Blood & Magic: Murphy's Tavern
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				Title: <strong>Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>21-02-2012, 07:46:54</strong>
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				Blood &amp; Magic: Interest and Recruitment (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132044.msg5866553#msg5866553)<br>Blood &amp; Magic: OOC (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132611.msg5897417#msg5897417)<br>Blood &amp; Magic: Character Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897461#msg5897461)<br>Blood &amp; Magic: Reedland (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132617.msg5897564#msg5897564)<br>Blood &amp; Magic: Gas Station (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132620.msg5897613#msg5897613)<br><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong><span style="font-family: Impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">Blood &amp; Magic</span></span></strong></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/Outside.jpg)</div><br>The Murphys were amongst some of the original settlers in town. In the 1940’s, Sam’s father built Murphy’s Tavern by hand. The large wooden building sits three stories high with large yellow chipped letters in front proudly announcing “Murphy’s Tavern.” The woodsy décor is accompanied by May’s womanly gardening touch, supplying fresh plants inside and out.<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/BottomFloor.jpg)</div><br>Stairs lead up to the front door, which swings inward directly to the dining space. A large sign points to the check in area to the left. You would go here for checking in or to be seated in the dining area. There are two dining areas. The one in front of the check in area is the smallest. It backs up to the kitchen and is on the same side as the two bathrooms. The other dining area, a comfortable fireplace sitting area, and bar is to your right.<br><div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/Dining.jpg)</div><br>Sam is a woodworker and all the wooden objects inside Murphy’s Tavern are of his own creation. The wooden tables, chairs, bar, and barstools are all products of his creativity. There are intricate designs carved into the railing leading upstairs to the bedrooms, the first of which is Aryanna’s bedroom. Her door is a complex and elaborately carved work of art featuring fairies, unicorns, and all kinds of mystical creatures.<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/Bar.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/barstools.jpg)</div><br>Walking up a flight of 3 more stairs gets you to the first floor of hotel bedrooms. All bedrooms feature either a queen size bed or twin beds. Roll away beds can be rented for an upcharge. Each room is fairly identical, as are most hotel rooms. The queen size bedrooms exhibit a purple theme, desk and chair, television, phone, and bathroom. There isn’t a mini-fridge or in room movies. We aren’t in the Four Seasons. It’s very simple here. The twin bedrooms possess a multicolor theme, table and chair, television, phone, and bathroom. Oddly enough, room service can be ordered. To make a long distance call, the operator must be dialed and a credit card used. Walk up the second flight of stairs and the third floor looks almost identical to the second floor of the building.<br><br><br><br><div align="center">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/SecondFloor.gif)&nbsp; (http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/ThirdFloor-1.gif)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>21-02-2012, 23:11:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7190/6918329441_71dc17c694_s.jpg) </div> <strong>Name: Todd Williams</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Race: Witch</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location: Murphy’s Tavern </strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Time: Day 1, Evening</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged: Leona, anyone</strong><br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Todd leant his forehead against the glass window of John Carter’s office and looked over the city. 30 stories up gave a nice view not that he was particularly interested in the view. Without turning his head, “You’re sending me to Utah?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The rich cultivated voice of John Carter answered him. “Yes.” To the human world John Carter was a investment consultant but to Todd and the other Moryth he was the Regional Director and thus his boss. “To Reedland which is so small you blink driving trough it and you have missed it. To join an agent Leona Smith as her new partner.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You sum it up quite accurately.”&nbsp; Todd turned and looked at him, oddly enough he always reminded Todd of that actor James Mason. Not a lot was known about John Carter, that he was English was evident by his accent, unfailingly polite and well mannered and always impeccably dressed.&nbsp; Other than that it was just rumour although Todd some times suspected that he was transferred from England for some dark sin.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“So why this dump and why her?” Carter regarded him steadily as he asked the question before he answered. “Her as your call your new partner because you need the balance of experience and grounding that she has. As for the dump because we have obtained information that the Archons have an interest in the town.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That was interesting, “So what are the spooky fangs up to there?” Carter sighed, “If we knew that we would hardly have to send you would we. The only information we have is that it may have something to do with the mine.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Todd laughed, “Let me guess she is a Earth witch.” Carter gave him a nod as Todd continued, “Figures if there is a mine involved. So when do I leave?” Then Carter smiled and looked at his watch. “I had a bag packed for you, the greyhound leaves in a hour?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“A greyhound, no flight or car?” Todd asked looking puzzled. “No, they check the flights, car rental as a matter of course just as we do. The Greyhound is anonymous and agent Smith will have a vehicle. Now I suggest you get a move on.”<br><br><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So here he was in the pimple on God’s arse which was apt because his own backside was sore from the 3-day journey by Greyhound and hitched rides. Todd picked up his menu and studied it, what shall he have for his evening meal.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then it was up to his room for a long soak in the bath wash away the stains and aches of travel. Mind made up he ordered and then leaned back with a glass of wine. His new partner was due to arrive today and other than her name Todd knew little about her.<br>Things could be interesting or a pain, it depended on what kind of agent she was.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 06:10:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/2cs8hew.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Elise Mauvais</span></em></span><br>Murphy's Tavern; Outside<br>Day 0, Night<br>Tagged: Todd Williams<br><br><br><hr>Tip-toeing oh-so-silently atop the roof of Murphy's Tavern was a very peculiar sight, though it was one for no one to behold due to the drunken stupor of all bellow and the silence of the surrounding town. The light skin on her arms, face and bare back glowed in the moonlight, dark hues of and around her eyes making the girl seem almost like an apparition. Lace was all that covered the thin body as it continued to twirl and swirl upon the very tip of that roof with no concern for the ground so far bellow. So balanced, so precise in her movements; not a single flaw in what seemed like a ballerina's step. How was that possible? How did she even get up there? It's not like anyone was asking these questions, no, for they could not see her. Oh, but what a graceful sight that would have been, no? For the moment anyway.<br><br>Then, senses flared, hair ruffling under nonexistant winds. Her nose twitched, eyes darkened. A deep, deep breath. Yes, what a smell, what a lovely smell indeed. But where from? There. A farm, further off towards the town. Too curios a girl was she not to investigate, or, rather, hope that there was something left for her. Pressing a foot forward on the edge of her little rooftop dwelling, she suddenly found the dirt below her soft, black heels, footsteps unseen as she walked, quite leisurely, to the outskirts of the farm.<br><br><em>"Où êtes-vous mon petit monstre?"</em><br><br>Step by step she crept forward, to the side of the small farmhouse, peeking in through what she believe was the kitchen window.<br><br><em>"Quelle honte! Oh, it seems I'm too late. Tch. So alluring yet so unsatisfying."</em> Sucking softly at her right canine, the girl continued to peer in at the grotesque image inside, unable to help herself from pressing her nose softly to the glass, teeth dipping into her bottom lip. Whoever had paid this family a visit must have greatly enjoyed himself. After a few moments she let out a wistful sigh and turned, choosing to make her way back to the Tavern. There was nothing she could do- she was not one to mess with a good thing- so she chose to suppress her lust and return to her dance atop the tavern, wondering if the teen inside ever heard her movements.<br><br><hr>Murphy's Tavern; Fireplace<br>Day 1, 6:25<br><br>Leaned against the wall with a book in her lap and a wine glass in her left hand, Elise Mauvais allowed her eyes and mind to wander about the room, having lost interest in her reading, now craving some attention. The dark liquid in her glass moved as her wrist slowly twisted, plump dark lips shaping the words to an old French lullaby. Why was this place so dull right now?<br><br>Outside, she could hear the sound of tire over dirt and gravel, tar, and back to dirt. She knew exactly where the officer was headed, allowing a feint smile to waiver upon her lips. But she forced the thought out of her mind. Why dream of what you can't have, right? If she had been so inclined she could have finished shredding those poor souls last night, but she just wasn't that type of girl, and she wasn't about to start being one.<br><br>A distraction, that was what she needed. There, a man, sitting lonesome at a table, studying his menu. Who might this be? A discreet sniff of the air answered 'what' he might be, causing a quite laugh to bubble up from the depth's of her throat. What could this little witch be doing all the way out here?<br><br><em>"You're a little far from home, are you not, mon cher?"</em> Deep eyes flickered over him, not particularly caring if her voice had been heard. Of course, who knew if he could tell her from the rest of the flock-probably not. <em>"I've never seen you in these parts."</em> Three-hundred years had made her accent very slight, almost so that one had to listen for it to actually hear it. Her voice flowed dramatically and fluidly, quite enticing to the untrained ear, quite a trick to the understanding mind.<br><br>She stood from her spot, flattening out the dark lace that just barely stretched down her thighs. The matching, thin robe cover her back and arms, resting slightly lower than the dress, but a great bit more translucent. Regardless of how hard she tried, the entwining design could never shake her grasp; one could drop dead before seeing her in a pair of jeans (quite a laugh would have resulted, had she thought this in that exact moment). Replacing the glass of dark liquid to her right hand, it was held just below the rim by her fingertips as she walked across the room, in no hurry to refill her glass, or wait for an answer from the man, for that matter. At the bar, she picked up the green-glassed bottle that awaited her, dipping the lip forward, allowing its remnants to pool in her empty glass. She then brought that lip to her own, taking up the last few drops that rested there.<br><br><em>"Exquis,"</em> she murmured as the glass found its way back to the bar top. She turned once more, and leaned back, almost oblivious to the fact that she had even tried to make conversation with anyone else as she began, once more, to softly sing that old lullaby.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Syberfang</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 07:05:31</strong>
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				(http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/syberfang/duh.jpg)<br><strong>Name: Michael T. Corbin<br>Current Race: Human<br>Location: Murphey's Tavern<br>Time: Day 1, Night<br>Remaining Funds: 1200 dollars</strong><br><br>Michael scratched his head as he entered the tavern. It was quite spacious, not what he had expected at all. However the bar itself was also a lot smaller than he had anticipated.&nbsp; He sighed and walked up to the counter, "Excuse me miss, how much for a room?" He said to the old woman at the counter. She looked up at him with a smile that could melt stone. She resonated with an aura of kindness, to be honest it creeped him out.<br><br>"Hello deary," She said greeting him as he aproached the booth "How long will you be staying with us?" Michael sighed at remembering just how long he would be staying here. <br><br>"A week," He said with a sigh.<br><br>"just a single than?" She asked rhetorically.<br><br>"yes"<br><br>"well our usual rates are 89.79 per night plus tax, and for 7 nights this brings us to 725 dollars and 9 cents. cash or credit?" she said with a smile. With reluctance he reached in his back pocket and pulled out his wallet sliding over his credit card.<br><br>"Credit" He stood there leaning against the desk his headache was starting to form into a full blown migraine now. This was not a vacation he had hoped for, but he kept telling himself to make the best of it. He realized just how much he stood out from the rest of the people here. He was in a designer suit, with&nbsp; his hair short and well kept. 'Yeah defiantly going to get mugged' He thought to himself, as he saw the sidelong stares from people within the tavern. He heard a voice as his attention was brought back to the woman holding his card out to him.<br><br>"Thank you sir," she said warmly "You room is Room 2" She said pointing at the key that had the engraved number two on it "It is up the flight of stairs and third door on your left," She nodded to him with that creepy smile of hers.<br><br>"Thank you" He said slipping the key into his pocket, grabbed his luggage, and headed up the wooden stairs to his room. <br><br>Within minutes he found himself at the bar ordering a beer. The stares of the room around him made him feel like he was wearing a stupid hat that he couldn't take off. He couldn't help but notice the art work, that was the furniture around him, stood out like a pacifist in the military. It was calming as he took in the room. He began to think about what would become of Coel, his famous book character, but the thought of work at the moment sent sheering pain into his head. He paid the 3.50 for the beer and started to drink it as if it was water. Perhaps in the morning he could take a look around the town and figure out exactly what it had to offer, but at the moment he felt very confident in drinking his troubles away. So he let himself disappear in the bottle and the music that played in the background. However trying to ignore his stomach growling wasn't working, when he remembered it had been 14 hours since he last had food. Within seconds his nose found it's way into the menu.<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 20:58:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/A8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aryanna Murphy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897479#msg5897479)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Michael Corbin<br><br>Aryanna sighed audibly, readjusting her waist apron and hoisting the heavy container of dirty dishes onto her hip. She made her way through the swinging kitchen door and dropped the container off with the dish washer. She swiftly caught her cleaning rag before it hit the floor, having slipped from the belt of her apron. She stuffed it back at her side and continued on to the steam table where the prepared food waited.<br><br>Flinching slightly, Ary gritted her teeth as she placed a fairly hot dish on her left bare forearm. She balanced the plate as she handed another plate to her left hand. She glanced up at Sam who was hard at work shouting out orders to his kitchen staff. She shook her head amusingly at Sam's red face. Sam was the man and the paternal figure she had grown up with; not to mention one of the most gentle men a person will ever meet. Sam caught her eye and gave her a wink of acknowledgement. Giggling, she saluted Sam before picking up a dish in her right hand and heading back out the swinging kitchen door.<br><br>Oh, but it was becoming a full house tonight. The miners must have gotten paid for all that over time they had been working. She dropped the plates off at their perspective tables and went about refilling drink glasses. When the man walked in with the fancy suit, Ary couldn’t help herself but stare, then take a quick glance at the woman in the fancy dress. Were they there together? No. That was Elise. She'd been living here a few years. She had a propensity toward fairly old looking dresses. Ary was actually a bit drawn to them, to be honest, though some of the town gossipers liked to talk about how odd Elise is. What was his story as to the fancy clothes? And why was he all the way out here?<br><br>Her open mouthed stare made it to May’s already scolding eyes. Ary closed her mouth, gave a small “I know, I know” smile to May, and then went about busing another table. However, when the man came down a moment later, Ary couldn’t help but make her way to the bar. With a pen in one hand and her order tablet in another, she settled in front of the man. It was a bold move on her part. He was quite sexy and she was ever most shy. A slight blush crept onto her cheeks.<br><br>“Good evening, Sir. Would you like to hear the specials?”<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/LeonaSmith.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Leona Smith (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Todd Williams<br><br>Leona stood just outside the entrance to the tavern, her arms crossed over her chest. Well, that must be him. She stared in at the man sitting by himself at one of the many tables. He was quite handsome in well-manicured sort of way.<br><br>Leona backed up as a couple entered the tavern, screen door screeching. She looked back in to see the woman approach him. Her movements, that slightly pale skin, that anachronistically betraying dress: Vampire!<br><br>She flattened herself against the tavern wall. Here?! What were vampires doing here? Did they know? How could they know? She took a few minutes to calm her breathing. She may not be a vampire. It was merely a hunch after so many years of studying them. She needed to get a hold of herself. She couldn’t betray her order like this. Think of all you’ve worked for?<br><br>Leona pushed herself away from the wall and straightened her clothes. Let’s get this over with. She opened the door and strutted through the dining room, coming to a stop in front of the man she’d been watching so closely from the other side.<br><br>“Mr. Williams, I presume?” She held out her hand, waiting for him to stand and shake.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 22:32:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7190/6918329441_71dc17c694_s.jpg) </div> <strong>Name: Todd Williams</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Race: Witch</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location: Murphy’s Tavern </strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Time: Day 1, Evening</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged: Any</strong><br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Todd looked up as the woman spoke the male part of him registering that she was an attractive, sexy woman. The faint buzz in his mind now he was concentrating on her told the witch part of him exactly what she was. But the big question was, was she a resident Vampire, passer by or one of the spooky fangs? Not that if she was a spooky would she admit it.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Another question was why had she spoken to him, casual conversation or was she playing some kind of game. Vampires liked their games with those they considered lessor. Todd supposed that as the centuries stretched away they had to find something to amuse themselves. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So he answered her in a polite casual way, “No this is my first time here, interesting place. Have you lived here long?” He debated as to the wisdom in getting into conversation with a Vampire when he was uncertain as to her purpose in being there.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The door opened and Mark glanced towards it noting the woman coming in. It seemed that as her face matched the photo he had been shown that his new partner had arrived. She came up to him and held out her hand. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Todd stood taking the hand, “Hello Leona and please Todd.” He gestured with his hand. “Please join me, I have only just ordered.” He pulled out a menu and passed it over to her, “Good trip?” As they where in a public place he was keeping the conversation light and unremarkable. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He felt easier though with her here, less likely for the Vampire to decide that he was a good late light snack.<br>Not that she would do it in front of witnesses but one never knew when a Vampire could lose it and go into blood lust.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Syberfang</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 00:19:31</strong>
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				(http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/syberfang/duh.jpg)<br><strong>Name: Michael T. Corbin<br>Current Race: Human<br>Location: Murphey's Tavern<br>Time: Day 1, Night<br>Remaining Funds: $496.50 </strong><br><br>Michael looked up at the young waitress, she looked remarkably young to be able to work at a place that served alcohol but he pushed it asnowing that in some small places of the world the common law didn't mean anything to them. He scanned over the menu, asking absently what the specials were. I took another drink of his 3 dollar beer. And this point he didn't care to much about what the food tasted like or how much it costed. Only that he was hungry and if he didn't eat something he might die. He thought to himself as the sound of his belly rumbled. He began to blush from embarrassment, much like the girl standing before him.<br><br>As a writer he was honed to catching every detail, so the girls attraction to him was a compliment, however she was to young for him but it always felt nice when someone found him attractive for the way he looked and not his character in his books. It was a good thing that these people either hadn't read his books or taken the time to put two and two together. <br><br>He looked up at the small girl after she read him the specials, being as it was his first time here he was uncertain as to what any of it actually tasted like. From the look of the lighted faces around the room they had seemed to enjoy their meals. Whats the worst that could happen, he thought to himself. Well it could always be poison that knocked him unconscious, and when he woke the cute girl in front of him, could be chopping him up into pieces to recycle into food. He suddenly felt himself loosing his appetite. He breathing became labored, the hot air pushing through his nostrils, and back in again. 'Calm down, just because you can see every outcome, doesn't mean it's going to happen" he thought and with a mental slap he put on his best fake smile. The one he practiced to use on interviews photo shoots and so on.&nbsp; <br><br>"What do you suggest?" He asked looking up at the teen waitress.
