RP:An Ill-Timed Reunion

Part of the Unforeseen Consequences Arc

Hanging Corpse Tavern

This once-timber tavern has been rebuilt in sturdily vitrified blackstone and imbued with powerful protective magics that prevent occult fire and several other potentially harmful spells being cast within its walls. No effort has been spared to make what might otherwise be a bleak interior comfortable. The bar is made of polished stone with an oaken inlay, the space behind filled with a bustle of attractive barmaids, sundry barrels and a dazzling array of coloured bottles that glint in the light cast by a large wrought-iron candelabrum suspended from the ceiling overhead. Here, the one-eyed Steadman stands, ready to take orders for food or drink. Beyond the bar, stout tables are firmly bolted to the floor, though the high-backed chairs are freestanding. The hearth is a true feature, seeming to be cast from black lava into the shape of a colossal, laughing goblin's head, its maw gaping wide and deep, usually containing a merrily crackling fire. A delicious scent of roasting meats drifts in from the kitchens and a winding staircase leads to rooms upstairs. To the south are set cellar doors, usually kept locked unless a special event is taking place. The walls are hung with thick, richly woven tapestries depicting persons and events in the history of Vailkrin and the Vampiric race. There's also a notice-board near the entrance, where one may leave messages. Unobtrusive but ever-present are the security staff, staunch fighters ever ready to toss troublemakers out.

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Kasyr is seated near the fireplace, his attention resting upon a crumpled piece of paper in his hands. Really, at a glance it could almost be mistaken for a napkin or rag, were it not for the manner in which the Kensai carefully proceeds to unfurl it every so often. A ritual which inevitably ends with it being crunched into a ball, after he's finished poring over it's contents. Occasionally, his right hand drifts off towards a bottle of blood wine resting upon a small table next to his seat- but it never quite seems to reach it, his attention drifting off before then.

Sidonia spies her fellow Promise immediately upon entering the pub, a grin immediately curling those full lips. She lightly stepped towards him, bending over his shoulder. "Hello, Kasyr."

Dami swift, simply, and straight to the point. She thought she recognized his trace in their 'link', that which came natural to both Sire and Fledgling. It was the only reason she dared to set foot in this slum of a city, if only to answer an age old question of his. "You have the f-" Steadmen dropped a glass, the shattering was loud, "-king audacity to mark me off as dead?" It was the only warning the man recieved- that, and the noisy ruckus of a table being drug in her destructive wake. "Move." Had Sidonia chose to move or not, was on her own account, Dami simply wanted to make a statement. Dami swung the table like an oversized disc, hurling it carelessly at the Kensai, and his chair; there seemed to be hardly any effort in doing so. There wasn't too many things that could trigger Dami to snap, but apparently Kasyr had found one.

Kasyr can't help but jerk his hands when he finds himself the impromptu victim of Dami's Tirade, something which is more than enough to reduce the tattered parchment in his hands into -shreds-. That being said, whilst the Kensai is certainly sporting an expression that is a mix of incredulousness, curiosity, and just overall shocked surprise- his instincts are at least holding true. Well, instincts, and the fact that Dami wasn't being too subtle that something was incoming. With a moment spared to nudge Sidonia clear, should she be a mite too shell-shocked to evade whatever was coming, the Revenant simply proceeds to hurls himself out of his seat, hitting the ground in a diving roll that sends him clear of the "A table. Really. . .? And..what is this? Exactly?" Pulling himself up into a standing position, the Kensai simply slips his right hand within his trenchcoat, and waits. Well, beyond sparing Sidonia an apologetic glance, and an awkward, "..Hey."

Dami half expected him to do something of that nature, which was why she didn't seem to really care if he dodged or not; didn't mean she was going to let up. "I found the table fitting. You did flip one over her, afterall." She knew he would know what she was talking about- the issue that started this whole fued in the first place. "Beating me down wasn't enough? You had to assume I went on to end myself?" The elf leaned in, simply aiming to give him a hearty shove to the chest with both palms. Hardly anything compared to the last source of ammunition, which was now a splintered mess behind the two. Both the bouncer and Steadmen were ready to charge the elf; one with his sword, the other with a broom. "Get over yourself." For now, she seemed to be simmering down.

Kasyr 's more than aware of the fact that Dami can do more damage to him with her hands, than that table- hence why his thumbs currently nestled beneath the hilt of the katana at his hip. That being said, he's relatively lax beyond that particular bit of preperation, offering little resistance to the shove. "...I..don't..even...What?" Giving Dami a particularily baffled look, the Kensai can't help but state, "If I can -feel- if you're dead or not, why would I assume tu are dead? Mon dieu. Just because I didn't chase after you, when you decided you wanted to leave? I gave you your freedom to make your own mistakes et such. You know, that space you were desiring." With a look of aggravation, the Kensai shrugs. "What the hell is the problem, Cherie? I even left that girl of yours alone, while you were out...doing whatever it es that you do."

