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Post by Susana Rossini on Jan 9, 2017 23:51:22 GMT -6
 | MAY YOU FIND PEACE IN DEATH. | |
Evenings in Legion were cold, grey, and dreary, for the most part. People hurriedly left their places of work and walked home beneath the cloudy sky, eager to be off the streets and in the warmth and comfort of their own homes. Those lucky enough to have cars were quick to get in, but slow to leave the heated steel boxes. To go home and relax after one of many long days, that was the goal. For most. There were some, however, who lingered. They were the sort who weren't bothered by the dreary weather, nor by the fatigue that came after a hard day's work - not that these particular people worked very hard. For these select and privileged few, the hours following work and preceding the next day's dawn were times of celebration and relaxation in the company of good friends and good drinks. Which is why they went to Sanzu Crossing. Nestled on the southern side of the city, on a hill that overlooked the ocean and cleverly hid the suburbs that hugged the cliffside, was a well-renowned lounge. Many whose wallets could bear the burden tended to flock to this somewhat out-of-the-way place for some rather exceptional cocktails and some quality atmosphere. It was a very attractive affair, with sleek, modern decor with warm beige walls and polished black steel accents, soft natural lighting, an array of comfortable plush armchairs and sofas, a small raised stage in the southeast corner, and a cozy fireplace situated against the west wall, with a wide wall of windows composing the entire southern side. It was never particularly busy, nor could it be said that the place was ever empty when it was open, there was always a steady trickle of customers, most often five or six at a time in a space large enough to comfortably fit 20 or so. On this particular evening, it was a bit busier - the bartender counted 12 heads in total. But this evening was different. This evening was special. The star jewel of Sanzu Crossing was undoubtedly its atmosphere - and to thank for that was their house band. Tonight was the night they played more than a simple background track to the chatter and laughter and clinking of glasses. Tonight was the night they brought in their singer, a young lady whom people often claimed to have met somewhere before, but could not place. She was not particularly beautiful, but she was certainly not unattractive. Aside the black-and-white-suited musicians behind her, she stood out quite well despite her similar coloration. She wore a simple black cocktail dress, a pair of fingerless gloves made of intricate lace, some simple black stilettos, and a pair of wire-frame glasses. What stood out most, however, were her shockingly vibrant crimson eyes. She chatted idly with the musicians as they got situated into position, and the house began to quiet as attention shifted to them. They needed no light cue, no stage direction, to know when they were to begin. With a quiet lead in, they began to play. The music was soft, gentle, and relaxing - yet lively and vibrant enough to demand the attention of even the indifferent upper-crust audience. The band played, the girl sang, because they all knew well these people had come here for the music. People sat and watched, with small smiles or interested stares, but attention was undeniably on them as their performance went on... People didn't cheer, but they clapped quietly when the band finished their third song. They had decided to take a short intermission to have some water, though the pianist unwisely opted for a cigarette instead as he often did. The girl, however, made her way to the bar and had a seat. She didn't even need to ask for a drink before the bartender slid her a half-filled tumbler of amber liquid and a scant few ice cubes. She took a deep sip and sighed contentedly to herself as the attention of her audience scattered back into the millions of directions it had been pointed at before the music had started. Her fingers traced idly over the rim of the glass as she waited...for what? She didn't know. ▲ 701 WORDS ● @tagged ● she doesn't bite |
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Post by Mikado on Jan 29, 2017 20:59:26 GMT -6
Mikado stared up at the entrance of the grand lounge and bar known as Sanzu Crossings, a place he wasn't too unfamiliar with. It was a bit too heavy financially to go here often, but he made a point to go out every week or two. The decor was relaxing, the drinks were good, and it was a way to unwind from the days of complicated research and development that he found himself drowning in. Don't get him wrong, he enjoyed the work, but sometimes one needs a break from even the most enjoyable of things. Slowly, he pushed the front door open, his body visibly relaxing as he left the dreary outside for the cozy interior.
Unlike most of the establishment's patrons who were clad in more formal attire, Mikado dressed in his usual clothing. His arms and legs were bound in thick layers of cloth, though that was mostly covered by his dark gray shirt and black pants. Both of those pieces of clothing were adorned with intricately detailed with gold decals, made from the real deal. The decals had an arcane look to them as if they were magic runes or alchemical symbols. The chaos of those two pieces were separated by a more simplistic belt that just had a few yellow opals dotting the surface. Going up to his knees was a pair of heavy leather combat boots with rubber soles. Along the front of the boot's leg was a large number of buckles, all of them being made of a gold alloy for durability's sake. To top of his grand look, he wore a cape that draped all the way down to his feet. It had a more controlled set of gold decals that were arranged like an arcane circle with runes between the layers before epicentering at the image of a sun.
In contrast to his grand attire, he was a little plainer looking but not without his oddities. He stood tall at six feet three inches, though his build was a bit on the less assuming side as muscle mass clearly wasn't his strong suit. To be fair, it was better than the business men around, but unlike them, Mikado didn't start with a career in business. His hair was blond, coming down to his ears and was a bit messy compared to the better groomed individuals, but not nearly as messy as he usually kept it. His eyes were hazel in colour, but leaning more to the green side. The only thing really of note about him that could be seen was a faint burn mark that spanned from the lower part of his right jaw down past his neck, though the rest was covered by his attire.