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				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 01:55:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/2cs8hew.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><em>Elise Mauvais</em></span></span><br>Vampire<br>Murphy's Tavern<br>Day 1, Night<br>Tagged: Todd Williams; Leona Smith<br><br><hr><br>Eyes were on her; someone in the room. Of course, some of the old miners cast their glances about the woman. She had a certain look to her and she knew it, but she was never one to flaunt it around. Then again, what vampire didn't acquire a keen sense of beauty and style about them? It's hard to lure the unforeseeing into the darkness if you look like a dirty old hag. And with eternity in your hands, wouldn't you at some point learn to make yourself look at least half decent? Then again, it seemed most vampires discriminated when it came to choosing their prey. If they weren't visually pleasing, they didn't want them. The only exceptions were starvation and insane blood lust, both rarely seen.<br><br>The train of thought had run well past the station, as per usual with this one. What had spawned those thoughts? Ah, yes. Eyes. <em>"Quite long, yes,"</em> she spoke softly, a reference to her actual life span as eyes seemed to daze in thought once more. She pulled away. <em>"But here? Just a few months. The air is... Enticing."</em> What did that mean? Who knew. Perhaps she liked the outdoors, though it could be doubted by her chosen attire. Then, a woman stepped through the doors, disturbing their conversation. A pout formed on the girl's plump lips as she eyed this étranger. Though, in these parts, who wasn't one? However, there was something strange about this woman. Another witch, quite obviously (were they all congregating here? For what?). But she seemed a bit off balance.<br><br>Peering into her eyes just a moment before this... Leona had blinked; she chuckled, always enjoying that little memory jump, especially when she only had to go back a few seconds, rather than years. The woman was afraid of her! Ha! Oh, what a witch. She wasn't even sure of whether Elise was an actual vampire or not and she was afraid. <em>"Poor soul,"</em> she cooed, just in earshot of the couple. <em>"So frail, so... Simple. What a shame."</em> She licked her upper lip, making it seem as if she had planned on attacking the girl but had changed her mind, quite disappointed. And yet, being the Queen of Games, as was her little pet name, she had to glance back as she turned away, speaking barely audibly enough for the witches to hear. <em>"And yet... Maybe for a light snack later on... Oui, un casse-croûte."</em> With a decisive nod she made her way to table on the other side of the room. <br><br>Her back was slightly to the two, but turned enough so the side of her face could be seen. She chose to cast lingering glances at the woman, merely to allow her fear to bubble, to threaten and prod at her ever-so-slightly. Of course, she had no intention of acting upon this jest; it was a simple ploy for some entertainment on her end. Her mind, however, stayed curiously on the man- Todd, was it? Yes. He was young, barely thirty. He looked almost like a magician. What tricks might he have up his sleeves?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 06:47:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/A8.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/LaurieJohnson2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aryanna Murphy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897479#msg5897479)<br>Laurie Johnson (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Michael Corbin<br><br>For a moment there, it almost seemed as if the fancy man was apprehensive about something, his nostrils flaring. But almost as quickly as it came, it went, and was replaced with a warm smile. The concern on Ary’s face went away quickly as well, returning his smile. <br><br>“Oh I recommend the beef brisket pot roast. It’s our specialty. With a side of the dumplins, mashed potatoes, and vegetables. You a choice of cornbread or biscuits with that…” She glanced over to see her best friend, Laurie, flounce into the dining area, look around, and upon sighting her, begin striding in her general direction. “I’ll go get you a glass of water while you’re deciding,” Ary said a bit distractedly.<br><br>“Who is that hunk you’re servin, Ary?” Laurie caught up with her at the drink dispenser.<br><br>“I know! Isn’t he the hottest guy you’ve ever seen?” Ary asked almost dreamily.<br><br>“Well? Have you made a move or anything?” Her friend asked her.<br><br>“Laurie! He’s like a hundred years older than me!” Ary exclaimed.<br><br>“Well fine, then. If you’re not gonna, I might as well!” And with that, Laurie turned on a heel, a determined look on her face, and bounced right up to him. She flopped on a barstool next to him.<br><br>“Well hello there, Handsome. And what’s your name?” Laurie began nibbling on a bar nut as seductively as she could manage.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/LeonaSmith.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Leona Smith (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Todd Williams<br><br>Leona smiled politely at the man and took her seat, palming the menu offered her. She stilled, however, as the woman spoke. So she <em>was</em> a vampire. Her anger was renewed, boiling to the surface, wishing desperately to overflow and take its vengeance. As it did with every vampire with which she came in contact. She could take this bitch. She obviously underestimated her…<br><br>Calm. She closed her eyes and sat for a moment, focusing on nothing but her breathing. Think of your Order. Think of the humans. Calm. When she opened her eyes, she had once again regained control of her emotions. She glanced at the menu as if she’d been studying it the whole time, then turned toward the man.<br><br>“The trip was long. I got here yesterday, however. I’ve already gotten our rooms. You just need to check in. How was your trip?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Syberfang</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 07:16:26</strong>
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				(http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/syberfang/duh.jpg)<br><strong>Name: Michael T. Corbin<br>Current Race: Human<br>Location: Murphey's Tavern<br>Time: Day 1, evening<br>Remaining Funds: $493.00 <br>Tagged: Laurie Johnson</strong><br><br>Listening to the young girl describe the food almost made him lick his lips, but assuming how inappropriate that would have been his mind took the better of him. He looked for the picture on the menu, flipping through it trying to see what this little piece of heaven must have looked like. It was perfect every hungry mans dream.&nbsp; Of course not really most men dream of women and power, though there are a few who dream about beef brisket pot roasts. Just thinking about it excited him again he looked up to order that but it had appeared the waitress ahd already left. He ordered another beer and tried to recall what she had said. Man he was thirsty, he thought to himself taking a swing from the glass bottle in front of him. <em>Water!</em> Thats what she said. <em>she needed water</em> He sighed. He thought it was a bit strange why she would let him no why she was leaving, but hey he wasn't going to stop her. <br><br>He smiled keenly at himself, proud that his memory wasn't all bad. He took another drink of his beer. This time a much larger one than before. This was strange he had never seen beer change color before. Nor did his beer move. Nor did it speak to him, especially not words like <br><br>"Well hello there, Handsome." He put the beer down and stared at girl in front of him. Who was coming on to him very strongly. He figured it was more likely that he was fresh meet, but he found no harm in indulging her in her curiosity. Though he was unsure of her age, but he knew she had to be still a teen. Just his luck, he shook his head.<br><br>"Michael Corbin" He said with his hand out.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 22:10:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/16718y9.jpg)</div><strong><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Lyguardia Fen (Iggy)</span></span></em></strong><br>Location: County Road 923; Reedland, Utah; Murphy's Tavern<br>Time: Day 1, Evening<br>Tagged:Oyohusa Adawehi<br><br><hr><br>There was something bothering the man, she could tell from the moment her eyes had set upon his figure; his last few words confirmed it. It was rare, these days, for people to simply state such a fact. Or maybe she thought it was rare because she wouldn't dare to even think about such a thing, let alone make others aware of it. Whatever the case, she shrugged the thought away. She knew all too well the repercussions of questioning a person about their past, especially a person who endlessly forced themselves to forget it. Somewhat loosening the apparent death grip she had on the handles of her duffel bag, Iggy breathed deep before releasing a long, silent sigh, eyes opening back up to the world after a short nod (a trick she had acquired at a monastery in northern Texas).<br><br>Wondering why the man had stopped to stare up at the building, she chose to do the same, standing beside him with a scrunched up nose- her trademark for frivolous thought. "Murphy's, huh? Must be family own," she shrugged. Her faced turned to him with a bright smile, finger flicking at the feather in his hair while her body moved forward. "Come on, FeatherTail! Let's get inside. I'm dying to get away from having to spend another night out in the desert." <em>Hmm... FeatherTail. I think I've got a nickname for this man.</em> A chuckle and a head shake and the tavern door opened.<br><br>Now, the woman had known her body craved food; it had told her. Growling stomach, a little bit of squish off the thighs. All obvious signs toward the need for food. However, what she didn't know was how much she needed that food. The second the warmth hit her face and the grand breeze of freshly cooked food wafted in-- oh, she just died. "Hallelujah!" She couldn't help but laugh loudly as her butt found one of the wooden chairs, duffle bag set beside the table in a manner that would allow her constant monitoring of it (her feet rested atop the bag, crossed at the ankles in sheer comfort). Positiveness that she had received several strange looks from those around her didn't change the woman's demeanor at all. A menu now in her hands, she peered down at it, looking for the most home-cooked-styled item in there; she may be a lady, but anyone could tell by her cowboy hat and worn boots that she worked hard, and hard work meant good grub.<br><br>As she expected Oyohusa to have seated himself across from her, she chose to converse with the man, eyes still glued to the menu.<br><br>"So what brings you to good ole Reedland, Utah, FeatherTail?" A smirk at the now-in-use nickname.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 23:56:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7190/6918329441_71dc17c694_s.jpg) </div> <strong>Name: Todd Williams</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Race: Witch</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location: Murphy’s Tavern </strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Time: Day 1, Evening</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged: Any</strong><br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Todd watched the interplay between Elise and Leona, his eyes flickering between them. It was obvious that Leona was not a great fan of Vampires and yet it seemed at Elise wanted to push it. Then again vampires did like their little games. And they did have excellent far superior to human hearing.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So quietly so that a human would not hear but Elise could, “The mighty redwood lives for hundreds of years and then along comes an chainsaw and it is gone. Such a shame when something that has lived so long is no longer around.” She could take it as a warning, a threat or a simple amusing comment. But Todd wanted to try and dampen down any catfight between the two women.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then he turned and smiled at Leona, “Yes thank you I have already booked into the room you reserved.” Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a wallet and slid it across to Leona. “You are now a Utah State Historic Preservation Officer, congratulations of your new job.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He turned his head and smiled as the waitress came over with his order, “My friend has joined me could you please take her order.” Once that had been done he started to eat as he continued. “Tomorrow we can go out to the mine, they I believe have been told we are coming.” He kept on glancing at Elise to keep an eye on her, not that it was a hardship she was an attractive woman.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I presume you got the same information as I did, not that it is all the truth. Our ever so polite boss likes to keep his cards to his chest.”<br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>25-02-2012, 18:24:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/elfi9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Oyohusa Adawehi (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5898522#msg5898522)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Iggy, Todd, Leona, Elise, &amp; Ary<br><br><hr><br>The native is lost in his thoughts about the reason he has been guided to this place and at the presence of vampires and other more than normal beings. When his attractive companion flicks the feather hanging down from his hair under his hat he snaps out of his trance like state. A genuine all be it small crosses his lips but still cannot brighten the darkness in his eyes. The nickname she bestows on him broadens the smile slight and warms a part of him that has been cold for a very long time. It is not the name in and of its self but rather the simple fact that this beautiful young woman actually thinks enough of him to give him such a name. As she moves on towards the tavern he is just a step behind her.<br><br>Once inside the building Oyohusa stops to look around. The interior is nice with all the wood working and the smells coming from the kitchen serve to remind him that he has not eaten all day. He however needs to identify the vampires present before he can settle down for a meal. Due to the spell that gives him his ability to always sense and know vampires for what they are his eyes are drawn almost immediately to a slender long haired brunet wearing black lace. She is definitely a vampire and thus requires keeping an eye on, she however does not show any of the signs indicating that she was one of the monsters that slaughtered over 300 people, the entire population of a small settlement on a reservation. There is only one survivor as he had been out in the wilderness that night. That man now stands in this obscure out of the way tavern and the lovely young Iggy has taken to calling him Feathertail. Seeing that this female vampire is not one of the ones he is hunting he continues to search the gathered people for other vampires or those other supernatural beings he senses. He has found that a side effect of his spell is that he can sense more than just the undead, but it is only them that he can identify what they are.<br><br>As Feathertail searches the room his eyes finally come to rest on a couple, a man and a woman seating together at a table. It is his detection ability that first singles them out to him, but he realizes that their difference is much like his own. They use magic his own use of magic allows him to recognize it in them. He does not seem them as a different race from humans but like himself simply to be gifted or highly dedicated humans. Neither of them are dressed in the same fashion as the locals and wonders what has brought them to this place. Then he again remembers his vision and the girl that did not end in the manner of her being a victim and he wonders if they too have been drawn here for some reason and what part the girl plays in it.<br><br>Oyohusa begins to search the tavern employees as the girl had been serving the customers in his vision. He finally spots her at the bar. As soon as his eyes rest of the young waitress his jaw drops open in shock. She is hitting his radar the same as a still living child of a vampire he encountered once nearly three years before. The most shocking thing though is she also registers on his sense as someone with a potential for magic but she shows no signs of actually using magic.<br><br>After a moment of staring at the dark haired waitress the native closes his mouth as he recovers from his shock. So that is why Wolf has guided him here. But what is he supposed to do now that he has found the girl? He decides that for now he will just stay and observe the girl and probably protect her should anyone or anything try to harm her. He leans the shaft of his spear on the wall near the entrance and finally walks the rest of the way into the main dining area. He removes his backpack resting on the floor leaning against a leg of the table where Iggy is setting. He then sets in the chair across from her just in time to hear her question to him. Before answering her question he catches the young waitress’ eye and gestures for her to come over.<br><br>”Wolf gave me a vision clearly showing me this place. When she does that it means she wants me in that place for some reason. I have yet to learn why she wants me here.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>25-02-2012, 18:25:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/A8.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/LaurieJohnson2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aryanna Murphy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897479#msg5897479)<br>Laurie Johnson (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br>May Murphy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Michael Corbin<br><br>"Michael Corbin," the named rolled off Laurie's tongue. She was going for honey, but it most likely sounded more like cheese. She grasped his hand in her own small one and gave it a little shake. Not letting go of his hand, she leaned in closer and was about to ask a most naughty question, when May intervened.<br><br>"Laurie Cumorah Johnson," May's gentle but stern voice rang out. May's 'discipline voice', like all older women somehow managed to do, seemed as though it came from the Heavens, while no one but yourself and those close could actually hear. "I believe that is about enough prying for today. Run along now, child," the last word was slightly emphasized as she nodded in Laurie's direction.<br><div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/MayMurphy.jpg)</div><br>Laurie scowled slightly at the woman, gave a huff, but responded with, "Yes, M'am," before going to sit at an empty two seater table by the wall. May motioned for Ary to bring the water to her. Ary, who had been watching the whole thing with wide eyes, now felt slightly like a cowled animal as she scooted toward May. Laurie was forever getting her in trouble with Mama. May, however, didn't seem the slightest perturbed with her and for that, Ary was relieved. She dropped off the water with May and went to take the orders from a different table as May asked.<br><br>May turned back to Michael. "I apologize, young man. I've not a clue what has gotten into the young girls of this town. Now, tell me, what will Michael Corbin have for dinner?" She paused and gave him a small knowing wink. "Yes, I know who you are. What? An old lady can't indulge herself in a bit of mystery every now and then? But tell me, dear, what has you all the way out here?"<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/LeonaSmith.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Leona Smith (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Todd Williams<br><br>Leona fingered the new wallet. How many times over the years had she done this? And yet the small thrill of it never got old. She looked up as the waitress approached.<br><br>"Oh, the chicken please," the waitress waited as Leona opened the menu and pointed, "Grilled, with the steamed vegetables." Leona was eating light, having had quite a heavy lunch at the old mom and pop restaurant down the street. She swore she could still feel the grease coating her fingers.<br><br>She placed her new wallet in the back pocket of her jeans and readjusted the straps on her black top. The summer was warmer here than she was used to in New York. At least they weren't in the tropics. She recollected her romp through the jungle one summer in search of an artifact and almost groaned out loud. The man, Todd, was talking again. Leona wasn't sure how she felt about working with another partner so soon after Roger's death. Her eyes were clouded in sadness for a moment as they met Todds. His eyes were mysterious but she felt they were kind as well. It reassured her a bit and knowing that their American boss liked and trusted him helped quite a bit.<br><br>"I did get the same information. And a bit more that I will be sharing when it's a bit more private," Leona motioned with a slight head bob in the direction of Elise. Leona had just gotten a package that morning with the real directive inside, not the one they were told. She had been on enough of these journeys before to know that's generally how they handled the most important of missions.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Name:</strong> Aryanna Murphy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897479#msg5897479)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Todd Williams and Leona Smith<br><br>Ary tugged at the black waist apron, smoothing it and her shirt, before walking to the steam table for the fortieth time that night. She picked up two plates, one of them grilled chicken and vegetables, and walked back out to the table with the well dressed man and woman. She sat the dishes in front of the perspective consumers.<br><br>"Can I get you all anything else at the moment?" Ary asked, a pleasant smile playing about her innocent face. She looks up in time to see a Native American man walk into the dining area. The man had an actual flippin spear! What the hell? Murphys sure was getting its full of cast and characters in here tonight. The new man sat at a table and motioned him over. Ary gave him a wave to let him know that she'd seen him and would be over as soon as she could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 06:25:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/2cs8hew.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Elise Mauvais</span></em></span><br>Murphy's Tavern<br>Day 1, Night<br>Tagged: <br><br><br><hr><br>A roll of the eyes plainly showed she wasn't threatened by either comment, though... She couldn't help but smile faintly at this Todd fellow. His confidence was quite amusing, so she took his comment in a humorous manner, rather than a threatening one. The little witch could take care of herself, she was sure. So what if the girl wanted to play around a bit? It kept her entertained and happy, whatever that was. Happiness hadn't graced her presence in a couple centuries now, so this crude play was all she really had for now. Oh, but her books helped, of course. Where was that damned thing? Standing and glancing around, she almost seemed like she had lost interest in the two- that is, until she walked right past them towards the fireplace that threatened to eat her precious stories, a dangerous tone in her playful voice. It was quite low, but just audible enough for the couple at the table.<br><br><em>"So silly to think you can hide anything around me, ma petite fille bête."</em> During her statement, she had bumped the waitress in front of them; a mere distraction, but it did its job, a warm, apologetic smile erasing any trouble she may have caused. And there was her precious, leather-bound book! <em>"Aha, mon livre! Comment pourrait je vous quitter?"</em> Now nestled tightly against her bosom, coincidentally causing her breasts to rise slightly upward, though not in too revealing a fashion, she seated herself back beside the raging fire, enjoying its merciless flares.<br><br>Another one. Eyes traced from the two witches seated together to the door. Another one? "Halleluja!" Well that's definitely not the witch; far too loud to even be considered as one. Though the woman did catch Elise's gaze for a moment. Strange, she seemed. The moment came and passed as another stepped through the door. Now that is the witch. Eyes moving, she counted. One, two, three... Three and a half. The little town was beginning to get much more interesting, giving Elise more of a reason to stay longer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 06:58:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/16718y9.jpg)</div><strong><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Lyguardia Fen (Iggy)</span></span></em></strong><br>Location: Murphy's Tavern<br>Time: Day 1, Evening<br>Tagged:Oyohusa Adawehi<br><br><hr><br>What was that, bubbling up deep inside her? It wasn't hunger, no. Sure, she needed food, but hunger wouldn't make sense in this instance. Before he had sat down, Oyohusa had locked onto that little waitress, his jaw dropping as if she had been standing there naked and beckoning him to her. Her rambunctious chattering and menu analyzing had covered up the uncomfortable shift upon witnessing the man's actions. What was so special about this young little thing? She couldn't be more than sixteen or seventeen, so how had she caught his attention so quickly? Having scanned the girl over various times, she just couldn't find the answer. Was she cute? Yes, in that young kind of way, if you were into that. Then again, what man didn't have that little school girl fantasy these days? Well... Maybe not him. He didn't seem the type? So what was it about her tha---<br><br>Jealousy. Something that had long ago fled her path. It was that ridiculous anger and discomfort toward a person who had, nine times out of ten, never wronged or hurt you. That's what jealousy was. There was no reason to feel it towards this young girl, who was simply minding her own business, doing her job. Though, the girl's reaction to dear Feathertail's spear was amusing. <em>See? She's just a sheltered, young girl. Why are you feeling such a stupid thing, anyway?</em> That was a great question. Why was she feeling it? Peering over the menu at the man now seated across from her, Iggy thought. <em>He is good looking, no doubt about that one. But he's... Just a man. A man I met barely an hour ago, nonetheless! So what's so special about him?</em> Maybe it was a gut feeling that something would go spinning far out of her control if she pursued an answer, or maybe she just realized that she had an actual conversation with another human being in almost two months; either way, something stopped these thoughts, and she was much more comfortable that way.<br><br>"She did, huh?" A nod of understanding was given as the menu was replaced to the table. A wrinkled nose was used to cover up the glance at the young waitress, guessing she was the one in the vision. No point in asking if she knew the answer, right? Or so that green monster grumbled, disregarding her attempts to push it away. Either way, she did not press the matter, simply stating, "I hope your vision brings a fruitful ending." Since she had never had one, she couldn't really think of anything to say. The strange hallucinations she had endured gave her a glimpse of what a vision may be, but those came in smoke she unknowingly inhaled, not smoke she saw a picture in. Plus, maybe visions weren't the best thing around her, since the only ones she ever saw were of those tortured, mangled...<br><br>It felt like all the air had crept out of her lungs; all the saliva had evaporated from her mouth; all the feeling had left her body. No. She would not give into those thoughts. Not here. Not now. Not before this kind, handsome gentleman. Not in this packing dining room. With a rough swallow and a meager smile, she stood, pointing to an item on the menu to indicate for him to order for her if the waitress returned before she did. "'Scuse me," she managed to choke out before retreating to a restroom. Looking in the mirror, her face had paled quite a few shades and her body quivered slightly. A quick sip from the faucet and the splash of cold water on her face slowly snapped her away from a dreadful nightmare. Practicing that favored breathing technique for a few seconds allowed Iggy to calm down and throw a bright smile onto her face. <em>Gone. Those mem-- thoughts are gone.</em><br><br>She flicked at that solo feather once more as she walked past Feathertail to return to her seat. "Miss me?" she cooed, as if nothing had happened.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Syberfang</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 11:56:34</strong>
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				(http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/syberfang/duh.jpg)<br><strong>Name: Michael T. Corbin<br>Current Race: Human<br>Location: Murphey's Tavern<br>Time: Day 1, evening<br>Remaining Funds: $490.00 <br>Tagged: May Murphey</strong><br><br>"Television." He said answering the question coming from the old lady who gave him the creeps earlier, about what is causing kids to act up. When Michael was a child Television wasn't a big deal. VHS's were to expensive, not to mention the VHS player itself. Besides Cable wasn't what it was today. No, Michael found his comfort in that of literature. It's what inspired him to be a writer. He dreamed of the day that a boy his age would be sitting in a bed with a flashlight in his mouth, just to find out what happened in the next chapter. That dream however was taken from him, with the invention of the DVD player. He couldn't even begin to talk about his disdain for television. Eventually him and writers like him would cease to exist. All because he didn't write about dragons, or Vampires. His writing age just kept getting older and older."I'm sorry if i like reality." He found himself saying out loud. He looked up at her apologizing for speaking out loud. It just frustrated him that he was on T.V. interviews almost monthly, and yet none of the children knew he was.<br><br>His depression didn't get any better when he discovered the only person who had recognized him here was the creepy old lady. He looked at her cockeyed, his recent images flooding back. "Whats in the soup?" He found himself saying almost integrating her. He took another drink and slapped himself mentally again. It was a shame how many times he had to do that. "I'm sorry, thank you for that earlier. I'll have the special, and as for why I'm here. My vehicle broke down just a couple miles down the road, and I'm waiting for the shop. Lovely place you have hear. The sculpture s amazing. Do you mind if i sketch few pieces?" He said wearing his smile.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 20:49:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7190/6918329441_71dc17c694_s.jpg) </div> <strong>Name: Todd Williams</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Race: Witch</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location: Murphy’s Tavern </strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Time: Day 1, Evening</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged: Any</strong><br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Now that was not something you saw every day a man carrying a pig sticker like that. Todd took in the rest of the man’s attire and thought to himself a traditionalist. Although the woman he was sitting with was certainly modern in dress, an interesting combination.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then he turned his attention back to Leona. “You ever find dealing with Mr Carter a bit like peeling an onion. You peel off one layer and yet there is another and another and some how you never get the whole picture?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Todd smiled, there was a twinkle in his eye and humour in his voice as he spoke, “Oh come to my room and see my information and we have only just met. Although Mr Carter did say that I was to be under you I had not realised it was to be in other things as well.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He was testing her, curious as to how she responded to his humour. You could tell a lot about a person watching their reaction to humour he had found.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The waitress arrived with the meal asking if they needed anything else. Todd glanced up at her and then became curious, there was that buzz in his mind that said Vampire but also he was getting the feeling she was a witch, how weird.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then the lady Vampire walked past dropping a comment about them having no secrets from her. Todd watched her retrieve a book and sit herself at the fire. For a moment he wondered how she would react to the fire exploding out of the fireplace and engulfing her.&nbsp; But there where many ways to skin a cat as they say.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Yes, I would like a coffee, Latte if you do one and.” His face twitched as if in a smile. “If you could ask the lady by the fire if she would accept a drink from me and put it on my tab.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>27-02-2012, 06:02:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/imagesqtbnANd9GcTHq2nZ0e5GFwFvau4YvMh6ayAGPBsjKwC5cV3RqPAXCqfGywfVtg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Renair Malcovian (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5898525#msg5898525) <br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Todd, Leona, Elise, Oyohusa, Aryanna, &amp; Iggy<br><br><hr> <br><br>After spending the day sleeping in his BMW convertible parked inside an apparently abandoned barn several miles outside of the small town Renair rouses himself just as the sun is setting. He manages to clean himself up rather well using rain water collected in a barrel and dresses in black designer slacks a white silk ruffled shirt and black velvet jacket of which he turns the collar up. His feet are covered in very expensive Italian black calf skin shoes. He finishes off the ensemble with a black velvet top hat and black lacquered walking stick with an intricately carved silver head piece. He climbs into his car placing the hat and cane on the passenger seat.<br><br>Not at all sure where he is going to go Renair is simply driving on the two lane county road towards the lights of a small town. As he enters the town proper he slows down to a decent speed just so as too not draw too much attention to himself or risk damaging his car. He drives from one end of the town to the other observing everything he passes. Once back in the outskirts he makes an illegal u-turn and returns to the only place that looked mildly interesting to him, Murphy’s Tavern. Parking the BMW he gets a small grin on his face as he climbs out grabbing his hat and walking stick. He places the hat on his head and simply carries the cane climbs the staircase to the entrance of the tavern. Just outside he stops and inhales deeply through his nose checking the scents in the air. His grin broadens into a smile at all the different human scents and that of at least two other vampires. Even the scent of the three witches he finds to be a delightful prospect.<br><br>The darkly attractive androgynous vampire enters and after a quick look around a seat at a table near the fireplace. Once seated he then turns to examining the room and the other people in it. His eyes are just naturally drawn to the very attractive woman and fellow blood sucker dressed as out of place as he is setting not too far away at fireplace. When he catches her eye she receives a playfully mischievous smile as he tilts his hat back just a bit using the silver piece of his walking stick. The next person he focuses on is the tall slender Native American witch. He actually licks his lips as he looks at the copper skinned man as he loves the unique flavor to these proud warriors’ blood and add into it that he is magical too. Oh what a tantalizing delicacy, but being both a member of a race of proud warriors and a witch makes him very dangerous. So he moves on at first skipping over the young girl sharing the native’s table to the table with the male and female witch. He just looks them over, but quickly decides that they are likely just a couple looking to get away from their normal lives for a few days so moves on.<br><br>Renair’s eyes finally settle on the young dark haired waitress and his eyes open wide in shock. She has all the signs of being an unawakened Childe and yet the unmistakable scent of being born a witch as well. He thought the mixing of the two races was impossible. Every time he had tried to turn a witch he/she had died upon ingesting his blood and he has heard that has always been the way of it for as long as there have been the two different races. Oh what he could do with this child. He gets a huge smile on his face thinking about the endless possibilities and especially if he can get her to be one of his followers.<br><br>As Renair is practically drooling over the prospect having a vampire/witch hybrid as a devout follower a scent in the air starts to tickle at his memories. Somebody in here has something familiar about their scent. After looking around the room again but not having any of the faces trigger any more memories he closes his eyes to just focus on the scent to try and remember where it is from. After a few moments it finally hits him. It is from a ranch house in Texas several years ago where he had feast much like he just did the night before. This scent was on/in the house, but not among the victims of his thirst. He opens his eyes to now put a face with the scent triggering fond memories. He finally realizes that it belongs to the woman setting with the Indian witch. This realization triggers another memory of only four years ago and the last time all of his followers and he had all gathered together in one place, an Indian Reservation where the insane “Blood Lust” had fallen on them all and they fell on a small isolated community on the reservation.