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Post by Markus Selder on Dec 24, 2010 22:58:41 GMT -5
Markus flinched away from the mug as though all Draven’s fury had carried over with it. “Sorry,” he said immediately. “It was just a suggestion, you don’t have to listen to me. You just sounded a little...” He lifted a hand and waved it, as though trying to draw the word out since he couldn’t recall it. “...a little...off?” He swore he heard something crack, but it was just his imagination, probably playing out the slow destruction of the thin ice holding him up. “You can...You can go on drinking if you want. It’s your choice.”
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Post by Valmar Diodorus on Dec 24, 2010 23:28:43 GMT -5
The general entered the bar with mild excitement. Dressed in a black velvet vest over top a white long sleeve blouse with black breeches, it was quite a strange outfit for Valmar to wear, outside from his usual battle armor. But, he wanted to 'blend' in so he could have a night of drinking with his new comrade. He felt ashamed for arriving late but it seemed Draven found a young human boy to talk with.
"I'm sorry I ran here late, but it seems you've found company here," interrupted Valmar, walking over to the duo. He eyed the young boy and bent over to examine the kid; he was so small, so innocent; it was heartwarming. "And what is your name, young one? I am Vicktor Renzov."
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Post by Draven Hunter on Dec 25, 2010 9:51:47 GMT -5
"No, no, I'll stop," Draven answered, waving a hand lazily. He turned when Valmar approached, giving the general a warning look. Hopefully, he wouldn't try anything. Draven really didn't want to have to be herding a larger man away from the corpses of various humans... Of course, he was probably just getting over-excited by the fact that the other vampire had actually shown up and so he was going to be wary and suspicious. With a shrug, he pulled out the seat closest to him and pointed at it. "Sit and join the fun," he mumbled, turning back to Markus. It hadn't dawned on him that Valmar was using a fake name, but he wasn't stupid enough to use the general's real name anyways.
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Post by Markus Selder on Dec 25, 2010 10:27:02 GMT -5
Rude as it was, Mark stared. He knew the advantages of being short (for one, hiding was easier), but he also knew that it made the tall seem even taller. And Vicktor was tall. Beanstalk tall. Leaning over as he was, he created an artificial eclipse between Mark and the hanging lanterns. Mark tried to introduce himself, but the first time his voice refused to work. He had to swallow the lump in his throat before he could choke out his name: “Markus.”
He tore his gaze away to stare at Draven with a confused, horrified look that silently asked, ‘You really know this guy?’
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Post by Valmar Diodorus on Dec 25, 2010 13:46:10 GMT -5
Valmar took a seat at Draven's table and ordered the barmaid to get him a glass of their most vintage wine. Despite Draven's concerned face, the general had no attention in causing trouble. He wanted to have his drinks and a good old time. Besides, he could show some human sympathy. He turned to the boy named Markus. "Nice to me you, Markus. It's a pleasure to have your company."
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Post by Draven Hunter on Dec 25, 2010 13:58:27 GMT -5
Draven gave Markus a small smile, as if saying 'yeah, I know him'. He turned his fuzzy gaze to Valmar with an amused look. Wine? Wow, he didn't think wine could do anything like hard liquor could. Of course, he was the kind of guy that prefered the hard stuff to the mild. "Well, Vicktor, are you going to be enjoying a lot of alcohol, or just some wine and a laugh or two?" he asked, blinking. "Because Markus has suggested I slow down or stop and I decided to be nice and do so, at least until he goes to sleep." He smiled wider and looked like he was slowly getting worse, as the alcohol continued to work its way into his system.
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Post by Markus Selder on Dec 25, 2010 14:32:02 GMT -5
Vicktor wasn’t quite as forboding after he’d taken a seat, but Markus was still concerned. He couldn’t be positive, but Valmar seemed rather pale himself, and his association with Draven (who he knew was a vampire) spoke volumes. Well, he seemed polite at least. Mark concentrated on his manners and trying not to look absolutely terrified. “It’s...nice to meet you too.”
