forum The Purple Cauldron Tavern(Reboot)

Started December 27, 2019 by @GameMaster group

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“Ah, I understand. After I met the phantoms previously I intended to do some research but things got out of hand.” He sighed and poured himself a glass of silvery liquid.

The demon eyed the strange soldier. He was quite handsome, but seemed a bit out of his league. And that was saying something considering his ego. The disguise Ichika wore was quite beautiful though.

The kid laughed slightly, his eyes kind of wandering aimlessly around the area before he responded. "I would like a glass of water thank you," he nodded to the barkeeper finally. Something seemed to be distracting to him, but it wasn't apparent as to what.
I don't think we should be here.
You never think we should be anywhere. But I will humor you. Why?
Have you seen some of the people here? They might try to kill you. And you know that if you-
-Die then you die, I know. You have only said that about sixteen million seven hundred and thirty nine times now.
(More on this in a little bit.)

There was also the child that was being allowed in. He was quite interesting as well. What really interested him was the other's eyes: a similar tone to his own. They contrasted a bit otherwise, his dark hair instead of white, and their clothes were on the opposite sides of the spectrum of casual to formal.
There was an aura about him as well. Something that interested him even further.

"I have no office, and the marks are from me picking fights." He knocked down whatever the barkeep had given him, which sent a chill down his spine. "Fights that I've won." He glanced up whenever a new person entered the bar, seeming a little uneasy at the sight of a demon, but keeping himself in his seat.

“Interesting,” Barkeep mused. “I have no doubt that you won your fights but you don’t report to heaven? You don’t look fallen.” He was able to figure out most of his patron’s species simply by looking at them. It wasn’t hard to distinguish a proper angel from a fallen one.

Nathaniel shook his head. "I'm fallen and I'm not at the same time. I crippled my wings when I was younger, so I had to leave. Flightless angels are of no use to them." He sighed, looking a little bit bitter and frustrated, but that was to be expected. Besides, he'd had years to be bitter. Of course those feelings would linger.

(Ah is this an older version of the Nathaniel that I know from the Lunch with Demons RP?)

"That's a new one. I have a…friend who's fallen but she still has her wings. I would never want to work in heaven what with all the righteousness and corruption." Perhaps he was biased.

(Yep!)
"I agree, honestly… but when I was younger, I didn't feel the same. I was pretty little when I was kicked out, so all I really wanted was to go back home. Surprised I'm still alive at this point, honestly. Do you have any more of the… uh…" He glanced down at his empty glass. "Whatever you gave me?"

"Of course." He poured Nathaniel another glass. "I was kicked out when I was little too. Damned if you do, damned if you don't kinda situation."

Nathaniel nodded and thanked the barkeep, deciding to sip this glass. "Mhmm… I'm glad I'm not there anymore, but it was so difficult trying to stay alive… I was only nine when I got kicked out. I barely had any survival skills other than some battle training that's mandatory for angels. Well… I suppose I was a tiny bit ahead of the game considering I was training to be a soldier, but still."

(Ah but if you keep your demon here you will meet another.)
The kid tipped his head to the side as he took a sip of his water. "Excuse me, sir, I noticed that you have taken an interest in me. Is there something I can help you with?" he turned to look at the demon figure sitting not far from him.

(Ah but if you keep your demon here you will meet another.)
The kid tipped his head to the side as he took a sip of his water. "Excuse me, sir, I noticed that you have taken an interest in me. Is there something I can help you with?" he turned to look at the demon figure sitting not far from him.

"Your aura," he stated plainly before taking a sip of his drink. As the bartender had said, it indeed did sting, but the demon was okay with the pain.
"It's very familiar. I'm assuming you aren't as you appear, hm?" the older seemimg male asked. He raised a brow while making gestures as he spoke.

"You would be correct in that assumption," the kid turned fully so he could look at the demon figure completely. "For the most part."
Why are you engaging in conversation with a demon??!!
Why do I engage in conversation with you?
Because ya don't really have a choice.
Well would you rather me be rude to this gentleman and risk getting into a fight?
….. No I guess not. But I still don't think you should be so willing to be friends with everyone you meet.
I am always willing to make friends because, while most of the time they do no good for me, they can do good for others and that is enough for me.

“Ah, I understand. After I met the phantoms previously I intended to do some research but things got out of hand.” He sighed and poured himself a glass of silvery liquid.