<br><br><hr><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/elfi9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Oyohusa Adawehi (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5898522#msg5898522)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Iggy, Ary, Elise, &amp; Renair<br><br><hr><br>When the pretty little dark haired waitress waves to him Oyohusa simply nods his acknowledgement of receiving and understanding her signal. So he turns his attention to the very beautiful older girl across the table from him.<br><br>FeatherTail had not noticed the change in Iggy’s expression before setting down and answering her question, but he clearly notices the discomfort she is in shortly after his mention of seeing a vision. Something is clearly running through her mind that is very unpleasant and watches as the color quite literally drains from her cheeks. Not knowing how to give comfort in such a situation he figures it is best for him to not even try. He does however show concern in his expression as he looks at her. He even wishes that he could take whatever thoughts or memories causing her such pain from her. What would one more painful memory do to him with the ones he already carries? But he knows even with his magic and help from the spirits that that is not possible and if he could it might change who she is. When she points to an item on the menu he looks down at it so that he can tell the waitress want she wants. This little thing he can and will do for her.<br><br>Oddly while Iggy is gone FeatherTail’s thoughts are only about her. He does keep an eye on the vampire by the fireplace out of the corner of his eye, but he is more concern about Iggy’s current well being. He is even slightly surprised to find himself actually missing the bubbly young woman’s company. Even though he has remained mostly silent since their meeting about an hour ago he finds that just being in her company has lightened his sorrow more than anything else has in the four years he has been carrying that burden. So when she returns and once again flicks his feather and asks her question in the sultry cooing fashion he answers her quite honestly. ”Yes, actually I did miss you.” If this had been five years earlier and she had been the woman she so reminds him of even though he had missed her he would have teased her by responding that he had not even noticed that she had gone anywhere. But now he does not seem to have that kind of playfulness in him anymore.<br><br>Before anymore can be said Oyohusa freezes and becomes very rigid as he sense the arrival of another vampire. Not wanting to look any more out of place than he already does, he waits a moment before slowly turning to see where this new vampire is. When his eyes find the man in all black except his stark white ruffled shirt his hands go to the edge of the table and his knuckle turn white with the intensity of his grip on the table. It is taking every ounce of his will power to not instantly draw his kukri knives and go over and remove this monster’s head right there in this crowded room. For when he looks at this vampire he sees the images of all of the people from his village that died at his hands swirling around him. All of these beasts he has met and killed in his hunt have had at the most five or six images around them but this demon has a large multitude around him. More in fact than he could possibly count with how they’re are swirling around him. What makes matters even worse is how smug and happy the vile creature looks. FeatherTail has to look away or else he will attempt to avenge the deaths of his people with all of these witnesses present. So he looks back at Iggy, the most beautiful and soothing image in the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>27-02-2012, 10:57:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/16718y9.jpg)</div><strong><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> Lyguardia Fen (Iggy)</span></span></em></strong><br>Location: Murphy's Tavern<br>Time: Day 1, Evening<br>Tagged:Oyohusa Adawehi<br><br><hr><br>For a moment there, she felt like a teenager, a giggle almost escaping her at the man's response. He may have been stoic earlier, but he seemed to be warming up to her now. Something must have made him more comfortable around her. Then, the table between them almost seemed as if it wasn't, as if he was actually closer than that. Inexplicably, the woman found she was more than physically attracted to him. Maybe it was all the weapons, or the sheer strength in his body, but she felt... Safe. Comfortable. A strange sensation since the nearest she had felt to safe in years was behind the long barrel of her shot gun.<br><br>Suddenly, that feeling was a gone. A long chill ran up her spine. Perhaps it was just the door opening? Glancing back, it had already shut, but there was a new person in the room, and he was staring right at them. Another chill. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Oyohusa's reaction- not a very good one at that. His knuckles were white and as he turned back she saw a look of pure hatred and misery mixing about in his eyes. The initial reaction was to calm him down, though apparently her body had already thought of that, hand lying atop his fist. A strange feeling told the woman that the second he got the chance, he would probably go ahead and rip old Top Hat's head off. Probably not a good thing, especially in a town of this size. "Something about that guy kind of... creeps me out, almost scares me, even," she spoke softly, shifting in her seat. It was obvious that she was uncomfortable, but even she couldn't figure out why. Never seeing the man before made it that much more mysterious.<br><br>Looking back towards the young waitress, she gave a slightly impatient stare. It seemed to be a busy night, so she understood that it may take the girl a while, but her discomfort was making Iggy begin to lose her appetite. Giving in to that feeling would end up being a lethal decision in her case, so she wanted to eat quickly and go get a room. Glancing back at the creep in the corner brought the choice to move her chair so her back was to him, now sitting closer to Oyohusa. This allowed for hushed voices, which somehow made her feel better. "I hope there are enough rooms left for us. There are a lot of people here and, as big as this place is, it's not a full blown hotel."<br><br>So that was a lie. She secretly wanted there to be only one tiny room left in the place. That way she could indulge in her safety blanket of sorts, allowing her to feel more comfortable as she slept, as well as make sure he didn't run off on a homicidal rampage (feeling that would inevitably happen). But what was she supposed to say? 'Hey, would you sleep with me tonight?' That definitely would not sound the way it was supposed to. Well... Not that she would mind how it could turn out. But that wasn't necessarily on her mind at the moment. Large, brown eyes gazed up at Feathertail, the lack of sun having stripped them of their golden rings, leaving a dull hazel to simply make them look as if they were glowing. "I... I wonder how much they'll charge me for the truck." Is that what she was going to say? No.. What was it?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 02:54:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/MayMurphy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> May Murphy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Michael Corbin<br><br>May chuckled at his wry comments, her laugh lines doubling in number. Her eyes seemed to sparkle with a glint of mischief as she leaned in closer.<br><br>"Brains. Human in fact. Why do you think we're so conveniently out of the way?" She answered his snide soup comment with a cheeky grin, but then nodded in a warm understanding manner when he apologized.<br><br>"Why heavens yes, child!" May exclaimed when he asked to take pictures. "You just make yourself at home, deary. Let Mama May know if she can help with anything during your stay. Reedland is actually a very quaint and charming little place once you get to know her. I'll just go put that order in for you." May left the bar area with a warm smile about her lips.<br><br>She returned less than ten minutes later with his dish, placing it in front of him, then going about her bar duties.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/LeonaSmith.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Leona Smith (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Todd Williams and Aryanna Murphy<br><br>A warm light breeze caused Leona to glance up, catching sight of the Indian and his companion. What an odd couple they made. She raised a brow but nothing about them concerned her more than giving it a passing glance. She turned her attention back to Todd as he spoke.<br><br>"I've never tried to get a picture out of an onion before..." Leona gave a half grin, the side of her mouth turning up, challenging him in a way.<br><br>Leona scoffed at his next comment, a fake balk playing in her eyes, and a hand to her chest, "Why Mr. Williams! Is that any way to treat a woman you've just met? What a filthy vulgar mind!" She paused for effect, really letting her reaction sink in. Then a mild grin broke out on her face. "Besides, you wouldn't know what to do with this if you had it." And with that, their food had arrived. She looked up at the waitress and responded to her as if everything were absolutely normal.<br><br>"Coffee as well," Leona gave pause as Todd ordered a drink for the vampire. This time, Leona's balk wasn't faked in the least but she refused to give the vampire the satisfaction of knowing she was slightly upset and confused. She'd talk to Todd about his motives when they were finally alone.<br><br>She went about her meal, trying a few times to make small talk with the man. After dinner, she sat back and sipped her coffee for a bit.<br><br><br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/A8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aryanna Murphy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897479#msg5897479)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Todd Williams, Leona Smith, Lyguardia Fen, and Oyohusa Adawehi<br><br>Aryanna returned the man's smile. Latte... She wasn't sure she'd ever even had one of those before. Her face turned apologetic.<br><br>"I'm sorry, Sir. We don't have any lattes, but I'll get your coffee," her smile returned to replace the apology. "And I'll let Elise know you'd like to buy her a drink. Honestly, I think it'd make her day. That's very sweet of you."<br><br>Ary looked up just in time to see the impatient stare of the woman sitting with the Native American. Ary sighed, wondering where her help was that night. Only two other waitresses had bothered to show up. She understood that Cathy was pregnant and due almost any day, but Mary was being quite contrary lately! She was calling into work more and more, showing up drunk, had taken up smoking... And she was hers and Laurie's age! She'd have to ask Laurie if she knew anything about that.<br><br>"I'll get those coffees and Elise's drink order coming right up!" Ary exclaimed, backing away from their table, a smile on her lips.<br><br>She approached the table with the beautiful brown haired woman and her black haired companion with the feather.<br><br>"I apologize for the wait," Ary said with a soft innocent smile. "My name is Aryanna and I'll be taking care of you this evening. What may I get you to drink?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 06:27:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/2cs8hew.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Elise Mauvais</span></em></span><br>Murphy's Tavern<br>Day 1, Night<br>Tagged: Todd Williams; Renair Malcovian; Lyguardia Fen; Oyohusa Adawehi<br><br><br><hr><br>Mr. Williams' voice hit her ears and she couldn't help but smile behind the pages of her book. How flattering. Now what were his intentions? Though, at this thought, she paused. Was that really a necessary question? Perhaps she should just enjoy the flattery and await for dear little Aryanna to come to her with the request. She quite liked the young girl. So sweet and innocent. Comme une petite poupée. It was nice how she helped the elder folk, though it was merely her payment for having lived with them for so long- who would honestly believe a true relation there? The blood smelled so very different. Speaking of blood... What was the scent?<br><br>At the table beside her now sat a gorgeously dark man, the air about him being confidence, arrogance and... Not hunger? A small sniff into the air explained the lack of appetite, as well as who the mystery slaughterer from the previous night was. <em>"Tsk, tsk, mon ami. It is not nice to go preying on the week."</em> Those words must have sounded almost purred from the woman. Flames danced in the eyes that scanned the old book she held, but her attention was now fully on this vampiric newcomer. Well, almost fully. The witch still caught her glances here and there. <em>"Have you come into town just to start trouble? Such an old man shouldn't be running around trying to have fun."</em> Still that strange purr. Somehow, she couldn't help herself in the presence of other vampires. It returned her to the natural French intensity that she donned when first being turned.<br><br>And what was this? The reactions of those in the room. The woman and the Indian looked absolutely dreadful. Nine seconds. That's all the time it would take. So why not? Gazing at her three targets, first the woman, the Indian, and last the vampire, her eyes turned white. A blurred tunnel formed in the room, black, then a light at the end of it. She saw a family, torn apart piece by piece throughout a house; an entire village, slaughtered and left to rot; and then... both images, the former first, but these images were not a view of the aftermath, rather a view of the feast. A sigh and her vision returned, eyes darkening and head shaking. <em>"Obviously, I have asked the wrong question. I bid you a word of warning: this town has many protectors. You are strong, oui, but do not try your best here."</em> Although the purr was intact, her words were serious, eyes now raised to look at the man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 19:27:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/elfi9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Oyohusa Adawehi (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5898522#msg5898522)<br><strong>Location:</strong> County Road 923 heading into Reedland, Utah<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Lyguardia Fen (Iggy)<br><br><hr><br>FeatherTail is surprised to feel the warmth of another’s hand on his as he grips the edge of the table in a death grip trying to keep himself from attacking the monster setting at the table near the fireplace. So he looks down to see Iggy’s delicate hand on his. He looks back up to her beautiful soothing young face when she comments on how the monster affects her just by being near. His eyes are hard and heavy with hatred, anger, and the pain of a great lose when he speaks it is through tightly clenched teeth. ”You should be scared of him he is a killer as real a monster as you will ever see. He was a party to the great lose I mentioned before.” With her touch and looking at her speaking for the first time to anybody about his lose calms him some and his grip on the table loosens. That hand that is covered by hers opens completely and flips over under her hand. With his palm now meeting her palm he close his hand gently to grip her hand. He does not respond to her comment about rooms or her truck.<br><br>Without wanting to take his eyes off the beautiful young woman Oyohusa finds himself suddenly looking directly into the eyes of the female vampire setting at the fireplace for several seconds and the memories of his slaughtered people seem to be pulled from his mind. They are still there but for some reason it is not nearly as painful or as clear like their harsh edges have been pulled away. He gazes at her for another moment wondering what she just did and how. Those memories awaken a new feeling in him though and he vows to not let the same thing as happened to the last people he cared about happen to his lovely new companion. So when the waitress finally comes to their table he stands without releasing his hold on Iggy’s hand. ”Thank you, Aryanna, but suddenly I feel a deep need for privacy. We will be getting a room if there is one available and taking our meal there. I will have a steak please and Iggy wants this.” He points with his free hand to the item she had indicated earlier on the menu. ”Please have them sent up to our room when they are ready.”<br><br>Oyohusa has mentioned only getting one room because he has absolutely no intention of letting Iggy out of his sight as long as the monster is still present in this town. He also has no intention of leaving this town while said creature still lives. He picks up his pack tossing one strap over his free shoulder then picks up Iggy’s duffel. All the while without letting go of her hand. He will not allow any argument about leaving the dining room or sharing a room. There are absolutely no thoughts of what might happen between them alone in a room as his only concern is keeping her safe. Ignoring the shaft to his spear left by the entrance he leads Iggy to the registration desk at the back of the room.<br><br>Once the kind looking older woman (May) comes to the desk FeatherTail sets the duffel on the edge of the counter and pulls a fairly thick bundle of bills from his jacket breast pocket. Still only using the hand not holding Iggy’s hand he apparently with some ease separates two $100 bills and places them before the older woman and returns the folded stack to the pocket it came from. ”We require a room for tonight possibly more. I have given our meal order to Aryanna to have sent up to our room.”<br><br>May smiles at the Native American who did not give her chance to greet them and ask how she could help them but does not take the cash placed before her. “Is she your wife?”<br><br>”Are you going to deny us a room because she is not my wife?”<br><br>May gets a slight frown on her laugh creased face. “Well, no sir, but I do not approve.”<br><br>”I’m sorry but I do not require the approval of any man or woman, I only require the approval of the spirits and in this case I do not sense any disapproval from them.”<br><br>That statement gets a raised eyebrow from the older woman and only slight hesitation from her before she takes the money from the counter top gives FeatherTail the book to sign. She grabs a key from the rack hanging on the wall behind her but stops before turning back around to hand it over and looks at it thinking. After a moment she replaces the key on its hook and selects a different one. She finally turns and seeing that the book has been signed places the key on the counter top and pushes it towards the man. “Here you go, Sir, room 6 on the top floor it is the largest room we have with a king sized bed and recently renovated with a whirlpool tub in the bath. I am May. I hope you enjoy your stay.” She looks down at the book for his name but looks confused and turns the book around so she is not looking at it upside down but remains confused. “Your meals will be sent up as soon as they are ready Mr. Ade…”<br><br>” Adawehi, Oyohusa Adawehi but Iggy here seems quite fond of calling me FeatherTail. Thank you, May.”<br><br>FeatherTail takes the key and Iggy’s duffel again and leads her up to the third floor and to room six. At the door he hands her bag to her so he can work the key while still maintaining his firm but gentle grip on her hand. Once in the room he turns on the lights, closes the door, sets the dead bolt and chain locks into place before releasing her hand. He looks around the room before setting down his backpack leaning it against the wall near the door but out of the way. He puts his back against the door and slides down to set on the floor and crosses his legs. ”If I sleep tonight it will be here by the door to make sure no one can enter, you may of course sleep in the bed.”<br><br><br><hr><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/imagesqtbnANd9GcTHq2nZ0e5GFwFvau4YvMh6ayAGPBsjKwC5cV3RqPAXCqfGywfVtg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Renair Malcovian (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5898525#msg5898525) <br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy's Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Oyohusa, Iggy, &amp; Elise<br><br>When the attractive lady vampire speaks to him Renair smiles at her with playfully malicious glint in his eyes. ” Ah mon bonbon, what are the weak here for if not to be preyed upon?” The light laughter that follows has a decidedly evil sound to it but it is just loud enough for only the sensitive ears of the other vampire to hear. ”To cause trouble, no, I am merely here to relax for a brief time. Que le point d'être est immortel si vous ne pouvez pas vous amuser?” The laughter this time is louder with only a hint of the evil in its tone.<br><br>Renair’s attention then drawn to the native witch and his female companion at first he is mildly amused to their reactions. Her words about finding him creepy and even scary he finds very amusing especially now that he knows where she is from and why her scent is so familiar. But the witch’s response wipes the smile from his face. How could he possibly know about Renair’s involvement in the slaughter of an entire village of the red men? They had left no survivors larger than a mouse. He has never heard of a witch with strong enough divination powers to that specifically pin point individual vampires simply from the aftermath and this witch does not seem like the type to specialize in divination. That man is a warrior first and foremost likely using magic to make him more lethal. He suddenly is not quite so happy at the prospect of having that witch in the same town with him and being currently alone.<br><br>As the witch and human are leaving the room Renair closes his eye and mentally calls out to his closest followers. Something about their shared insanity allows him to simply trigger in them a need to be close to him and give them an instinctive knowledge of where he is. So no matter where he is they will be able to find him like a homing pigeon found its way home every time. He had sensed 7 that could be there before the sunrises again. He will not simply turn and run from this town, this witch especially not with the pretty little hybrid just waiting to be awakened and taken under his wing for her true education.<br><br>Renair opens his eyes to look at the other vampire again and gives her a smile of mild gratitude for her warning. His eyes then drift over to lock onto the dark haired waitress. ”The prize here is too great to simply be ignored. I doubt those protectors even know what they are protecting and I am not without my own resources.” He returns his gaze to the delightful looking vampire giving her an almost friendly smile. ”I may be insane but I have not survive as long as I have by being a fool.”
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				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 23:06:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7190/6918329441_71dc17c694_s.jpg) </div> <strong>Name: Todd Williams</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Race: Witch</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location: Murphy’s Tavern </strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Time: Day 1, Evening</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged: Any</strong><br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Todd smiled at Leona as she passed his first test, she had a sense of humour and that was good. Then he tilted his head to one side and looked at her. “If me being under you is such a problem than I am sure we can try something else.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then he laughed, “Oh I know exactly what to do and I am a gentleman so the lady always comes first.” Now he had moved onto his second test, which of course he would not have bothered, with had his new partner been male. There was sexual tension in any man/female relationship where both where Heterosexual. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So it was better to get it out in the open, then if she did not fancy him he would know and if she did then they could relieve the tension in the pleasurable way.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The buzz intensified as the newcomer came in and took his place by the fire. He watched Elise intently looking for any sign that she knew this vampire, a colleague or a lover. Although by the way she looked at him he doubted that he was either. So a stranger then, was interesting. As would how this proceeds, some Vampires where quite territorial he wondered if Elise was one of them.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He also noted Leona reaction when he offered the Vampire a drink, not approval. Although there was method in his madness or was it madness in his method as some might say. But to Todd all predators looked for the weakest prey and he had no intention of showing that he was bothered by Vampires.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Beside she was attractive and had an impish sense of humour and a evening with her might be fun. Might end with them trying to kill each other but it would not be boring.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The other witch, the native American seemed to have an issue with the newcomer judging by his reaction. Something else to be noted for future references in case it had any bearing on their task.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Todd looked down in surprise , he had been that busy watching people that he had finished his meal on automatic. He picked up his coffee and looked at Leona. “The piece are being placed upon the board I wonder when the game will begin.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 02:26:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/16718y9.jpg)</div><strong><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> Lyguardia Fen (Iggy)</span></span></em></strong><br>Location: Murphy's Tavern<br>Time: Day 1, Evening<br>Tagged:Oyohusa Adawehi<br><br><hr><br>Though there was surprise in the feeling of her hand being encased by the strong Native beside her, it was a pleasant surprise. Iggy smiled faintly, taking a moment to look down at their joined hands. When was the last time she had actually had the chance to hold the hand of a man; just something so simple? It was probably when she was fourteen or fifteen. She hadn't had the chance to feel that warmth in ages, since it didn't really apply as a tender touch when it was a death grip to keep from getting caught by the red and blue lights that were chasing you through city alleyways. Her thought proccess shifted, however, at the thought of his words. A chill attacked her spine at the same moment that Feathertail looked at the lacey woman by the fire."No wonder..." Tapping the duffelbag, she made sure it was still below her, though as the waitress came by, she kept a foot firmly on one of the arm loops. And blinked. Apparently they'd be eating upstairs. Not that she minded. The air in the room had been growing thick and eerie.<br><br>Iggy smiled meekly at the young waitress before standing with Oyohusa, an arm out to pick up her bag. Obviously, the woman was far too slow so she simply chose to follow the man, glancing back at the half a spear he left near the door. The conversation with May actually made her laugh, head shaking at his words. He was a proud man, that much was obvious, but at least he wasn't blatantly rude about it. Giving a cheerful, almost calming, smile to May, she spoke a soft, "Thank you. Have a nice evening," before following up the stairs and into the room. As his hand fell away, her's began to feel cold, eyes watching him slip down to the floor.<br><br>"That's unnecessary. You think a girl traveling on her own who sleeps in her rusted old truck at night isn't at least a little bit resourceful?" With a wink she crouched down on the floor, unzipping the duffelbag. From it came four small, black devices, as wells a black rod that she stretched out. Placing one of the devices on the windowsill, pressed right up against the wood of the window, she touched a button. A large, green grid covered the window on the inside and out. When she touched the grid, a piercing alarm sounded, which she quickly turned off. Another button and the grid was invisible. "I use these on my truck when I sleep or just don't want to be disturbed. The small ones can cover a full five foot by four foot window. That rod," she pointed to the object at his feet, "can cover anything up to a two-car garage door. They're military grade; few people know of their existence." In consideration of the fact that these were a few of the items the woman had managed to snag from her family's secret arsenal of Marine equipment, she spoke no more, preferring not to mention her family. She continued installing the small grids on the other window in the room, as well as the small one in the bathroom. The door could be left for later, since they were still waiting on there food.<br><br>Returning to the room, a longing look was cast at the bed, though she felt too dirty to actually enjoy it at the moment. Thus, she once again rifled through the bag on the floor, replacing the extra device, before pulling out a small bundle of fresh clothes. "I think I'll go ahead and take a quick shower. I feel as if I'm caked in dust." She headed towards the bathroom, almost speaking to herself. "Maybe tomorrow I'll try out that tub. Looks nice." The door closed behind her and for about seven or eight minutes, only the rushing water could be heard through it. Perhaps even a sigh of relief as the boiling hot liquid hit her cold skin. Only a few minutes after the water hushed, she stepped back into the bedroom donning a pair of camo-styled boxers, rolled up at the top to fit her comfortably, and a plain white tank top. Her hair was flipped forward as a towel scrubbed through it, trying to pick up the excess water that it held, while a few glimpses of the bar code tattooed onto the back of her neck could be caught. "I feel amazing now," she laughed, pulling a thin grey jacket on, zipping it only about half way. Iggy sat down on the edge of the bed, smiling at the Feathertail that had begun to grow on her.
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				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 20:22:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/A8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aryanna Murphy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897479#msg5897479)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>Lyguardia Fen, Oyohusa Adawehi, Elise Mauvais, and Renair Malcovian<br><br>Errr... Ok? Guess they need their privacy, though they both looked awfully distressed. Ary made a mental note of this and decided she'd deliver their food to their room herself.<br><br>"That's perfectly fine, Sir," Ary was nodding, that pleasant smile still plastered on her face. "I will have those right up to you as soon as they are ready." She scribbled their orders in her notebook but by the time she looked up, they were gone, walking toward the check in counter.<br><br>Ary looked around and spotted Elise by the fire, as usual. She gave May a tired smile as she passed her on the way over. She studied Elise as she approached. Her gorgeous blond hair was always pinned perfectly and her porcelain skin and carefully applied make up made her look almost doll like. Ary had also been jealous of Elise's style ever since she laid eyes on her. Those fancy lace dresses were just so pretty!<br><br>"Hey Elise," Ary greeted upon arrival, another smile on her face. She'd kept her notebook out and flipped to a different page. "That nice man over there," she motioned to Todd with her pen, "would like to buy you a drink. So what'll it be?"<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/LeonaSmith.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Leona Smith (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Todd Williams<br><br>Leona stabbed a carrot with her fork, still slightly annoyed at this buddy buddy thing he had going on with the vampire. She'd be damned if she was going to become so attached to another partner, just to have him taken away from her by vampires as well. She scoffed at his joke.<br><br>"Maybe we could try a set of fangs and blood letting." That had come out sharper than it was intended and Leona immediately felt bad. "Look, I'm sorry," how she did hate apologizing!<br><br>"Why don't we talk about something else? Tell me a bit about yourself." This was always a fun game that she and her old partner used to play. Because of the vampire's hearing, Moryths were taught from the beginning never to speak about their personal lives out in public, one never knew who could be listening. So she and David would come up with fake stories, always something different, when they were out to pass the time. Sometimes, it felt so real that Leona could escape for awhile in the thought of it. This was a test of her own. She knew he was smart enough to not reveal his past, but was he creative enough to come up with an entertaining answer to her question?<br><br>The coffee warmed her hands and she leaned back to sip it and listen to his answer as the remnants of their dinner was cleared away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 23:17:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7190/6918329441_71dc17c694_s.jpg) </div> <strong>Name: Todd Williams</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Race: Witch</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location: Murphy’s Tavern </strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Time: Day 1, Evening</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged: Any</strong><br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She really did have a problem with Vampires Todd thought to himself. He would have to factor that into any stressful situation with Vampires, under too much stress Leona could start throwing boulders around.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Talk about myself?” He leaned back and finished his coffee before waving for another. Once that had arrived he sipped at it, no doubt seeing as there where two Vampires sat next to them it had to a fake. An impish smile came over his face, shall he pull her leg, make an outrageous one up, why not?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I grew up in New Orleans, in a establishment called The Gateway to Heaven. My father worked the door mainly because he was 6 feet 4 and built like a grizzly bear. My mum was the bookkeeper of all things. It was funny but to me having a house full of young and not so young ladies having gentleman callers was quite natural.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Todd smiled as if in remembrance, “I can remember Miss Thomas my teacher going red when I told her where I lived. Of course later I took some ribbing from my friends and then as we matured hints about me getting them in for a visit.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He looked at Leona. “But one thing my childhood taught me was that yes they where whores, prostitutes all the names that the respectable folk called them. But they where also women with ordinary lives, hopes and fears. Taught me not to judge by labels but to see the person as they truly are.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then he waved his hand at Leona. “Now it is your turn.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 07:41:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/2cs8hew.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Elise Mauvais</span></em></span><br>Murphy's Tavern<br>Day 1, Night<br>Tagged: Todd Williams; Aryanna Murphy; Renair Malcovian<br><br><br><hr><br>The woman's eyes seemed to smile, even though she shook her head. <em>"Such a silly man,"</em> she murmured, closing her book and looking directly at him. He had the scent of so many on him; far too many to possibly try and count. Many she had met were completely heartless creatures, and it was obvious this man would prove to be the same kind. He would take the time to kill any he wanted, even all, and enjoy it to the furthest extent. Although she quite despised these types, a feeling of entertainment bubbled up inside the woman. This was a man she could have a good bit of fun with, if she truly chose to. Another feeling then bubbled within her, one of curiosity as her dark eyes flickered to the witch across the room.<br><br><em>Hmm?</em> Aryanna now stood beside her and the woman let out a soft laugh while the man's view would have been blocked. <em>"Oh? Ce qu'un personnage ridicule."</em> The look on her face changed to a mischevious one, eyes locking with Todd's. <em>"A blood wine, then, ma cher. And tell him a man like he shouldn't fool with a young woman like me."</em> A smile of kindness now crossed her lips as she looked up at the pretty young thing. She admired that girl's innocence, though she feared that wouldn't last long. Ary was an extremely rare little creature, though she was completely unaware of it. Glancing at the man behind her, Elise knew he wouldn't allow that innocence to thrive, making her twist slightly. <em>"Thank you, my lovely."</em> A nod and her attention once more changed.<br><br>She stood behind Renair, hands on his shoulders, one sliding down an arm very slowly and seductively as her dark lips hovered beside his ear. <em>"I could rightfully assume you are the man who does as he pleases, when he pleases, to whom he pleases. Things are oh-so-easy for you, are they not? Oui. I hope for you to mind yourself during your time here, mon ami. Who knows? You may enjoy what comes from it."</em> A soft, slow kiss was pressed to his cheek, staining it with a deep red. She hovered there for a moment, knowing she had caught more than his attention, before standing slowly and walking towards the bar in the room, not awaiting any words from the man. Her lace-covered hips swayed, curls and breasts bouncing with every step.
