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Post by RAY THOMAS FISHER on Aug 29, 2019 7:47:29 GMT 1
Ray felt depressed. He felt like nobody understood him or even wanted to understand him. He truly felt all alone in the world. But he didn't always feel this way. Indeed it used to be him and Jerry against the world. But sadly Jerry wasn't there at Manson and ever since his admission, Ray had been trying desperately to reach him telepathically with no luck. After being pretty quiet during his first week there, Ray tried to make friends, but he has a feeling that it didn't work out so well. He accidentally scared one and well he wasn't sure about the other one. He hadn't intended to scare off the gifted human, but that's definitely what happened and he couldn't help feeling bad about it thanks to his annoying human emotions. Still, you only get one chance to make a great first impression and Ray felt like he failed that. He really could use the practice in socializing with others, but how can he get the practice if people keep running away from him. Sure it's a little funny at first, but after awhile it just starts to get plain depressing and not to mention lonely. As punishment for ditching his guard and escaping, Ray for the next few days was forced to stay in his room for most of the day; only allowed out to eat. After four days of this, Ray was given a chance to leave his room and he wanted nothing more at this point than to drink. Understandably, a different guard came to take him, so he could keep a close eye on him. The new guard was a powerful sorcerer, so was better equipped at keeping the demon in line. The guard picked Ray up from his room and escorted him down to the student bar. But he warned him not to get too rowdy or he will interfere with his magic. Ray didn't care much for magic users especially when they threaten to use their magic on him, but even he realized he wasn't in too much of a position to argue. Upon reaching the student bar, plopped down on an empty stool at the bar counter while his guard who wisely chose not to drink decided to remain standing nearby. The bar tender working there recognized from Ray's pink bracelet that he was a Risk 5 killer and gazed at him suspiciously. The bar tender was a vampire. Before Ray could say anything his guard shot a reassuring smile at the bar tender. "Relax. He's with me. I'm his guard for the night and I'm remaining sober, so I can watch him better. He's not going anywhere under my watch," the guard reassured making the demon roll his eyes. "Just keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better," Ray mumbled under his breath. The guard heard and wasn't at all impressed. "What was that!?" he hissed in warning. "Relax Gavin. I was only joking," Ray teased. "Just saying you might want to change your tune and stop being such a smart ass. Don't forget I could use my magic to turn you into my loyal minion, so behave yourself...demon," the guard warned. Ray just looked at him wondering if he should take the threat seriously or not. "You must be real fun at parties, huh?" Ray again teased. "But fine if it'll make you happy and keep you out of my hair long enough for me to enjoy my drink in peace then I'll at least...make an effort to behave myself," he quickly added preferring not to take chances with a powerful magic user. Believing he had won, the sorcerer just smirked. "That's more like it." "Riiiiight."
Ray then turned his attention on the bar tender. "So yeah like he said. He's my guard and he told me I could get drunk tonight...under his supervision of course, so here I am," Ray told the bar tender with a forced smile. The bar tender just blinked boredly at the demon. "How very thrilling for you," he muttered dryly. "So what will you have?" Ray wasn't even sure what Manson had to offer since this would be his very first time drinking there. "I'll take your strongest drink on the rocks," Ray ordered. The bar tender just gave him a weird look. "Are you sure about that? Most folks can't handle the drink that you are asking for. It is too strong. So I highly recommend that you order something else. If only for your own safety," the bar tender warned. The demon just sighed at the cautious vampire. "I'm confused. I'm the customer, right?" The vampire nodded. "Yes, but..." "Then I want what I ordered. I'm deeply depressed over here. Can't you tell? So, I'd be most grateful if I could drown out my sorrows with this place's strongest drink. That is if it's not too much trouble." The vampire sighed. "Well, if that's really what you want sir. Just don't come crying to me about it later once the drink proves too much for you to handle," the bar tender warned causing the demon to just groan and roll his eyes at him. "Look pal, I'm going to give it to you straight. I just spent seventy long years in the deepest fires of hell and no offense, but I am pretty sure that the drinks we serve down there in hell are a lot more potent than anything your puny bar could cook up. In other words, I think I can handle it. Just pour me the drink and I'll show you," the demon bragged with a smirk. The bar tender giving up just sighed. "Very well. If you say so." And with that the bar tender poured Ray the drink in a small shot glass and handed it to him. Ray picked up the shot glass and drunk it in one go. The bar tender went ahead and filled up a couple more shot glasses for the demon to enjoy. Ray downed his second. Currently the music playing in the background was smooth Jazz. Ray hoped it would turn into rock