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He looks surprised at the sudden embrace. So much so that for a little bit he just stood there. "You're welcome?" He reached his left hand up and pushed some of his hair to the side. "What's your name?" He asks, as though thia were some casual exchange.
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Alesia walked into the bar as if she had been going there for years. Her red clothes, several rings and necklaces and the large suitcase she was carrying suggested she had been traveling for quite a few years. She didn't pay attention to anyone present at that time apart from the barkeep.
"Hey barkeep, this might be a wrong place to ask but I need a place to stay for a few days. Know were I might find such a place ?" The vampire grinned slightly, seemingly not caring to hide her heritage at all. "Or should I just spend my money somewere else ?" She added teasingly.
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Tristan was overseeing how his bar slowly emptied and how his employees were cleaning up glasses and the tables. "Hey barkeep, this might be a wrong place to ask but I need a place to stay for a few days. Know were I might find such a place? Or should I just spend my money somewere else ?"
He looked up at the woman and cocked an eyebrow, female vampire. "Spending money elsewhere won't be nescessary... I believe I can help you out, it just depends if you're on the run for someone..."
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She finally detaches from him, albeit unhappily. A frown stretches over her face; her sacrificial existence catching up with her at last. She regards his questions, deciding whether or not she should open up to him; The last time she opened up to anyone she had been put in an asylum... But he had saved her from that... She will tell him.
She coughs afew times, clearing her throat. She coughs up the result, a small chunk of something yellow. She spits it out, looking at it haphazardly. "M-My name... is..." POLARIS Aerial..." Polaris? More delusions... no doubt. She appears as though she enjoys the sound of her voice. "Those police officers... you didn't exactly HAVE to kill them..." She sighs as she says this, as if she knows that those officers death will no doubt cause more angst, anger and hatred to be drawn into the universe. More irreparable damage against her soul. She waits for his reaction.
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Alesia put down her suitcase and looked up at the barkeep with a surprised look in her eyes. "On the run ? If you mean from others like me, no. If you mean humans, I grew tired of running from them a long time ago and I found out I don't have to either."
She grinned and sat down on one of the chairs at the bar. "So, does that mean you can help this girl to a room, and possibly "something" to drink too ?" The vampire gave Tristan a wink while asking for a drink, hoping he'd understand what she meant.
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Shirley came back with a kettle of water. The kettle had the word "Nimh" etched on it. No one wanted to drink water out of that, once they saw what Nimh put in it. She nodded to Shirley, downed her Bloody Mary, and sighed again. As she fished in her pocket for a packet of foxglove leaves, she heard the vampire speaking to Tristan say, "So, does that mean you can help this girl to a room, and possibly "something" to drink too ?" Nimh sighed, found her foxglove leaves, and tossed them in the water. She turned her head back towards the vampire, and called, "If you wanted blood, you could have just asked, girl. Seriously. Asking for what you want will get you a long way in the world." Nimh returned her attention to her foxglove tea, idly swirling the contents, and sighed again. She found herself singing softly, an Irish song, despite her general dislike of the Irish in general.
"Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide..." She trailed off and poured some tea into the glass formerly occupied by her Bloody Mary, and sat, nursing her drink.
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He frowned. "I'm Zeik. Also, I hadn't intended to kill them." He spun around, looking up at the sky. "Besides, what's it matter to you?" He reached up and scratched his head before takeing the small gem out of his pocket and started playing with it.
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She ponders his question, and seeks the answer herself, unable to find it. "Dunno..." She eyes the gem, she has never seen anything like it..."What is that?" she asks.
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He spins around again, "Mmh. One of the local 'mistics' says it's a Dragoon stone. He holds it out for her to inspect. "Either way, it's saved me more than once." He puts his other hand casually in his pcoket. "It makes me turn into the thing that took you out of there."
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Ramus' ears prick up as he starts to talk about the gem and holds it out. He steps out of the shadows, his eyes fixated on the large gem. He feels a compulsing sensation to leap forward and grab the gem . . .
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