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				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 13:05:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/2aif2na.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Alexander Emerson</strong></span><br><em>Murphy's Tavern<br>Day one - Night<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>: open</em><br><br><br><br><hr><br>'What an absolute nutcase, she is.' Alex had been following Dianna for over three weeks. When she first left Texas she drove to the East. Cris-crossing up and down Arkansas and Missouri. Alex took to memory as he kept a close eye on her. She used to play hide and seek in the woods with him when they were children. He would spend hours trying to find her. For years, he had called her a cheater. When she got old enough to explain herself, he found out that she had just been moving from place to place, quietly. she would wait in total silence, and then move. the concept wasn't difficult to fathom. It was simply that she was particularly gifted at moving without being noticed.<br><br>At the fragile age of Twenty-one, his sister appeared to practice the same technique that she used as so long ago. She would stay in one place for only two or three hours at a time, and then move. Back and forth, from city to city, state to state, 'SHE has no direction!' After six days on the road, Alex could no longer remember what state he was in. He had dreams of crossing county lines, low valley's, rivers, and high plateau's. He hardly slept. If he had lost her for only one minute, she would be gone forever. His confidence was focused onto his own doubt. 'I couldn't find her when she was three, how in the hell could i find her when she's twenty-one.'<br><br>The worst had been realized on the 923 at around one a.m. the night before. She'd parked her car, presumably to sleep, on the side of the road. Her brother was forced to drive by the Honda to hide himself. He parked off of the road and backtracked to keep an eye on her from the middle of the desert off of the highway. She never caught her presence for a moment, but alas, Alex's exhaustion had finally beaten him. He fell to sleep for over ten hours. In a sudden flurry, he woke up alone in the dirt with the sun on his face. 'How in the hell did I sleep through that?' The weather was cracking his skin, it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon. Dianna's car was gone and the earth sank away from underneath him.<br><br>His eyeglasses were gripped in his left hand, hair mistreated, suit jacket still on the ground. His shirt was speckled with white truth, most of it though had been stained in dirt over his slumber. Unable to truly understand his own flaws, Alexander screamed into the desert, angry with himself, and frustrated by his free-spirited sister. His words meant nothing, they were long unspoken sentences that he had rehearsed. 'Dianna was a brat.' - 'So selfish, she has trouble seeing that when the sun is gone, other people can see it.' - 'you're supposed to be my sister, you can't trust me!'<br><br>His shouting was irony displaying itself. Alexander was being selfish, and he didn't believe that she would ever come home. He'd lost her in his sleep, and he'd always been the whining babe of the two siblings.<br><br>The desert land that he found himself on welcomed only the sound of distance caws, and the hum of an engine reverberating off of the canyon walls. The sound could have been fifty miles away. His tears couldn't come, as much as he wanted them to. Unable to admit it, Alex was only half of a man without Dianna. She kept him honest, she kept him motivated. For so long, his only real purpose was to be a good man so that she would hope to reflect that. His friends used to bust his shit, how much he cared about his social appearance. 'you're worse than the cheerleaders, Alex.' He used to wear suits in high school as well. Everyone was supposed to think him mature, kindly, warm-hearted, and handsome. 'She ran away from the whole family.' He reminded himself. 'Not just you, dad and mom too.'<br><br>He was sure that he'd lost her. 'But I'm not giving up.'<br><br>Alex was an optimist, a disgusting one at that. He was rather sure that he was close to the grand canyon. However, once he made his way back to the car and down county road 923, he found out exactly how wrong he was.<br><br><hr><strong>Later that Night</strong><br><br>Mr. Emerson had been in a black Elantra from 2003. The glossy paint job was covered with dust and mud. It parked in front of the Tavern, Alex had arrived late. Most of the night had been spent driving around Reedland for his sister. Her car was parked in front of Grocery store, right in the heart of the town. 'She hasn't left her Honda alone since she's left.' He wasn't worried about her when he'd first found the car. Now, several hours after that initial reaction, he was terrified. The time had come to make himself public. Dianna had vanished. The tavern was the most likely place she could be at. But, there was a feeling in his gut, 'this town feels like a graveyard.'<br><br>He'd covered his dirty shirt with his coat, but only because the night air had welcomed a chilly wind.<br><br>As he pushed himself up the steps to the Tavern, he stretched his back and rubbed his eyes. He hoped to find her here, or maybe run into some one that had seen her. Of course, he wasn't sure what he would do if she was. He only knew that he wanted a bed to sleep in. The front seat of his Elantra was the only place he'd managed to fall asleep in for the whole 'trip.' Unfortunately, four of those times, he had been driving. Fortunately, it hadn't killed him yet. He didn't feel like pushing his luck. He knew that Dianna was close. If he had really lost her in this town, some one would have to know where she'd gone. <br><br>The front entrance jerked itself open and Alexander felt like a man of the old west. The way that the doors swung, the style of the dining area, the old wooden staircase, and the southern drawal that slipped off of every hard surface and ceiling tile. 'What is it about these cowboy states that ended up being more southern than the south? The accents are gone, the people are smarter, some how. They all ended up with a distinct southern charm.' Unable to focus on much at all, even his inner-conjectures were unimportant to him now. He leaned his elbows against the check out counter, and May greeted him with a soft spot in her heart. Alexander was only half handsome at the time. His tie was loose, the shirt under is coat was still dusty, hair still a mess. It didn't bother the old spirited woman. It glasses were straight enough...<br><br>"Evening young man. You look like your lost." She smiled at her own joke and Alexander couldn't help but smile back. She was kind, and her moods were noticeably contagious. "our rooms are either two twin siz-"<br><br>"I'm not sure if I'll be staying here tonight." His feet screamed at him for that. The soar sections of his spine only inflamed with hot needles as he put more of his weight on the counter. "I may stop for some food, and...a... drink, but-" Alexander didn't drink anymore. He stood up straight to explain himself "But, I'm looking for my sister. Did a young woman named Dianna Emerson come through the Tavern at all today?"<br><br>May racked her brain to try and recall all of the girls that had strolled through. Alexander gave a brief description: "She's got dark skin, and hair, about this high." His right hand was elevated to the point of his own right shoulder. "She is very sociable, you would have remembered if she came in."<br><br>May nodded. "I see. No, I don't recall anyone like that. I'm sorry." Her apology was unneeded. Alexander didn't respect it, and waved his hand at her instead of acknowledging her with words.<br><br>"I'm gonna see what's on the menu. Now, it's late are you still serving food?" He was leaning away from her now, making way towards the dining room that still seemed about half full of customers. Young Mr. Emerson was entirely too tired to take notice of anyone besides the obvious waitress, a tiny little thing, brunette, not too different in appearance from Dianna. His thirsty pallet guided this attention, he noticed nothing out of the ordinary about Aryanna. He didn't even realize how adorable she was, or how beautiful she would obviously become.<br><br>"Of course, go ahead and take a seat, Aryanna will be with you at any moment." May hardly had any business with him, but the sight of his exhaustion and the power of his motivations worried her. "And I wish you the best of luck with your search. I'm sure Dianna's a very lucky lady to have a man like you chasing after her.<br><br>He smiled, flattered by the old woman, "She's my sister, but thank you." They separated and Alexander took a seat halfway in-between the fireplace and the bar. He leaned back, putting all of his weight on his buttocks. Calmly, he shook his head. Losing control of his own consciousness again, his eye lids closed without his permission. He was hardly the kind of man to fall asleep in the middle of a public place. Then again, this goose chase had led him to learn plenty of other things about himself that he never once had known about. <br><br>His breathe sank low, but he stayed awake, the warm smells of food and perfume kept him interested, and mentally engaged.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>03-03-2012, 20:35:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/elfi9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Oyohusa Adawehi (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5898522#msg5898522)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern, Room six on the third floor<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Lyguardia Fen (Iggy)<br><br><hr><br>Looking up from his seat of the floor FeatherTail watches as Iggy says that it would not be necessary for him to spend the night on the floor by the door speaking of her resourcefulness. As she squats down to dig something from her duffel he fully expects her to bring out the shotgun she had disassembled and placed in there. He is surprised and confused when she pulls out the little black boxes and the rod. Comprehension starts to settle into his mind when she places the first box at the window and the green grid appears. When she touches the grid and the alarm sounds he cringes in pain nearly clamping his hands over his ears and ever so grateful when she turns it off. In that instant he is very grateful that he did not currently have his enhanced vampire hearing. Even as that thought crosses his mind a small smile spreads across his face. If he with his normal hearing found the sound painful, how would it affect a vampire and their super hearing? Oh, he would love to see that monster’s face when he tried to enter their room and had that alarm go off right in his face.<br><br>After Iggy goes into the shower and even though he knows she is naked in there Oyohusa does not think about her beautiful young body being completely uncovered and glistening with the water from the shower. He is thinking about how her nifty little gadgets would affect the monster setting down in main dining room. The thought of the discomfort it would cause the undead and how much it would distract him and make him vulnerable definitely pleases the warrior. He even imagines using one of his kukri knives to remove the beast’s head while it is writhing in pain.<br><br>FeatherTail is so caught up in his thoughts about destroying the demon that he is completely unaware of the passage of time and slightly surprised when Iggy steps back out of the bathroom wearing her shorts and tank top. As she is working the towel through her long dark hair he suddenly forgets about the vampire as her beauty starts to really have an effect on him. To her comment about how she feels after the shower he simply replies, ”You look it as well.” His is still seated right where she had left him. He becomes aware of his own need to bath as he has been walking through the desert for days. ”I think I will be taking a shower myself once we are finished with dinner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 00:24:29</strong>
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				<strong>Name: William D’Arcy</strong><br><strong>Race: Vampire.</strong><br><strong>Gender: Male</strong><br><strong>Age: 27</strong><br><br>(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7067/6939320563_69fd838368_t.jpg)<br><strong>Powers: Speed</strong> <br><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Leaving the gas station William wondered if he had just met a representative sample of the townsfolk. So it seemed that Jack had not used the station although William would not bet on that fat turd being able to hold more that one thought a week.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And things just got better, so this was his accommodation, hardly a five star hotel was it? Still he parked his truck in the car park and after retrieving his bag started up the steps. He was dressed in black, shirt and trousers both tight against his muscular body, his bag was in one hand as he pushed open the door and went inside.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Humans, witches and Vampires he scented all three and one oddity some kind of hybrid. He knew that he was blocking the entrance but he did not care. The humans and witches he identified and ignored, food and a nuisance. The Vampires he checked more carefully, not one of them where Jack and as far as his memory went for faces none where currently wanted.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He walked into the room heading for the desk and the female Vampire separated herself from the male. She was walking or rather flowing across the room, attractive, aware of it too. William’s eyes went to her companion, bad boy Vampire it was written all over him. Did not really matter so long as he obeyed the rules then William could not care less about him.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her on the other hand, she was stirring things in him that he had thought long buried and dead. Still he was here for a job so reluctantly he tore his eyes away from her and back to the business in hand.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The older human woman behind the desk booked him in surprisingly efficiently. Then producing his Private eye ID he showed her the picture of Jack and gave her the spiel about how he had run out on his responsibilities to his wife and kids.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 07:08:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/16718y9.jpg)</div><strong><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> Lyguardia Fen (Iggy)</span></span></em></strong><br>Location: Murphy's Tavern<br>Time: Day 1, Evening; Room 6 - Floor 3<br>Tagged:Oyohusa Adawehi<br><br><hr><br>A smile that had shown itself fervently throughout the day couldn't help but grow wider at the man's comment, cheeks slowly growing warm. She was prone to smiles and laughter, always carrying a very light, upbeat air about her. Somehow, though, that feeling enhanced around the native and made her feel a comfort that had never existed before. Her brain said to be weary, not to get too close to the man, but everything else said it was far too late for that, so she simply ignored her brain and allowed herself to feel the comfort that surrounded her. There was no reason to fight it, anyway, right?<br><br>Falling back, she lied near the edge of the bed, damp hair splayed around her and just over the side of the bed. An arm hung out in the open air, the fingers of her hand twirling an old, silver lighter with an absent mind. Her eyes flickered to his. "Come sit with me, Feathertail. You look lonely over there. And I'm sure you could enjoy something soft after so long, right?" After such an extended period in the desert, he had to be tired and wishing to simply rest. Sleep surely wasn't going to come for them any time soon, but relaxation was well deserved, and she was obviously more than welcoming it. Body twisting slightly to gain more comfort, she took a deep breath, allowing herself a very slow and long release. The woman enjoyed the soft, plush comforter beneath her, the high thread count screaming out to be touched and rubbed against her skin. It had been... Actually, she had no idea how long it had been since she had the chance to sleep in a bed. Grateful wouldn't begin to describe her feeling at that moment.<br><br>"What's on your mind, sweets?" Eyes having managed to stay on him, they simply peered into his dark orbs with curiosity. She was content in her spot, comfort overwhelming the aching body the continued to obscurely stretch out left and right. Yet, her eyes managed to barely waiver from his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>05-03-2012, 09:48:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/LeonaSmith.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Leona Smith (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Todd Williams<br><br>The corner of Leona's mouth twitched up. She'd seen his file before she'd left John Carter's office not even 3 days ago. He was making this little story up and it thrilled her to no end! She suddenly felt right at home in this partnership, letting down her guard a bit more. She sipped on her coffee as he ended his story. Leona thought for a moment before sitting up and placing her elbows on the table.<br><br>"I grew up an orphan," she stated matter of factly. "My parents died in a terrible car crash when I was a child. I was put into the system at age 7 and bounced from foster home to foster home for the next 11 years. Oh but they were cruel people in those foster homes! They never let me watch TV or eat candy and they made me go to bed every night by midnight!" She paused a moment. "So I burnt down their house," she said nonchalantly, a side long look watched for his reaction.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/A8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aryanna Murphy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897479#msg5897479)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>Elise Mauvais, Alexander Emerson, and Renair Malcovian<br><br>"A blood wine..." Ary looked up with a furrowed brow from her notepad. Just how old was Elise? Ary could swear Elise looked her age but she'd been drinking alcoholic beverages since she'd arrived. Mama had made sure to check her ID from the beginning. Ary realized she didn't know a thing about Elise, save for the gossip spread by the rest of town. She contemplated this as Elise rose and went to the new man. Ary turned with her, wanting to just sit by the fire and pick Elise's brain. She seemed like she may just be really interesting beneath all that crazy.<br><br>Ary's brows raised as she watched Elise's blatant sexual display. She could almost feel Mama's hands over her eyes. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Laurie sit up a bit straighter, clearly enjoying all this. What had gotten into that girl lately? It was like watching a train wreck. She'd talked to Laurie until she was blue in the face. She just didn't have the strength anymore to continue pulling her friend out of increasingly sticky situations. A glance back and she caught Elise planting a quick kiss on the stranger's face before walking away. Did she know him? Whatever...<br><br>"Hi, my name is Aryanna and I will be taking care of you this evening," Ary had approached his table and withdrawn a menu from her waist, placing it in front of him. She was blushing softly from the heated display only moments ago. "I'll get you a water while you look over the menu." She looked into his eyes and was momentarily caught off guard by a very uncomfortable feeling. She smiled sweetly at him, before turning away.<br><br>The blush remained on her cheeks as she approached the next table. She'd seen Mama motioning for her to wait on him while she was waiting on the strange man with the top hat. He was quite handsome in a fairly sophisticated way. It had been a long day and her feet were aching. She took a deep breath, stating, "Hello there. My name is Aryanna and I will be taking care of you this evening," she smiled another sweet smile at him, motioning for her fellow waitress to deal with the other couple that just entered. She withdrew a menu from her apron pocket and placed it in front of him. "The special for the day is our famous beef brisket pot roast with sides of dumplins, mashed potatoes, and veggies. I'll let you look over the menu while I go grab you a glass of water."<br><br>She poured a couple glasses of water at the drink station and whisked one over to Renair. She'd dropped off Elise's drink order to Mama, who was back at the bar and busy getting that for the woman. "Have you had enough time to look over the menu?" She asked, taking her notepad from her apron.<br><br>The way this night was going, she just wasn't going to be able to get the room service for the couple upstairs. She motioned her fellow waitress over and told her to take it on up to them. She hoped the new girl wouldn't screw this up.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/MayMurphy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> May Murphy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> William D'arcy<br><br>May was going about her duties back behind the check in counter, when the man walked up. She checked him in to a room, smiling politely all the while. When he pulled out his ID and pictures, May's face filled with surprise and concern but she shook her head at having seen the man in question. No one like that had been in this building of which she was aware.<br><br>She gathered a bundle of napkin wrapped silverware that she had been preparing to put on the tables for the morning meals. She glanced at the TV in time to see Samantha Pickens on the screen, "This is Samantha Pickens, reporting to you live from the Lindon Farmstead on the outskirts of Reedland, where there appears to have been a murder..."<br><br>"Ohhh!!!!" May let out a cry of disbelief. Metal on metal could be heard clanking as the napkins were dropped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 00:26:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7190/6918329441_71dc17c694_s.jpg) </div> <strong>Name: Todd Williams</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Race: Witch</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location: Murphy’s Tavern </strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Time: Day 1, Evening</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged: Any</strong><br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Todd smiled, “For no TV and candy you burnt down their house.” He seemed to consider that for a moment before he said with a smile, “They got off lightly, I would have sliced their bellies with a fish knife, pulled out their intestines and garrotted them with it.” <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then he finished his coffee, “Now having wined and dined you, entertained you it is time I finished the evening off by taking you to my room. There to be ravished and forced to endure multiple orgasms.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Leona was trying him with the arsonist orphan so turn about was fair play. But actually they did need to be alone, not for the horizontal gymnastics although she was sexy enough he had to admit. No they need to be able to talk without any long ear listening in. he hoped that Leona got that part of what he had said to her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 01:24:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/2aif2na.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Alexander Emerson</strong></span><br><em>Murphy's Tavern<br>Day one - Night<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>: open</em><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Alexander took a liking to Aryanna right away. He liked her soft voice, and the effortless way that she carried herself. If it was wrong of him to feel attracted to her, then he was a dirty man. He could tell that she was not old enough to smoke a cigarette, or go out on the town. Hell, she probably couldn't even refer to school in the past tense comfortably yet. But, Alexander actually watched the way that he spoke around her. In his own quiet, and reserved way, he was flirting. The goal of his interaction with her was to leave her feeling entirely uninteresting. He liked feeling like an unreachable object. For, when the woman actually got to stretch out and touch him, it almost felt like worship, or subservience. "Thank you," He almost used her name, but restrained himself for a few different reasons, firstly, it didn't feel appropriate, he hated using his servers name when he wasn't attracted to them, so there was no need to use it now. Secondly, he was afraid that if he used her name, she would be able to hear the longing inside the subtext. "The special sounds great, but I'll wait before making my decision. He displayed a neat smile, one that completely mismatched his shaggy appearance. His facial hair was out of control, and he hadn't bathed in a couple days. Feeling very much like a scrub, he displayed none of these concerns. His back was straight, his eyes were predatory. The shape of his lips were friendly. "Take your time." He had called to her as she was leaving.<br><br>the menu was basic, and the special of the night was just as intriguing as the rest, he'd made his decision, the pot roast was an easy choice. Situated, he took the time to observe his surroundings, unfamiliar with the area, everyone just appeared to be a local to him, even Elise and Renair were inconspicuous to him. The fire seemed to liven the whole place, much more than the company or the liquor that was moving slowly around the establishment. <br><br>The TV caught his attention. His worry for Dianna painted his face. He had no way of knowing if she was involved, but it would make a lot of sense. His sister would never abandon her car. And this town was so small, every one was likely a suspect, and any missing person was likely a victim. He keyed in to the broadcast and forgot about everything and everyone in the tavern. He awaited a name, an identity of the murder victim. His heart was raised into his throat. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 02:33:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/imagesqtbnANd9GcTHq2nZ0e5GFwFvau4YvMh6ayAGPBsjKwC5cV3RqPAXCqfGywfVtg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Renair Malcovian (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5898525#msg5898525) <br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern/Main Dining Room<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Elise, Aryanna, &amp; William<br><br><hr><br>Hearing the murmured statement brings Renair’s eyes back to the attractive younger vampire and returns the smile to his face. He watches with mild amusement the exchange between the vampire and little hybrid waitress only glancing towards the two witches when the male is mentioned and a message is given to take back to him. His attention is spilt between the vampire and the waitress for two very different reasons. The vampire is simply attractive and could be quite fun to spend with possibly making one of his followers while the hybrid has so much potential that if guided properly could benefit him greatly and it would be so much fun to guide her.<br><br>When the lady vampire is suddenly behind him and placing her hands on his shoulders Renair lets his eyes close as he enjoys her touch. Her words whispered close to his ear causes his smile to become more pronounced and the kiss placed on his cheek brings a low moan from his lips. As she moves away his eyes reopen and are laden with lust as he watches move up to the bar. He is clearly pleased at the show she is obviously putting on just for his benefit. He is definitely pleasantly surprised at the delights this small out of the way town has to offer.<br><br>When the waitress makes her way to his table it takes Renair a moment to pull his eyes away from the lace covered vampire. He smiles at the young hybrid his eyes actually sparkling in delight. He doubts she even realizes what connotations her words about taking care of him have. ”Aryanna, what a delightful prospect. I do like the idea of you taking care me tonight.” He ignores the menu left on the table and as she goes on about her business as a waitress his eyes return to the vampire and low growl rumbles from his throat barely audible. He is mildly surprised had how quickly she returns with his water and asks if he is ready to order. His eyes returns to her with the same smile on his face as before. ”I’ll just have a blood wine, thank you.”<br><br>As another vampire enters and approaches the counter Renair feels the need to study this new arrival. His smile fades a bit as he takes in the other man’s appearance. His manner of dress does not suggest anything but his stance and the way he moves does concern Renair. The other vampire fairly old and carries himself like a man trained as a knight. The ingrained honor of a knight is rarely something that goes away even centuries after he should have died. This makes the other vampire a possible threat and somebody Renair will have to be wary of as knights always need a lord or lady serve, something Renair will never do. Oh he can appear to play by the rules, but will never actually serve anybody but himself.<br><br>Then the TV news broadcast catches Renair’s attention. He does not look at the television but does listen as his eyes shift from assumed former knight back to the sexy lady vampire. His smile does take on an appearance of some private little pleasure. He is certain that this Lindon Farm is where he had feasted the night before. How many murders are likely to happen on farms in a day around a small town like this one?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>09-03-2012, 16:49:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/elfi9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Oyohusa Adawehi (FeatherTail) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5898522#msg5898522)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern, Room six on the third floor<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Lyguardia Fen (Iggy)<br><br><hr><br>The native watches as Iggy lies back on the bed with her long dark hair fanning out on the bed. In four years he has not thought about a woman or taken time to simply enjoy the beauty of one, but tonight he cannot seem to take his eyes off this one. He does not even think about how much she resembles the woman he had loved, he no longer sees the other lady only seeing Iggy for the beautiful individual that she is. When she invites him to join her on the bed he smiles which actually starts to reach his eyes putting just the hint of a spark in them to soften the pain and sorrow they always show. He lingers in his seat at the door a moment longer not wanting to lose the image of her even for a moment. He finally stands displaying a natural and practiced grace by not using the floor or wall to aid in his rising and simply stands from his cross legged position on the floor. After only two steps towards the bed and the exquisite young woman on it he is about to answer the question about what is on his mind when there is a light knock on the door.<br><br>While FeatherTail is expecting their dinner to arrive he is still a very cautious man. So as he turns back towards the door his right hand slips under his denim jacket to grip the handle of one of his kukri knives. He unlocks and opens the door just a crack with his left hand. Upon seeing the waitress he relaxes some opening the door wider but looks past her checking both directions of the hallway before allowing her to enter and removing his hand from the hilt of his blade. He is slightly disappointed that it is not Aryanna delivering the meals as she had said it would be as he was hoping to talk with her with far fewer ears to overhear. He especially wanted to warn her to stay away from the man in the top hat. The waitress sets her load down on the table and also places napkin wrapped silverware on the table along with a few extra napkins. She turns to leave and he thanks her verbally and by giving her a $20 bill. He then escorts her back to the door and relocks it behind her.<br><br>Returning to the table Oyohusa pulls out a chair and looks back over to the beauty on the bed and gestures for her to come and take the seat he has pulled out. ”My mind was completely occupied with your beauty when you asked, but now that our food is here I am reminded that it has been many hours since I last ate. Please come and join me while it is still hot.” With his hands on the back of her chair he pauses while waiting for her to leave the bed. He cocks his head sideways as he gazes at her. ”What is that strange marking on the back of your neck? Also if you are to sleep in the bed but I am not to sleep guarding the door, where shall I sleep?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>09-03-2012, 19:09:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/2cs8hew.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Elise Mauvais</span></em></span><br>Murphy's Tavern<br>Day 1, Evening<br><br><br><hr><br>Elise finds her spot on the other side of the room, small rear easily sliding itself into comfort on the windowsill that allowed the light of the bright moon poor down on her. Tossing a few stray curls to the side, she looks about the room. The 'gentlemanly' vampire still had his eyes on her, so, as not to disappoint, she shifted to pluck an invisible thread off her little lace gown, breasts gracefully falling forward to divulge the imagination. For a moment, she lingered, examining the little dress. How she desperately needed a new one. Maybe something shorter, with wider cut lace patterns, rather than the thin, close-together ones she had now. Though, perhaps that would be left for another occasion? Miss May would have a heart attack if she saw Elise running about in such skimp around the younger ones. A small smile cracked on her lips as she sat up straighter, head shaking at the town's prudence. <em>Certaines choses ne changent pas.