and roll later since he wasn't exactly a fan of Jazz. Then again he felt so depressed he barely cared. At least some music was playing. He felt depressed because without his master he felt even more alone than ever before and he felt like nobody in Manson understood him. He had already been there a couple of weeks and still didn't have any friends unless the two guys he met in the smoking shed were willing to give him another chance. But his pride wouldn't allow him to admit the reason behind his depression. The demon was wearing his red long sleeved top with a black hoodie, black pants, and his magical ruby encrusted amulet dangled around his neck over the shock collar the staff made him wear. The demon hated the collar. It was just embarrassing having to wear it. It was itchy and uncomfortable and it made him feel like a dog sometimes especially whenever it went off. He didn't mind wearing the collar his master gave him since it supposedly protected him from being enslaved by other demons, but this collar was the staff's not Jerry's. "Here's to anyone who feels like it is just them against the world," Ray announced to nobody in particular holding up his third shot glass. He then downed it in one gulp. OZYMANDIAS GERARD PROPHET DOMINIC 'XAN' HUNTER
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Post by DOMINIC 'XAN' HUNTER on Aug 29, 2019 11:43:54 GMT 1
Xan wanted nothing more than to find the answer to life’s problems at the bottom of a bottle of booze, as that was where people said the answer lay, didn’t they? At this stage Xan had already drank away enough he couldn’t remember the phrase correctly. It was why he had sat himself at the bar rather than finding a nice booth or table to relax at, this wasn’t a nice casual drinking session with friends but rather a ‘get pissed as quick as possible’ session and being sat at the bar allowed for that much easier.
It caused him to chuckle faintly and take another sip of beer. By all rights he should have been cut off from service already but being a vampire, alcohol did not affect him like a human, his body could process and filter it far quicker and so he needed a lot more of the stuff to start feeling good and for that feeling to last more than an hour. So as long as he took pauses in the drinking he was ok to keep downing pints and shot glasses without worry he was going to pass out or throw up.
It was on his seventh drink when Xan saw he had company arrive at the bar, some pink banded guy and his guard. Xan didn’t pay them more attention than that and refocused to his drink to get lost in his own thoughts, which would be much easier if the company didn’t seem to insist on having such a public conversation. The guard and his resident seemed to be having some kind of mini argument about something, Xan was trying not to listen in mostly as he didn’t care enough to hear it having enough of his own problems, but it’s really hard to shut off vampire hearing so he couldn’t fully ignore it all.
When talk seemed to move to drinks Xan downed a little more of his own but now instead of the guard, the other resident seemed to be having an argument with the bartender. Looking to Ray, Xan almost felt a need to stick up for the guy and just tell the bartender to serve the guy the damn drink without all the questions but apparently Ray can stick up for himself. Xan didn’t know why he was getting questioned anyway, they were all supernaturals here… surely its only the gifted humans that really had to worry about what the drank?
Running a hand through his hair, Xan stretched his back and let his ears focus on the music playing now. He half felt like he should have gone to Carpe tonight but Cally was working so he didn’t want to get in her way… The vampire did miss her though, sort of felt like he didn’t get to see her enough either. It was always either work, conflicting timetables or simply the time of day that got in the way of it all. It was very tempting to just steal that bike again and ride off with her into the sunset, he didn’t think either of them really needed Manson.
Sighing faintly he glanced to Ray as he lifted his arm with the shot glass. That was a statement he could understand so he lifted his glass too. “Here, here… cheers.” he said a bit drunkenly, not remembering what you are meant to say in reply either when you agree with someone.“Can you feel like its just you against the world if more than one person feels it too?” he asked next looking to the demon with a puzzled frown. It was a drunken question so if he got an answer or not, Xan might not even fully understand it
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Post by RAY THOMAS FISHER on Aug 31, 2019 7:16:58 GMT 1
As the sweet, calming music of Smooth Jazz continued to play in the background, Ray glanced at the guy sitting on the bar stool next to him. He didn't need his power sensing ability to tell that the guy was a vampire much like the bartender due to having sharp fangs. The demon wasn't quite sure how to react to the encounter for he had been warned countless times by his own master not to trust vampires because they were deceptive and dangerous creatures, a truly ironic statement coming from his master to be sure. But Jerry wasn't there and Ray wasn't the type to just attack someone for no reason even he wasn't that xenophobic. However, he wasn't above keeping a close eye on the guy just in case he tries something funny and surely his guard would stop the vampire should the vampire attack him. Also for a vampire he wasn't half bad looking.
