Snippet #1807295

The rain was started to irritate Teryl. He couldn't go to many places due to the limp in his stance and all of the buildings he tried to walk into were locked due to being not open yet or closed due to the weather. He groaned, dragging his leg from door the door. He needed to get out of the rain and, to a greater extent, the haunting memories that he left behind him. With each shuffle, he arrived at a new building, only to feel the knob unwavering. The pinging on his armor was almost driving him insane, kind of making it like a Chinese water torture with loud, annoying PING PING PING instead of water droplets to the head. Another door, nothing. The next door, lights off, door jammed. Yet another door, still nothing. He wanted to just break down the door, but knew that was no way to treat a establishment that took such good care of him.

The next door was promising due to the noise inside and the lights shining through the veiled windows. He sighed and twisted the knob, thanking his God that it was unlocked. He walked inside with the smell of alcohol and the sound of laughter all around him. He seemed to stumble towards the bar and looked around his slotted helmet for a open spot. He noticed some students he hadn't seen before, denying the thought he had before of the four being the only ones there and Jules and Ellais at the bar. Due to his pain and nightmare, he didn't want to damper on their good time or mess up their little "date." He found a table in the corner and walked over, quickly flapping his wings to dry them off and sitting down.

The cloak he had on was drenched, showing every jagged and smooth terrain of his armor beneath it. He found no use to having the hook up and pulled it off, showing the full extent of his glimmering, disturbing armor. Beneath the hook was a jagged face plate with a thin strip for him to look through and multiple slots where he could enjoy drinks from. Atop of his head was a crown of thorns that dug into the suit of armor and runic, angelic symbols scattered across the cheeks and shoulder blades. He sat there, shaking off his armor to try and get as much rain out of it as possible. It was about that time when a waitress walked over.

"Can I get you something?" she asked, confused on why he was wearing armor in a relaxed environment.

Teryl looked up at her and shook his head, "Nothing." he spoke coldly.

"Sir, you might want to take your armor off. You don't need it for a place like this," she said in somewhat of a snippy attitude.

Teryl raised his gauntlet and put it in front of her face, "If you can take it off, I'd gladly relax, without metal."

The woman scoffed and took it as a challenge, grabbing the gauntlet and pulling hard. Teryl was moving a bit from her tugging and grunting, trying to rip it off. The waitress was determined to remove it and he could soon feel a clench at his armor. She pulled, this time much harder, at the glove, almost pulling the angel to his feet. Teryl knew exactly what her power was, she seemed much stronger than she actually was. But no matter how much she yanked and pulled, the glove wouldn't come off. It wasn't until she pull hard and slipped backwards due to the combination of water on the glove and on the floor. She fell back, landing on a table Teryl now on his feet, looking at her through his eye slots.

"I take it I can leave it on then?" he asked and sat down, feeling his joints loosened from the empowered woman yanks.