Quickly passing by the lounge area, he took a seat at the bar near Susana, casting his arm to the side in a dramatic fashion to get his cape to sweep out behind him which allowed for him to sit down without accidentally sitting on part of his cape. He rose his hand up in a lazy manner to signal the bartender, giving a warm smile to him. "The usual, if you'd be so kind," He asked, the bartender giving a quick nod before mixing a few of the drinks. His voice held a distinctly dramatic tone to it, though it was clear that it was just the way he spoke. As he waited for the drink to arrive, he tapped the bar counter absent-mindedly with his fingers, the bandages over them causing the action to hardly make a sound. "My gratitude good sir, you are amazingly fast at making these," He thanked as the bartender handed him his drink, Mikado handing over a little money as a tip. The drink was an Acid Rain to be specific, one that wasn't for the light of heart. It was common practice for him, especially since most of the lower end places took a good while to get the drink ready. He took a sip from the glass, retrieving a small notebook from his pants pocket as well as a pen.
He flipped it open to a page full of intricate notes surrounding an expertly drawn sketch of a dust crystal, quickly jotting down a few thoughts that passed through his mind before shutting it and returning it to its original place. Taking another small sip of his drink, he decided to take a look around to see who was there. He hardly ever ran into anyone who he knew, let alone anyone who would talk to him, but then again he didn't mind that too much. He just liked to see the kind of people who were visiting, see the faces and whatnot. He hadn't previously been aware that the band had brought their singer in that day, nor did he even know they had one for that matter so seeing a new face sitting close by was interesting to him. It usually was a similar crowd and he had come to be able to at least recognize a number of faces, but her's was a new one altogether. He couldn't help but stare for a bit, get a good look to commit the face to memory.
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Post by Ferr Aesir on Feb 26, 2017 21:06:14 GMT -6
 A limbo rolled through the highway with pale-yellow lights casting down onto the dirty road. Traffic had been particularly fluid in the afternoon and yet grew to a near standstill in the evening. The only method of reprieve for it's occupant was his collection of classical music playing on loop. The sound couldn't resonate outside of the vehicle thanks to a choirs of horns blaring in frustration to no one particular. Yet still aimed at seemingly everyone around them. The scene would be stilled for several minutes before movement began. Within moments all cars began accelerating at top speed in haste. With the anticipation of another traffic jam within moments, the limbo's driver veered off course. In exchange for a straighter route the driver gained fluidity and ease. This sat well with the passenger. Just before the first note was struck, the black limbo arrived outside of Senzu Crossing. Emerging from the vehicle was a regal yet disgruntled Ferr Aesir. He wore a fine and loose fitted satin suit of a gunmetal-gray. Leather shoes and a silk necktie, deep blue as the dark sea mimicked black thanks to the lack of light falling down on him. Finishing off the warrior's ensemble was a black cloak woven from a rough cloth. This cloak hid a majority of the suit underneath it. Only the chest area and downward was exposed for any to see. What brought Ferr to Senzu Crossing was an invitation from the owner; who wanted to make connections to the man assisting in recovering the kingdom. Ferr had turn down the offer quickly in pursuit of a peaceful night. Yet the owner continued to plea with the clansmen before Ferr caved in. This would explain his current disposition. A minute into the song Ferr found himself positioned by the entrance. His blue hair was a strange contrast to the bare scheme the lounge was presenting. While most others didn't take note of him, Ferr did gain some glances and raise-eyebrows upon his arrival. Though he didn't mind it thanks to the soothing and welcoming tones presented to him. Upon first glance Ferr's gaze fell on nothing specific. It was his first time at Senzu Crossing and the environment didn't strike his fancy. It wasn't too bad but Ferr wasn't the type to relished the refined and elegant to this extent. No, it was the singer that caught his well earned attention. She wasn't breathtaking but she could be. If Ferr allowed himself to relax and sit down, perhaps he'd get lost in the song. Yet he refused to because that would, in a way only Ferr knew, take away from the performance. After the band finished their piece and took their break. Tracking the singer to the bar, Ferr waited a few minutes before approaching her. Nervously, but with a renewed grin, the Huntsmen took a seat beside the woman. " I'll have what she is having. Taller order though." He said to the bartender. "You did a good piece. I think I missed a few verses though."MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Susana Rossini on Feb 28, 2017 1:36:55 GMT -6
| MAY YOU FIND PEACE IN DEATH. | |