After the vampire agreed with his toast, Ray flashed a small smile at him. From the guy's tone he could tell that the guy was already drunk; which told the demon he had been there for quite some time prior to his own arrival. "Cheers indeed," Ray mused as he lifted up his fourth shot glass and swallowed its contents in one gulp.
Then the guy asked him a question; one that he would say, 'yes,' to. After all, he often felt like it was just him and Jerry against the world and as far as he knew, Jerry felt the same way and with this vampire that made two others besides himself that shared his sentiment. Shooting the vampire a small smile, Ray nodded. "I don't see why not?" he answered with a chuckle. "After all. my...friend on the outside also feels the same way. In fact, it was often us against the world since nobody else understood us or even wanted to understand us. It's nice to see that we're not the only ones who feel this way. The name's Raymond by the way. Friends call me Ray for short though. What's yours?" Ray introduced even holding out his right hand for the other to shake. Since he had claws even in his human form one needed to be extra careful when shaking his hand.
Naturally, he failed to mention that his friend was his master and sire and that his master wasn't too keen on vampires. No way was he going to tell someone especially a vampire that he just met that. Besides, he just met the guy, so wasn't yet sure what information he could entrust him with beyond his name. In fact, he wasn't even sure if he could tell him any stories from his life in hell since that didn't go so well last time. Then again the only two people he had thus far told stories too were a gifted human and a merman. His stories scared the poor gifted human while the merman didn't have much of a reaction. But then maybe just maybe being a vampire, this guy, could better stomach his terrifying, disturbing stories. Still, maybe he'll share a story a little later, like maybe after they are better acquainted. Perhaps then he wouldn't run away from him and he could finally have someone in this hell hole to talk to other than his stiff of a guard.
While waiting for a reply, Ray downed down his fifth shot glass and was already starting to feel the drink's potent effects. Probably wasn't the best idea for him to share any stories now. Good thing he decided to keep his big mouth shut and wait for once.
The demon's mind then raced and he began to wonder other things about his vampire acquaintance. Did he have a soul? And surely he had a sire, but who was it? Did he give off a reflection and a shadow? Interestingly, Ray had neither of those things. Oh how he missed having both a reflection and shadow of his own. He couldn't help having feelings of inadequacy. Ray wanted to ask the vampire these questions, but wondered if it would be much too forward since they just met. But he figured he could at least answer the shadow and reflection thing himself if he paid close enough attention.
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Post by OZYMANDIAS GERARD PROPHET on Sept 1, 2019 22:11:36 GMT 1
Life was hard. Death was harder. Ozymandias was convinced that each day was just one more cycle of torture in this endless hell he was forced to live in. If he'd have known Ray was moping about bad first impressions, he'd have told the guy, 'Fuck bad impressions. You only live once, or twice, or forever. Who cares, if they don't like ya and don't wanna join ya, then give 'em the finger and move on.' As it was those, the vampire wasn't a telepath or empath, so he remained at the end of the bar, stirring the blood in his glass with his pinky finger. A few days back some chick had invited him in, so now he had a new place to sit around and think about all the misery he was subject to. He still refused to drink, but at least here he could get some fresh blood. The barkeep had told him that they had willing donors for those that paid the right price, and Oz just couldn't refuse the offer. Not when he'd been craving something warm instead of rewarmed.
So Oz had been here just about every night, drinking on something that was just a step under what he really wanted. He had no complaints. It was good and he didn't have to concern himself with a certain person reminding him of what type of person he truly was deep down. Oz suddenly gave a harsh laugh, causing the person next to him to startle. "Sorry deary, don't mind me. I'm just amusing myself with all the cruel thoughts inside my head. They're like demons under the bed. They never quite let you rest." He gave a small smile and downed his drink. "If only there was a hint of scotch or vodka. Anything to give that warm kick that makes you feel just right." He was pretty much just talking aloud, because his unexpected companion had turned their attention away, probably thinking he was one of the crazies. "I could be," Ozzy mumbled to himself. "Maybe I'm already there." He crossed his arms over the bar and pushed the glass away. "Another, please."
