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Alvina followed the patron's gaze and saw her boss, she saw Tristan for what he really was and didn't exactly knew what the patron was talking about. "Not human? Of course he isn't... but you're not entirely human at all too, aren't you?" (alvina is able to see people for what they really are, no disguises magical or otherwise can fool her) Alvina looked at the patron's eyes. "I mean your eyes give it away."

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Tristan looked at the hybrid (did you just moved behind the counter to whisper something in my ear?). "Yes... yes I saw it... and I don't want annything to do with it..." He shivered again and quickly walked away. What was that vision and what did that hybrid knew about it?

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Sarah looked back to Alvina "I suppose there is no here that is purely human... and if there is it's a rare sight." Sarah finished her drink and looked around the bar again scanning the tables from where she sat. She was contemplating wether to leave or have another drink when she heard loud clanking and banging coming from outside.

Sarah turned to Alvina "did you hear that?" She said straining to hear it again.

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Look it's a baby ... a baby that can eat you ^^

((Well, I didn't say that I whispered it into your ear, specifically :P))

Ulrezaj shrugged and came to the conclusion that if the owner wanted to know what the 'vision' was about, he could just come and ask Ulrezaj. With that solution in mind, he made his way back towards a table and sat down on beside it, looking interestedly at the runes etched onto his skin on his arms and the 'bands' of darkness traveling in a helix pattern back and forth along the whole of his left and right arm.

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"I suppose there is no here that is purely human... and if there is it's a rare sight."

"Well I'm human... except for the whole seeing part, that I can't explain" Alvina pointed at her white orbs.

Then she heard some noises. "Did you hear that?"

Alvina nodded. "I heard that... could have been the music or some Glorax demon stomping on the floor with it's stone hooves..."

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Tristan was still shivering and looked at his left arm, the skin was turning red... he was losing his concentration becouse of that vision. After emptying his mind for a moment he managed to gain control over his illusion again and was satisfied to see his skin had a human color again. Sighing in relief he checked on his bartenders, it seemed Alvina was chatting with the patron who had complained about waiting so long.

Tristan smiled and helped some customers.

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Ulrezaj felt a little sleepy, and decided to take a little nap right now. He went towards a place which seemed to be entirely devoid of chairs, tables and pretty much any furniture. Ulrezaj then did some complex motions with his arms while speaking a language he somehow instinctually knew, but which he couldn't remember having ever heard before. Ulrezaj then saw darkness collect at a point in front of him and form into a fully tangible sofa. Ulrezaj then conjured several floating spherical balls of darkness which remained stationary in the air, but if someone came who had intentions to harm him or try to kill him, the orbs would pretty much clobber said person until he gave up or became too weak to carry out the threat. Ulrezaj then laid down on the sofa and, after ten minutes, fell asleep and began snoring lightly, his left arm hanging down and lightly touching the floor.

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[[ Sorry for not posting a lot. I've been busy and I've also been watching Live Action Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon. I'm a nerd... ]]

Lilly was talking with another angel, one who had done what she had done. The two were just chatting, not really paying attention to the others. It was nice to talk to someone like her. She flicked her silver hair back from where it laid on her shoulder, in a flirty way, since this other angel was a male. She just giggled and smiled at him. A few seconds later, he got up and left. Again, there she was alone. "Oh well..." She said softly to herself. She finished off her drink and yawned.

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Never Going Back To You

My Twilight by Stephenie Meyer Fanfic.

Bayside Marin Rehabilitation OOC

JOIN PLEASE!!

Ha! You idiot! That's a dead end!

Patrick threw himself against the corner at the end of an alleyway, concealed from view of the alley. He glanced around the corner and saw the vampire he was chasing still running. He flicked his wrist and his crossbow clicked into place. With one swift movement with his other hand he lit his lighter and held it to the arrow on the end of his bow. Time to die you bloodsucking scumbag.

He launched himself for the other side of the alley opening, turning his body to face the alley at the same time. In what seemed like slow motion to him he brought his arm up, aimed and shot before rolling into the cover of the other corner. He waited in silence for the screams. Shit. He heard the bolt hit something in the distance and clatter to the ground. With another quick flick of his wrist he placed his crossbow back into his sleeve and drew his machette with his opposite hand. Fine... play hard to get.

He leaped round the corner running low. He caught a glance of the vampire squeeze through a hole in the fence. Not my day. He quickened his pace and scrambled through the hole after the vamp. He was in new territory now. He quickly glanced both ways down the new alley he was in, and saw the vampire running towards a bar of some description. Pat dropped to one knee, flicked his wrist and pulled a second bolt from his concealed quiver. C'mon... c'mon... No time for fire... The bolt clicked into place, he raised his other hand to hold steady and pulled on the trigger. A second before, the vamp had ripped the door open and slammed it closed behind as he tumbled across the floor of the bar.

Pat was on his feet and running before he even heard the *thud* of the bolt striking wood. He burst through the bar door as the vampire was climbing to his feet and kicked him back down. He stood over the vampire, reloaded crossbow aimed at it's throat in one hand and machette in the other.

"Any last words?" he spat at the floored vamp.

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Ulrezaj heard the sudden commotion and woke up then rose. Ulrezaj then saw what all the commotion was about, a Vampire and some guy with a crossbow chasing him. Ulrezaj went towards the stranger, stopped in front of him and, sounding thoroughly displeased at the interference, said "I don't know who you are stranger, or why you are here, but could you at least be a little more quiet?", then eyed him with his eyes, which were blood-red with midnight-black streaks swirling about in the outer parts of his eyes. Ulrezaj then waited to see what the stranger would do and how he would react.

((Also, if you haven't looked at my Character Sheet yet, I really think you should, because my character's appearance is pretty damn(to me at least) extensive and detailed: My Character Sheet))

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Pat glanced around the bar, his machette still aimed at the vampire below him. It was like nothing he'd ever seen before. He had, on occasion seen some odd or unnatural creatures but here... here they were all together.

Possibly the strangest of them all, some sort of hybrid creature made his way towards Pat. If not for the fact he had seen alot of gruesome things over the past five years, fear would have gripped Pat. Instead he stared at the approaching monstrositity.

"I don't know who you are stranger, or why you are here, but could you at least be a little more quiet?"
Pat, out of habit, almost pointed the crossbow at the new threat. He was very confused. What the hell is this place? he thought.

"I eh... didn't mean to make noise." Again he glanced around, not sure what he had stumbled upon or what to make of it. "What the hell is this place?" He tried to make his voice sound like it had authority in it, but failed miserably. He had no power here. He felt very vunerable all of a sudden.

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He landed on the ground with a huff, his breath was short. At least I'm getting faster. . . He said quietly to himself between two gasps, Need to work on endurance. . . He reached up to slick away the hair that had fallen over his eye back to the side of his face, and somewhere in there he deactivated his Dragoon and the 3 silver weapons strapped to his back disappeared. He chuckled reluctantly and sat down on a nearby decaying bench.

He sat there for a bit, looking up at the night stars, takeing sips from the water bottle he kept in his pocket, and fideling with his black leather jacket.
He would sit there until the sun started on the horizon, just like he usually did.

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Feed Me!
Adopted from Valenth Feed it the thing on the far right.