It seemed that what she'd been waiting for was some kind of company at the bar. A rather uniqely-dressed man had made his way over to one of the seats beside her and mirthfully ordered himself a drink. It was strange to her, though. The bartender knew this man well enough to know his poison of choice, so he was certainly not an unfamiliar face in the lounge, but she herself hadn't seen him before. She definitely would have remembered if she had. She shot a sideways glance his way as he produced a notebook and pen from his pocket, and opened up the latter. She didn't want to be nosy, but she was curious. He took a moment to look around, and Susana took the opportunity to sneak a better peek at the notebook. The page he'd settled on was littered with an oddly organized array of notes she couldn't quite make out from that angle, but they surrounded a very interesting hand-drawn diagram of a dust crystal. Such a unique and outgoing demeanor, and apparently quite knowledgeable on dust...was this man perhaps a Hunter? Or even a scientist of some kind? The chair to her left had become occupied during her brief distraction, which she'd taken notice of around the time the bartender set down another tumbler of amber liquid off to her left, though this one was closer to full than her own half-filled glass. "You did a good piece." Ah, a member of the audience come to mingle. "I think I missed a few verses though." She gave a small smile, and took a sip of her own drink without looking over to her side. "The compliment is appreciated all the same." She stole a glance at this man as well. Tall, muscular, young, and sharp-eyed - his composure graceful and dignified, but oddly intimidating as well. This man most certainly was a Hunter, not that he seemed to be trying particularly hard to hide himself at the moment. She set her elbow on the bartop and leaned her head idly against it, tracing the rim of her glass with a finger. "This is certainly shaping up to be an interesting crowd. Its rare to see others this far into the city - police and military usually suffice."She pushed the glass forward to sit a ways away from her, it was time to relax, not overdo things. "Birds of a feather, I suppose." She pushed her glasses back up into place and leaned back a bit from the bar, resting her lace-gloved hands atop it. "I don't recognize either of you, though. I'm Susana."▲ |
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Post by Mikado on Feb 28, 2017 11:31:04 GMT -6
 - Mikado Huoyan - “A little fantasy never hurt anyone, it just gives life to that which can feel devoid of it”WORDS: 449 | TAGS: Susana Rossini Ferr Aesir | NOTES: Text color: ebff00 Mikado watched as yet another face that was new to him took a seat at the bar, striking up conversation with the woman who he also was unfamiliar. Being rather close to the two he overheard what little conversation had been passed between the two in the short time they had been sitting, and was a bit surprised to hear that the woman had been singing here. He took another sip of his drink, trying to keep himself from eavesdropping on their conversation any further, but was suddenly stopped in his efforts when the woman seemed to address both of them. He turned his head back to the two, taking a quick moment to make sure that there wasn't another person who she could be referring to instead of him. He also took this time to get a better look at the newly arrived man, noticing a very Huntsman like vibe from him. From his build to his composure, it would be very difficult seeing that man being anything else except maybe a military officer, something that wouldn't be much a surprise considering they were in Legion.
Regardless, now that he knew he was being referred to by the woman who introduced herself as Susana, he decided he may as well do the courteous thing to do and reply back. "Greetings to you as well," He stated boldly, a genuine smile on his face, "The name's Mikado Huoyan, it is quite the pleasure to meet your acquaintance!" His tone of speech had a warmth to it, the same sort of warmth being matched by the way he carried himself. While he may have been a Hunter at one point, his time as a researcher seemed to take away whatever edge he might have had in the past. He made a conscious effort not to extend his hand for a handshake as it would've been a bit awkward considering there were two other people, not to mention that if he were to shake the man's hand he'd either need to stretch his own in front of or behind Susana, neither option was one he was very comfortable with.
Mikado took another small sip of his drink, deciding that if he was going to be talking to people today he'd only have the one glass. He wasn't the best with small talk, so he'd need to keep his mind clear if he wanted to keep up with the others and not end up saying something stupid or dredge up things he'd rather not. As well, he had walked the way here and felt it would be rather unfavorable if he drank too much and passed out halfway on his trek back. Shin of GS + Adox |
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Post by Ferr Aesir on Feb 28, 2017 20:51:57 GMT -6
" How charming." Ferr would reply to Susana's comment about the crowd. True the populace didn't seem all that interesting to him, but that was thanks to his dislike of the scenery. Still if the liquor was good and the conversation satisfying than the man of many traits wouldn't have anything to complain about. As the blonde fellow made his inquisitive look-around Ferr ordered a the strongest ale they had in stock. To his dismay the barkeep only had a small selection that pleased Ferr. Hesitantly the Huntsmen agreed to the drink. While the name was still strong, it wasn't a potent tonic in the eyes of the Aesir. As the bartender worked, Ferr adjusted himself, turning to face the other man. A pleased smile came across his lips before a hand was extended. "Houyan? Sounds like a Pinnacle name if I am not wrong. I have only been there a few times. It is good to meet a freer-spirit in this place. I mean, pardon my saying, Miss Susana." Ferr placed a hand up in mocking defense. A silly and friendly gesture used to excuse his follow statement. "I'm only here 'cause the owner invited me and was pestering men." Queued by the man's sigh, their bartender placed a tall glass of black alcohol. It's foaming head sat strong on the edge of the sixteen-once glass and whiffed a powerful aroma. Quickly the Huntsmen took hold of his drink and began to down it with small gulps. "I needed this." He prayed in a mutter. "Anyway. Miss Susana and Mister Mikado, it is once again a pleasure to be blessed with your voices. I am Odin Ferr Aesir. Head of the Aesir Clan. A knightly Hunter and currently exhausted from cleaning up the mess our lovely officials made."MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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