As he waited for his new glass, he listened to the music but didn't get lost in it. Jazz. "Not really my type of music, but it'll do," he murmured. "Something a little more upity would suffice, but hey, beggars can't be choosers, right?" He tilted his head to the side, glancing around the bar until some kid made a toast. Oz looked at the drink that was placed before him and raised his own glass. "Ain't that the truth," he added after another vampire added in his two cents to the cheer. He then snickered at the comment the guy made. It was a valid question. One that Ozzy would have answered in the most poetic of ways if he'd been the focus of the question. He decided that he no longer wanted to be by himself at the edge of the bar. Those two seemed to be one the same page as him, so why not join them.
"Three's not a crowd is it," he asked as he slid into the seat next to Ray. "I'm not counting big and grumpy over there," he said with a nod to Ray's guard. "Ozymandias, Oz or Ozzy for short. Honestly it's whatever floats your boat." He leaned against the bar and waved at Xan before he looked at Ray. "You smell hot," he mused. "Like fire." He gave a small amused chuckle. "Can I buy you all some drinks? I won't be participating, but it only seems fair if I'll be interrupting your little party for two."
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Post by DOMINIC 'XAN' HUNTER on Sept 3, 2019 10:45:25 GMT 1
Xan was of the opinion that if a person was pleasant enough to raise a glass in toast and then reply to your own statement of ‘cheers’, then they probably were an ok person overall. Of course being pretty damn drunk, Xan was in an amicable mood in general and so would probably see most as being worth trying to have a conversation with even if they were a pink-band wearing (and therefore killer) demon. It seemed someone else agreed with the toast too, and Xan briefly glanced towards a fellow vampire. Xan had noticed the man before but since he seemed to be deep in conversation (both with another and himself) he chosen to ignore him and instead focus on the demon getting a bit berated for choosing to have a drink where the purpose was to get drunk.
Without the alcohol inside himself right now, Xan would have never asked the question he did next, not only as it really did not make much sense but because he would be in his normal, slightly apathetic and unfriendly mood. But beer helps things flow and Xan waited expectantly for a reply while trying to keep the demon in focus.
Giving a small ‘hu…’ noise, Xan frowned thoughtful as he processed the reply. So the demon did think it was possible to feel ‘just you against the world’ in multiple. Xan was not so sure, how can you be both singular and multiple at the same time? That’s how it felt with that statement to him… But Xan blamed the drink, he couldn’t think clearly at all right now, give it half an hour without another beer and maybe he could process such a thing, but not this moment.
But name, the guy had also given a name, hadn’t he? Xan almost missed when his mind drifted off. “Good to meet you… Raymond.” Xan only paused because after a second or two of thought he figured he shouldn’t use ‘Ray’ being that he really couldn’t class himself as the demon’s friend having been talking to him all of one minute or so. “Name’s Xan.” he added on after but declined to meet the demon’s hand and just gave him a small nod, no reason for it other than Xan wasn’t very touchy-feely in that way with strangers and the whole shaking hands seemed too formal. Like Ray might shorten his name with friends, Xan got more hands on with his own mates. Greeting with a friendly hand and chest bump or something… or a kiss if you are a certain winged lady.
At this point the other vampire came over and Xan watched him take a seat next to Ray, he too was greeted by Xan by a small nod and brief lifting of his fingers from the glass he was holding, it was all he could really manage with how he was leaning on the bar. But he also chuckled a little at the comment to the guard, Xan had been ignoring him too so wouldn’t have classed him in the company either. Xan had no issue with guards though, he had a low level to thank for that, he rarely if ever got bothered by them or really saw one unless like now and they were escorting another resident around.
“Xan.” Xan repeated after Ozzy gave his name just in case it hadn’t been heard. With this vamp, Xan planned to use the short version, probably it was the only one he would remember. Ozzy… like Osborn.
At the mention of fire, Xan sat up more, momentarily worried he had started setting something alight but soon realised Ozzy was talking to Ray and not him and he couldn’t see smoke so things were safe. He felt he should have realised, not too many fire throwing vampires around but probably a few demons that control it.
