to pack the sniper rifle away, tucking it all its peices back into its case. She turned to the man watching her, his eyes betraying nothing. "Thank you, Samuel," she told him. He nodded to her. "A pleasure, as always." He held his hand out for the case and she gave it to him. "I'll keep it safe until you come again." That was thing people underestimated about Samar. She may work for the Fourniers now, but she'd had many an employer back when she was starting out. It had opened doors and given her opportunities. Friends, some would say. Samuel was one of them, giving her a little more leeway to move about the territory she didn't quite belong in, given current afilliations. They kept her guns safe, and she always made sure to repay them in kind. After a job Samar would normalyl return to her employers, let them know the good news before going home. But tonight felt different. Samar needed a drink. Not so much a celebratory one, but for a job well done at least. That was held she found herself wriggling her way through the club, coming to the bar which Kai was working behind. She tightened her ponytail which had loosened in the crush to get to the front, her eyes scanning the bottles behind the bar, none of them particularly taking her fancy. She signalled out to him, yelling to be heard and holding up a hand, "Can I get two vodka shots please, whatever's your most expensive."
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Post by Amber on May 20, 2019 1:05:42 GMT -5
(Oh yay this is open! I'll have a character up within a day or two.)
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Post by Nariku The Avaricious on May 20, 2019 7:46:13 GMT -5
(You mind if I throw one of my characters in the club as well?)
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Post by desdemona on May 20, 2019 11:52:35 GMT -5
go ham!!!!!!!!!!!!! there are no laws and Amber hell yea!! ]]
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Post by Nariku The Avaricious on May 20, 2019 11:58:16 GMT -5
(Alright, cool ^^)
Bael wasn't someone who enjoyed going out into public places, much less going to a nightclub containing a bunch of drunken freaks. Yet he was here anyway, staring at the wall of alcoholic beverages from near the edge of the bar. He would have ordered a drink if he had the money for it, though he figured he wouldn't have enjoyed it either way. He had but a sip many years ago and decided it tasted horrendous. So there the young man sat, looking like just as miserable as he felt. For the time, the club offered him a sense of security from the harsh world on the outside. With himself being out of a place to stay again, he just needed somewhere to be still and process what he could. Currently, a busy club was his best option, even though he knew he was getting death glares from people who took insult to him taking up space on the bar without ordering anything. As he looked down the bar, he heard a woman's voice over the crowd of people asking for a couple shots of expensive vodka. He let out a fairly loud snort of mild disgust. Maybe he was annoyed someone could pay for something so expensive, but he refused to acknowledge that. Bael? Jealous of someone else? Absurd.
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Post by desdemona on May 20, 2019 12:07:14 GMT -5
let me eat and then i will reply! ]]
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Post by desdemona on May 20, 2019 12:55:43 GMT -5
-- kai nicollier
Kai had no eye on the door--it was too far away and there were too many people. So he was surprised when a familiar face sat down at the bar. Even if Kai didn't remember faces well, it was hard to blend in with an eyepatch. Interesting. She would not know him--at least, not by appearance. Maybe she would know of him, but that's it. The Rapier had no need for an informant, her marks were assigned to her and details were given from the top. Kai was curious, sure--what was she doing in Radial City, or, better, who was she killing? And why did she come to a club? From what he knew, she didn't stick around. It was possible she had a mark here. No matter, she was a sniper and even if she came for Kai, he knew how to disappear. And he didn't loiter near windows. But the chances that she was after him were slim to none considering her orders came from high command and the Boys would do Kai no harm--at least, for now. "Of course, sweetheart," he said with a smile, turning to take a bottle from the top shelf. He put down two cocktail napkins and then two shot glasses, filling each before replacing the bottle. He wasn't going to reveal himself, not yet, because he was curious. But sometimes you had to give some to get some, and that was okay. Besides, this gave him a chance to evaluate the man down the bar who, even after he had placed a napkin in front of him to tell him he was noticed, did not order anything. That was taking up a space at his bar and therefore became a loss. Those who sat at a club were going to drink bottomlessly, and this man was taking one of those spaces. It was... suspicious, and careless, and if he waited too long Kai would say something.
