The Observationer's Story

The Observer just observed a giant Black Box made of an unknown material in a far corner of Deep Space.

A man watched Daemala from a bar seat. What was visible was that he was wearing a black cloak, a black hat, and black shoes. He seemed to conceal something in his hand, something that he could not just give to someone. In fact, someone would have to pry it from him.

He seemed to watch everything that happened in the bar however. This man, known commonly as "Stranger", just watched and waited, as a waiter delivered him a drink of ale. He gave the waiter a tip, and then continued to watch.

The door to the tavern swung open, and in stepped a new face. The rugged man moved with a confident stride, one hand swaying to and fro as he made his way to an empty seat. He made sure to quickly scan the interior of the establishment. The pungent scent of Vampire lingered under his nose, he smelled it for miles.. and in such an abundant number, how lucky was he? An entire city populated by vampires and other supernaturals. It was like a smorgasbord waiting to be devoured.

Unfortunately, he would have to wait. His main priority was creating more of his kind, he only had a small group of underlings at the moment. Though given the lethality of the species, it wouldn't take many to rid this place of vampires.

Victor chuckled to himself, and waved a waiter over to order himself a drink.The irony. vampires, the ones who were so used to preying on humans, will once again find themselves being hunted; though by something much more terrifying than the run-of-the-mill slayer.

Maurana's black dress dragged the floor behind her as her boots thumped on the floor as she made her way into the local Tavern. After the scene had died down out in the streets with the politicians of this independent town, she had decided that her dear friend Risika did not know of the witch she was hunting, and thought it best to start asking some of the locals to try and get a lead. It wouldn't be long before Mytri sent out scouts asking for updates. She needed to be ready to give one.

She did a slow scan of the room as she slowly roamed around it's borders. Most that sat within it's walls were vampyric, only a few were not. The others would be who Maurana questioned first. Witches of Roxxy's sort didn't truly socialize with vampires. If anyone actually knew anything of importance about the purple witch, she truly doubted it to be one of her kind.

She settled first on the site of a man who was finding his surrounding amusing, even though he sat by himself. This was curious, and enough for her to comment on. He wasn't human, though, this much she could sense.

Maurana stalked her way to the front of the man's table, and stopped abruptly mere inches from its' edge. She stood a tall dark figure before him, "I could use a good joke." She offered a twinge of a smile and she looked down her face at him.

The Blu Soldier walked into the tavern wielding his trademark rocket launcher. He had been busy lately, hired as a merc for Mann Co. The place was being attacked by robot's apparently. So after all that had cleared up. He left with a ton of money and decided to just spend some time at the bar. Grab a drink or two.

"Alright." He said walking up to the front. "I demand the best whiskey you people've got!"

He stood there a minute before realizing they didn't have any on the menu.

"...How can you not have- fine just get me a beer. I don't care what."

"Okay then.. Why did the vampire break up with his girlfriend?" He paused for a few seconds, then proceeded to deliver the punchline. "Because she wasn't his type." Victor didn't even crack a smirk, he bore the same indifferent expression as ever. It was a terrible joke, though this was his intention.

Now that that painful introduction was over, Victor gestured one hand toward the chair in front of him. She obviously didn't know what he was, which is exactly what he wanted. The less her kind knew the better. That was their problem, vampires had a bad habit of informing others about their abilities and weaknesses; too flashy. Such pretentious creatures, he despised them; even more than he did during his time as a mortal. Little did they know, they were responsible for him being what he was today.

His eyes shifted over to the new arrival, his scent indicating that he was human. Well that's interesting.. He didn't expect to see a human this soon, seemed like things were unfolding in his favor.

Maurana's golden eyes went wide as she tilted her head, "I don't imagine that was the reason for the smile upon your face that I saw as I walked to your table."

As a blur, the woman took she seat indicated by the creature before her. "None the less, a very interesting attempt at my request." The woman waved the waiter away, as she was not interested in drinking from a glass.

"I'd offer my name, but I don't see the point, as I'm not from here, nor plan on staying that long. Tell me, do you live around these parts?" She was inquisitive, but demanding at the same time.

The Observationer observes the planet. "What an interesting planet...so much is about to happen...".

"Yes indeed, my friend. Yes indeed".

"Hello?"