Stretching his back in an attempt to play off the sudden movement Xan then relaxed, he knew he should wait for another drink but found himself nodding to the offer. Free booze should never be turned down. “Another of these, extra blood shot though… probably need it.” All his drinks had to be mixed with blood but the ratio could be played with, right now Xan needed more blood to settle his stomach and mind. “Not a drinker? They do non-booze stuff.” Xan added in, just in case Ozzy didn’t know.
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Post by RAY THOMAS FISHER on Sept 13, 2019 11:57:07 GMT 1
As the music continued to play in the background, Ray noticed a second vampire sitting at the far end of the bar. The fire demon wondered what he was doing sitting way over there all by himself. Okay, so the guy wasn't exactly alone as there was someone sitting next to him, but given how the other didn't seem particularly interested in what the vampire had to say the vampire might as well have been alone talking to a wall. Would have received the exact same response. Ray wasn't sure what the poor guy was even trying tell the other person since he admittedly wasn't eavesdropping on their one sided conversation. Ray was too focused on getting wasted to care about much else.
After informing the first vampire next to him that several people can feel the same way the vamp just made a strange noise and frowned at him. Ray wondered what that even meant since it wasn't much of a reply. Since he wasn't a telepath he couldn't tell if the guy agreed with him or not. "Is something wrong? Do you like being alone?" Ray asked out of curiosity. "I know I don't. I can maybe do the whole lone wolf thing for a little bit, but then after awhile I need to be around people ya know. That's why I dread being locked up in solitary. I hope they don't ever lock me up in there," Ray revealed with a slight shiver as he set down his sixth shot glass.
Then the vampire revealed his name to be Xan. He noticed the guy didn't accept his offer to shake hands and so feeling slightly embarrassed he quickly set his hand down on the counter. "Pleasure," the demon told Xan. 'Xan huh? What a strange name,' Ray thought to himself. 'Course he didn't have much ground to say that since some might think it strange for a demon to be called, Ray. Perfectly normal for a human though. Some days he missed being human. It's the little things he misses the most. He misses his shadow and having a reflection. He misses tech not acting so fickle around him. He misses seeing his breath during the cold winter. And oh how he misses his freedom and not being so cold all the time.
His thoughts were then interrupted by the sudden presence of the second vampire taking a seat right next to him. The guy introduced himself as Ozymandias and asked he and Xan if he could join them. Honestly, Ray didn't mind, but couldn't speak for Xan since well he couldn't read his mind or anything. Ozymandias also mentioned they could call him Ozzy for short; which Ray definitely was since no offense to the vampire but his full first name was so long. He wasn't even sure if he could pronounce correctly and so to avoid any embarrassing mispronunciations on his part the demon decided to just call the vampire Ozzy. And like Xan, Ray had to laugh a bit at Ozzy not including his guard as part of the little group they had formed.
His guard, Gavin as per usual was hardly amused. He just shot Ozzy a warning glare and if looks could kill then Ray's guard's glare would be branded as lethal weapons. "Watch yourself vampire! I may not be your guard, but I have permission to punish any resident that misbehaves. Don't test me," Gavin growled in warning. Apparently Gavin was so strict that he even viewed rudeness as misbehavior. But Ray refused to allow Gavin to ruin his night of fun and relaxation. He hoped the two vampires sitting next to him wouldn't either. "Nah, it's not a crowd. I don't think so anyway. The more the merrier I always say especially when it comes to drinking. It's a free country. Join us if you like. And oh don't mind my guard over there! His bark is far worse than his bite. Trust me on that. And by the way in case you didn't overhear I'm Raymond or Ray," Ray assured the vampire joining them and like Xan Ray reintroduced himself just in case.
But then Ozzy really surprised him with his, 'you smell hot like fire,' comment since it came completely out of left field. The demon wondered if the guy was hitting on him. His face pinkened as he nearly choked on his drink. He supposed he did smell a bit like fire. Just never really noticed since it's his own self.
While Ozzy offered to buy them all drinks, Ray couldn't help noticing Xan's little reaction to Ozzy's fire comment. Thinking he was hiding something from the way he had suddenly jumped up, Ray decided to use his power sensing ability; which meant he had to smell him. Awkward as it was it had to be done. Ray started sniffing around Xan until his suspicions were made correct. A small knowing smile crossed his face as he sipped on his seventh shot glass. "Yes, well I am a fire demon after all, so smelling like fire kind of comes with the territory," he told Ozzy with a small chuckle. "But it would seem I'm not the only pyro sitting at this bar. Isn't that right, Xan?" confronted Ray without really thinking about it. After all, it was a power reveal only not some deep dark secret. Maybe it was the booze talking, but in the demon's mind if you have an ability why go to such great lengths to try to hide it? Why not flaunt it?