”What can I say? Everything gets out of hand when you’re dealing with Phantoms and their behaviors” the man shrugged, giving himself another chuck of the drink.

”By the way, about the two Phantoms you met before, you remember their names or what they look liked? Perhaps their masks, if you will?” the man asked with a raised eyebrow. His face was reddened, the alcohol was clearly affecting him by this point.

"You would be correct in that assumption," the kid turned fully so he could look at the demon figure completely. "For the most part."
Why are you engaging in conversation with a demon??!!
Why do I engage in conversation with you?
Because ya don't really have a choice.
Well would you rather me be rude to this gentleman and risk getting into a fight?
….. No I guess not. But I still don't think you should be so willing to be friends with everyone you meet.
I am always willing to make friends because, while most of the time they do no good for me, they can do good for others and that is enough for me.

Axtin hummed, even more curious about this stranger. He had never seen anyone like him. The aura he possessed was familiar but appearance wise…? He seemed almost normal. Watching the boy's expressions shift, the demon looked at him curiously. "What's your name kid?"

"One had a smirking silver mask and his name was Lucas. The other went by Josiah and his mask looked shocked," Barkeep reminisced. "They were great customers and good people."

”Oh, Lucas and Josiah… sounds about right” the officer reminded themselves, eyeing the demon-like figure near him who was talking with the kid.
Ichika wasn’t completely interested in the conversation but he was just curious. Not about what they were talking about, but about the demonic figure’s talk of the kid’s ‘aura’. If he was truly able to sense other people’s auras, he might be shocked to see Ichika’s levels.
The man turned back to the Barkeep, though.
”Do you have recommendations on drinks? Also, do you serve food here? Getting a bit hungry” the man said before downing the remaining of the Scotch.

“Well actually I have a drink named after your kind because you guys are among the few who can stomach it.” Barkeep shuffled around mixing various drinks into a glass that he handed to Ichika. “The Phantom. It’s got quite a bite. As for food, I can definitely put something together. What do you guys eat?”

(slides in)
(May I just say that reading through this and recognizing these characters is a blast)

It was at this point the door opened again, revealing a very tired, very done with life woman in black clothing. She slid into a seat in the back, nodding in acknowledgment to Barkeep once. Her hood was up, and she put her arms on the table. She rested her hand on her cheek, eyes blinking wearily.

Ichika eyed the drink a bit before answering:
”Oh, anything’ll be fine actually. Though for right now I’d like something fried or crispy” the man answered before taking a sip of the drink.
”Oh damnnnnnnnnnnn” the man laughed at the drink before setting it down.
”That is some good stuff right there”

“It’s a classic,” He nodded and turned to the woman who had just entered. “You look familiar. Did you visit the original tavern? Either way it looks like you need a drink.”
(Hinata?)

(Mhm!)
The woman looked up, and nodded slightly.
"Name's Hinata. And that'd be nice. Either a sake, or maybe something stronger."

Barkeep lit up. “Yes! I remember Ms. Hinata. Dark and mysterious in the corner sipping her sake.” He handed her a glass. “Sorry for fangirling. I’m just a fan of your story.”

Hinata gave the Barkeep a small smile, accepting the drink gratefully.
"No, you're quite alright. I'm surprised you remembered me."

"I remember most people, but not by looks, just by stories. My library is currently being expanded and my girlfriend kicked me out because I was being picky with the builders. That's why I'm her right now, to fill the new wing." He sighed and sipped his drink. It had been a while since he'd seen Rose and it was starting to bother him.

Ichika raised a brow at the woman who the Barkeep was interacting with. He laughed at his initial thoughts, taking a sip from the drink in front of him.
The earpiece he had with him started ringing slightly. He reached up to it.
”Sup… yeah, the only tavern here… just walk in, I’m at the counter…” the man said to the person on the call.

A new figure walked in, wearing a rough wooden mask with leaf and flowers on its edges. They were wearing a formal and plain white shirt with folded up sleeves, a navy-colored pair of pants with flat fronts, and a pair of black leather Derby’s. Upon taking off their mask and setting it down, it revealed that they were wearing a rectangular pair of silver edged glasses. They had short and straight chocolate brown hair.
They were also holding an amber Maine Coon, petting it while he was sitting.
”Why out here of all places? We could talk elsewhere” the newcomer said to Ichika before raising his hand, calling the Barkeep.