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Post by ΡΞ±ΟΞ·Ρqγ on May 20, 2019 16:00:53 GMT -5
βThank you,β Samar said as the man put her drinks down and she flashed him a brief smile. She picked up the first one, downing it with no fanfare. She was not the kind of woman to take a hesitant breath at the thought of straights, not giving in to the instinct to shudder as it hit her with a violence only alcohol could inspire. She just let the liquid burn up her throat but then gently warm her chest exactly the way she liked it. She picked up the second one, but paused, following the bartenders gaze to the other patron across the counter. She noted the man, but did no such more than glance at him, which could only really look to be as if she was tossing her hair over her shoulder and nothing more. But she was tally in all his parts internally anyway. Everyone was a criminal in this city, but there were always some more than others. Samar picked up her last shot and downed it as well. Enjoying the renewed splash of heat that scorched her insides. She turned back to the bartender and told him, βAnother two, please.β She hadnβt taken much notice of him before, but did now. She took in all the glitter and eyeliner. He was good at him job, then.The warmth had left her feeling sedated and calm, the atmosphere of the club, by no means her usual scene, not feeling so bothersome as it had when trying to get in. The people around her became but background noise, apart from the two blips on her radar. There was something about this bartender too, though. More criminal than others. She couldnβt quite place it, but she could tell this little job behind the bar was not him main one. She was not usually one to care but the lacklustre job had left her bored. And maybe that was why she was here, propelled by the urge for alcohol and any potential excitement it could bring. βTell me,β she said to him as she toyed with the rim of one of the empty shot glasses. βHow much do you make here?β
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Post by Nariku The Avaricious on May 20, 2019 17:31:47 GMT -5
Bael shot a squint at the bartender when he briefly looked his way. Or, he thought the bartender was a he anyway. It was rather hard to tell. When he could hear some of the guys behind him sneering for taking up space, he just slowly growled. Fine, heβll order something, even if he didnβt have the money for it. Plus, the woman just casually downing 4 shots of expensive vodka just pissed him off in more ways than one. Not only could she afford it, but she seemed to actually like the horrid drink. Talk about annoying. βIβll have 8 of what sheβs havingβ Bael pointed to the woman to gesture what he was after. He already knew this was going to be a painful experience. He hated the stuff, was probably going to get kicked out because he canβt pay for any of it, and may end up passing out because he didnβt know how much he could actually take. After a while, he tossed his doubts to the side. Heβd survived worse situations, so heβd survive this day.
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Post by desdemona on May 20, 2019 18:08:05 GMT -5
-- kai nicollier
He obliged, pleased, and replaced the shot glasses with two new ones instead and filled them with the same bottle. "Celebration?" he asked--it was clear she wasn't drowning herself here, she was enjoying herself. Besides, why would the Rapier come to a club to drink the night away? Kai could tell he was being analyzed--another perk of being a bartender was that he was able to read people easily, but this wasn't where he learned that skill. It just happened to work out. He's had a lot of people stare at him in his lifetime, and he is now able to pick them apart like emergency sirens in the city. "Base pay isn't bad, but the real money is the tips," he answers honestly with a grin at her question. It caught him slightly off guard at first, but he realized she was probing into his occupation. He didn't mind. "Men with money like throwing it at pretty things. Granted, they expect me to come home with them, but I'd rather hit them with a stick outside," he said, saying this freely when talking to a woman because their some of their experiences were shared. And then the guy at the end of the counter spoke up, irritation clear in his voice. Eight? Kai almost laughed, but he didn't even let himself smirk at that. Normally, he would love to almost kill someone with alcohol so long as they paid, but when someone asked for that many shots it never lead anywhere good. The club actually had a limit--someone could order a shot and then another, but could not order more than five for themselves at once. That was pretty normal in bars--at least, in the ones with reputations for being clean, trusted, and notably not seedy. Kai shook his head. "If you want that much, buy a bottle at the store. You're not getting eight." In fact, he wasn't going to serve Rapier any more--at least, not for a bit. He may not care about the law, but he took pride in his job as a bartender and wasn't going to be irresponsible for some cash.
