Aiden Blar's Story

Chapter 1: BROTHERS, BANDITS AND BEGINNINGS.

There was a loud noise as a large oval table was dragged into the room by three prospects with the screech of wood on metal. The table was magnificent black wood, polished and inscribed with the words 'Saol. Bás. Nglacadóir de Souls. Bráithre Till An Deireadh' Benjamin stood to the side, watching the proceedings.

The bikers begun to clear out, and the visitors were either forced out by the numerous bartenders. The magnificent table stood in the middle of the pub, the inscription shining in the light. Chairs were brought in, and calls were made to the members of the Gae Ceann to come urgently, and those who came late would have their club pay docked.

Benjamin took his seat at the head of the table, sliding into a seat and pouring a bottle of Irish whiskey down his gullet. The president waited his club, as there were many things to discuss.

Outside an infernal gurgle cued Rayan's arrival. The bike droned on like a sea siren in the night, engine burbling down as the thing was shut off. Moments later, the front door would swing open with a kick from a muddy boot. Slicking what water was left in Rayan's 'do out with a flick the biker squelched over to the table.

Kicking a chair backwards Rayan descended, grinning. Wonder what this's all about? Rayan rested his chin on folded arms over the back of the chair, eyeballing the bottle of whiskey.

"'Sup?"

Having been already inside the banshee stood up and yawned, cracking her knuckles, grinning toothily and replying, "Wait for it lads an' lasses 'e's gonna tell us, 'is deck fallen aff an' we 'av ter go fend it. or maybe yer man 'ill send us lookin' for 'is cat, aka sum pussy. or maybe even better more violence, Renny love sum ol' violence." taking a whisky glass, she downed the remaining concoction before smashing it down roughly, "Let's jist 'ope 'tis somethin' new, scon are bored an' actually foun' meself bein' nice lately, whaich is pure unbecomin' av oi."

Walking over over to the table, she sat herself, placing her feet on top, and leaning back, as she closed her eyes and listened to everyone 'dramatic entrances, this oughta be cute.

The door would simply open as the ghoul walked in. That's all. No kicking in doors, no holes in the wall, no breaking through the roof on a motorcycle while fucking a chick, simple walking through the door. The only odd thing would be the black fedora on his head.

"Knock Knock, Jimmy's home."

As the ghoul spoke a slight chuckle could be heard coming from him. He would move towards the table before taking a chair and moving it towards the back, resulting in it standing in the shadows, but still a pretty small distance away from the table. A distance they would most likely not complain about. He then jumped onto it with feet and claws and simply waited for the meeting to start.

The door would simply be opened once more a little bit after the ghoul made his way in, the use of hands not being necessary by Yojimbo as he simply had walked forward towards the door, his nose being long enough to open it as he walked ahead. The burly yet slightly older man spoke up in his gruff voice.

"I have no witty entrance, but...I'm here, Yojimbo, the tengu with the big nose.."

Saying this, he'd shuffle his way over towards the table as well, sitting down on the wood as he folded his hands together, simply listening for the time being, like some of the others, waiting for the meeting to start....If it will even start. Who knows? Not Yojimbo, that's for sure.