forum The Purple Cauldron Tavern

Started May 02, 2019 by @GameMaster group

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A loud booming sound came from Hinata's phone.

"I have a friend and…we're pretty sure there was a mess up with his soul. Kieran Erogan. Does it sound familiar?"

"It could. I'm not too sure there have been so many souls there."

"Hm, I guess we'll never know what happened with his soul." She sighed. "What are you playing Hinata?"

A young looking girl, with short straight black hair, and unnaturally light green eyes, wearing a light pink hoodie and dark tan pants walked in. She had two curved daggers, one on each hip. She sat down at a table and sighed, letting her shoulders slump.

Baasarn glanced back out of the corner of his eye. He noticed a newcomer to the tavern. He allowed his yellow eyes to look her over, then look back down towards his drink. The draconic male flicked his tongue out, lapping at the liquid a bit instead of full on taking a swig like he had done earlier. It would definitely be better to try and enjoy the drink instead of guzzling it down.

The girl didn't move for a while. She just stared at the ceiling and breathed. She was slouched in her chair. Then she sat up and began messing with a little piece of twine in her hands.

The male slowly closed his eyes, seemingly exhaling a cloud of white smoke past his lips. He slowly stood up, feet echoing against the floor. His yellow eyes settled on the girl, his gaze was gentle, but there was something behind the gaze. Baasarn was observing, watching, taking mental notes. He was unsure, having different feelings rolling off the girl's direction.
Baasarn continued his slow approach, soon coming to stand near her table. The draconic humanoid bowed his horned head slightly towards her, then spoke, "Mind if I join you madam?"
He lifted his head so his eyes met her own. Baasarn knew impressions were important, eye contact was a vital part of such interactions.

The girl seemingly looked through him, then a small smile touched her face. "I wouldn't mind," her voice was quiet and soft. She moved her chair a little so he could pull up a chair next to her. He seemed nice, like he wouldn't hurt a fly. But she also got another vibe from him. A mysterious and unpredictable side. Almost like that of… no she wouldn't think about him. Not right now. Sadness washed over her, and she tried to hide it. "What's your name?"

Hearing her answer, Baasarn bowed his head slightly again. His tail suddenly slunk around, wrapping around a chair leg, pulling it across the floor. It settled by the table, the male soon taking a seat nearby. He settled one of his arms on the table, reaching around with his other to rub the back of his scaled neck. The male let his claw-like nails scratch a bit, moving his arm back around, noticing several scales in the palm of his hand.
He released a soft 'tsk', muttering, "Damn, didn't think it was quite time yet to shed my scales."
The male looked back to her. His head tilted a bit, having seemingly sensed the slight change…sadness? Perhaps. The scent was fresh, but faint, being masked. He would not press the matter, it was not his place.
He instead let the few faded, dislodged scales fall onto the table, turning his yellow eyes back towards her, "Name's Baasarn, mercenary for hire."
A usual response for him, especially when it came to jobs and talking to possible contractors. Say his name, what he does for a living. He didn't really say what he was, less of course asked.

She smiled softly again. "I like that name, it sounds different," she looked down at the down at the twine in her hands. She twisted it slowly, and when she set it down, it was knotted in the shape of a little flower.

Baasarn returned the girl's smile. A noise seemed to come from him, like a rough purr, a prrum. His tail remained curled around a leg of the chair he sat upon. The male using a claw to lightly move the few scales he shed, rearranging them a bit.
"Thanks, name was given to me by my mother's side, as she was a Dragonian, my father a human."
His yellow eyes glanced towards the twine that now settled on the table. The male seemingly tilted his head to the side in a slightly curious fashion. It was indeed a rather strange little thing she had just done. He wasn't truly aware of such things, well, his work didn't really dabble in with 'arts' so to speak. Guess it depended on the 'art' as well. Baasarn was aware of different 'arts', but that was something else entirely.
"Mm, fancy little trick there…you must work with your hands very often to achieve such a complex artwork with a simple piece of twine."

"I have to use my hands a lot," her finger traced over the twine. "I can't exactly see what I'm doing," she sounded a little amused.

"Ah, I see…"
He let her words run through his mind a few times. The male let the silence settle for several moments before speaking again, "So you are blind then? Forgive me if I am being insensitive. I mean no disrespect."
Baasarn was genuinely curious. He wouldn't know, having perfect vision himself. Though he had maybe worked and come across a few without their vision. He knew though that when certain senses were impaired, ways were created in order to bypass such hinderances.

"Yeah, I was born blind," she replied. "I take no offence to the question, it's not your fault that you haven't known me until now."

"Hm, I guess we'll never know what happened with his soul." She sighed. "What are you playing Hinata?"

"I could go and check on his placement." Calix replied thinking about it.

"Hm, I guess we'll never know what happened with his soul." She sighed. "What are you playing Hinata?"

"It's called Bleach Brave Souls," Hinata said, half listening.

Baasarn gave a slight nod. He glanced towards the few scales on the table before him, reviewing how he had rearranged them. The male lifted his yellow eyes back towards the girl.
"Mind introducing yourself miss? Understandable though if you wish to keep your name to yourself."
People and other creatures worked in different ways. He had worked for individuals who didn't even meet him face-to-face, using a different name. Not that it ever bothered Baasarn. To the draconic humanoid, it didn't really matter, just so long as the job he was given was reasonable and he could get it done.

"I'm sorry how rude of me," she shook her head. Disappointed by herself. "My name is Tonakee," she stood and gave a slight bow.

Baasarn let the name settle in his mind. It was an intriguing name, one he couldn't say he heard anything like it before in his long years. He lifted his goblet, taking a swallow of the liquid, it burning down his throat. It was good, despite the odd combination of fire whisky being mixed with inferno saliva, least to him. Being what he was had its perks, even if he wasn't a fire type himself. Baasarn was a combination of an ice and lightning Dragonian, least from his mother's side.
"So what brings a young girl such as yourself to these parts?"

"Nice to meet you Tonakee." The barkeep brushed some of Baarsan's scales off the table. "Anything to drink?"

"Just water please," she replied as she sat down.

The barkeep poured her a glass. "So yes, what brings you here?"

He blinked a bit as the scales were brushed off the table. Baasarn though gave a slight shrug, though his tail slipped around, moving the shed scales under his seat. Guess he'd get rid of those later. He'd rather not have someone else be stuck cleaning the mess he left. To shed his scales was always such a pain. He'd often become more agitated and easier to annoy. But who could blame a person or creature like that, whey they were in constant discomfort?
For now though, it was just a minor annoyance.

"I'm on break from my job," Tonakee sighed. "High stress, constant moving, and very few breaks. So I'm taking whatever breaks I can."

"Amen to that," Hinata whispered in the corner.

"Mmm, makes sense."
Baasarn glanced out of the corner of his eye, hearing the female further away from where he currently sat with Tonakee. His own work was different, having lulled times, as where others were incredibly busy for him. Though, being a very high-in-demand mercenary, he was constantly being asked for his services. Well, it meant constant work for him, which in turn kept him busy.

Tonakee turned to face the direction she'd heard Hinata from. She was quiet for a moment. "Are you the one that was with my brother?" She tipped her head a little.

"Yeup. Hinata." Hinata slowly got up and moved to sit next to Tonakee.

Tonakee nodded. "He didn't get you into to much trouble right?"

"Nah, none at all." Hinata shrugged.