Setting
One of Vien's most popular establishments. It features a wide assortment of drinks for passing tourists and the like, and is smartly located close to the Lac Long Quan Arena. During Hunts, the place becomes busier than a beehive. There are multiple television sets all around the bar for viewing, especially for those who were unfortunate enough to miss out on a seat for the annual competition.
The establishment is made from a dark, hardy wood that contrasts well with the painted pearl walls, where countless pictures and trinkets hang. They all depict some of the most famous Hunts in Aberashian history.
The owner of the bar is the well-known Bao Quyen. Want a job? Go to him.
The establishment is made from a dark, hardy wood that contrasts well with the painted pearl walls, where countless pictures and trinkets hang. They all depict some of the most famous Hunts in Aberashian history.
The owner of the bar is the well-known Bao Quyen. Want a job? Go to him.
The Hangover
A bar that locals often visit, normally with the mind of getting as trashed as possible, hence the name. It has several booths, tables, and of course, a bar counter on an elevated center with stools encircling it.
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Rahal [37] Fire, Ice, Grass, Stone, Metal, Water, Wind
Tien the Young [37] The Silver Queen
Krieg [26] I'M THE CONDUCTOR OF THE POOP TRAIN!
Artis Elerras [23] A Knight of Freeport.
Mr. Torgue [14] YOU BADASS MOTHERF*CKER!
Niira Pongal [12] Socialite Sister of the Hunt
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Aneres barely hesitated before nodding. Yes, she was indeed going to buy one, whatever it was. Stepping forth to the machine, her eyes lit up as weaponry scrolled before her. Without a second thought there was money in the machine, and not a moment later the princess's decision was made.
She smiled as her quadluminum blastoray was dispensed and the machine encouraged her to "GO PUNCH SOME BAD GUYS IN THE DICK!"
She smiled as her quadluminum blastoray was dispensed and the machine encouraged her to "GO PUNCH SOME BAD GUYS IN THE DICK!"
Tien eyed Krieg strangely, raising a brow. She then let her eyes guide her back to the machine. As the Princess picked a gun, and the machine spoke once more, Tien's cheeks went red. She put a hand to her mouth, but eventually, she just was not able to hold it in.
Tien the Young, the Silver Queen, one of few ladies who were able to carry the title, crumpled into a chair from high, bellowing laughter. The kind you would expect from a hyena.
Tien the Young, the Silver Queen, one of few ladies who were able to carry the title, crumpled into a chair from high, bellowing laughter. The kind you would expect from a hyena.
Silence for all but the soft muted televisions and the uproarious laughter of the Silver Queen. A sly grin worked it's way on Rosh's own face, though the Princess could hardly hold in her giggles. The laughter was purely infectious and it wasn't long before most were chortling "dick" into their beverages.
The white haired man then looked to Damioa. Well, wasn't that quick? He studied the lad for a moment as the bar laughed around them. He pat at the stool next to him and motioned for the young man to sit. "You really think you got what it takes?"
Aneres shifted the gun around, still smiling.
The white haired man then looked to Damioa. Well, wasn't that quick? He studied the lad for a moment as the bar laughed around them. He pat at the stool next to him and motioned for the young man to sit. "You really think you got what it takes?"
Aneres shifted the gun around, still smiling.
Did he think that? Who knew. The only thing he said in response was, "Well, we wont know until the time comes now will we?" and delivered a wide grin. He looked around the bar seeing that it had become quiet packed since he had left. Seemed that everyone was having a good time too. He also took this time to observe the competition. There were now two giant muscle-toned guys to cause a yell or two. It also seemed like the girls might also decide to join the hunt. It didn't matter to him though. The more competition or allies, the funner the game.
Rosh nodded and finished his drink. The kid thought he had what it took, but then again did he even know what he was walking into? Did Rosh, for that matter? It was an impossible project, they had told him. Stupid, really. Now he had to proceed practically in secret, and what a shame that was. For his research! It lagged.
"That we won't," said Rosh into an empty mug. He passed on the refill that was offered almost immediately; The Hangover knew business. Standing up, he withdrew a thin metal business card from a pocket and handed it to Damioa. On it was his name, a number at which to reach him, and the title 'Bio-Corenetic Developer', whatever that meant. "I suggest training," He commented on his way out to the princess, bobbing a bow to Tien the Young right before the door closed on his heels.