</em><br><br>Becoming aware of another set of eyes upon her, the woman's gaze shifted to one of the new arrivals. She could tell another had come, but didn't particularly bother to look and find out who. Eyes traveling over the man, something about him seemed familiar. A reminiscence of her lost love, perhaps? With a small chuckle, she settled comfortably back, watching as he speaks with Miss May. What a strange character. Investigating? The laugh she would have let out was stopped as the sound of metal-on-metal reached her ears, a slight wince at the harsh sound. The news story flowed to her, attention quickly returning to Monsieur Top Hat. He had obviously also tuned in to the television, though as his eyes had never moved, she made a 'tch' sound with her tongue, pointer finger wagging. <em>"Such a naughty thing, you are. Taking such pleasure from something so trifling. You'll give the poor old woman a heart attack."</em> He could here her, and so, she was certain, could the other male vampire. A whistful sigh escaped her, deciding she would never find a time to just sit and relax that night as her body off the windowsill, swiftly moving to stand beside May.<br><br><em>"Sont ce que ça va, Madame? Don't be so frightened, I'm sure the authorities will take care."</em> Before bending to pick up the fallen items, Elise had glanced at the TV to allow May to think she had just read the headline. Straightened once more, she placed the items on the desk before leading the elder woman to a chair. <em>"Sit, Madame."</em> Off to Aryanna she went, asking the young girl to fetch her 'mother' some water. Or vodka. The latter working much better. As she did so, she slipped a small piece of paper into the girl's apron without any notice, though who knows when she had written it or where it had been hidden?<br><br>All of this may have seemed strange to some, but even a vampire can be nice at times. Elise had, after all, been raised in France and taught respect in various ways. Her body may be dead, but her 'heart' was not yet withered (or whatever one would call it). Having decided that the woman would be fine, likely just flustered, she walked past the knight, something she, too, had noticed of him, and returned to her window sill, looking around for that blood wine she had ordered. Hopefully it would arrive soon, as she was terribly parched. Alright, maybe not, but she wanted something flowing down her throat as a distraction- the small tavern was quickly filling with gorgeous men and she could find no way to keep her eyes in a reasonable place any longer. What a wonderful place she had picked to settle down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>09-03-2012, 19:33:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/16718y9.jpg)</div><strong><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> Lyguardia Fen (Iggy)</span></span></em></strong><br>Location: Murphy's Tavern<br>Time: Day 1, Evening; Room 6 - Floor 3<br>Tagged:Oyohusa Adawehi<br><br><hr><br>The knock at the door disturbed her calm, causing the woman to scrunch up her nose for a moment. She watched FeatherTail move around, watched the waitress attend to their dinner, then watched the door close behind her and lock. The smell of the food now reached her nose and she sat up, sliding off the bed with no objection so eating. Ears having stayed tuned to his voice, she chose not to answer the man until they were both comfortably seated, though a smile could be seen on her lips as she sat and thanked him, his comment filling her body with warmth. After he had sat down and Iggy had taken a sip of the water the waitress had left, she gave a soft sigh, looking out the window for a moment. "The tattoo," she murmured. Picking up a fork, she began eating her food, pausing here and there to speak.<br><br>"You know, cops have a funny way of labeling things-cases-when they want to find them quickly. Instead of having just electronic files, they keep paper files locked away for safe keeping. There are two sets: one has all the information of the file, the other only the name and an identifier to scan so that the other location may be found, or the information can be looked up on a computer." She picked at her food, moving it around the plate as a child would when they didn't want to eat their vegetables, or were simply uncomfortable. Then, she laughed. "Bar codes, ASIN's, whatever you want to call them- that's what they use. Like at a grocery store. They just scan the item they want and off they go!" The laugh continued, though it wasn't a happy one. It was cruel and bitter, anger and distaste dripping from each word she spoke, from each laugh she let echo through the room. The cold glass was in her hand once more, resting just in front of her lip as she almost sneered at the thought. "Fuckin' bar codes." She rarely cursed, but sometimes it was more than appropriate. Choosing to give no further explanation, the woman drank the water, sighing after the cold liquid ran through her. For a few moments she simply sat there, slowly eating the food, though her stomach growled angrily for it to come quicker. It took only but two or three minutes before she finished her silent breathing, releasing the frustration that had bubbled up inside her heart and mind.<br><br>"Oh, the sleeping arrangements!" Suddenly back to her usual bubbly self, Iggy just smiled. Oyohusa would probably think she was bipolar or something of the sort, thanks to that lovely display of anger. "It's a king-sized bed, and I don't kick, last I checked. I'd rather we share the bed than you walk around with a sore back tomorrow. I've had far too many of those and I know how much of a pain it it." She simply smiled brightly, finished off the rest of the plate and leaving her fork atop it. One leg crossed over the other as she leaned back in the chair, an arm hanging over the edge of it while the other rested in her lap. Sometimes, she took the cowboy image a bit far, since all she was missing at that point were her boots and hat. However, she had become accustomed to it at that point, so why act any different? To her, it was comfortable, almost natural, so she enjoyed herself, eyes wandering about the room. Her mind wandered in every which direction, from what she would do while her car was getting fixed, to how long she would stay in the town before she chose to go off to Nevada, California, or even straight through Idaho to Washington. Maybe the toned Indian would come with her? Join her on her never ending quest for... Something. <em>'At least I know why I'm running around like a chicken with it's head cut off,'</em> she mused sarcastically.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>09-03-2012, 21:02:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/LeonaSmith.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Leona Smith (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Todd Williams<br><br>Leona gasped, "Oh no! Multiple orgasms! Surely not!" She responded in a hushed tone, feigning horror. "Well... Alright. As long as you can silence my screaming orgasms," She look directly at Todd, hoping he understood her questioning whether he'd be able to silence the hotel room against prying ears.<br><br>She rose from her table, having signed the bill using the company card, and sauntered toward the stairs, leading them to their rooms. She hoped Todd followed.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/A8.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/MayMurphy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aryanna Murphy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897479#msg5897479)<br>May Murphy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>Elise Mauvais, Alexander Emerson, and Renair Malcovian<br><br>Blood wine? Was there a Star Trek convention in town that she wasn't aware of? Had the town been overrun with Klingons? Her eyes danced with unspoken laughter at her own joke but the welcoming smile remained plastered on her lips as she nodded to Renair.<br><br>"Blood wine coming right up," she responded. She took the order back to the bar tender who'd switched out with May. Finally he'd arrived! Papa was going to have a fit when he found out how late Clark had been.<br><br>"Clark, another sangria," she told him, figuring that's what the two had meant. Clark busily worked up the orders and distributed them.<br><br>She had left the bar and was taking the other water back to Alex when she heard the silverware drop. She quickly placed the water on his table with a quick "Excuse me" and was turning to go help Mama when she saw Elise. She was already helping the old woman, and then was making her way back. Elise slipped something in Ary's apron, telling her to get Mama some water.<br><br>Ary was too busy obeying and fetching the water to look at the note.<br><br>"Oh! Thank you, Deary," May patted Elise's hand and smiled warmly at her. Next she found herself staring into the very concerned eyes of her daughter, who held out a glass of water.<br><br>"What happened Mama?" Ary inquired, moments before the newscaster spoke again.<br><br>"...all we know is that there's been at least one murder. You could see that from the body inside. I'm overhearing that there is, in fact, a state patrolman present..."<br><br>Ary gasped. "Where did this happen, Mama?"<br><br>"The Lindon farm, Ary. Oh, something just dreadful has happened! I believe I saw John and Martha Lindon in the background there. I'll give them some time to get home before I call them," May commented.<br><br>The Lindons had lived in the same area for as long as Reedland existed. Ary had babysat a time or two for the young one, Susan. She wondered who had been murdered and why. Ary felt visibly shaken as Laurie came bouncing up.<br><br>"What has the old woman in such a fluster?" Laurie whispered in Ary's ear.<br><br>Ary made a face at Laurie's disrespectful comment. "There's been a murder at the Lindon farm," she answered.<br><br>Ary left Laurie and May to watch the news. She couldn't stomach the thought of any of that family being hurt. She'd rather get her mind on work until she could find out more details.<br><br>She walked back to Alex's table, the smile even more fake against her paling face. "Have you had a chance to look over the menu?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>10-03-2012, 00:05:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7190/6918329441_71dc17c694_s.jpg) </div> <strong>Name: Todd Williams</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Race: Witch</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location: Murphy’s Tavern/ Leona’s room </strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Time: Day 1, Evening</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged: Leona</strong><br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Screaming orgasms, idly Todd wondered as he followed Leona if she really was a screamer. Women made all kinds of noises or not at all when they had orgasm, learning each had been such fun. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once they reached her room he walked around it touching the walls with his hand as he did so. “Ok I have set up a sound illusion, all anyone outside the room, even a Vampire will hear is voices talking in a low tone that they cannot quite make out.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then he sat on the bed and looked at her, “It will help the illusion if we do talk low. So in the morning we go to the mine, but the big question is what do you make of the Vampire convention downstairs? Coincidence? Hardly seems that likely given the remoteness of this place, then again it could be they are here for another reason. What do you think?”<br><br><strong>Name: William D’Arcy</strong><br><strong>Race: Vampire.</strong><br><strong>Gender: Male</strong><br><strong>Age: 27</strong><br><strong>Location: Murphy’s tavern. </strong><br><strong>Time: Day 1, evening.</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Elise. </strong><br><br>(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7067/6939320563_69fd838368_t.jpg)<br><strong>Powers: Speed</strong> <br><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Having struck out with the receptionist it was time to hook himself into the local vampires, the bad boy or the attractive female which to talk to? It was not much of a contest was it, for all his centuries he was still a man.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She had been speaking French, words of which William recognized although his original language was Breton. A language the French had tried to supress and William had often wondered if he went back to his native Brittany how many would still speak it.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But enough of the wool gathering he left the reception area and walked over to sit on the sill facing Elise. For a moment or two he let himself look at her, she was certainly worth looking at.&nbsp; Then he said softly as he placed Jack picture on the sill, “My name is William D’Arcy enforcer for the Justicar Melissa Flavius. I seek this renegade and any assistance would be appreciated.”<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>15-03-2012, 06:33:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/2aif2na.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Alexander Emerson</strong></span><br><em>Murphy's Tavern<br>Day one - Night<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>: open</em><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Alexander had to flick the subtle switch of his attention. The murder on the television had taken him into a quiet place, and desperation was twinkling in the corner of his eyes. As he turned to look at Aryanna, all of that dissolved and he reflected the image of a father. The full black rim on his glasses shielded him from youth along with the broken stretches of his beard. He seemed concerned, as he had witnessed the reaction to the television all around the tavern, particularly from May. "I'll- um, have the special that you mentioned. the Pot roast I believe."<br><br>His mind was racing quickly and he knew that he would have to keep talking if he had any hope in keeping up with himself. "Say. I've lost my sister Dianna in town. She's run away from home. I'm worried about her, and this news is alarming..." His English was proper, slow, and formulated. "I'll be around for a while, if you..." He suddenly realized that he didn't want to busy a child with an errand of this magnitude. He even felt guilty for bringing it up. "Ah- Never mind. I'll make due on my own. Just the Pot roast for now, darlin'." Alexander smiled as apathetically as he could. The horses ass inside of him was spread across the grin. He gestured toward her to shoo away, and leaned back in his chair.<br><br>Then he lunged back toward her, "I need a coke too. Pepsi, whatever." If the news report was over, he didn't care to keep his eyes on it and find out. He sat still in his chair, upright for a normal man, slumped and weak for his own standard. Fatigue had completely conquered him. It had forced him to lose Dianna in the first place, it had set him off of his own instincts, unable to find out where she had gone after she left her car at the town grocer. And, now, he was half asleep in a tavern with odd faces in every direction. It felt like a nightmare. There was no light in the room, only secrets and pain. The fire glowed with dignity, though. Alexander fed off of it's energy to keep him awake.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>20-03-2012, 15:36:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/imagesqtbnANd9GcTHq2nZ0e5GFwFvau4YvMh6ayAGPBsjKwC5cV3RqPAXCqfGywfVtg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Renair Malcovian (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5898525#msg5898525) <br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Elise, William<br><br><hr> <br><br>Renair listened to the chastising the beautiful vampire gave him but only rolled his eyes in response. Why would he care if he gave the old woman a heart attack? Besides he never once glanced at the television so how could she know what his private smile was about? He watches as she helps the clearly distraught older woman then returns to her seat on the window sill. He is just about to stand and make his way over to her but the knight makes his way over first. Renair had not paid attention to what this old vampire had discussed with the old woman but now listens he speaks to the female. When William makes his introduction and mentions the justicar Renair’s smile vanishes and his eyes narrow. The knight is looking for a renegade vampire and for an instant Renair fears that it may be him, but then realizes that he cannot be the one being sought because the justicar would have certainly recognized him if it were his image in the photo. That moment of fear though brings to mind that he has been using the name Renair Malcovian for close to half a century and it would not hurt to choose a new one.<br><br>Renair’s eyes kind of lose focus as he thinks about what name he will use for a while. The name Philippe Sinclair comes to his mind and he thinks it has a nice ring to so he decides that when it comes time to introduce himself that will be the name he gives. Having made his decision he reaches into a pocket and pulls out smart phone and pleased to see that despite the small size of this out of the way town he has a good strong signal. Using the internet he sets things into motion for his change in identity. The change really is not all that difficult as for the most part he uses various different names to manage his assets so even if those in authority discovered his current alias he could not be tracked via the information super highway. One of the main things he does though email a contact that specializes in establishing new identities complete with proper forms documentation and fairly in depth back ground. Within two days he should have everything he needs to officially be Philippe Sinclair.<br><br>With that bit of business out of the way a small mischievous grin slightly curls the corners of his mouth up as he decides to have a bit of fun with this Justicar William D’Arcy. He stands from his table and walks to the window where the two vampires are setting. After taking a moment to examine the photo on the sill he looks at the former knight putting a very convincing look of concern and real interest on his face. Besides being smart about being a rogue he also has developed quite a gift for deception. How else could he have survived for nearly 13 centuries as a rogue and a true monster, a plague on humanity? ”Sorry to interrupt but I could not help over hearing. I have not seen the one you seek having just arrived in town this evening myself, however I may have a suggestion to help in your search. He again looks at the photo memorizing the face. While a vampire with an attitude like the one pictured may have made for an excellent follower he has already made too many mistakes and drawn too much attention. Therefore Philippe wants to make sure not to recruit him and should the opportunity arise gladly turn in this rogue to William. He looks up and back towards the television with the news story of the murder at the Lindon farm. ”I’m sure a town as small as this does not have very many murders. Could your rogue have anything to do with that? If I were an investigator I think that I would start looking there.”<br><br>Without missing a beat Philippe turns his attention to the beautiful lace clad vampire and gives her a small bow again touching the silver handle of his walking stick to the brim of his top hat a charming smile on his face. ” Je suis Philippe c'est un plaisir ma dame. Pourrais-je avoir votre nom?”*<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">*<em> I am Philippe it is a pleasure my lady. Might I have your name?</em></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>20-03-2012, 16:25:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/elfi9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Oyohusa Adawehi (FeatherTail) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5898522#msg5898522)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern, Room six on the third floor<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, late evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Lyguardia Fen (Iggy)<br><br><hr><br>If anything FeatherTail is usually a patient man. He had asked his questions and trusted the beautiful girl to answer when she was ready, so far in their time together she seemed quite willing to talk but is also capable of silence. For him the silence is rarely awkward so it does not bother him. After getting her seated he takes the seat across from her and starts eating his own meal in silence. When she starts to talk about the tattoo on her neck he stops eating to look at her in mild confusion. He knows what barcodes are and what they are generally used for but has never seen one on a human before. Her explanation makes little sense to him as he has never heard of any police department doing such a thing to somebody. Certainly if police had truly started marking people in such a manner he would have had such a mark put on him as well. One simply does not travel around the country carrying as many weapons as he carries without the occasional run in with local law enforcement and he has had quite a few. Seeing how discussing it affected her mood he waits until she has calmed down and finished her meal before saying anything and finishes his own.<br><br>Leaning back in his own chair Oyohusa places his fork on his empty plate as well and looks across the table at Iggy. He even gives her a weak smile pleased that she has returned to her normal self after explaining her tattoo. ”As long as you are comfortable sharing the bed then so am I. We have not known each other long enough for me to simply assume that you would be though, so I had to ask.” He falls silent again for a moment as he looks at her apparently studying her. He is trying to determine the best way to respond to what she had said about her tattoo.”I could remove your tattoo if you wish. That is if it is normal ink. If it is genetic like in the television show ‘Dark Angel’ than I can do nothing about it.” He gives her another small smile hoping she sees his last comment in the joking way he intended it although joking is another thing he has not done in for years and is sorely out of practice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>21-03-2012, 19:58:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/2cs8hew.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Elise Mauvais</span></em></span><br>Murphy's Tavern<br>Day 1, Night<br>Tagged: Renair, William<br><br><br><hr><br>Elise could now be bubbling with joy and excitement, the knowledge of all the strange events around her beginning to unfold. As kindhearted and endearing as she was, nothing would ever change who and, more precisely, what the woman was, so her inner child began to dance as all the drama and disaster began to plague the little town. In all the time she had spent there so far, the only interesting item she had come to find was little Aryanna and her hidden hybrid abilities. Now it seemed as if the whole world was converging in The Middle of Nowhere, Utah, just to act as a little show and plaything for the young Frenchwoman. It was obvious that her play things were growing in numbers, the show becoming longer, as the Knight made his way over to her.<br><br><em>"Bonjour, William,"</em> her accent seemed thick for a moment, as if she did not know a lick of English. Fingers tracing over the face in the photo, she pondered a moment before her eyes returned to the man. <em>"Unfortunately, I have not seen him recently, yet the face looks so... familier? Oui, familier."</em> She nodded, as if telling herself that her chosen word was correct, before continuing. <em>"Perhaps it is because he is so grotesque and rude-looking. Perhaps he is French?"</em> What little color resided in her eyes danced a fiery dance, amusement at her own little joke. It was true that the man looked familiar to her, but she had not seen him in the eyes of any of those within the town, so she could not be sure what it was that made him stand out. However, there was a strong likelihood that she would soon find out.<br><br>The other vampire came towards them, something she pondered out of the corner of her eyes. Upon his arrival, as she listened to his little speech and noted the sincere look on his face, it took everything she had not to bust out laughing. The slight turn of her head and cough into her hand could easily be played off as a distaste for the cigarette smoke that wafted towards them from the bar. It was amazing that this old vampire would try such a thing; try to seem so honest and caring, when that was so obviously not the case in any way, shape or form. Oh, how her excitement bubbled at this new predicament. What is it that he was trying to play against the Knight? Whatever it was, Elise wanted to see it, leaving her little room to work against him. Instead, she chose to work with this crook of a vampire, and smiled sweetly at his greeting.<br><br><em>"Bien sûr! Mon nom est Elise Mauvais. Il est tout à fait le plaisir de vous rencontrer, monsieur."</em> The Knight obviously saw nothing wrong with Elise, so if she were to show a subtle friendliness to the dark hearted one, it would be simple for him to allow her a front seat at his show. Smiling sweetly at both gentlemen, she leaned back slightly against the window, the cold of the night air that chilled the glass causing a faint sliding of goosebumps to trickle over her back and to her chest and arms before disappearing. It was strange how a creature with no warmth inside could be affected by the simplest of things. Or was it that she allowed herself to be affect, still trying to cling to some sort of humanity?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>22-03-2012, 00:15:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/16718y9.jpg)</div><strong><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> Lyguardia Fen (Iggy)</span></span></em></strong><br>Location: Murphy's Tavern<br>Time: Day 1, Evening; Room 6 - Floor 3<br>Tagged:Oyohusa Adawehi<br><br><hr><br>She couldn't help but smile softly back at him. It was such a strange thing to be sitting alone with a man who was an actual gentleman, not a conniving little prick, like most of them turned out to be. If nothing else, Feathertail would at least prove to be a good companion, though something fluttering around inside her wished for more than just a trusted friend. Saved by confusion, she realized the man must have misunderstood her explanation of the tattoo, she she paused a moment, smiling at his joke while she thought of a better way to explain. "The tattoo is there of my own choice. It's a blind reminder to me. It is the barcode that I found on the file for my fa- ... I found on a file that meant a lot to me- the information in the file, and all. It simply disgusts me that instead of calling cases by name, police put codes on them so they don't have to remember anything." So her explanation wasn't perfect, but she hoped he understood better now. That barcode on the back of her neck was plastered on the bottom of the folder that held her family's case summary. <br><br>With a sigh, Iggy stood and lifted her arms above her head, pulling them far to make a deep arch I her back. She groaned softly, having forgotten to stretch earlier, now almost happy that she did. The tension in her back released itself, sending a wave of relaxation down her spine. In a moment she was sitting cross-legged upon the bed, a remote in her hand. "You should probably go take that shower now," she smiled, eyes turning to the news. For a moment, she was transfixed, simply listening. Something about the story seemed so familiar- a farm in the middle of nowhere, whole family slaughtered with blood splattered as far as the eyes could reach. So familiar...<br><br>"The water's nice and hot, steaks up the whole room. Haven't had a shower like that in ages.". The look in her eyes may have betrayed her calm demeanor, but she knew all too well how she reacted to such things. Many times before she had watched the news in small towns and gone crazy, running to the crime scene to catch the man. She had a reputation with various state police stations and officers; it wasn't something she wanted to start here. Instead, she flipped through the channels, being careful to avoid all the typical local channels. Finally, she decided on The History Channel. The documentary on vampires and the supernatural seemed to be the only mildly interesting thing on, and he needed a good laugh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>25-03-2012, 00:44:31</strong>
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				<strong>Name: William D’Arcy</strong><br><strong>Race: Vampire.</strong><br><strong>Gender: Male</strong><br><strong>Age: 27</strong><br><strong>Location: Murphy’s tavern. </strong><br><strong>Time: Day 1, evening.</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Elise. </strong><br><br>(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7067/6939320563_69fd838368_t.jpg)<br><strong>Powers: Speed</strong> <br><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;William turned a curious look at the Vampire that had just joined them and then at the new story. A smile twitched his lips before he returned his gaze to the man. His eyes had that blank thousand-yard stare of the soldier that had seen so much and would deal with whatever happened.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Murder and mayhem? If the females had been kidnapped and turned into crack whores that would indict my target.<br>That is just not him.” William mused, “It would suggest a more savage maybe sadistic perpetrator. But as I have not been tasked with dealing with them.” He shrugged and looked back to the female Vampire.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Perhaps madam, they do say that the Frenchman is a cowardly dog where as the Frenchwoman is a thing of beauty.” A glint of humor appeared in his eyes before they returned to their customary blankness. “And of course I do not have to remind you that those helping a renegade gain the same status.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He glanced back and forth as they conversed in French as if he did not understand. For now he would give the impression that he only spoke English. “Are there more of our kind in the town that I may question?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>25-03-2012, 05:47:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/LeonaSmith.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Leona Smith (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Todd Williams<br><br>Leona watched intently as Todd secured her room. She'd taken him to her room, though they shared adjoining rooms. As soon as he turned back to her asking questions, she was serious, all business.<br><br>"Actually, we're the ones here for another reason." Leona pulled a manilla envelope she'd hidden at the small of her back, under shirt and pants. She opened it and retrieved the contents inside, consisting of a manuscript, sketches, and copies of various notes. She offered these to him to look over as she talked.<br><br>"This was slipped under my door moments after I checked in this evening. It's the reason I was so late meeting you for dinner. It seems we've been selected for quite the undertaking, Mr. Williams." Leona's face was sober and her eyes sincere. "It seems as though there are spies among us working for the vampires." She paused a moment, her tone grave, and let these words sink in. "They are what is referred to as the 'Enichs' in that writing there," Leona indicated the pile Todd now held. "That manuscript there states that the Oracles have been following the Enichs for awhile and have infiltrated their midst. Do you know of the Prophecy? It's been so long that it is far from common knowledge anymore." Without even stopping to hear his answer, Leona went on like a text book.<br><br>"Over a millennia ago, the Oracles had a collective vision. One of a girl with great power. They didn't see her face, only her dark hair and the shape of a crescent moon. Since that time, an honorary Moryth has been sent in secret to search of all female witches born, a crescent moon. Seventeen years ago, the current collective Oracles had the exact same vision, Todd. The search for the Prophecy is culminating!" This last bit was a hushed but excited whisper, unable to be contained. " A small division of the Moryths have been hunting for the past seventeen years for the Prophecy's location. They've narrowed it down to this vicinity but it seems the Enichs got wind of this Prophecy by someone on the inside of our organization. With their double agent, the Oracles were able to convince the vampires to look for a crescent moon symbol within the mine. Apparently a centuries old mine shaft was tapped into and the miners have been working overtime to excavate the area. The vampires have been convinced whatever power will be found here. While they look there, we are to find the real power. Us. You with your immensely useful powers and closely scrutinized past and me with my profound hatred of all things vampire. The Oracles themselves have selected us." Leona paused and took a deep breath, letting it out and looking his square in the face, zeal taking over her features. "We have been tasked with saving the world!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 23:26:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7190/6918329441_71dc17c694_s.jpg) </div> <strong>Name: Todd Williams</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Race: Witch</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location: Murphy’s Tavern/ Leona’s room </strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Time: Day 1, Evening</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged: Leona</strong><br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That the Vampires had a spy within in their ranks was no real surprise, they where in a state of cold war after all. And no doubt they would have a spy in the Vampire ranks. It was just the way it was until it all broke down and the Vampires and Witches set about killing each other in all out war.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He listened intently to Leona, that was interesting about the prophecy but her final comment made him raise an eyebrow.<br>“Save the world? Really I. “ Todd paused, “I cannot say for you but I have always been under the impression that the boss thought I was a adequate agent. Not one that I suppose would come to his mind to save the world.” <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Todd mused on this, “Knowing how he likes to play on so many levels I would not be surprised if there was another team of agents here keeping themselves out of sight. Letting us be the visible witches and thus have the Vampires attention.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He smiled, “Or you could be right and we are going to be the heroes.”&nbsp; Or very, very dead was the unspoken thought as heroics ended in either glory or death with no in-betweens.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Syberfang</strong> on <strong>30-03-2012, 12:26:47</strong>