Like Xan, Ray also decided to take Ozzy up on his offer of drinks despite starting to finally feel...something. Couldn't be rude to one of his newest acquaintances after all now could he? And the demon felt certain that turning down such a generous offer to pay for their drinks counted as rude. He shot Ozzy a small smile. "That's kind of you to offer especially since we only just met. But since you are offering I guess I'll go ahead and take another one of these. And don't mind the bartender. He claims this is their most potent drink and I've been sitting here drinking this for the past few minutes and I barely feel anything, so I figure one more couldn't hurt. And no worries you weren't really interrupting anything, so don't think that."
Ray thought it a little bit weird for someone to be at a bar and not drink any alcohol. Looking at Ozzy he wondered why he didn't want to join Xan and himself on the get drunk train. He opened his mouth to inquire Ozzy about it, but Xan already beat him to it. But the demon had this sinking feeling that Ozzy really did want to drink, but for some reason wasn't and wondering what that reason was Ray took it upon himself to ask him while he was still coherent. The demon shot Ozzy a funny look. "You really want to drink, don't you? So, what's stopping you?"
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Post by OZYMANDIAS GERARD PROPHET on Sept 19, 2019 21:00:52 GMT 1
Ozzy would give just about anything to be on the same level of drunkness as Xan. He missed the warm burn of alcohol going down his esophagus, pooling in his stomach and leaving him nice and satisfied, if not a bit hungover in the mornings. Those were the days where he'd been wild and free. The days where he'd faced death and laughed right in the guy's face. These days he didn't do much laughing. These days he didn't even drink. Hadn't had a single taste of alcohol in seven years. He missed it without a doubt, but he didn't regret the promise he'd made. It might just have saved his life in the long run. Saved his life. Wasn't that just amusing? If he hadn't made that promise he'd be dead, really dead instead of this blood-sucking fiend he'd been turned into. Ozzy knocked back another shot of blood. If only it had the same effect of the booze that he was so craving. "I wonder if a psychologist would deem this self-inflicted torture." He leaned his head back and laughed. "Ozzy, you're a real masochist." His drifting thoughts came to a stop as he found himself accepted by the vampire and demon. Ozymandias wasn't offended in the least by not having his hand shook. Xan hadn't offered and neither had Ozzy. Nothing against the guy, he just seemed preoccupied with his drink. That and it seemed rude to reach over Ray. "Pleasure to meet you," he greeted with a half wave. Ozzy was always on the lookout to make friends with people that weren't vampires if only to soothe a burning curiosity as to what dark secrets lurked in the world. More so, he'd spent enough time with his own kind. He liked to mix things up a bit. Without so much as a care in the world, he flicked Ray's guard off. "Dude, calm it down. You're going to have an aneurysm or something. Take a joke or take a hike." He gave the man a dismissive wave. Ozymandias wasn't worried about the guy in the least. If he got punished for speaking his mind then he was going straight to check out. The vampire nodded as Ray told him not to worry about the grumpy guard. "If he bites me I'm biting back," he mused. "Nice to meet ya, Ray." He smirked when Ray started turning all pink. "Don't choke. CPR wouldn't be very effective on you if it comes down to mouth to mouth," he joked. He almost ruffled the guy's hair but refrained from doing so. The vampire leaned forward a bit as Xan seemed startled by his statement. "Not sure if you're concerned that I'm hitting on you, or if you're actually on fire." His expression was nothing short of amused. "Don't worry though, the answer is neither." He then looked to Ray as the demon began to speak. "Fire demon eh? Interesting. Will Sir Pissy Attitude get all butthurt if you give me a demonstration of what a fire demon can do?" Ozzy looked at Xan as Ray outed the man on being a pyro. "I didn't know vamps could do such fancy things. I mean, I know bloodline traits can pass on, like flight, shapeshifting, stuff like that." He looked in genuine awe at the two of them before red-rimmed eyes looked at the bartender. "Get my new pals whatever they want good sir. I shall tip you rewardingly." He gave a resolute nod. He had a little change to spare, so why not buy drinks. Everyone loved free drinks. Plus these two had piqued his interest. They seemed like decent enough peeps. "I used to be," he answered Xan. Ozzy looked at the bartender. "Could you make something that tastes like alcohol, but isn't?" He gave the man an amused smile before turning his attention back to his newly found companions. "I like to tease myself. Self-inflicted torture or something along those lines. Might just be a looney waiting to snap," he said as he winked at the guy. "Correction Ray, it is not what is stopping me, but rather who is stopping me. You see, there's a precious little girl in my life that I made a promise to, and I like to think of myself as a man of my word. Call me a sucker, a saint, or even," he made a hand gesture. "Whipped, but I intend to keep said promise." He leaned back in his seat with a lazy grin. "Enjoy your drinks gentleman." If he'd been standing he would have bowed.