Aneres Coreveon stared after him in shock, mock-exploding the door and making a little, "Pew!" sound. One of her keepers grumbled about too much television. The princess shot him a glare, but straightened. Addressing Tien the Young she bobbed in the most informal of curtsies and hefted the gun off to a line faced keeper. It didn't matter that the woman didn't want to be acknowledged as royalty or what have you, where Aneres came from a Queen was a Queen, no ifs, ands, buts, or disrespects out, about, or around it!
"I hold your honor, Tien the Young," Aneres said with a smile in her eyes still, "Until again we meet." Moving to the counter, Aneres made a mental note to contact Tien about tea, soon.
"That we won't," said Rosh into an empty mug. He passed on the refill that was offered almost immediately; The Hangover knew business. Standing up, he withdrew a thin metal business card from a pocket and handed it to Damioa. On it was his name, a number at which to reach him, and the title 'Bio-Corenetic Developer', whatever that meant. "I suggest training," He commented on his way out to the princess, bobbing a bow to Tien the Young right before the door closed on his heels.
Aneres Coreveon stared after him in shock, mock-exploding the door and making a little, "Pew!" sound. One of her keepers grumbled about too much television. The princess shot him a glare, but straightened. Addressing Tien the Young she bobbed in the most informal of curtsies and hefted the gun off to a line faced keeper. It didn't matter that the woman didn't want to be acknowledged as royalty or what have you, where Aneres came from a Queen was a Queen, no ifs, ands, buts, or disrespects out, about, or around it!
"I hold your honor, Tien the Young," Aneres said with a smile in her eyes still, "Until again we meet." Moving to the counter, Aneres made a mental note to contact Tien about tea, soon.
Rahal didn't usually drink. As point of fact, he usually ended up getting banned from whatever bar he went to whenever he did go drinking. Hopefully, this bar would not be added to the list. After that court trial, he needed the oblivion that alcohol would bring to him. He took a seat at the bar and eyed the options, before signalling the bartender to come over and ordered a strawberry daiquiri. He didn't care that it was a girly drink.
It remained his favorite. The mage sighed, thinking back to the trial. Father and Mother were now committed to an insane asylum, his newest brother was also his one time student. And now the woman who passed as his best friend...he didn't know if she'd speak to him again. He wouldn't, given what his parents had done. The man sighed and looked around, sipping his drink. If he took it slow, maybe he wouldn't get too drunk too fast. Maybe.
Rahal consistently forgot how much of a lightweight he was.
It remained his favorite. The mage sighed, thinking back to the trial. Father and Mother were now committed to an insane asylum, his newest brother was also his one time student. And now the woman who passed as his best friend...he didn't know if she'd speak to him again. He wouldn't, given what his parents had done. The man sighed and looked around, sipping his drink. If he took it slow, maybe he wouldn't get too drunk too fast. Maybe.
Rahal consistently forgot how much of a lightweight he was.
The trial had been a miserable experience, and Catherine hadn't exactly been comfortable with informing the Council where her allegiances lay. That in of itself had only added to the discomfort caused by the situation. It had been a mess all around, and she had tried to avoid it. Going through back channels and trying to discuss things outside of the Council, unfortunately for her it had only ended up with a rather large scale trial, where everything had been brought out for all to see.
Sighing, she slid into a seat at the bar, failing to take notice of Rahal and his daiquiri. Ordering herself a drink, Catherine sat there and thought. The fallout from this was likely to be bad, and escape to the fae court wouldn't fix what had been done. Broadmoore was a horrible place to be, and she almost felt sorry for the two vampires Bel and Taro.
Sighing, she slid into a seat at the bar, failing to take notice of Rahal and his daiquiri. Ordering herself a drink, Catherine sat there and thought. The fallout from this was likely to be bad, and escape to the fae court wouldn't fix what had been done. Broadmoore was a horrible place to be, and she almost felt sorry for the two vampires Bel and Taro.
