Lord Zuriel Raxxus's Story

Lord Zuriel Raxxus Hissed at Malikov as he took a seat at the booth shortly after having one of the following acolytes wipe the seat down.
"The stench of this place is unbearable, why are we here?" Each word uttered by the creature was as if it were from the lips of a snake.

Malikov chuckled as a server approached the table, provoking another hiss from the gangly creature.

"Relax, Raxxus." Malikov suggested as he made an order and sent the server away. "You spend far too much time toiling away with your work. We are new here, and you should get a firsthand look at the type of.. 'friends' you could make."

The hood that clung tightly over the gaunt creature's bald scalp darted to the patrons of the bar and back to face Malikov.
"СВИНЕ! Ёу васте we прециоус тиме мингле витх лессер цреатурес?!"
hissed the creature.

Malikov raised his hand to silence his guest. "Please Raxxus, contain your anger. You will catch far more flies with honey, I assure you."

As they traded veiled insults at each other Zuriel caught a look by one of the patrons: Farai.
It's hands shot up and curled up against its chest, bladed fingernails clacking together as it wriggled it's fingers in agitation.
"We are surrounded by base creatures, Malikov. I see no prizes here."

Malikov's resulting chuckle angered the wraith further, causing it to drive a bladed hand into the wood.
"My dear Zuriel. For one as skilled as you, you should know that true gems lie within mundane looking stone. One must... chisel away to find what is precious. If you separate yourself from your haughtiness and anger for but a moment, you will see that this place has much to offer you and your research."

Zuriel looked back to Farai, inspecting the subject with a careful eye.
"Perhaps you are right. It is sssimply unnatural to be mingling with these creatures as if your are their.... equals..."

Lord Zuriel Raxxus Hissed at Malikov as he took a seat at the booth shortly after having one of the following acolytes wipe the seat clean.
"The sstench of this place is unbearable, why are we here?" Each word uttered by the creature was as if it were from the lips of a snake.

Malikov chuckled as a server approached the table, provoking another hiss from the gangly creature.

"Relax, Raxxus." Malikov suggested as he made an order and sent the server away. "You spend far too much time toiling away with your work. We are new here, and you should get a firsthand look at the type of.. 'friends' you could make."

The hood that clung tightly over the gaunt creature's bald scalp darted to the patrons of the bar and then back to face Malikov.
"СВИНЕ! Ёу васте прециоус тиме мингле витх лессер цреатурес?!"
hissed the creature aloud.

Malikov raised his hand to silence his guest. "Please Raxxus, contain your anger. You will catch far more flies with honey."

Lord Zuriel Raxxus Caught the man's stare. Its hands shot up and curled up against its chest, bladed fingernails clacking together as it wriggled it's fingers in agitation.

It hissed something inaudible to Malikov, pointing one of its gangly fingers at Vidious.
Malikov turned his attention to the man as well, leaning over to whisper something to Raxxus.

Lord Zuriel Raxxus and Malikov looked at each other briefly. The wraith-like creature's body language immediately stiffened, curling its hands back up against its chest, almost clenched.

"Это существо отваживается?!" spat Zuriel.

Malikov raised his hand to calm his guest.
"Please Zuriel. No one knows who either of us are, or where we come from. Do not presume everyone should know."

Malikov raised from his seat, and walked over to Vidious, giving him a nod of acknowledgement.

Zuriel remained at the booth, seething as he scraped his blades against one another.

Lord Zuriel Raxxus panned its head back and forth, observing the patrons with a pair of black, almond shaped eyes that glinted ever so slightly under the shadow of the creature's hood.

It hissed to itself as it tried to distract itself from the unease of being away from its laboratory, and in this... filthy place. It replaced the feeling of distress with anger. Anger that Malikov brought him here to consort with these creatures, and furthermore that none that he had observed so far were worthy subjects.

He dug a clawed hand into the tabletop in frustration.
One day that impure rat will die and then Raxxus would not have to suffer this type of disgrace anymore.