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Post by desdemona on May 20, 2019 18:08:38 GMT -5
had to ask my bartender stepmom about that one, she laughed and said "they wont serve you"]]
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Post by Nariku The Avaricious on May 20, 2019 18:13:01 GMT -5
(Lol Bael just doesn't understand these things in the slightest XD he'd probably pass out at just 2 anyway)
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Post by desdemona on May 20, 2019 18:55:58 GMT -5
yeah and he would have gotten destroyed by the bouncers for not paying lmao ]]
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Post by Nariku The Avaricious on May 20, 2019 19:53:09 GMT -5
(Yeah, he would have been wrecked so hard lol)
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Post by ΡΞ±ΟΞ·Ρqγ on May 20, 2019 22:59:47 GMT -5
βItβs the small victories,β Samar responded as she picked up one of the fresh glasses. It was a response to both his question about a celebration and to his own response to hers. βThough there are always men Iβd love to hit with a stick too,β she murmured mostly to herself that time but she sent him a knowing smile. She sank her third drink with as much practised ease as the first two. At the sound of the other manβs voice, she swivelled in her seat. Her eye fixed on him properly this time, taking in all the smaller details her initially cursory glance had dismissed. He was unfamiliar to her, though not surprising with the infrequency of her visits to Radial City. Still, he looked about as out of place here as she probably did. βYouβre welcome to one of mine,β Samar said, holding up the filled shot glass in offering when he was denied. Sheβd already drawn attention to herself as loathe as Samar was to accept it. It was too late to take her drinks somewhere less crowded that the front of the bar so she took this one as a loss, and just knew she would need to work a little more to ensure her own observations were subtle. She wondered if the manβs order was supposed to be some kind of challenge, and if it was she wouldnβt take the bait. While Samar enjoyed alcohol she would never drink it to excess, not here especially. Too many people, too exposed. She could feel the headache brewing, the noise of the club wasnβt helping, but the side affect was unavoidable anyway. The alcohol would keep it at bay for a while as it worked to dull the rest of her pain receptors. βCan I get a name out of either of you?β She asked to distract herself from noticing the ache further, smiling as pleasantly as she could. It was the kind of polite smile she used on her bosses, or when people talked to her about things she wasnβt interested in.
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Post by Nariku The Avaricious on May 21, 2019 9:34:16 GMT -5
When his order was denied, Bael couldn't help but scowl. Great, now he just looked like a fool. Talk about a pain. He placed his arm on the counter and rested his chin in his hand. The woman seemed to have noticed him and, surprisingly, offered one of her drinks. Why would someone even do that? "I don't need your charity" the man rolled his eyes "I was joking anyway." He wasn't. He just wanted a few scraps of his pride to return after asking a dumb question. The only upside was that he didn't have to drink all that alcohol. He would have most likely puked it up later from how bad they tasted. Plus, he wasn't into finding out what would happen if he didn't pay for his order. When the woman asked for names, Bael squinted under his tinted sunglasses. "Bael" he simply responded. When he mentioned his name, a handful of dudes behind went silent. After a moment, he heard a voice speak up. "White Devil? He's more like an Albino Rat." In an instant, Bael swivelled around and smacked his hand on the bar counter, "You want me to come back there you ******?!" The sheer amount of anger in his voice was enough to silence whoever spoke up. Plus, it had the added benefit of scaring the people right next to him. After a few moments of silence, he turned back to the bar. "Coward" he muttered under his breath. Bael's reputation tended to precede him in most instances. Many people knew of the short fused albino who had beaten many people to near death for getting on his bad side, supposedly. Most of the things people claimed about him were just rumours because no one had any clue who exactly he was and where he came from. He just showed up one day, with no affiliation to any gangs, and caused trouble wherever he went.
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Rainbow
The End
"Iβm fueled by sadness, spite, and occasionally, a caramel macchiato."
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Post by The End on May 21, 2019 14:53:27 GMT -5
{Hello all! I am interested in joining if y'all will have me! ;3}
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Rainbow
The End
"Iβm fueled by sadness, spite, and occasionally, a caramel macchiato."