Rahal, on the other hand, did not fail to notice her. Taking his drink, he headed over to join her. If she didn't want to see him he could leave. He knew of at least two other bars he wasn't kicked out of yet. He had come prepared. "My parents are dicks." He said and took a hefty drink of his drink. "And that trial was hell." On so many levels, for basically everyone there. He wasn't sure what else to say, when it came down to it.
How do you make up for parents who do what his parents did? He didn't know. Turning them in, turning on them, testifying against them had to count for something, right?
How do you make up for parents who do what his parents did? He didn't know. Turning them in, turning on them, testifying against them had to count for something, right?
"Er..." Catherine started to say as she looked around the bar in concern as she realized that they had actually given him alcohol. 'Oh hell...' She thought, steeling herself for yet another round of blue, impossible to get rid of glitter. "About that..." She started to say again as she watched in horror as he took a rather large drink from his glass. This wasn't going to end well at all, especially with the mage's particular magical specialty.
"I don't disagree that your parents aren't dicks, but they did break numerous laws." Catherine finally said.
"I don't disagree that your parents aren't dicks, but they did break numerous laws." Catherine finally said.
"Oh no, they are giant dicks." He said and drank more of the alcohol. Not yet tipsy, he ordered a second. "And they deserve worse than what they got." He didn't realize the horror was from his drink. There were reasons he wasn't mean to drink at all. Still, Catherine was a favorite bar partner of his, if he could get her to join him. Usually they jsut ran into each other. "I should have reported them decades ago. Sorry." He loved them.
They were good parents. A little too strict, but he practiced a dangerous magic. There was nothing wrong with strictness. It was for safety. Just like he shouldn't drink. Which he was doing now. But it was a special occasion. Gods above and below, he'd not be able to show his face in court again, not the vampire courts. They'd slaughter him.
They were good parents. A little too strict, but he practiced a dangerous magic. There was nothing wrong with strictness. It was for safety. Just like he shouldn't drink. Which he was doing now. But it was a special occasion. Gods above and below, he'd not be able to show his face in court again, not the vampire courts. They'd slaughter him.
"You're lucky the Council didn't find a way to dispatch them, and at least yours are still living." She replied plainly. From what Catherine had understood, was that they had been concerned with the power vacuum that would happen if the pair were suddenly put to death without so much as a trial. "You obviously have no idea how bad Broadmoore is..." Catherine said quietly as she finished off the rest of her drink. The institute was still a sore spot for her, regardless of how it was brought up.
"But how could you have reported what you knew as normal? What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly my dear mage."
"But how could you have reported what you knew as normal? What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly my dear mage."
Cheeks reddening, Rahal couldn't help but laugh. "Did you just quote Morticia Addams at me?" This was more prove that Catherine was a phenomenal friend. "And don't comfort me. I'm trying to comfort you." He waved his hand through the air, not paying attention. A Kaleidoscope of butterflies followed his hand and he watched on in confusion as it landed on the rim of his drink.
"...speaking of flies, shoo." He said to the creature. The bartender, seeing how low he had gotten, prepared him a third, and placed t by him. "Thanks though, Catherine. You're a good sort, you know?"
"...speaking of flies, shoo." He said to the creature. The bartender, seeing how low he had gotten, prepared him a third, and placed t by him. "Thanks though, Catherine. You're a good sort, you know?"
She just looked at Rahal for a moment before shaking her head. "Good? Hardly." She said watching the butterflies with increasing suspicion. Hopefully the butterflies would be the end of whatever magic leak the mage managed to sprout, but Catherine doubted it. "If you knew half of what was in my files you wouldn't think so." Council kept a tight leash on her for a reason, and generally frowned upon much independence from them. It was also them that had seen to it that certain gifts more than others were tended to.
"And if I were you, I'd go easy on the pink things." She added pointing to his drink.
"And if I were you, I'd go easy on the pink things." She added pointing to his drink.
"Strawberry daiquiris." He corrected her. the an snorted and put an arm around her shoulders. "Catherine. we're all idiots who have done bad things." He said firmly. "just because we do bad things doesn't mean we're bad people. I mean, look at Brandon. He has literally killed hundreds. But he's a good guy!" The mage finished off the second drink and grabbed his third. He chuckled and swayed slightly, cheeks definitely red. Still, he removed his arm.
