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Post by Caein on Aug 30, 2018 20:06:21 GMT -6
Thread PL: 6,140Feast... Feast! FEAST!The words shot of these dozens of individuals shot through Caein's mind, giving him the worst chill on this cooling night in South City. Patrons were adjourning to their rooms for activities, sleep and other kinds. Caein, meanwhile, had continued to manage the bar downstairs, trying to close shop so he himself could get some shut eye now that he had what he was hoping was an operable staff. Chefs had come in to cook for the Loft, people came to take dishes away, and he had a developing housekeeping and booking staff! Of course, there was much more he had to do, and unfortunately, he had to fork over even more cash to make that happen. However, these voices that chanted out their hunger had taken his mind off planning. He knew they were safely locked away, but this descendent had no clue as to why the imprisoned monsters were chirping at this time of night! It wasn't the Witching Hour, nor was it close enough to Halloween, so why? He continued polishing a single shot glass, looking into the hallway. It was as if he was seeing smoky phantasms looking back at him, chanting these words in his mind. 'What the hell has them riled up at this time of day?'Truth be told, he saw it as an omen. A demented barrier sent by Kais just to hinder his progress in life! This Cherry Valley Loft, who's dark exteriors have held many individuals at all times of day for the past several hundred years, always had a knack for bringing out the worst kinds of people... Was this a sign of such individuals approaching? The thought rattled the 'young' demon hybrid's brain! MistSorry for the wait! I had to get a mentality for this. If you've got questions about this place, hit me up in PMs or Discord, whichever you prefer. |
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Post by Mist on Aug 31, 2018 15:56:55 GMT -6
The cold night air had felt exhilarating upon the blue skinned flesh. Perspiration had gathered after hours of trekking from one side of the world to another – a task he undertook while searching for something. Having been reduced to following a primal, innate form of animal instinct, the Monk of Necruo had made his way to South City. His journey had taken him city to city as he attempted to find that which was taken from him. A small pot of souls that leaked evil out like a Mist, an artifact that was barely referenced in the analogs of history.
As the trek continue for a few more moments, Dar’kon would find himself stopping in-front of a strange building. It wasn’t necessarily that the exterior was broken down or ruined. There were actually no external indicators that would alleviate any thoughts as to why this was the place – but there was a vibe, nay, a feeling that this was the place he was to explore next and – according to his peoples customs – that was enough for him.
Knocking on the door, the Necruin would stand in the dark entryway, awaiting someone to answer. It wasn’t that he could not enter the domicile, more that he wasn’t used to earthling’s customs nor was he sure that he should even be here. Nevertheless, he persisted in his knocking with a soft rapping. Tap Tap Tap, he continued. Tap Tap Tap still no answer. Curious, he thought to leave…yet something kept him there. Something kept him drawn, and it was in this desire that the Necruin forced the door open and entered the building.
What greeted him was not something he was ready for. Ancient energies coalesced throughout the building’s interior, like a seal being erected around the entire structure. Each step brought him in more and more before finally he entered a large epicenter. The room had been setup like that of a Human’s Bar, a long table sat before rows of drinks. A young man seemed to be manning the counter, and it was here that Dar’kon assumed he’d get more answers. Stepping up to the plate, Dar’kon requested “Water please.”
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Post by Caein on Sept 2, 2018 13:20:56 GMT -6
There was a knock at Caein's door a few minutes later after this beginning wave of malicious energy! The presence beyond the door leading into the Loft's bar, the Cherry Valley, was knocked upon... Several times. There was no barrier here, preventing them from approaching, and Caien could clearly sense the demonic energy from it! Perhaps this was someone who needed explicit permission, Caein would suspect at first. However, they then entered the bar, a blue horned blue man whose horns poked to the sides!
"Finally figured out the door, eh," Caein questioned in a joking manner, getting right to the man's drink. He asked, in a serious tone soon after, "Would you like something else to drink on top of your water, or perhaps a menu for food? We've got a fully functioning kitchen available in the back, who're being assisted by, 'expert cooks.' It's not very often someone like yourself comes walking in here..."
Caein paused, his hands on the counter while observing this Demon guy before him. What would he have to say? What was he doing here? These things, Caein had to get figured out.
Decided to keep it short and simple this time.
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