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				(http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/syberfang/duh.jpg)<br><strong>Name: Michael T. Corbin<br>Current Race: Human<br>Location: Murphey's Tavern<br>Time: Day 2, Dawn<br>Remaining Funds: $490.00 <br>Tagged: May Murphey</strong><br><br>The sun shined brightly through the beige colored curtains that draped across the window in Michael's small, comfortable, single bed, room. The rays from the morning star kissed his eyelids, as he awoke from his world of fantasy. The whining from the combination of his phone and the air conditioner mingled together in a cacophony that almost disrupted the beauty of this serine moment. He slid his hand across the dresser trying to find his phone. It wasn't on the table where he usually kept it. He bumbled around but something left him immobile, constricting against his every movement. It was than that he noticed the sound was coming from his pants, and that he had passed out in his suit. He strained himself in an up right position, and surveyed his room. That, right there, was all that was needed to destroy this perfect morning. Like a single F on your report card, it made all the other A's meaningless, and he remembered exactly where he was. Still trapped in a strange place, all alone. <br><br>The phone clicked and the ringing stopped. It was seconds later, however, that he realized what was happening, and found himself digging through the the space within his dress pants, to locate his phone. When he finally discovered his phone, underneath a ball of lint and a small book of matches, he pulled it out rescuing it from its imprisonment, to solve the mystery of who exactingly was trying to get a hold of him. It was Jeremy. Michael shook his head and thought to himself. What an idiot. I told him I didn't get service out here, and he called anyways. He began to slide his phone back in his pocket, but like sucker punch from Ali, it hit him. He pulled out his phone and hit the redial button. Drinking before bed always made him an idiot. The phone only screamed in his ear. Perfect! He thought. "Now you have no service." He mumbled at his phone<br><br>Within an hour he found himself sitting on the steps of the Tavern with a pad and a pen, sketching the scenery. On his way down, May had greeted him with a pot of coffee. He thought himself a fool for being scared of such a nice woman. She was a lot less scary when the lights were on. He accepted her offer, and took a walk around the Tavern and yet he wound up on the porch. Maybe this place wasn't so bad, he thought as he took a sip off coffee, and touched the pen to the paper.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 16:57:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/elfi9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Oyohusa Adawehi (FeatherTail) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5898522#msg5898522)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern, Room six on the third floor<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Late evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Lyguardia Fen (Iggy)<br><br><hr><br>Feathertail remains seated at the table as Iggy explains her tattoo in greater detail. Understanding dawns on him and he gets an “Oh!” expression on his face followed by a slightly embarrassed small smile. ”I see, my apologies for misunderstanding. Seeing as it so important to you, of course you should keep it.” He had heard her start to say one thing about the file then change to something else. He is curious about the truth but does not saying anything as it is clearly something both important and private to her, if she wants him to know she will tell him in her own time. He fully understands private pain as he has never told anybody about the loss of his people. It does confirm his original feeling that she has suffered something similar making them in a way kindred spirits.<br><br>When Iggy stands and stretches arching her back Oyohusa is again reminded that she is a very attractive female and his male. He is nearly transfixed by her beauty after stretching as she moves to the bed to set with her legs crossed. In response to her saying that he should go and take his shower he simply nods in agreement before standing. As he moves towards his backpack he starts to undo the braid in his hair removing the leather cord holding the beads and feather. As the television comes on with the news story of the murder of an entire family at a local farm he freezes staring at the TV. It is hard to tell for sure from the news feed but it does have a lot of similarities to what happened at his village as well as some other stories he had heard about. Form what is said about the time of death he realizes that when he had cast his spell to determine his next location that gave him the image of Aryanna there had not been enough time for him to arrive to save the family. Without more evidence he cannot be sure but he is almost certain that it is a vampire feeding frenzy and he is quite certain that was Mr. Tophat that is responsible.<br><br>When the channel is changed FeatherTail resumes his previous activity. He would still like nothing better than to go back down to confront and destroy the fancy vampire but there are too many innocent people around. That and he believes that he was led to find the young highbred for some reason and she is more important than his revenge. When the channel is changed he goes back to what he was doing. He removes his denim jacket revealing the two very large curved knives hanging from leather rigs one under each arm. When he turns his back to hang the jacket on a hanger Iggy can also see the hunting knife at the small of his back. After picking up his pack he carries to the bed and joins but only sets on the edge being sure not obstruct her view of the television. He sets the pack on the floor next to the bed at his side. The leather from his hair he places on the night stand. In a clearly well practiced move he easily shrugs out of the rig holding the large blades and places it on the night stand as well.<br><br>The native warrior is in the process of removing his boots when channel surfing stops documentary on the supernatural and he stops to again look at the television. It only takes him a few moments to realize that the so called experts real do not have a clue and just shakes his head. The boots come off and are placed neatly next to the wall. Without standing he pulls his flannel shirt out of the waist band of his jeans and unbuttons it. With the shirt open he removes it revealing the hard muscled body of a man used to working very hard. He is not bulky but still clearly quite strong. The only thing now covering any part of his chest is the small leather pouch with bead work forming the symbol for wolf on it hanging from a leather cord around his neck. He lifts the cord up over his head causing his long black hair to go up as well. Before the hair falls back to just between his shoulder blades as small black mark can be seen on his just where his left shoulder joins with his neck. It is only about a half of an inch but looks like the paw print of a wolf.<br><br>Wearing nothing but his jeans FeatherTail rises from the bed and walks into the bathroom. Once in the bathroom he does not close the door. Leaving the door open is simply a matter that he does not see the point in it. He is not ashamed of his and simply does not see the need for privacy while he showers. It is actually something he does not even think about, it just never occurs to him that he should close the door. He starts the water running in the shower then unbuttons his jeans letting them fall to the floor and steps out of them and into the shower. Although hot water pouring down over his body feels wonderful he does lingering in it. He washes his hair first then washes and rinses his body. With that done he turns the water off and reaches for a towel. The first towel he used on his long hair. After getting as much of the water out of his hair as he can with towel he hangs it over bar and takes another towel to use on his body. Once he has finished with the towel he hangs it up as well and picks up his jeans and walks back into the main room where he once again sets on the edge of the bed next to his pack. As he does this there is no look of mischief on his face or playful gleam in his eyes. He is simply acting as casually as if he is still fully clothed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 22:29:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/16718y9.jpg)</div><strong><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> Lyguardia Fen (Iggy)</span></span></em></strong><br>Location: Murphy's Tavern<br>Time: Day 1, Late Evening<br>Tagged:Oyohusa Adawehi<br><br><hr><br>Iggy's mood seemed to lighten some, always finding a sort of comedic relief from those silly little documentaries. It was amusing to see what people came up with; the complete B.S. the world believed and tried to force onto others. Things like vampires didn't exist. If they had, the fanged creatures would likely have overrun the world a long time ago, finding themselves left with no more blood to feed, quickly turning to revolting beings who attacked one another. She couldn't help but scoff at the thought, realizing she obviously watched too many movies during her stay with the Jerkins Family in Oklahoma - her whole mental schpiel had come from<em> Daybreakers</em>.<br><br>Peripherals catching Feathertail's movements, the woman let her eyes stay on him, silently watching him move about and slide out of each piece of clothing and weaponry in layers. It was no surprise to her that he held so many different, pointed objects, the spear, after all, having proved to be only a glimpse of what the man really had. As each item was placed aside, Iggy's mind raced to identify the type, style, and its primary uses. Time had allowed her the luxury of learning about hundreds of weapons, from old Winchester knives to Barrett M99's. Visually, she examines the curves of the knives, the length of the smaller one, and the way he had hidden the three. It was obvious that he had taken some time in faceting the rigs he used, making them completely invisible beneath his jacket, and apparently fairly comfortable.<br><br>As his hair fell, he eyes flickered to the dark strands. Something about long hair on a man had always caught her interest. Perhaps it was the fact that many saw it as a taboo or strange thing for a man to have such long hair, or perhaps the simple fact that a man could take such care of such long hair and still seem so rugged. When he walked off into the the bathroom, shirtless, Iggy released the sigh that had unknowingly built up in her chest, falling back on the bed with her arms spread out, but legs still crossed. Her range of motion and flexibility shown in the ease with which she managed to push her upper body up, the crackling of her bones dull in the television's background noise. Before she knew it, the man had returned, sitting naked at the end of the bed. She couldn't help but smile at this. Feathertail was a man with no shame, and who would blame him? A figure so tanned and sculpted had no reason to be hidden. A hand slipped to her lower abdomen, resting there as the other ran through her hair in an attempt at distraction. The woman had known many men in her life, though very few actually seemed interesting to her, and even less managed to figure out a mixture of interesting and attractive that gave her eyes and mind a reason to stay glued to the man. As he searched for his clothes, Iggy found herself looking over the lines of his back, taking in where the muscle looked strongest and where it looked as if he had worked his hardest to tone everything so perfectly. His broad shoulders welcomed her to slip her arms over and simply lean against his back, allowing her to speak softly to him.<br><br>Thoughts having taken her off to another world, Iggy quickly snapped back to the room in the little tavern- to the real world. Rare was the only thing she could use to describe her feelings, so in an attempt to push them away, she sat up, pulling the jacket that covered her off and tossed it to the chair she had been sitting on moments ago. Legs stretching out from under her, she pushed herself back on the bed, legs slipping under the white sheet hidden below the comforter. Though the thin cloth only rested up to her thighs, she found this more than enough to keep her warm for now. The windows had to stay tightly shut, and her body was already warm enough to keep any chills from attacking it. "You're an interesting man, FeatherTail. You might just end up getting me in trouble." Her eyes sparkled with humor, though something else seemed to be brewing underneath. Line of sight once more returning to the muscular mass at the end of the bed, she simply lie on her back, waiting for the man to join her, hoping it would be soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 19:22:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/imagesqtbnANd9GcTHq2nZ0e5GFwFvau4YvMh6ayAGPBsjKwC5cV3RqPAXCqfGywfVtg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Philippe Sinclair (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5898525#msg5898525) <br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Elise, William<br><br><hr> <br><br>”Ah Elise, un beau nom pour correspondre à une belle dame.”* Philippe grabs an empty chair and pulls it over by the window near the other two vampires. ”I hope you do not mind if I join you, I travel quite a bit and it is the rare moment that I get that chance to enjoy the company of my own kind.” Without any outward sign he is actually quite pleased that Sir William is only looking for the one rogue, which by his reckoning is a relatively young one judging by the mistakes he is making. At the mention of getting the women addicted to crack cocaine he grimaces his obvious distaste at the idea is not faked in anyway. ”Why anybody would force the use of such drugs is beyond my comprehension. They add such a horrible flavor. You are the investigator and I was merely offering a suggestion. It is good that you know your quarry so well.”<br><br>Setting in the chair facing the other two vampires Philippe leans back casually placing his left ankle on his right knee. His right arm goes over the back of the chair with his silver topped walking stick hanging loosely from his right hand. ”As I said I have only just arrived in the area and the two of you are the first of our kind that I have had the pleasure of meeting in several weeks so I do not know what others might be in the area.” His eyes linger over Elise again taking in her beauty again before meeting her eyes. With an almost imperceptible nod and small grin he silently thanks her for playing along with his little deception. Her playing along pleases him and gives him hope that she may be susceptible to his charms and he can get her to join the ranks of his followers. He had definitely heard the Knight’s pretty blatant threat, but knows that she really nothing to worry about as she knows what she does from her perception and intuition with no real evidence that she could give to anybody. He even briefly contemplates using her to help corrupt William as having a Justicator loyal to him would be incredibly useful. It however will likely be quite a while before he allows another massacre to happen anywhere near this small and isolated community as that would draw too much attention.<br><br>The old rogue briefly glances toward the young hybrid waitress, had he known about her before he certainly would not have given in to his thirst the way he had the previous night. He would very much like to spend as much time as he needs to get her under his control without the complications likely to be caused by the investigation of his most recent crime. Even as his eyes return to the other vampires he silently longs to taste little Aryanna’s blood hoping that she is also still a virgin.<br><br>”I’m curious, William, what makes you think your rogue is here in this quaint little town? I would think it would be much easier to hide in a much larger city.”<br><br><br><em><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">*“a beautiful name to match a beautiful lady”</span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 19:58:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/LeonaSmith.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Leona Smith (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Todd Williams<br><br>"Well, I mean, I'm just assuming the Oracles personally selected us. That's what it seems to infer there in that manuscript," Leona looked at him curiously. "So, where do you think we should start?"<br><br>Leona wracked her brain. She'd already driven through town. It'd taken her all of a couple minutes.<br><br>"There's a pawn shop we could check out in the morning. And the local library. Oh and a couple cemeteries," Leona began flicking off options on her fingers. "Also, this town is pretty small. It wouldn't surprise me if there's a coven close by."<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/A8.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/MayMurphy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aryanna Murphy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897479#msg5897479)<br>May Murphy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>Alexander Emerson, Open<br><br>"Oh Sweety, I'm sorry!" The words rolled off her tongue easily, May's motherly attitude having rubbed off on her long ago. She placed a gently hand on Alexander's shoulder. "I doubt she was in that house there. They have a small child so I doubt they'd be too open to strangers waltzing in. I'll be sure to find out more information for you and let you know as soon as possible. I'll go get that coke for you."<br><br>For the next couple hours, Ary had fluctuated from job to television and back. Orders had been delivered and bodies identified. She'd tried to be strong for her family but she'd shed a few tears upon hearing the entire Lindon family had been slaughtered. She relayed the terribly sad news to the handsome man that had lost his sister. Maybe that would bring him some comfort out of this tragedy.<br><br>The bar was still open but the kitchen was closing by 9 that evening. Ary had finished cleaning off the tables and was hanging up her apron. She was sure every muscle she possessed now ached with a pounding fury. She stretched and massaged her neck and shoulders. She was mentally and physically exhausted, emotionally drained, and more than ready for bed. Laurie had gone home and Sam had come out of the kitchen to stand behind May, his hands resting on her shoulders as she sat on a stool behind the check in counter, watching the news religiously. She went up to them, giving each of them a kiss and a hug before making her way to the stairs that lead to her bedroom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 21:01:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/elfi9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Oyohusa Adawehi (FeatherTail) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5898522#msg5898522)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern, Room six on the third floor<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Late evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Lyguardia Fen (Iggy)<br><br><hr><br>FeatherTail digs in his pack but only pulls out a hair brush instead of any clean garments as the only time he tends to wear anything to sleep in is when he sleeping out in the open under the open sky. Being unclothed is just natural to him and it simply never occurs to him put anything on because he is not alone or warn any potential companions of the way he sleeps. He leans forward and flips his hair up over his head to hang across his face and over the floor instead of the bed once again fully exposing his back and the tiny black paw print. He begins to brush out his long black lochs removing both tangles and more of the excess moisture. When Iggy speaks he pauses and turns to face her and uses the brush to open the curtain of black hair so he can look at her with a mild look of confusion showing on his face. ”I fail to see how I will be getting you into trouble, unless you plan on joining me in my hunt, which I really do not recommend. My hunt is very personal and those which I hunt are very dangerous, killers by nature.” He continues to look at her silently for a moment before returning his attention to his hair. Once he is satisfied that no more water will be coming from his hair he flips it back out of his face and runs the brush through it again making sure it is tangle free.<br><br>After placing the brush on the night stand next to his knives Oyohusa moves up alongside the beautiful young woman. He pulls the comforter and sheet down making sure not pull the sheet from her legs and slips his feet between the sheets. He pulls just the sheet up far enough to reach his waist as he rests his head on the pillow. His hands move up to interlace his fingers with each other with his head resting on them. His eyes go up to the ceiling for a moment before closing. He is tired from his long day of walking through the arid country side and the hot shower did wonders for relaxing him. However several things are running through his mind from what he needs to do regarding the little hybrid working down in the tavern to the monster sitting down there that played such a major role in the deaths of his people. He is internally struggling with his desire to slip out to don his war paint and face the monster and the responsibility he feels to protect Aryanna and the lovely young woman sharing the bed with him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 23:58:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/2cs8hew.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Elise Mauvais</span></em></span><br>Murphy's Tavern<br>Day 1, Evening<br>Tagged: William, Phillipe<br><br><br><hr><br>It took all she had to keep Elise from rolling her dark eyes, though her head shook at Phillipe's words. Williams's stab at the other man, however, was purely entertaining, causing a quiet laugh to finally slip from her lips. It was interesting to watch the banter between the two men, one trying to seem absolutely genuine, while the other simply kept pushing him away. It was obvious the two would not be very fond of one another. Somehow, it felt as if she was the center of their vision, regardless of the thoughts that roamed about in their heads. The conversation continued, but their gaze kept returning to her. Unsure if she should feel flattered or uncomfortable, the woman looked between the two.<br><br>"It seems the humans are all retiring for the night. Where is it that the two of you are staying throughout the day?" Her eyes flickered from one man to the other, curios about the answer to her question. Being a woman, and seeing their conversation as strictly business, Elise preferred to speak of different, simpler matters, rather than who killed whom. The sun would rise in merely eight hours and she was not one to sit through boring conversation. A spirit such as her's was no one that would dwindle in something she found to be much less than interesting. Hopefully, this was conveyed to the other two.<br><br>"Oh! You should both be informing Sebastian of your arrival. There will be a problem otherwise." The man would likely kill others who stay extensively in town without his knowledge. "And how long will you be staying?" Her toes pointed forward, allowing her feet to sway just barely forward. William sat beside her, intent on ignoring the other man, who sat and stared at her and the man sharing her sill, trying to act like a perfect little angel. Something about the demonic man and his cruel intentions enticed her, but the 'Knight in Shining Armor' beside her had his own heroic appeal. A brow quirked as her thoughts floated over the men, eyes following in mild interest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 00:23:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/16718y9.jpg)</div><strong><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> Lyguardia Fen (Iggy)</span></span></em></strong><br>Location: Murphy's Tavern<br>Time: Day 1, Late Evening<br>Tagged:Oyohusa Adawehi<br><br><hr><br>Chuckling, her joke hadn't transferred the way she meant it, but it didn't really matter. Her mind was already completely distracted, watching as he brushed through his hair. The paw print on his back once again caught her eye, but she waited to ask about it. Once he slid under the sheets, eyes closed, Iggy was on her side, a hand under her head, other resting on the bed beside her chest. Her breathing calmed, but her eyes refused to stop moving, so she forced her lids to lower and close. "What's your connection to wolves?" Her voice was low and calm, mind finally deciding it was time to rest. <br><br>The pressure of Feathertail's body on the bed made his side slightly lower than hers, causing the woman to slowly begin to slide towards him. She didn't realize this as her mind had returned for a moment to the massacre just outside of town. The story seemed exactly the same as what she had witnessed, a thought thatade the inside of her lids sear with the heat from tears threatening to break through. The sight that had befallen the teenager on a day when she just wanted to relax, the sight that completely changed her life- it was back and closer to home than ever before. She was compelled to go tomorrow, to the house the slaughter had occurred in, but there was no way anyone in town would take her, and the truck needed to be repaired. Yet Iggy knew that this could possibly&nbsp; be her last chance to lay her mind to rest. The person that had slaughtered her parents and three brothers had returned, giving the little military brat a prior connection to the Indian that lie beside her.<br><br>At that thought, her mind seemed to shake awake, out of the nightmarish thoughts and plots for vengeance, to the fact that she was much closer to her new companion than she had remembered. Head tilting, she looked up at Feathertail, confused, but more comfortable than she had been. Hopefully she hadn't missed any of his explanation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 08:24:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/2aif2na.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Alexander Emerson</strong></span><br><em>Murphy's Tavern<br>Day one - Night<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>: open</em><br><br><br><br><hr><br>The meal had vanished with the rest of the wind, the voices, the form of thought. He cursed his waking mind, his rapid conscience, the flow of worry that wouldn't let him rest. He had spoken with the older woman for a room to sleep in, 'May?' His memory was weak. Aryanna had served him well, he tipped her five dollars, nearly forty-five percent of the bill. He was worried about her now. He couldn't stop himself. She looked exhausted in every way, and unable to hide it. He had been watching her, trying his hardest not to let the intention in his eyes turn sensual. She was blossoming, it was difficult. By the end of the night, after the identified dead, and the tension in the room; Alexander could smell something strange in the air. He wasn't sure of what had been going on in that town. But his worry was at an all time peak. His protective instincts were out of control. He had lost Dianna, and no one in town had seen her. Aryanna was the outline of his new mission. <br><br>He made sure to watch her as she retired for the night. If a mess were to be made in the hotel, he would like to know what room she was in. The murders had done something strange to his psyche, and after dinner he had had three whiskey-cokes. His fourth drink was half gone, dripping dew from the edge of the glass and down onto a napkin. His hand hovered near it, his eyes were on the three vampires by the fire. He was studying them, and no longer making an attempt to hide it. <br><br>The human had no idea what he was dealing with. They looked like three deuces in a game of poker. 'Dianna had always insisted that something was wild.' Alexander couldn't shake his sister from the focus of his thoughts. <br><br>Among the three suspicious characters that he was dead-set on glaring, the woman detached most of his attention. It was odd, seeing the shadowing figure of Philippe, and the blunt shining social disaster that was Grover. However, the perfect form of feminine wonder was the most unsettling factor of this crowd. She seemed to be intimidated by them. All of them were too proud. It looked like the negotiation of a business merger. 'But, that couldn't be the truth.'<br><br>He wanted to call their names, but he didn't. He failed to gesture their direction. His fourth drink was gone. Mr. Emerson was in no hurry to refill it. The bourbon had isolated it's affect in the center of his chest. He was buzzing with intrigue, and it felt like he'd just woken up from a long sleep. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 16:40:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/elfi9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Oyohusa Adawehi (FeatherTail) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5898522#msg5898522)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern, Room six on the third floor<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Late evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Lyguardia Fen (Iggy)<br><br><hr><br>Hearing Iggy’s softly spoken question brings FeatherTail’s mind out of its wonderings about what he should do and focuses his thoughts back on the lovely woman next to him. His eyes open and he turns to look at her while trying to decide the best way to explain his connection to Wolf so she will understand. He remains silent as her eyes go closed and threatened to shed tears. He wants to ask her what is wrong but once again does not knowing that if she wants to share her she will. He rolls on to his side facing her leaving his lower arm under his head with other resting on the bed just inches from hers. He remains silent just watching her and realizes that for the first time four years he is simply enjoying just looking at another person. He begins to remember what it is like to be tender with another person and has a strong urge stroke her hair or just place his hand on her shoulder in a comforting manner, but refrains from doing so.<br><br>When whatever is bothering Iggy seems to pass and her eyes open Oyohusa smiles warmly at her. ”All the animals have a spirit that that the same form. These spirits choose humans to help and guide and Wolf chose me many years ago. She is my totem. You saw the way I got your truck running. Magic is real although only a very few rare individuals like myself can work it. I learned the ways of the Shaman, the Medicine Man, although I focused more on using it be a better hunter/warrior I was next in line to be the Medicine Man for my people. She is essentially my source of power so of course her image is very important to me and I display it proudly. That in a nutshell is my connection to wolves. Well that and they are just magnificent animals.”<br><br>Even though FeatherTail had been watching Iggy while her eyes had been closed it is not until he finishes his brief explanation that he realizes that she has been slowly sliding closer to him. Somewhere in his mind he knows it is just gravity pulling her towards him as he weighs more and thus is pressing the mattress down putting her on an angle. But in this moment looking at her and knowing just how alluring he finds her to be it feels like some other force is drawing them together, like something greater than them wants them together. Even though she no longer appears to need comforting the urge to touch seems even stronger. Feeling as if he cannot resist this urge anymore and really not wanting to resist anyway his hand comes up from the bed to lightly touch her forehead. His fingers caress her soft skin slipping up into her hair and slide down towards her ear drawing some strands of her luxuriously soft dark hair up out of her face. When his finger tips reach her ear his hand comes to rest with his palm on her cheek and his thumb runs lightly over her lips before coming to rest on her chin. He gazes into her eyes as much of the pain and sorrow visibly leaves his dark orbs to be replaced by contentment and almost happiness. Looking into her eyes he forgets about the loss of his people, the monster responsible just two floors down, and about the strange hybrid vampire/magically gifted girl Aryanna. ”Iggy, you are truly a beautiful woman and I honestly cannot remember the last time I was this happy or comfortable in the company of another person and I feel as if we have sort of connection.” To her those words may seem like some sort of line meant to seduce but the look on his face and in his eyes shows that he is sincere and truly means every word as currently there is not even the slightest hint of lust coming from him in any way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 19:46:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/16718y9.jpg)</div><strong><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> Lyguardia Fen (Iggy)</span></span></em></strong><br>Location: Murphy's Tavern<br>Time: Day 1, Late Evening<br>Tagged:Oyohusa Adawehi<br><br><hr><br>With a small smile, Iggy listened to the man's story. Her mind buzzed with the compilation of various stories she could recall, all about spirit animals, Shamans, and the tribal world in general. Although the word 'magic' was hard for her to believe, she chose not to say anything. Raised by a military man, magic and other-worldly things were seen as a complete joke; just stories for children to dwell on when they had nothing better to do. She had held fast to that belief, never having found proof of any of the accusations of truth that people insisted on making. The closest she had gotten to such a truth was when she spent time with the tribes, but she still tried to connect that to Chi, Ki, and the various other sources of inner power known to Asian cultures. FeatherTail's explanation gives the woman an understanding of where he would be right now, had he things gone well for him, her smile turning into a more saddened one. <br><br>When his fingers touched her skin, Iggy stirred, eyes attempting to follow their movement; it was a failed attempt, but such a delicate touch was unheard of in her world. She was used to something rough, almost dangerous, that shown the animalistic side of men. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy that side - it could be quite a bit of fun - but a hand softly moving through her hair, so slowly and calmly; it almost scared her. The hand that rested on her cheek was warm and caring, causing her body to melt under it, though not before a short, hidden chill found itself bounding down her spine, reacting to the touch on her lips. The words that followed would have turned her into a puddle of goo on the bed. There was only one person in the world that had ever said something so genuine to her; her third grade crush you moved away nearly a week after he had gotten up the nerve to hold her little hand. Thinking such a thing made her want to laugh, but the look in FeatherTail's eyes only allowed her to fall closer against the man.<br><br>"Is it strange that you're the only man to ever say such a thing to me? To even attempt to make me feel truly calm and comfortable... Happy, even?" All thoughts seemed to be erased from her mind as her hand found itself against that broad chest, slowly sliding up to rest against his neck. Eyes flickering back up to him, she seemed torn, unsure of what to say or do. But the words kept ringing in her ears and a sort of joy she couldn't remember feeling filled her body, warming her from head to toe. The woman murmured a soft, "Thank you, FeatherTail, for caring," as her head tilted up in his hand, lids low but grey orbs still flooded with emotion, her lips pressing softly against his. Such an intimate, caring moment was one she had never experienced, but that short, simple kiss told Iggy that she could trust the man with all she had. Those grey orbs that now gazed into his began to crown with that strange gold ring that showed itself when she enjoyed time in the sun. Apparently, that wasn't the only occasion that would give her that odd coloring, but she was far from aware of it. The man before her made her feel happier and stronger than she ever had before. Her guards were down and thrown out the window, yet she couldn't have cared less. Lying there with him made all the sense in the world and she almost hoped morning wouldn't come.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 01:15:36</strong>