Catherine wasn't a touchy feely sort. "You're a good person. Despite what you've done, whatever it is." He tried to make his voice as serious as possible. It was ruined by a hiccup. Behind him a table rather abruptly because a rather miffed ostrich covered in someone's beer.
Catherine wasn't a touchy feely sort. "You're a good person. Despite what you've done, whatever it is." He tried to make his voice as serious as possible. It was ruined by a hiccup. Behind him a table rather abruptly because a rather miffed ostrich covered in someone's beer.
"Fine, strawberry daiquiris." She said agreeing to call them whatever he wanted for the moment, as long as he stopped drinking them. "Look Rahal, you're doing a terrible job at.. whatever it is you're trying to do." Catherine finally said as he draped himself over her shoulders. "And while Brandon may have been a murderous child as a Lessard, he also didn't order a direct hit on his nephew." The fact that she had had to do that, and at the time had done so easily still bothered her.
"Either way, I think you should likely limit yourself with those things. Last time was less than desirable in it's outcomes." She pointed out frowning at the ostrich as it began to attack a patron.
"Either way, I think you should likely limit yourself with those things. Last time was less than desirable in it's outcomes." She pointed out frowning at the ostrich as it began to attack a patron.
"Brandon." He hiccuped again and the ostrich turned abruptly back into a table. "Brandon didn't know he was your nephew. You didn't know your nephew was alive even." He pointed out and grinned. With an expansive gesture, he tried to show that what he meant encompassed the whole word. What he succeeded in was a 60s technicolor burst painting the room. The bar officially looked rather groovy, at least in paint.
"Look, Catherine. At the time, all anyone knew about the kid was that he was a serial killing psychopath child vampire. Taking him out of the picture, however it was done, allowed him to get better, even if none of us understand how that happened. In the end, you did good. Stop beating yourself up over it." He said firmly.
"Look, Catherine. At the time, all anyone knew about the kid was that he was a serial killing psychopath child vampire. Taking him out of the picture, however it was done, allowed him to get better, even if none of us understand how that happened. In the end, you did good. Stop beating yourself up over it." He said firmly.
With that Catherine just stared at Rahal in horrified disbelief. "And you should stop drinking." She commented reaching for his drink to take it away. The ostrich was one thing, and the patron could likely be convinced that someone had put something in their drink; the technicolor, suddenly psychedelic bar was another. "And trying to offer advice drunk." Catherine added before making another grab for the drunken, lurching mage's drink.
"I give good advice!" He declared, and his magic lashed out with the upset in his voice. A field of blue and white lotus petals swirled behind him dramatically. "Excellent advice! And I'm not drunk." He protested, all too seriously. "I'm just a little tipsy." The mage held his drink close, not letting her grab it. He wasn't going to order another after all.
The bartender eyed the mess being created, including his bar now a psychedelic mess, and decided quietly not to give the mage an ounce more alcohol. He'd have to find someone else to set everything to rights, he had no doubt. "Catherine. Once you knew who that tiny demonic devil child was, you reformed him. Doesn't that mean anything to your goodness levels? It means they are high. At least...at least shoulder high."
The bartender eyed the mess being created, including his bar now a psychedelic mess, and decided quietly not to give the mage an ounce more alcohol. He'd have to find someone else to set everything to rights, he had no doubt. "Catherine. Once you knew who that tiny demonic devil child was, you reformed him. Doesn't that mean anything to your goodness levels? It means they are high. At least...at least shoulder high."
"I think that's honestly debatable." She sighed shaking her head. "You're drunk.. so far you've turned a table into an ostrich, which by the way is now attacking people.. painted the bar like a bad 1960s movie... and now you're throwing around flower petals like some cheesy bollywood movie." Catherine said, counting off each incident on the fingers of her left hand. The ostrich was a new one, but at least it wasn't glitter.
"Rahal, you are drunk." She said pointedly, wincing at the loud crash from somewhere in the bar. "And just what in the hell do you mean by that? Shoulder high?" Catherine then asked indignantly.
"Rahal, you are drunk." She said pointedly, wincing at the loud crash from somewhere in the bar. "And just what in the hell do you mean by that? Shoulder high?" Catherine then asked indignantly.