Draven, on the other hand...He didn’t seem to be holding his alcohol well. Not dangerous drunk (yet), but certainly unpredictable. “You don’t have to,” he repeated, returning his death-grip on the chair and hoping his fingers wouldn’t fall off from lack of blood circulation. “I mean...I can...Maybe I should...?” He glanced over his shoulder towards the tavern’s rooms, then back to Vicktor and Draven.
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Post by Valmar Diodorus on Dec 25, 2010 14:53:08 GMT -5
"Clearly, you don't have class," chuckled Valmar as he snatched his wine glass and took a sip of it. He then gave the barmaid a decent tip and continued on with conversation, "I could see why the boy would be concerned for our health. Though I wouldn't worry much, I am capible of holding myself after a seige of drinking and besides, wine good for the heart." He gave another chuckle before drinking another sip. He glanced over at the boy again. Clearly he was nervous. The general didn't want to freighten their young guest. "You don't have to be worried about us. I won't let anything bad happen to you while you're our guest."
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Post by Draven Hunter on Dec 25, 2010 17:21:06 GMT -5
Draven looked amused by everything by this point. But he was going to wait for Markus to go before he allowed himself more. He looked at Valmar and blinked slowly, grinning with a stupid gaze. And he was holding himself from swaying in his seat by holding the edge of the table. Then he turned his dulled gaze to Markus and nodded in agreement to what Valmar had said. "Vicktor and I won't let anything happen to ya," he said, words clearly slurred. He reached an arm over to the other vampire and patted his shoulder, still watching Markus. "'Cause you know us men got to stick together." At this, he chuckled, removing his hand from Valmar's shoulder and gripping the edge of the table again.
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Post by Markus Selder on Dec 26, 2010 0:09:11 GMT -5
Mark felt the pins-and-needles of cut circulation in his fingers. The double assurance didn’t calm his nerves. They were just words. Vicktor was still oddly tall and Draven was still oddly drunk. And was it only paranoia, or did Draven’s use of ‘men’ have a slight exclusionary meaning to someone who (by appearance and, to vampires, by comparison) was more of a boy?
...Well, that was a good enough cue to leave while he still had the chance. Two vampires in one night was, at the very least, one too many to meet. (After all, if they were all nice and harmless, they wouldn’t have such a bad reputation.) “Um, well, either way, I ought to go,” he mumbled. “It’s getting late. Nice meeting you.” He didn’t even bother finishing his cider. He just dropped a few coins on the table as a tip and scurried back to his room as fast as he could without outright running.
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Post by Valmar Diodorus on Dec 27, 2010 15:48:38 GMT -5
As the boy scurried off, he couldn't help but wonder if he was really that scary. He made himself out as an intimidating force in the vampire ranks, making him one of the most powerful leaders under Seriah's regime. Yet, this position in power came with a terrible cost as it seemed to have remove whatever "humanity" left from him. But why did that matter? He had power and why did he need humanity since he was a vampire anyways.
Valmar took another swig of his wine continuing his conversation with Draven. Clearly, the boy was right; Draven was having a bit too much to drink, as his behavior showed that. It was quite uncomfortable. Yet, maybe in his drunken state, Draven might reveal something 'interesting' for him. "So, odd kid, huh?" He didn't like starting conversations, but he had to start somewhere.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Dec 27, 2010 15:56:16 GMT -5
Draven was eyeing his half-empty drink when Valmar struck up conversation. He nodded his head slowly, sighing as if he were longing to go farther. It'd been years since he'd had this much alcohol, and he was really rather enjoying himself not feeling anything. It was a nice change to all the shit constantly on his mind. Prying his eyes from the mug, he looked at Valmar, sighing again. "Yeah, strange," he said, shrugging. "Scared the hell out of him, you did. Now I'm stuck lookin' at your ugly face for the rest of the night." He chuckled a weird little chuckle and smiled, enjoying his comment. He didn't really care. "Oh well, though," he said, gaze returning to the mug on the table. "At least there's someone to ensure I don't have more. Guess I had too much anyways..."
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