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				Matthew Ayman<br>Location: Murphy's Tavern<br>Day 1 - Night<br>Tagged: Anyone<br><br>Matthew stepped out of the taxi that he took from the airport to this inn. He smiled as he looked around the place and he found himself feeling rather comforted by the outlook of it. <em>For a modern building, it looks like quite an antique to me... it really is quite a magnificent piece of architecture. Whoever designed this building must really like the look of buildings in the old days, or someone who would like to project the feeling of comfort to anyone entering it.</em> He thought silently to himself as he walked towards the entrance of the inn.<br><br>Once inside he was taken in by the wooden interior of the place and once again he smiled <em>This just confirms my earlier thoughts... comfort was the main draw to this place.</em> He then ran a hand against one of the wooden beams and then thought again to himself. <em>Not to mention that the way the wood is made... this is the work of a master craftsman. I am no carpenter, but I hope I can learn how to do this someday... my Sire would love to have some of these well done wooden furniture in his house.</em><br><br>He then looked around and saw that he was in a dining room of some sort, and he quickly moved to one of the empty tables and took a seat, and waited for anyone to serve him and maybe he would get his room. He was staying for a while, he decided as he couldn't pass up the opportunity to try and find out who was the one who built this house and its furniture.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 23:33:01</strong>
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				<strong>Name: William D’Arcy</strong><br><strong>Race: Vampire.</strong><br><strong>Gender: Male</strong><br><strong>Age: 27</strong><br><strong>Location: Murphy’s tavern. </strong><br><strong>Time: Day 1, evening.</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Elise. </strong><br><br>(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7067/6939320563_69fd838368_t.jpg)<br><strong>Powers: Speed</strong> <br><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At Philippe’s question William turns his gaze away from Elsie and to him. “Because when I am given a case I immerse myself in them. Read everything I can, talk to other Vampires what ever it takes to get an idea of them. How they operate, alone or with others, followers. The type of activities they like, how they feed.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then I can anticipate their actions, Jack is a rabbit, first sign of danger and he is off.&nbsp; The city would be the logical choice but he wants to drop completely off the radar. And where else but a place out in the middle of nowhere but one he has a connection to?” <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He turned back to Elise, “I have a room, so it looked like the bathroom for me. Hope they have a good size bath until I find something better. And yes I need to present my credentials to the local power, Sebastian you say his name is.”<br>He smiled and this time there was more than just a movement of face muscles. “I would consider it a favor if you could take me to him, it is easier I have found if it is a local Vampire doing the introductions. As for how long until I Jack or I have satisfied myself he is not here.”<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7190/6918329441_71dc17c694_s.jpg) </div> <strong>Name: Todd Williams</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Race: Witch</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location: Murphy’s Tavern/ Leona’s room </strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Time: Day 1, Evening</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged: Leona</strong><br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Todd smiled, “Good ideas and yes we should check out the local coven.” He pondered for a moment or two, “I bet this town has a local midwife, she will be worth talking too as in a town this size she has probably aided in the birth of every baby.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He leaned back against the headboard. “Why do you hate Vampires so much? I must admit I have ill will towards them but your voice implies a great deal more.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Idly he let his eyes wonder over her but it was more the automatic reflex of a man rather than a deliberate act.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 05:27:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/A8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aryanna Murphy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897479#msg5897479)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, late evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>Alexander Emerson<br><br>Ary had almost made it to the stairs when the sound of the door opening and closing made her turn and survey the room. Sam was already on his way over to greet the new man. The beautiful Elise, as usual, was surrounded by handsome men. Then she spotted one of the customers she'd served earlier. He had tipped her well but now sat all alone at his table, looking almost lost. Her heart immediately tightened and she felt an overwhelming sadness for him. After tonight's news, he must be terrified of his sister's whereabouts.<br><br>Ary doubled back to the bar, helping herself to a glass of ice water and pouring another of the same. She made her way to the man's table and sat one of the glasses in front of him as she took a seat across from him. She looked into his eyes and with charm and the overwhelming sense of familiarity possessed by those from a small town, she reached out and cupped his hand with her own. Remnants of cold and water lingered on her otherwise soft gentle hand. Her greyish green eyes, ringed with a dark grey, held a great deal of sincerity. Her cheekbones raised her plump cheeks slightly as she tried for hope and cheer in her voice.<br><br>"Your sister's going to be ok, you know. Where did you see her last?"<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/SamMurphy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sam Murphy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, late evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Matthew Ayman<br><br>"Evenin' Son," Sam had made his way over to the table seating the new patron. "Kitchen's closed for the evening but the bar is still open. Make yourself at home. Anything I can get for you?" Sam had a pleasant smile on his age worn face, hiding the stress and sadness from the evening effectively. He knew John Lindon well, had produced numerous woodworking commodities for him, had watched his son grow, fall in love, marry, and have a child. He watched out of the corner of his eye as May left the Check In station to the night manager and scurried off to give Martha Lindon her condolences via phone call.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/LeonaSmith.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Leona Smith (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, late evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Todd Williams<br><br>Leona's bright brownish green eyes lit up. "Fantastic idea about the midwives!" She exclaimed. Why hadn't she thought of that? Brilliant!<br><br>A moment later and that light drained from those eyes, making them dark and solemn, faraway. The only light of life were the embers of hatred smoldering deep inside them. She contemplated for a few moments in silence.<br><br>"We were just there to research him, David and I, my former partner," Leona began. That familiar nauseous feeling entered her stomach as she thought of David's demise. That feeling was always immediately followed by a harsh groping of her heart by tendrils of sadness. Her brow furrowed and she took a deep breath before continuing. "He was always quick to respond. Act now, ask questions later. I had to be the level headed voice of reason. Well that day he acted before asking questions, following Daimon into the warehouse before I could arrive to talk that reason. And when I did show up, my voice was taken from me. I couldn't warn that we were Moryth. It's against code to kill us, as you know. A cold hand clamped over my mouth and all I could do was watch as David was drained," Leona paused again, drawing in a shaky breath as a single tear rolled down her cheek. She shook her head as if in disbelief. "There was something about that warehouse. Something that rendered our powers useless. They'd known we were witches and had led us there deliberately. But the backup I'd called arrived before they could feast on me. And they fled, leaving me stripped of my firearm and holding my partner's lifeless body."<br><br>Leona cleared her throat and finally focused, her eyes once again back on Todd. "So yeah. I hate vampires."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 07:09:29</strong>
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				Name: Matthew Ayman<br>Location: Murphy's Tavern<br>Time: Day 1, late evening<br>Tagged; Sam Murphy<br><br>Matthew was startled for a moment by the elderly gentleman called him and he turned and smiled gently. "Thank you for the offer good sir... I'll have a lime soda, if you don't mind." He then noticed something about the old man's face and he took some time before speaking. "Sir... are you feeling alright?"<br><br>Although it wasn't very visible, he sensed that the old man felt sad about something, but he was unsure what it was. He then waited for the old man to answer his question.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 21:12:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/imagesqtbnANd9GcTHq2nZ0e5GFwFvau4YvMh6ayAGPBsjKwC5cV3RqPAXCqfGywfVtg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Philippe Sinclair (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5898525#msg5898525) <br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Elise, William, notices Matthew<br><br><hr> <br><br>At Elise’s comment about the humans retiring Philippe glances around the dining room and shrugs. ”It is a small rural community. It would not surprise me in the least if the street lights go off in another hour or so. I do not yet have a place to spend my days. This was just going to be a brief stop in my wanderings, but this town appears to be far more interesting than first glance would suggest. I guess I should get a room while someone is still manning the reception desk.” He looks towards the desk in question but makes no move to leave his seat. If indeed the knight is trying to get him to leave the two alone he does not seem to be aware of such. If anything such an attempt would only amuse the old rogue as it would show a lack of confidence thinking that he cannot compete with another male for the attentions of beautiful woman. Philippe actually likes the added challenge of competition and the more the other tries to drive him away the more congenial he will actually become.<br><br>At the mention of presenting themselves to this Sebastian Philippe glances between the two sitting on the window sill. ”This Sebastian is the local lord then? I was not planning on presenting myself, as I was not planning on staying. If you are going to take William to see Sebastian then I think that I will tag along as well as it looks as though I may be staying more than just a few days here.” Turning his attention to the knight he smiles in almost apologetic manner and spreads his out to either side of his body. ”If this Jack does indeed wish to completely drop off the radar and does have ties to this community then it does indeed make sense for him to go to ground here. You did not mention that he had ties here before. Please forgive my curiosity I am not an investigator but am most interested in learning how one goes about hunting down our own kind. Perhaps Sebastian will know of Jack and be able to shed some light on what his ties might be.”<br><br>Turning his attention back to Elise Philippe’s smile takes on a friendly and truly interested appearance. This is not an act he is simply trying to put on as he is truly interested in getting to know more about the beautiful younger vampire. ”Elise, you seem quite knowledge about this area. How long have you been here? If you don’t mind my saying though there must be something as to yet unseen by me to have kept your interest here for so long. Is it something you can enlighten me to?”<br><br>Philippe turns to look back into the dining room when he senses the arrival of yet another vampire. He briefly watches as the new arrival looks about the room clearly admiring the craftsmanship of the woodwork in the tavern. When the older gentleman comes out from the kitchen and joins the new vampire Philippe turns back to his current companions. ”I don’t recall sensing anything but there must be something drawing our kind to this small town as there seems to be more activity here tonight than a community of this size could normally support. Makes me very curious as to what fate has in store for us.” The smile he gives to both vampires is one of honest amusement and real curiosity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 22:05:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/elfi9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Oyohusa Adawehi (FeatherTail) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5898522#msg5898522)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern, Room six on the third floor<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Night<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Lyguardia Fen (Iggy)<br><br><hr><br>Iggy’s words at first do surprise FeatherTail a bit, but then the fact that she is alone and clearly does not trust other people easily makes him realize that it is not such a strange thing that she has never heard such heartfelt words before. ”No, it is not all that strange. It seems that in this day and age people are not very concerned with making any real connections to others. I have only said such things to one other person and she was taken from me and this world some time ago.” As she moves closer and then presses her lips lightly to his own the hand on her cheek slips back through her hair to the back of her head then down to her back. The kiss is light and wondrous bringing a joy to his heart and soul like he has not felt in more than four years. The golden crown to her eyes makes them irresistible to gaze into and he could not look away from them even if he wanted and cause his own dark orbs sparkle with a new light of their own. ”Why thank me for feelings I have no control over and did not intend to have? I should be thanking you for giving me something to care about and for giving me a joy I thought that I would never feel again.”<br><br>The arm under Oyohusa’s head slips free to join his other arm wrapped around Iggy’s body as he rolls back to his back. His embrace on her body gently draws her to move with him placing her upper practically on top of his chest with the rest of her body running along his body. He places a kiss his own back on her lips it starts as gently and tender as her kiss but as he holds it longer it becomes deeper, more loving and passionate and his arms tighten around her body. ”I thought finding you and your truck on the side of the road just a convenient way to get into town, but now I am very glad that the spirits have brought our paths together. I now find myself hoping that out paths will run together for quite some time.” He leans back against the pillow but still cannot bring himself to pull his eyes from hers. A deep sigh of happy contentment slips from him as his hands begin to simply move lightly over her back in slow circles. After a few moments his arm does leave her back long enough to turn the light on the night stand off but immediately returns to embracing her lightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 03:09:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/2aif2na.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Alexander Emerson</strong></span><br><em>Murphy's Tavern<br>Day one - Night<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>: Aryanna Murphy</em><br><br><br><br><hr><br>This was volatile. This little peach was trying to comfort him. Her confidence and empathy were each strong. As she cupped his hands, and squeezed enough to suggest her concern, Alex was just realizing who had decided to sit with him. He was drunk, absolutely drunk. He hoped that his brain to mouth filter was on correctly, or this little girl was about to find out how much he wanted to be alone with her. He cursed to himself silently as he started to speak. "I last saw Dianna on route 923," His pace was slow, and well informed. He enunciated well for being so inebriated. "She ran away from home a few weeks ago. I've been on her tail ever since. finally lost her outside of the gas station." He exhaled in response to his own story. "She is insane." He started to laugh at himself a bit. "She has no direction. It's like she's trying to do a draw by numbers picture on the road map...It's been really exhausting." His speech was pretty normal now, warmed up from drinking silently to himself for two hours. "I came into town and found her car at the grocery store. No sister, though. It looks like it she left it there, this being the only inn would be her next logical step. Also, no sister here." He looked down and sniffed through his nose. "She vanished somewhere in this town, and it happened today." He allowed a pause to settle over the table.<br><br>His eyes were chopped slim, a slight lusty tinge sprinkled off of them as he started to speak again, "Aryana, right?" Her name-tag was gone, but he'd taken this specific girl to an absolute form of memory. "It's none of your business." His voice was busy admiring her friendliness. "And you're probably too young to worry about stuff like this." She was certainly younger than his own sister, and Dianna was twenty-one. 'Please god, be legal.' Alexander wasn't hoping for her to be accessible <em>tonight</em>. He just didn't want to feel like a dirtbag for finding a child attractive. "I find it hard to believe that a child could be this compassionate, this selfless. You're a wonder, and I've just met you." He disguised himself well. But, then he had to wonder if it was actually a disguise... There was no rationalization for it. 'There's a perfectness that I can't ignore. Yup,' he stopped thinking and spoke. "You'll have to excuse me Aryanna. I've had a lot to drink since dinner." He was smiling. His infatuation with her was healthy. He was just disturbed by it, and how much it obstructed the limits of his own culture, and upbringing.&nbsp; He was sensing her grand destiny, and her mysterious origin. <br><br>Both of the ideas tried to reveal themselves to Alexander. However, both of the concepts that he came up with were vacant of truth. <br><br>One: 'She will be a happy grandmother, still beautiful and ever full of peace.' This was the peak of a long tale that revolved around her and a lover, the image of happiness, 'the dream that is always only a realization.' The absolute vision of success and brilliance existed as a family image to this man. It was appropriate. The only reason he had come out here was due to family ideals. <br><br>Two: 'raised by her grandparents, much too young to be their child.' She had no origin in this town, only an image to live with, a roof, and a bed.<br><br>His mind was too busy to speak, it appeared like he had given her the chance to respond.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 01:01:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/16718y9.jpg)</div><strong><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> Lyguardia Fen (Iggy)</span></span></em></strong><br>Location: Murphy's Tavern<br>Time: Day 1, Evening; Room 6 - Floor 3<br>Tagged:Oyohusa Adawehi<br><br><hr><br>Iggy smiled softly at his words, finding it hard to believe that there was such care and kindness in a man out there. Never had she come across a man who actually had feelings, not just extremities to talk with. The sparkle in his eyes made her smile grow, always having found a certain joy of her own in seeing the happiness of others. His movements pull her closer, more comfortably against him, arms draping over his bare torso. A soft, surprised moan falls from her lips as his press against hers, kissing her with a kind of passion that she had always looked for, but never actually managed to acquire. She returned the kiss happily, what would have even seemed lovingly, melting against him. The soft touch that circled her back made her relax, lulling her when mixed with the even movement of his chest. Her head had found itself nuzzled against his neck, his warm breath against her hair.<br><br>Eyes having already closed, she only knew of the darkness in the room from his movements and the click of the lamp. The darkness settled in around them, the only light in the room coming from the window, moon casting a glow over them. A smooth leg wrapped around one of his, tugging herself closer to his body, surprisingly possible, though it felt as if she couldn't possibly get any closer. Sighing happily, her bright eyes opened, peering up at him, the moonlight making them look as if they were actually glowing. "Oyohusa," she whispered quietly, fingers softly pulling his chin down bring his face closer, lips hovering above his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 01:33:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/2cs8hew.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Elise Mauvais</span></em></span><br>Murphy's Tavern<br>Day 1, Night<br>Tagged: Renair, William, Sebastian<br><br><br><hr><br>An eye roll was all the woman could manage. The two were acting like children. Two full grown men, with many years under their belts, were acting like silly little boys. <em>"Cher seigneur, aidez-moi."</em> She smiled at William, nodding. <em>"The rooms here are a very good size. I'm sure you'll enjoy them. And Sebastian will love to meet the both of you. Well... Perhaps not love, he isn't one for any emotional displays, but he will want to know of your stays here, for sure.""</em> Looking to the man now at the check-in, she gave a nod, holding up two fingers. Understanding, the man picked up the phone, dialing a number. Some hushed talking and Sebastian was asked to come to the Tavern that night, hopefully arriving soon. Giving a thumbs up, Elise smiled kindly and blew the man a kiss, who grinned and returned to his work, mumbling something or other. With a chuckle, she looked back at the other two.<br><br><em>"Why am I here, you ask? Phillipe, I am here simply because I wish to be. The town is small, relaxing, and has proved to give me much company, as well as little trouble.</em> Eyes darkening some, they narrowed on the man. <em>"Mais vous savez exactement ce qui est dans cette ville. Ne jouez pas muet de moi, mon amour."</em> Quickly, a smirk filtered onto her face as she looked to William. <em>"Vous, ainsi, devraient arrêter de jouer muets."</em> Whether Phillipe had figured it out or not was beyond her, but looking into his eyes, Elise could tell that William understood them perfectly well, regardless of his feigning innocence. This little game the two had started up was amusing, and she would continue to play along with it. Phillipe made her wonder; what is it that he was planning? As much as she wanted to know, he had better not go near her little Aryanna. If the girl were hurt, there would be problems to come. Hopefully, the young one would remember to read that note that had been slipped into her apron. William, on the other hand, was a quick-witted Knight, someone from the older days who kept his tradition. She could relate to him more closely. Reedland was growing more and more interesting by the minute.<br><br>The proof of this growing interest came when another set of witches entered the tavern. <em>"This is getting ridiculous."</em> Pausing, she looked around. It seemed there were few women to visit. One a witch, the other a human. As it were, Faith and herself were the only female vampires lingering in the area. Well, aside from the rising young girl, of course. This thought made her smile. She could feel the onslaught of drama and craziness that would soon befall them. Likely many more deaths, as long as Phillipe was around. Shaking a finger at the two, she clicked her tongue. <em>"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Two silly boys, thinking you could trick me. How sweet."</em> A devious smile crawled onto her lips.<br><br><br><hr><em><br><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">"Dear lord, help me."<br>"But you know exactly what is in this town. Do not play dumb with me, my love."<br>"You, as well, should stop playing dumb."</span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 20:35:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/SamMurphy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sam Murphy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, late evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Matthew Ayman<br><br>The pleasant smile vanished from Sam's face. "I guess I wasn't doing as good of a job hiding my feelings as I thought I was," Sam commented. "A good friend of mine lost his family tonight," he indicated with his hand the TV behind the Check In station, which was now playing the late night news. The story of the murders seemed to be the highlight of the evening. Sam grimaced.<br><br>"But don't worry about me, Son," Sam straightened his back and lightened his face, laugh lines reappearing. "This town will pull through this as she always does. Lime soda it is."<br><br>Sam left the table but returned shortly with a lime soda from the bar. He had always been a very hands on owner. How could he expect his staff to do the work if he wasn't willing to put in the effort as well?<br><br>"Would you like to start a tab? Will you be staying with us? If so, I can just put it on your bill," Sam stated, the kindly smile returning.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/A8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aryanna Murphy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897479#msg5897479)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, late evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>Alexander Emerson<br><br>Ary exhaled through her nose, looking down then back up, giving a little laugh to the man's description of his sister. When she caught his eyes again, she recognized just how powerful were the fear and concern. Her brows pursed and she gave his hand a squeeze. He'd paused and when he spoke again, something altogether foreign shown in his eyes. It didn't make her uncomfortable, but the unfamiliarity took her hand away from his to cup her ice water. She took a sip before answering him. The cold refreshing liquid made its way down her throat, spurring her vocal cords to life.<br><br>"Yes, Aryanna," she didn't know why but she was slightly surprised that he remembered her name. Something inside of her lit up. This man didn't make her blush to talk to him. He didn't ooze sex and money the way the writer had. Yet, there was something even more handsome about him. If she didn't know any better, she'd say he seemed almost innocent. She had this urge to protect him, take away all his pain and heart ache. That blush that wasn't there before? Well it began to creep across her cheeks, a light dusting on her nose as well.<br><br>"Well I'm not that young," she stated, her brow furrowing only slightly. She knew this man didn't mean any harm from his assumption. "I've had my share of troubles and heart ache, and I'll be 18 in three days. Thank you for your compliments but I'm surely no child. I can handle anything you throw at me," Ary smiled lightly and sat a bit straighter in her chair.<br><br>"Listen, I don't know your name, but I'd like to help you to your room. Do you know which one it is?" Ary glanced about the table, hoping to see his room key. When she didn't find it, she looked back to his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 02:53:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/SiobhanCummins2.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/JohnDoggit2.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> John Doggit (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br>Siobhan Cummings (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, late evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Closed </div><br>Somewhere between bored, angry, and unbelieving, the corner of Siobhan's lip quirked slightly and she exhaled through her open mouth.<br><br>"Uh huh," was all she mustered, tapping the pencil against her lower lip from her crossed arm stance. She rested against the front of the desk, her legs were crossed at the ankles. Her eyes rolled over to look at John. He watched her eagerly from the seated position next to his ancient manual projector. The old news clippings were still being displayed on the screen before them.<br><br>Siobhan had been on countless expeditions for the "Truth," as John called it, since she'd joined him down here in this dank shit hole of a basement office, but this has got to be the most far fetched of them all. She'd heard about aliens, witches, demons, and ghosts, but a vampire serial killer? Seriously?<br><br>And yet John continued to sit there, watching her expectantly. Did he really think she'd say no? Had she ever said no? She sighed audibly and stood up straight, her arms loosening and shoulders slumping slightly.<br><br>"Alright, alright, fine. We'll go." John all but leapt from his chair as he began shoving things into his worn and rugged briefcase. Siobhan turned on the heels of her ankle boots and wearily collected her own things.<br><br>The buzzer to the elevator was sounding by the time she joined John in the hall because he'd been holding it hostage for so long. Siobhan sighed again. This was going to be a long week and the massive paperwork she'd eventually have to fill out would prove it. Here's to another resulting internal department investigation, Siobhan thought as she stepped on the elevator beside her partner. John was grinning as the doors closed.<br><br><hr><br>John was still grinning when they entered the small town tavern, a few hours later. He'd made sure to get them on the earliest flight and had paid extra for the speed of the taxi. He'd been waiting his whole career for this guy! The elusive Mind Melder. Rumor had it that this one vampire had thousands of other vampires enthralled in a cult following and they committed his heinous acts all over the world! If he were to find the Mind Melder, they wouldn't be able to laugh at him and his work anymore.<br><br>"Two adjoining rooms, please," he told the man at the Check In counter. The man obliged and ran his credit card. John handed Siobhan the receipt. The paperwork and filing was her job. He stopped to look about the dining area before heading to their rooms, Siobhan close behind, clearly already finding it a waste of time to be here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 18:58:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/MarkaineDecker.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Markaine "Mark" Dekker (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, late evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Alan Ardington, Richard Waldric<br><br>Approaching the Tavern entrance, Mark paused long enough to stick the cigarette in his mouth and take one last long drag. Pinch the butt between his pointer and thumb, he deftly flicked it off the porch area. Exhaling the smoke, Mark entered through the door.<br><br>Wearing a black leather jacket, tight black T-shirt, dark scruffy jeans, black combat boots, and black fingerless gloves, Mark looked every bit as out of place here as he did everywhere else in Reedland. The black eyeliner and black nail polish did little to help. Sam gave him a look of disapproval before returning to the conversation with his current customer.<br><br>Mark walked up to the bar, not making eye contact, and put a five on the counter. "Rum and coke," he stated clearly.<br><br>"ID please," stated the bartender.<br><br>Mark looked up then, clearly disgruntled. "Seriously, Clark? We <em>graduated</em> together, man. I've been coming to this bar for two years now." Clark made an almost imperceptible nod toward Sam Murphy. "ID please."<br><br>Mark sighed and from his pocket took out his leather wallet that was connected to a chain around his belt loop. He flipped it open with an exaggerated raising of his brows. Clark nodded and made him the rum and coke. Mark snatched it up and turned to scan the room, taking a sip.<br><br>There in the back of the room, quite obvious from the descriptions given him, sat his intended target audience. He made his way over and sat in a chair with his back to the room, discretion his foremost priority. He never really made eye contact but sat his drink on the table and scooted his chair up.<br><br>"Richard, is it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 23:16:14</strong>
