we were the victims, we were the culprits

[variaswrath]

Who: variaswrath and you?
What: drinking, probably.
When: preferrably in the evening.
Where: The Black Stallion, aka current Varia Headquarters.
Warnings: Language. Depending on who you are and how much you annoy the owner, possible violence.
Status: In Progress

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[ergaleomancer]

Theta strode in through the front door, leaning heavily on her cane as she moved, but otherwise moving quite well. She was still firmly held the belief that walking faster meant less time on her cane and thus less time for her leg to hurt. She was cheerful as she went, happily smiling even just as she walked up to the table she spotted Xanxus at.

She didn't ask permission, just took a hold of a chair from a nearby table and brought it around to place at his. It was what one did at a pub, and she needed a seat. She didn't put much stock in empty formalities anyway, especially not when she had been invited anyway.

"Good evening," she said as she settled in the chair, still smiling cheerily. She didn't think much of anything would put a dampener on her mood.

[variaswrath]

Xanxus had opened his eyes lazily when he heard the cane approach, even before the door had opened to reveal Theta. He straightened as she approached, though not by much, merely settling a bit more comfortably to talk rather than to potentially fall asleep. So far, the only thing about her that bothered him was her seemingly constant cheerfulness.

"Evening," he replied, watching calmly as she pulled up a chair to sit at his table. Not many would dare, usually. But then, this wasn't his world any more than it was hers, and he was sure he'd build up a reputation eventually.

"Your shop got pretty busy on its first day." And since he didn't like confined, crowded places, he hadn't stuck around for more than dropping off the samples.

[ergaleomancer]

Even if he'd had a reputation, Theta wasn't the sort to bow to such things. Back home, she, too, had a reputation, and she didn't think it was fair to judge people by their reputations. The man she'd started to get to know was abrupt, but practical, and there was nothing wrong with practicality in her books. She wasn't always cheerful, but she'd had no reason to be anything less while she'd been in the presence of the man.

"It certainly did. I have to admit, though, I am glad of it. I think I might've gone mad if the day had been too slow. I'm hoping to make a bit of a home for myself in this place while I'm here." She looked up to the bar curiously, wondering what all he had available.

"It's a bit unusual, not having currency, but...things are working out," she said as she turned her eyes back to him. "Shall I offer you another clockwork besides to pay for my drinks?"

[variaswrath]

"You could," he replied, picking up his empty glass before removing his feet from the table. "For now I'm more interested in the mapping clockwork." Which was saying that for now, he would not ask her for payment. Fishing for the emptied bottle sitting next to his seat he rose, shedding his jacket in the chair as he did. Crossed the room towards the bar, effectively turning his back on her, he was sure she'd spot the guns he kept in the waistband of his pants but didn't really care at this point. Why make a secret out of them?

It surprised him a little how quickly he'd gotten used to not having people around who did almost everything for him, and it irritated him. Just like his birthday, and all memories connected to it. Bad memories of betrayal and lies, people and things and places he hated, but he banished them from his mind. "What can I get you?"

Quick appearance! o7

[ferite_rosso]

Enma had a habit of really getting things mixed up sometimes, and maybe this was just one of his moments when he quietly stumbles into the bar. It takes him a second to realize just what kind of place he got himself into- it certainly wasn't a place that would keep Halloween supplies, that's for sure.

It takes him a second longer than it should for his eyes to fall on Xansus' figure, and he's already slinking back into the shadows towards the door. He certainly wasn't trying to make it seem like he wasn't there since his pause was just enough time for anyone to see him, but it was more of a quick retreat than anything.

oh hai >D

[variaswrath]

Oh course Xanxus had spotted the kid as soon as he opened the door. It was obvious that he hadn't meant to come in here, nor had any idea just whose place he had just stmbled into. From his seat Xanxus watched him, spotting in his movements not a hint of threat but rather fear and uncertainty, only increasing after he had apparently been spotted. It was a tense silence and he let it linger, not intending to make this boy feel at ease or welcome even for a moment.

SURPRISE GUEST

[interloper_npc]

Boredom, perhaps. A lingering curiosity never satisfied could be another excuse. Because really, that's all it was. Just an excuse to have a little bit of fun. Whatever the reason, Belial found himself siting on the railing overlooking the main part of the bar, just next to the stairs that lead from the bar area to the bedrooms. Uninvited, yes. But then again, all of these dear little lambs were his guests, his toys to do with as he pleases. This city, as well, was now his

Oh shi-

[variaswrath]

Of course Xanxus was not unobservant, and being faster than most people gave him a big advantage. As the Interloper landed at his table he was already halfway out of his seat, gun in hand, the barrel of which pressed firmly against the vampire's chest.

"What the fuck do you want?" The question was growled more than it was spoken. He had a good enough guess as to who this guy was. And even if he was wrong and it wasn't one of their gracious hosts, the bastard was lucky he'd let him finish his sentence before pulling the trigger. Red eyes glowered dangerously at the other man, quite obviously furious.

[interloper_npc]

He laughs, the sound unstable as much as it is childish. The grin on his face displays his fangs quite nicely. No need to hide, he's sure they already know what he is. To an extent at least.

"Is that any way to treat a guest? Perhaps I should be returning the favor then? Shoot. I dare you~ Though I can't promise you'll get to keep those precious guns of yours if you try~"

[variaswrath]

"I could ask the same of you," he snarled, obvious in his contempt for the creature. He did not fire, for now, having plenty of reason to assume that he was well out of his league - and hating every second of it. Though even if he did not pull the trigger, the gun stayed exactly where it was.

He repeated his question, voice a bit lower, a bit calmer. 'It' should have a reason for showing up here. "What do you want?"