"Like in Lilo and Stitch." He explained earnestly "Stitches badness level was all the way to the tips of his ears. Your goodness level is definitely up to your shoulders!" He declared and hiccuped. The napkin holders in the bar promptly all became rubber ducks. One of them quacked and he looked to it in some confusion. The ostrich was weird enough. "It means you are a very good person Catherine. And if anyone says otherwise, I will fight them."
He meant it too. The man was in her corner, as far as he was concerned. "And I am not throwing around flowers." He denied. Pointedly, he did not look behind himself. "I just come with special effects. It's supposed to convince you more. Did it work?"
He meant it too. The man was in her corner, as far as he was concerned. "And I am not throwing around flowers." He denied. Pointedly, he did not look behind himself. "I just come with special effects. It's supposed to convince you more. Did it work?"
Catherine just shook her head as she brought her palm to her face in disbelief. "Kids movies? Seriously?" She muttered under her breath before jumping slightly at the quacking duck, formerly a napkin holder. "Okay, fine... whatever helps you sleep at night." Catherine said as she reached out to push the duck off the bar. What was it with this man and birds anyway?
As it currently stood they were up to several ducks, and one angry, hissing, and flapping ostrich. Which by now had taken exception to yet another patron and was viciously snapping and pecking at them. "You going to take care of that or do I have to?" She asked abruptly changing to subject.
As it currently stood they were up to several ducks, and one angry, hissing, and flapping ostrich. Which by now had taken exception to yet another patron and was viciously snapping and pecking at them. "You going to take care of that or do I have to?" She asked abruptly changing to subject.
Rahal eyes the ostrich and lazily waved his hand at it. It froze, then collapses in a pile of feathers and glitter. "Problem solved." He declared, looking rather pleased. "And it's a relevant kids movie. It was being used to make a point, Morticia." Like he was letting her get away with pretending she hadn't done something similar. The made hiccuped and sipped at his drink.
He should...should... he didn't know what. But he was definitely getting plastered tonight. His parents were in an insane asylum now, and they had hurt his best friend before that, and she refused any attempt at comfort. Speaking of "Where's boy wonder the unkillable? I figured he'd stick close to you for a bit."
He should...should... he didn't know what. But he was definitely getting plastered tonight. His parents were in an insane asylum now, and they had hurt his best friend before that, and she refused any attempt at comfort. Speaking of "Where's boy wonder the unkillable? I figured he'd stick close to you for a bit."
Catherine made a face of distaste at Rahal's most recent comment. "Fair enough." She said before ordering herself another drink. If she had to deal with his insistence on drinking, she might as well have one or two herself. It wasn't that she wasn't accepting any attempt to comfort, she just found it a bit strange and off putting from the normally quiet and reserved Rahal.
"Council." She explained pointedly. From what she had understood there were a few things left to wrap up with the trial and something about seeking outside help, petitioning the public for a psychic. That wasn't likely go well as the Council had done everything they could to prevent many psychics from use of their talents; at least any strong enough to do what they wanted.
"Council." She explained pointedly. From what she had understood there were a few things left to wrap up with the trial and something about seeking outside help, petitioning the public for a psychic. That wasn't likely go well as the Council had done everything they could to prevent many psychics from use of their talents; at least any strong enough to do what they wanted.
"Is it wrong I forget he's even on the council?" He asked, amused. "He's so different than all the others." And much more fun. Rahal was also a little jealous of Lex. The other didn't age after all and that was something he struggled with. His family didn't age. He did. Rahal finished off his drink and sighed.
Several lights flickered and went out. The psychedelic paint became monochromatic in purples, though the patterns remained. "Life is going to change a lot, isn't it?"
Several lights flickered and went out. The psychedelic paint became monochromatic in purples, though the patterns remained. "Life is going to change a lot, isn't it?"
"I don't see why it would be." She answered with a light shrug. Lex was Lex, and tried his best to have everyone's best interest at heart; even though that best interest tended to come with a side of chaos. "He's always been a little off if that's what you mean." Catherine added glancing around the bar as people began to pick up the mess left behind from the ostrich attack.
Looking up as the lights began to flicker and dim before going out, she frowned. "I don't know."
Looking up as the lights began to flicker and dim before going out, she frowned. "I don't know."
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