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Post by The End on May 21, 2019 15:01:15 GMT -5
Ash Blythe ; Sangue 25 ; She/Her ; Supplier ; The Magician
- Power hungry and greedy. Affiliated with the Spades, because strength lies in numbers. She is no stranger to using violence to get what she wants, and is not afraid of a little pain herself. The greed comes from her desire for money, because one could never have enough of it. - Her hair is originally a dark brown, with the recent addition of blond highlights. The length of it runs ever-so-slightly past her shoulders. Leather jackets and ripped pants are her thing, and no one else's. She will fight them. The spade tattoo is on the back of her left hand. Her main weapon is a ring with a small, sharp protruding outer edge, which is how she's able to activate her magic. - Self Blood Manipulation: She dabbles in blood magic, at the cost of her own blood. She is able to create small, solid objects, such as a makeshift knife, or even form it into a small projectile. The drawback is the amount of blood it requires, and the fact that she could bleed and/or pass out at a moment's notice.
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Post by desdemona on May 21, 2019 15:46:25 GMT -5
ill respond and check out your form once i get home from the store! ]]
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Post by desdemona on May 21, 2019 16:15:44 GMT -5
The End youre looking good! a few things: 1, what does she do in the spades/what rank (you can make it up) and 2, i will not be including the faceclaim sorry! ]]
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Rainbow
The End
"Iβm fueled by sadness, spite, and occasionally, a caramel macchiato."
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Post by The End on May 21, 2019 16:17:43 GMT -5
{Thanks! c; Everything is fixed now, and I changed her rank to supplier! So she's basically the errand girl for the Spades now haha.}
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Post by desdemona on May 21, 2019 16:29:21 GMT -5
ok! nice, let me add that ΡΞ±ΟΞ·Ρqγ @ Nariku The Avaricious i probably wont reply just yet cause im Tired and dinner is soon, also i need to pack i am going on vacation in two days and we are driving so my activity will be a little more inconsistent ]]
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Post by desdemona on May 21, 2019 16:33:45 GMT -5
added! ]]
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Post by ΡΞ±ΟΞ·Ρqγ on May 21, 2019 16:35:16 GMT -5
[Thats totally fine! No worries!]
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Post by desdemona on May 21, 2019 20:23:30 GMT -5
soon ]]
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Post by desdemona on May 21, 2019 20:57:12 GMT -5
-- kai nicollier
Oh, Kai thought that the man blew his top off. Oh yeah, that one. He was very noticeable, wasn't he? Just as unpleasant as described. He tapped the counter absently, but very soon after one of the bouncers showed himself behind Bael. It was Ezra, who happened to not only know who Kai was, but offered his protection outside of work. Convenient, because Ezra was tall, dark, and handsome even though he had more anxiety than a dog whose owners left the house for ten minutes. He stood at 6'4" and taught Kai how to fight without magic. Also, they slept together. Not important.
Even though Ezra as a whole was... nervous, he knew how to be very intimidating. And since he had what was "legally" considered a dark magic, his stature didn't even matter. Ezra could manipulate memories, and therefore see everyone's memories. It was part of the reason he tried so hard not to bother anyone--at least, any innocents. Bael was not being an innocent, here. Ezra tapped on his shoulder, no doubt seeing through the man's past.
Kai looked over at Rapier--he was now tired. Belligerent customers and... Ezra, actually, sometimes made him tired. Since Ezra could never stop seeing people's memories, he never stopped seeing Kai's, and he hated being reminded of the fact. It was why the sleeping together thing didn't last. Anyway. "What are you doing here, by the way?" he asked, not willing to keep up his I don't know you act. "Hunting, or have you already hunted?"
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Post by desdemona on May 21, 2019 20:59:23 GMT -5
i love ezra's power.... memory manipulation: can see people's memories--but can't stop it. always sees everyone's past. can manipulate these memories to make them better or worse or just different, but every time he does so he forgets some of his own past.
legendary ]]
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Post by Nariku The Avaricious on May 21, 2019 21:04:46 GMT -5
(So how much of people's past can he see exactly?)
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