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				<strong>Name: William D’Arcy</strong><br><strong>Race: Vampire.</strong><br><strong>Gender: Male</strong><br><strong>Age: 27</strong><br><strong>Location: Murphy’s tavern. </strong><br><strong>Time: Day 1, evening.</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Elise. </strong><br><br>(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7067/6939320563_69fd838368_t.jpg)<br><strong>Powers: Speed</strong> <br><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;William’s eyes twinkled in amusement as he bowed his head at Elise, “Beauty, brains and very aware you are a formidable woman. But your French is different from my French.” He smiled, “I left my lands to follow my Lord William to claim his New Kingdom and after Hastings I had thought I would return. But events proved otherwise and whilst I went to many lands, the Holy Land, the Mongol Empire and the like I actually have never been back.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He considered, “Maybe you would do me the honor of giving me a refresher course in French.” Her comment made him turn to look and could see her point. “It does look like we are having a convention does it not and so many witches too. All we need now are the Men in Black and the game will be a foot.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then he turned his attention back to Philippe, “You wish to know how you go about it, I suppose like one would hunt a tiger. Know where it is, how it hunts and its choice of prey and then act accordingly.” William smiled, “But remember the golden rule stay away from its claws and fangs.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He regarded Philippe curiously mentally flicking through his list of wanted rogues. None he could match him too but when he spoke to the Justicar he would ask her. She had a vast knowledge of their kind and ore than likely given that he was giving off a impression of age she might know him.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7190/6918329441_71dc17c694_s.jpg) </div> <strong>Name: Todd Williams</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Race: Witch</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location: Murphy’s Tavern/ Leona’s room </strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Time: Day 1, Evening</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged: Leona</strong><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That was quite a story and it was very understandable why she hated Vampires. No doubt she was well used if not sick of people saying how sorry they where. So instead he said, “My mother burns them and she enjoys it because they killed my father. But she scares me when she does it, there is nothing human in her face just the joy of destruction.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He paused wondering how best to say this. “Whilst I totally understand your hatred I need to know if it is going to cause problems. If the mission demands it I have no issue with you dropping rocks on them until they resemble jam. But I do not want to be getting into fights just because they are Vampires.”<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Todd smiled, “I know I am coming across like a company man but we have to depend on each other and focus on the mission.&nbsp; You understand I hope.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 00:38:42</strong>
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				Name: Matthew Ayman<br>Location: Murphy's Tavern<br>Time: Day 1, late evening<br>Tagged; Sam Murphy<br><br>He noticed that the old man's demeanour changed and he wondered if he had said something wrong. He then looked at the news, and heard about the murders. The old man said that the people who were killed were the family of a good friend of his, and he was about to apologize for his unitentional mistake when the old man just laughed it off before leaving for a moment and returned with his lime soda.<br><br>He then thought for a moment about the old man's offer before nodding. "I would really love that, sir... it's been a while since I have been on a road trip, and I think it would be good to stay around sometime. My name is Matthew Ayman, a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He said politely to the elderly gentleman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Syberfang</strong> on <strong>20-04-2012, 00:25:57</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Lord Alan Ardington of Carindel<br>(https://encrypted-tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS6bnRlMmSpZbVNCKNJZJoVoaW9kV2Zyhjvi3vpucx_PMQf0uks)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Country Road 923<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, night<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Richard Waldric; Mark Dekker<br><br>Ardington watched as Richard stood up to shake this man who had approached hand, who was this individual that stood before him with dark black hair and charcoal finger tips. He must be part Witch, for surely common mortals were not born with black finger nails. This world seemed to confuse Ardington every second he was in it, but each second he made a new connection a wide smile spread across his lips. Back in his time many people found themselves enticed by such a smile and would most times oft to paint him. f there was one thing Ardington loved more than immortality it was his age less face that he had captured at the peek of it's beauty. <br><br>"Aye it be so boy" Richard said shaking the boys hand sternly. "You must be the one I was told about" Richard pulled out the chair. "Take your seat then" he sad gesturing towards the table. When the boy sat down Richard walked around to the other side of the table and took his own seat. "You, I'm sure understand the discretion needed for such a task?" he said looking at the boy. "You will be charged with creating someone out of thin air. If this is not within the limits of your expertise tell us and we will be on our way. However if it is, you can expect to receive a full payment." Richard reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a sealed envelope and slid it across the table. Inside was a piece of paper with number $500,000 written on it. Richards stern eyes took in this boy, unsure weather he was qualified for such a task.<br><br>A confused Ardington looked back and forth between the two of them. So much formalities in the world of today, even back n England things were never so complicated. Ardington only wished to continue with his work, and was not sure about the importance of all this. However he trusted Richard, and new he would never lead him astray. Besides Richard knew what Ardington did with liars. Another grin spelled across Ardngton's face as he clutched in his hands to amulets that he wore around his neck. One ruby, and one Emerald, both holding their own story.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>21-04-2012, 07:33:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/LeonaSmith.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Leona Smith (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, late evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Todd Williams<br><br>Leona automatically blustered at Todd's words. She was all ready to spit fire at him until she stopped and thought about his question for a moment. She realized she didn't know the answer to that question and that shocked her.<br><br>She stood from the bed and walked to the window of the room. She stared outside and crossed her arms, giving them a little squeeze. She had always been such a serious person, never so fervent. She'd always had her nose in a book and never time for anything else. But this felt different. She'd loved her last partner. She hadn't realized that until after his death, but he'd awakened something in her that she didn't know was there. Apparently her passion had become stronger than she'd thought. All of a sudden she cared deeply for the role they'd been given to play, the admission of Todd's true past struck fiery chords in her chest, and the mere sight of vampires sickened her. She would come to grips with this.<br><br>She raised her chin stubbornly and turned around. "No," she stated resolutely. "It will not be a problem."<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/SamMurphy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sam Murphy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, late evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Matthew Ayman<br><br>"Well, Son, the pleasure is all mine," Sam responded in a warm genial manner. "My name is Sam Murphy, and I own this here Tavern, so make yourself at home. I'll get you a room all lined up."<br><br>The old man left for a few moments to talk with the guy at the Check In counter, then returned with a key. Clearly they were on the honor system here. He sat the key on Matthew's table.<br><br>"That should do ya. Is there anything else I can get for you before I turn in for the night?"<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/MarkaineDecker.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Markaine "Mark" Dekker (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, late evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Alan Ardington, Richard Waldric<br><br>Mark inwardly grimaced at the hand shake. He did not like to be touched. However, he knew it was all part of the game to get across just how tough the other person was.<br><br>"Discretion is always my top priority," Mark finally made eye contact with Richard for a few fleeting moments only long enough for the brutish man to see his sincerity. Mark's eyes darted back and forth. "If I wasn't any good at what I do, would you even be here in this shit hole right now?" Mark's gaze settled on Ardington, his eyebrows were raised almost as if actually expecting an answer to that question.<br><br>Mark sat back in his seat and brought the envelope to his stomach, carefully peeking at the contents inside. It was a reasonable offer for a complete identity makeover. Mark looked at the other man who sat there smiling jovially and quirked a brow. He had never been one social graces. He put the contents back inside the envelope and sat the envelope back on the table. He leaned forward, put his elbows on the table, clasped his hands, and leveled his gaze on the man doing all the talking.<br><br>"Alright, for a completely new identity, this could take several weeks but I'm willing to put my ass on the line to make it go a bit quicker," Mark stated frankly in a hushed tone. "I'll need half up front in cash, and half when presented with the final documents. It should take no more than five days."<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/SebastianAlexander2.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/FaithLeighton2.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Sebastian Alexander (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br>Faith Leighton (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy's Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, late evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Elise Mauvais, Phillipe Sinclair, William D'Arcy, Matthew Ayman, and Aryanna Murphy</div><br>The Lincoln Town Car (http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/Towncar.jpg) pulled up outside of the Tavern and Sebastian gave it a once over, making a face that could only be described as a grimace. The thrall opened the door, letting out both he and Faith. Sebastian sniffed the air and scowled. Witches. The stench was overwhelming. The servant shut the door and left to park the car. Sebastian and Faith ascended the stairs and entered the building.<br><br>The door flung close behind them. Sebastian immediately spotted Elise and began walking toward her when an unfamiliar scent wafted through the air. He froze in his tracks and inhaled deeply, closing his eyes. When he opened them, his gaze snapped directly toward Aryanna. Faith seemed to notice her at the exact same time, for when Sebastian's glare popped in her direction, she shrunk like a wilted flower. If looks could kill, she'd be dead and buried six feet under.<br><br>A vampire/witch hybrid! How could she not have known this creature was living in her town? An abomination such as this should not even exist! This was the first time Faith had ever seen a look of complete surprise and wonder on Sebastian's face. He took a moment to compose himself. He would deal with this matter at a later time.<br><br>Hands in his pants pockets, Sebastian continued his stride to the striking young Elise. Faith scampered behind him, paler than a ghost. She knew she needed to put this matter to bed for the time being and act professional. It was the only way she could possibly save her own ass. But she couldn't. She had never disappointed her Lord so many times before and in such a short period!<br><br>"Elise," Sebastian's face became stoic as he greeted the girl. She had come to him a few years ago and presented herself and he'd never forgotten her face. "I was told there were only two new vampires."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Syberfang</strong> on <strong>22-04-2012, 03:01:33</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Lord Alan Ardington of Carindel<br>(http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/syberfang/tumblr_lqg83aMnBJ1qgbgnio1_500-1.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphey's Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, night<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Richard Waldric; Mark Dekker<br><br>"This will be fine." Richard said as he slid a second enveloper across the table, filled with dates, pictures, and all things this man would need. "This is my contact information. We will be here if you run in to any issues. I will retrieve your payment, wait here." He said as he got up and marched his way out the door, leaving Ardington and Mark alone at the table. A moment of silence past over the two of them before Ardington spoke up.<br><br>Ardington flung out the napkin and lad t on his lap as his food he had ordered was placed in front of him. "Excellent" he said to the waitress and than looked at Mark. "I apologize for the down to business approach my friend has shown, his mother really didn't hug him enough." He laughed as his own joke and brought the delicious spoon full of soup to his lips. The scent was wonderful. It made his mouth water. "So Mark is it? How old are you? Surely someone of your age these days aren't normally as skilled as you are, in your expertise" He said not really expecting the boy to answer, he took another spoon full of soup. "In my mastery, i'm sure there are many slots available for people who specialize in your line of work. If you do well, there is more money where that came from, and if you wanted. We could even get you out of this shit hole as you coined it." He said very friendly, yet with confidence. His voice was smooth and serpent like. Slithering into the back of your mind, almost as if being indoctrinated. <br><br>Richard soon was making his way back into the Tavern with a small suit case, he set it next to Mark. "Don't spend it all on the same girl" Richard said with a hearty laugh, and took his seat next to Ardington. "Have fun." He said dismissing the boy. "It was a pleasure meeting you Mark" Ardington said with a warm smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>22-04-2012, 21:59:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7190/6918329441_71dc17c694_s.jpg) </div> <strong>Name: Todd Williams</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Race: Witch</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location: Murphy’s Tavern/ Leona’s room </strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Time: Day 1, Evening</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged: Leona</strong><br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Good, having to duct tape you and keep you in the boot of the car would be a pain.” Todd said it with such a straight face that it was hard to tell if he was joking or not. But having an unstable partner would really screw with the mission.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He stood and walked over to her by the window, “If we have to deal with the vampires then try not to raise to them. They seem to take a perverse pleasure in getting a raise out of you if they think they can. Must be the long life and being bored.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Todd rubbed his face, “It has been a long day so I suggest that we get dome sleep and in the morning we start looking, find the midwife, local records etc.” He smiled, “Any Vampire breaks in looking for a snack feel free to flatten them.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>24-04-2012, 08:42:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/2aif2na.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Alexander Emerson</strong></span><br><em>Murphy's Tavern<br>Day one - Night<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>: Aryanna Murphy</em><br><br><br><br><hr><br>'Eighteen in three days.' Alexander's furious search for morality sent his mind into a meltdown. He did his best not to cough when she admitted her age. It... almost worked, a soft gurgle escaped through his closed lips.<br><br>It was as if two loud mouthed middle-aged men were shouting at each other in Latin, Alexander was in such a conflicted state. As he attempted to think of a response for her to chew on, he stumbled over his own breathe and closed his eyes to regain composure. He had to forget about all these questions. Even if she were thirty-seven, he would treat her the same. 'Too much respect,' for women to rake them. It was a process to Alex, and never a work of passion. His soft eyes burned into a solid wall of reflection. Eventually, his name swindled out of his mouth: "I'm Alexander. Kind of funny for me to, uh-..." His mind was still scrambled. "...I forgot that we never exchanged names. I always do that with people of your particular profession."<br><br>He allowed himself to relax as she asked about his room, it felt like a counter-intuitive reaction. For his stomach turned upwards and flopped down, back into place. He was drunk enough, every connotation, and every word meant something profound, and every concept seemed to be on the fringe of sanity. 'Remember that she isn't drunk at all. Most of the things that you are saying will be interpreted by a sober mind.' His mind seemed to blank as it responded to itself: 'She's young though, Alex. At this point, It's pretty much the same damn thing.' He had to think of the sound: 'Shh', it allowed him to quiet his inner-monologue.<br><br>"I ended up reserving a room on the 2nd floor. I don't remember the number though." He laughed at himself, his cloudy awareness didn't allow the memory to form, and it had even denied a receipt after the transaction, 'real thinker, this one,' he thought to himself before continuing to speak. "I talked to May about it, is the room number on the key?" The thought occurred to him as he spoke, so he reached into his tight jean pocket to pull it out. As he begin to listen, the key dangled in front of him. Alexander took time to inspect the key quietly.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>25-04-2012, 00:29:31</strong>
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				Name: Matthew Ayman<br>Location: Murphy's Tavern<br>Time: Day 1, late evening<br>Tagging: Sam Murphy<br><br>Matthew took the key from the older man's hand and said to him. "Oh no sir... I couldn't possibly impose more upon you... after all you have been a good host and I appreciate that."<br><br>He paused for a moment before saying. "Well, there is one thing though... I really like the woodwork here... I can tell that it is made by the hands of a master craftsman... and if it is possible, I wish to learn how to make such a wonderful piece of art from him... if it is not too much of a trouble."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>28-04-2012, 22:45:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/MarkaineDecker.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Markaine "Mark" Dekker (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, late evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Alan Ardington, Richard Waldric<br><br>Mark let out an unexpected chuckle at Ardington's joke about Richard. Taking another sip of his rum and coke, he leaned back in his seat, the front legs coming off the ground a bit. He sighed at Ardington's next question. He got that question a lot when dealing with people. Truthfully, he dealt with people all over the world. It's how he got his reputation. They'd even given him a catch phrase: "Don't build a deck without Dekker!" Something or other about a perfect hand. Mark didn't play cards. He was about to answer the man, when he continued on.<br><br>Ardington spoke about job options for Mark, mentioning his "mastery." That made Mark wonder just what was his mastery? But Mark knew better in his line of work to never ask these questions. The less you know, the better you are. Not only do morals get in the way, but it could also save your life. Mark hated this place but he did appreciate the anonymity the shit hole gave him. Would the Feds really ever look <em>here</em> for someone like him?<br><br>Richard came back, tried to make a joke, and more or less blew him off. Mark through back the rest of his rum and coke, took both envelopes in hand, stood up and stuffed them in his inside jacket pocket. Without a second glance, Mark left them. He nodded in recognition of Sebastian and Faith on his way out.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/LeonaSmith.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Leona Smith (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, late evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Todd Williams<br><br>Leona's lips quirked at the corner at what she took to be a joke. A sense of humor was very necessary when dealing with someone as serious as her. It lightened her up and kept her level.<br><br>Her eyes focused on him as he rose and walked over to her. He was definitely more handsome than the picture Intel had given her. She nodded in response to his statement. He was right, of course. Handsome and wise. Just like her old partner. There was that familiar ache again, only this time it wasn't so bad. She had a new partner to deal with now. She was no longer alone to grieve.<br><br>"Sounds good," Leona smiled and handed Todd his key. She walked across the room and unlocked her side of the connecting rooms. "I'll leave this open if you need anything," she said with a smile.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/A8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aryanna Murphy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897479#msg5897479)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, late evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>Alexander Emerson<br><br>Ary furrowed her brow in concern as the man before her clearly worked through something in his own mind. Was he still thinking about his sister? Her heart went out to him and she almost changed her mind about helping him to his room, opting to sit here instead and comfort him, when he broke his silence.<br><br>"Alexander," Ary's face broke into that warm smile again. A handsome name for quite a handsome man and she took the liberty to tell him so. "That's a very handsome name. It fits you."<br><br>Ary smiled politely as Alex withdrew his key. She watched as he tried to focus on it. Poor man had drunk his fear away at this point. She'd seen many a man do this very thing on a nightly basis in here. Coal mining wasn't exactly what dream jobs were made of.<br><br>"Ah, 21," Ary confirmed. "You see the '2' stands for the second floor, and the '1' is for the first bedroom," she explained as she stood. "Come along, I'll show you which is your room." She held out his hand for him to take and turned to walk toward the stairs. Feeling prickles on the back of her neck, she turned in the direction of Elise. A very well dressed man (far too well dressed to be from around here) was standing next to her, seemingly watching her every move. An anxious feeling arouse inside of her. She felt as though she was being stalked by a predator. She hurried Alexander toward the stairs.<br><br>She led him up the first flight of stairs, stopping on the landing. She motioned to a very intricately carved wooden door featuring fairies, unicorns, and all types of fairy tales. "This is my room," she paused and suddenly a blush spread out over her cheeks. She'd never been embarrassed about her door before and couldn't figure out why she was now. She felt ashamed to be embarrassed of the hard work Sam had put forth to make this for her. She frowned, licked her lips, and carried on up the three stairs from the landing. Here a long hallway outlined the path between rooms. She took a left, which brought them standing directly in front of door number one.<br><br>"And here is your room," she smiled softly. She waited to make sure he got into his room alright.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/SamMurphy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sam Murphy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, late evening<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Matthew Ayman<br><br>"Oh well, Son," Sam grinned from ear to ear, clearly elated to have been called a Master Craftsman. "This here work is all done by yours trully," he indicated himself. "But this isn't exactly something you learn in one day and I'm definitely no teacher. But, look, how about you come out to the barn tomorrow morning. I have a woodworking shack back there. Maybe I could give you some pointers. What'd ya say?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>29-04-2012, 00:58:14</strong>
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				Name: Matthew Ayman<br>Location: Murphy's Tavern<br>Time: Day 1, late evening<br>Tagging: Sam Murphy<br><br>Matthew was a bit surprised that the old gentleman was the one that made the woodcraft&nbsp; in this place, but he was impressed all the same. He then nodded and said. "Very well then Mr. Murphy... I shall head down to the barn tomorrow and learn what you have to teach me." There was a soft smile on his face. "I always did love to learn new things... and this is one of them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 02:08:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/2aif2na.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Alexander Emerson</strong></span><br><em>Murphy's Tavern<br>Day one - Night<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>: Aryanna Murphy</em><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Alex's eyes stayed true. If they strayed in any direction, it was up, in order to appreciate the frame work. Upon the landing, he had no need to restrain himself. the images on her door weren't amusing. They only outlined her innocence. Following her further, the two of them shared a long moment of silence. It was unintended, but every piece of phrasing that came to his mind sounded like a pick-up line, and he nearly panicked. Finally he settled on one of the better sounding remarks. "I'm- I'm not quite going to sleep yet. I think my adrenaline is got the upper hand on me." He spun himself about, clearing the air with a sense of apathy for the world. "thanks for the help, in all honesty, I probably wouldn't have asked anyone else. I might've found it, though."<br><br>He held out his hand to take the key back from her. "If the implied hour is correct, I suspect you'll be retiring for the night. I'll probably have a few more drinks before the sun comes up. I'm hard-pressed for sleep in times like this. I'm a natural problem solver. So, when i can't solve something, it turns into a pretty big problem." The unnoted respect that he had for this little woman twinkled in his eyes. In a way, he wanted her to stay up with him, he wanted to get to know her, he wanted to find out what haunted her nightmares, and inspired her favorite jokes. She seemed to be responsible for something, something beyond the organization of bar-tabs. Alexander felt like he was in the right place at the right time. "It was wonderful to meet you Aryanna. You'll know where to find me if you need anything." She was an employee at the tavern. But, his services yielded much more for her than hers did for him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blood &amp; Magic: Murphy's Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>08-05-2012, 16:43:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/elfi9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Oyohusa Adawehi (FeatherTail) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5898522#msg5898522)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern, Room six on the third floor<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Night<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Lyguardia Fen (Iggy)<br><br><hr><br>The many hours of walking in the desert sun followed by a good hearty meal and a hot relaxing shower are finally catching up to the native warrior. The presence of the beautiful woman now with her body pressed close to his own has him completely forgetting about anything outside the room or the present. It had been after her wondrous eyes with golden ring had closed finally forcing him to stop gazing into them that he had turned off the light. When his hand returns to her back the motion of both stop and his eyes drift shut with an unconscious small contented smile on his face. He is more relaxed and comfortable in her company than he ever remembers being in his life. A low moan slips from his lips as he feels her move even closer wrapping her smooth and shapely leg around his own leg. At that moment although he is relaxed and tired he neither wants to sleep nor have the night ever end. If they could stay as they are for eternity he would be quite happy with it.<br><br>FeatherTail’s pulse has slowed and his breathing has become slow and even as he is close to sleep when he feels her shift. He knows she has stopped nuzzling his neck and feels her fingers at his chin angling his face more towards her own, but his eyes do not open again until he hears her whispering his name. He cannot help but smile at the vision that greets him when his eyes open to see her glowing golden ringed eyes so close to his own in the moon light. His own eyes catch and reflect that pale light back at her completely hiding any vestige of the pain and sorrow that will never truly leave them. His arms wrapped around her torso go from simply resting on her body to slightly tightening into a warm embrace. He simply gazes into her captivating eyes for a moment before replying in an equally quiet whisper. ”Yes, my dear?”
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