Raaji takes notice of Byron barging on into the bar and sitting down next to him. He glances at his face and looks away. He felt that something was off with his character. Yea I am just drunk what am I thinking. He dumps the remaining bit of whiskey down his mouth and shakes his head. He glances at Byron again. “Gee buddy, through hell and back?” He asks very sarcastically.
(Sorry Sammy… I had things to take care of…)
(It’s fine. I understand. Real life is a thing…)
"Exactly." Byron answered seriously, with a scoff, picking up on the other man's sarcasm. He had just been in a fight with a native of Hell, in fact.
Raaji leans back a bit and looks at him with a raised eyebrow. He then positions himself back up right. “Well ok then.” He goes back to clicking through his phone’s contact list. Not really paying any attention to Byron.
Byron didn't think he'd like to use this guy for a meal. He wasn't able to mesmerize him with his eyes, or voice.
Dammit!
Raaji glances back at Byron. “You ok buddy?” He started to take note of Byron’s physical body. He was a bit taken aback but he figured it was normal for westerners to look like that.
Byron's wolf-ish features, were made even more predatory-looking by the shadows around them. His sharp nose and ears, pointy chin, slanted eyes, and inhumanly sharp teeth, as well as his sinewy hips and shoulders, and other angular joints, all made him look vicious as all get-out. He suppressed a rumble.
"Can I get some service here?" He asked, in an unusually polite manner, as a flock of college students headed inside the bar.
"You sure you're twenty one?" The barkeep asked Byron, who chuckled pulling out his ID. He looked remarkably young, even though as a vampire he'd only stopped aging at twenty five, he could've looked 16.
Raaji starts to feel a rather uncomfortable aura from Byron. He continues to act natural and goes through his phone. “So you from around here Satan.” He says half jokingly.
"I'm fairly local…" Byron trails off, taking in his aura. "You're a very special human, aren't you?!?" He asked, his tongue sliding across his teeth in a catlike manner.
Raaji was taken aback by his response. “I don’t know about special-“ he starts trailing off as he instinctively reaches for his pocket knife.
"Jesus, you can't kill me with that toothpick, and if I wanted to, I'd have wiped all of the people in this bar out." Byron said, sounding more sure of himself than he actually was. This human seemed worthy enough to take him down.
Raaji hesitated and quickly stood up and stepped back from Byron. “Well I am gonna make an assumption that your not human.” He was not sure what this thing was but he knew he would probably lose in a fight if this thing got angry.
"Relax." Byron said, recieving a shotglass and a bottle of vodka. "You seem very special… I might have a job for you!" He added.
Raaji raises his eyebrow at the mention of a job. He carefully sits back down and sets his hands down flat on the counter. “A job you say?” He was very skeptical with his words but he was interested.
"A guy like you, with a disposable phone, in a bar like this." Byron gestured around. "You've gotta be up for some serious stuff! So what are you, a bail-bondsman? A hitman? Q freelancer?" He asked.
(Sorry, being a dick is like 65% of his character, he will grow nicer.)
(It’s fine…)
Raaji scoffs. “If I was any of those I wouldn’t be sitting in a shitty bar like this now would I.” He stares into Byron’s eyes, trying to freak him out with a death stare.
Byron laughs, a cheeky, malevolent chuckle. "Or maybe you're just not a very good one." He says, while chuckling. "So what do you do?" Byron asked, curious. The death stare actually jolted through him a bit. This human might be one of those rare ones that could go head-to-head with a vampire like himself.
The color from Raaji’s face drains slightly when he chuckled. Holy fuck I might die today. He pulled himself back together. “What’s it to you anyway.” He says without choking out of fear. He mentally slaps himself. If this thing is what I think it is, fear is just gonna make it worse.
Byron repeated himself, renewed interest in humankind dawned on him.
"I want to know what you do, so I can see if you're the man for the job! I have enough to pay you handsomely." He said truthfully.
Raaji was rather interested in this character. Not in a sexual way but more intrigued than anything. “In simple terms, I make things that shouldn’t go boom, go boom.” He pauses for a moment. “I am a demolitionist. Although you do not want to mess with me in close combat.” He says this and continues to investigate this thing with his eyes.
"Yeah, you'll do… How would you like to help me kill a witch… Y'know, your standard ancient wretch from the abyss…" He added, smiling, and waving a thick wallet in front of the man.
Raaji watched the wallet with interest. “Alright. I’ll make this bitch witch into dust.” He looks at Byron for a second then squints his eyes. “Now I am assuming this isn’t just any old bitch witch, seeing as your waving that much in front of me.” He gestures toward the wallet.
"Are you familiar with the adventures of the Argonauts, in Greek mythology?" Byron asked, curiosly.
(You're good at this, Sammy!)
(It’s just simple conversation…)
Raaji scratches his head. “Yes I am quite familiar with that section of western culture. What about it.” He glances around the bar to make sure none of the college students that came in earlier were listening.