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Post by DOMINIC 'XAN' HUNTER on Sept 21, 2019 10:50:37 GMT 1
Xan realised he had got himself involved with a chatty type but strangely was ok with it, part in thanks to the large amount of alcohol in his system now. Typically Xan was more anti-social than he was social and the talkative ones bugged him a little but he found Ray kinda of amusing right now, enough to mean he wasn’t going to walk off an leave the guy sitting alone with only his guard to chat to or ignore him. “Generally prefer it if i’m honest.” Xan replied, unless the person he was with is Cally, he could spend all day with her, listen to her talk all day too. As for Ray’s fear of solitary, well the simple answer to that in Xan’s option was “Don’t do anything to get locked up then.” As much as he imagined the guards here were uptight and grumpy he didn’t think they gave out punishment for no reason, that would just cause more work.
With names out the way and now another vampire joining them Xan resigned himself to actually being friendly for tonight, to the other residents at least, he was absolutely fine with ignoring Ray’s guard and his buzz-kill attitude. The other vamp seemed ok enough if a bit of a pessimist, a trait Xan knew he possessed too when not drinking heavily. It was nothing Ozzy had done as such, just what Xan’s vampire hearing had picked up of him speaking to himself and the attitude he sensed that made him think the guy always saw the metaphorical glass half empty rather than half full. Though that idea was somewhat changed from the ‘you’re hot’ comment, Xan hadn’t thought it was a comment on his own appearance or Ray’s even, rather a joking pointing out of a gift yet he still reacted the same himself because of the little control he had over his own fire ability. It seemed best to check nothing was smoking.
Ray though seemed to think there was more to the comment with the pink shade he acquired, seeing it made Xan relax more again and stifle a chuckle with a gulp of his drink. He knew he had overreacted himself but seeing someone else do it too was just funnier. “Nah, didn’t think you were… I could have been on fire though so..checked.” he said with a shrug and chuckled again. His own fire had never burnt more than his clothing, minimal skin damage at best so he didn’t think he should be too worried about himself rather those around him.
Ray giving a fire demon demo seemed a bad idea but Xan couldn’t be bothered to voice that. Surely it would set off the fire safety system here? Or just as said get guardy all agitated. Glancing to Ray, Xan said nothing for a moment then nodded, “Yeah, and?” wondering what his point was in pointing the fact out. It wasn’t a secret to Xan what he can do just something he knows he doesn’t have great control over so seemed best to not go putting on big displays. “Didn’t know either, kinda recent discovery.” he said to Ozzy. It was likely a bloodline trait, Xan couldn’t think he was always a pyro and just never known it… if he had known he would have used it before, used it to stop himself ever being turned into a vampire. Few things like being burned alive.
Looking back to the bar Xan waited for the newly ordered drinks. If Ozzy didn’t drink any more that was none of his business though he couldn’t help but think it odd for a vampire who doesn’t have a functioning liver to worry about. But Xan got an answer anyway since Ray didn’t seem to have the same restraint with pointing our or asking stuff.
So scratch the idea Ozzy was a pessimist, he was just an masochist, a righteous masochist? Xan didn’t really know what you call someone who admits to enjoying tortouring themselves for a promise kept to some girl form the past. It was all a bit odd really and he was grateful to be getting drunk as hopefully this would all be a blur come the morning.
“Cheers.” Xan said as his drink came and he knocked back a mouthful. “I got a little lady… not so little really. Would give up a lot of shit for her.” he commented thoughtfully, so maybe the idea wasn’t so odd really. “Works in a bar too.” Just not this one or he imagined he get a lot more free drinks..
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