<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/591f36f3c218069a0bee5284223ab8be/tumblr_mgpbyumLgF1qg22hlo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Spade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15693442#msg15693442)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Bar<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Being the owner<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White dress shirt, navy-blue vest & slacks, a tie that mirrors the ocean and a golden button holding the heart of a star.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Luna, (m) Jehanne, (m) Araxis, Devon, (m) Lucy, Tatiana, Cleo<br/><hr/>The Inn was thriving with excitement and celebration and it filled Spade with the utmost joy to have so many new and familiar faces running around. This was why he had started this venue in the first place – to bring others together and give them somewhere to entertain and relax themselves. He knew what it was like living among mortals. Beings like them needed somewhere they could be free and indulge in themselves without worrying about the consequences of getting caught by a mortal, or accidently destroying a village, or any other odd situation that might have emerged in their unusual lifetimes. As he gazed around the room and studied the newcomers with a subtle look, invisible threads of magical energy whispered into his mind, telling him what he needed to know about them. It was important to stay prepared for anything – even if none of them looked or sounded threatening, there was always the risk of someone disturbing the peace in his quaint and warm establishment. Though, they did not necessarily last long enough to accomplish those feats.<br/><br/>“Hi Luna,” he greeted the genie with a wave and a vibrant grin, glad to see that she had come out of her comfort place to join them. He had not seen her that day even though they shared a room – Luna lived in a gorgeous little box on one of his shelves, protected by arcane influences that were unbreakable to anyone who attempted to sneak inside. He had offered the blue-haired woman her own private room at least a hundred times, but she refused because she was perfectly content where she was. Spade did not mind her presence either and he often found it soothing, keeping her close by, especially on those turbulent nights when the magic-sensitive being could not manage a wink of sleep. Luna turned her attention to the others, and he went back to work wiping down the counter, assorting Tatiana’s treats into an appropriate presentation, and keeping an ear open for any sudden disturbances or requests.<br/><br/>It took mere seconds for another disruption to raise calamity throughout the tavern as the faint smell of smoke wafted into Spade’s sensitive nose. He arched a brow and glanced over at the chimney that sat in the center of the Inn and as jade and golden hues inspected the fire. He noticed how it rose and fell intricately as if someone was manipulating it from the outside, or as if welcoming a friend with open arms. There were a handful of beings that he knew were capable of that, but his inquiry was immediately answered when Cleo burst through the room with her fiery coat. Spade’s eyes widened and his smile grew just as large as a child struck by wonder. A phoenix! He had not seen one of her kind in… one? No, two? Maybe three thousand…? Before he let the thoughts about his advancing age wander, his eyes followed her outside until she ended up at the door peeking in. He was about to wave his hand and grant her request for clothing but Araxis got to him first as he was the closest to the admittedly stunning woman. Not only was she a pretty phoenix, but she was also a young one, and he wondered where in the multiverse she had come from as they had always been a rare species.<br/><br/>He couldn’t help but chuckle softly at Jehanne’s reaction to the sudden commotion and to the emergence of so many pretty faces. It was one of the traits that they both shared – the appreciation of beauty especially when it came bundled with a soft face and gentle yet prominent curves. She then talked about going off to her bath again and as Spade had mentioned earlier, her room was already prepared for her. It was decorated to her liking and filled with healing herbs and magical supplies, things to sharpen her weapon, and plenty of storage to place her things or to pick out outfits based on what she wanted to wear. Spade spared no expense or bit of magical power when it came to setting up his guests.<br/><br/>Then there was another disruption and Spade’s magical vibrations rattled off in an unheard frequency as slightly pointed ears raised and he arched a silver brow curiously. This day just seemed to be getting more and more interesting as another unusual figure broke through the barrier, both physically and metaphorically. Another mortal who had reached far beyond the limits that they had been born with to obtain gifts once forbidden to them. Amazing.<br/><br/>“A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Archmage Devon. Thank you for your kind words. You should be proud of yourself, you’re only the third Archmage of your kind to make it here,” he mused with a cheeky grin. His eyes pulsed with their golden rings again, embedded against a verdant backdrop. He shook Devon’s hand, but that moment of contact was all that the mortal would need to know what he was dealing with. Raw, unfiltered power poured from Spade’s magnificent aura – it was as if he had thousands of thin arcane threads extending from his frame and outwards in all directions. His physical visage carried metaphysical weight, pressing down against those bodies incapable of withstanding its mass. The Archmage asked about drinks and he nodded, spinning a glass into the air only for it to land perfectly balanced in his palm and then placing it down in front of him. His other hand twirled the sparkling bottle he plucked from his shelves earlier around his fingers mystically, and the cork popped when he arched it towards the brim of the vessel. He poured the strange liquid into the glass and it sparkled like twinkling stars: upon tasting it, it was a mixture of sweet and slightly bitter, but potent enough to awaken the senses and weave a blazing fire in the pit of one’s belly.<br/><br/>“First one’s on the house,” he said with a wink before his attention diverted again, this time towards the far end of the main lounge where the entertainment section was. He smiled again as he watched Lucy bring herself on stage, fulfilling her duties as lounge singer. It was all she had wanted to do, he remembered she told him, she just wanted to sing and be heard and appreciated. There was no better or more appropriate place for that then the Inn – she had an audience almost every time she went up there and sang her heart out. He listened attentively to the Nephilim’s song and swooned with each syllable and her voice seemed to echo throughout every room of the mystical establishment. Araxis and Cleo conversed off to one side before the phoenix ran off to listen to Lucy’s song before he could offer her anything. That wasn’t good, he hadn’t introduced himself yet either! Being the polite and dedicated owner that he was, he made it a mission to go over and introduce himself to make himself known. But first, he watched Tatian’s lovely expression when he complimented the delicious treats, she had made for them. He loved making his employees feel cherished and appreciated when they poured their hearts and souls into their creations just to keep his happy little establishment running. She leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips – he returned the gesture with a satisfied murmur. He had almost forgotten about the after-effects of her funnel cake until her kiss heightened the intensity of the spell, forcing him to lick his lips slowly again. He had to fight the craving to kiss, for now, until he made sure his phoenix guest was comfortable.<br/><br/>With a graceful bow, he excused himself from behind the bar and made his way over to where Cleo had sat herself down. He listened to Lucy sing for another couple of moments before a long finger tapped at the woman’s shoulder lightly. He grinned proudly and offered a small bow of his head as he introduced himself, those enchanting orbs taking in the sight of her being hugged by Araxis’ jacket deliciously. “Hi, I’m sorry to interrupt your listening. I’m Spade, the owner and bartender. I like introducing myself to my guests personally. If there’s anything you need, please just let me know. It has been so long since I’ve seen one of your kind, Miss…?” he admitted with a low laugh. He then turned his gaze back towards the stage so he could watch Lucy some more, in case Cleo did indeed want something or had any questions to ask him. “She’s talented, isn’t she?” he complimented as he sighed dreamily: almost as if to match his mood, the entire venue dimmed and floating unlit candles appeared to add some additional warmth, a light breeze rattled against the windows, and the air seemed to feel and taste pleasant, rich and comforting aromas wafting leisurely around his employees and patrons.<br/>