Dami , in all reality, wasn't as angry as she seemed. This was more her chaotic way of saying, 'Hello'. For Kasyr, at least. "You would be surprised to hear half the sh-" Steadmen broke another glass; he was livid right now, "-it that leaves everyone's mouths these days." It was here Dami threw in the towel, and stood down, stuffing both of her gloved hands back into her pockets, before dragging her feet off. "Word on the street is, Vailkrin is in as much of a mess as when I left." The elf spun on a heel, fell back, and caught herself balancing on the back legs of an empty chair. The way her mood changed on the drop of a dime, only supported Hanan's borderline personality accusations; sometimes, Dami had to wonder herself.

Kasyr shakes his head at the bouncer, before sitting down on the edge of a table- an act which has the table not-so-subtly tipping in his direction, from the weight of his coat. "The only thing I can remeber saying about you, is that you had a deathwish- and considering how I found tu again? Not exactly inaccurate. Otherwise, haven't spoken much about you, except to ask that captain of yours about tu." Shaking his head, the kensais gaze simply drops down to the tattered bits of paper strewn across the floor, "As for this place? It's doing better, and worse. It has structure, a government. That's..that's a start. It just also has an upsurge of cultists, some ...undead high priest thing, an overpopulation of unpleasent monstrosities..et, well, a large rift. Et all those things happen to be tied together, apparament."

Kasyr said, "Well, I think it's undead. I'm not actually all that certain. But it's not a vampire. Er. Now, Anyways."

Dami wasn't about to ask for a drink, not after her little stunt. Like she'd trust Streadmen with his alcohol anyways; poor sod has been wanting to poison her since day one. "The captain and her sabatage, the wyvern and its uncontrollable nature, and now rifts and abominations. Why did I come back again?" She'd follow this statement up with a smirk, before leaning into her chair. "Who was she." Dami pointed to the woman that had nearly been caught in the crossfire, now shuffling away.

Kasyr doesn't even bother to lift his head, instead leaning a bit heavier in his spot, "If you mean the Damoiselle you nearly clocked with the table? She's a promise. A...sister to my sire, j'suppose. One of the remnants from one Tenebrae was around, and all those people flocked to her. She drifts in, now et then. It's not exactly a common occurence, however." Shrugging, the Kensai finally glances over to Dami, "So why are you back? I figured you were going to be gone for a while longer- et stay you know, elsewhere." That said, the Kensai can't help but gesture towards the terramancer, "Not that you haven't been missed. You should go swing by et say hello to Satoshi. Hang around for the end of the world, et all that. Maybe help me kill some creepy," Kasyr makes quotation marks with his fingers here, "'Psychic'", End quotation marks "Vampires- that are apparently tied up in this whole mess, too."

Dami shrugged. "What? Don't think I came back to see you. I have my reasons.." Realistically, 'a' reason, and she had already paid that 'reason' a visit. In fact, multiple, enough to be involved with a sabatage, that was scheduled to roll out at any given moment. "Besides.. I was hoping to pay her a visit soon, have something she might be interested in." She still found it strange, that a massive, winged reptile brought Satoshi to mind, she'd have to ask her about that one.

Kasyr gives Dami a look. "You really came all the way to Vailkrin, -not- to see moi? I'm beginning to see how you could buy into me writing you off as dead." Offering Dami a grin, he simply continus on, "Anyways, I figured you hadn't got over anything- hence why I suggested you see the rest of the Coterie, before you decide as to whether or not you want to get dragged into anything I'm doing. Though given Vuryal's back, and where I can only imagine you're generally able to be found? I figure our paths'll cross sooner than later, anyways."

Dami scoffed. "If it's for the rest, I have no qualms. If it's for you-" she rolled her eyes, "Your still on my sh-t list." Here she began to undo the leather ties to her gloves, slipping them off one by one, and eventually dropping them onto the table. They chunked the top with enough weight to question the elfs actual strength. They were, after all, lined with thin plates of ghroundium; she was getting addicted to this stuff. A metal as strong as herself. "Besides, already ran into Kirien.. He was. Well, Kirien." Words couldn't express her fondness for that man.

Kasyr grimaces when Dami decides to underline the animosity which defines their interactions, though the expression softens somewhat when he mentions Kirien, "Well, as much as I regret that we don't see eye to eye, et all- I'm at least glad your keeping in touch with the others. " With a sigh, the Kensai shifts off from the table, if only to stuff his hands into his pockets, and begin drifting towards the door, "Anyways, as much as I'm grateful that you're still as spirited as ever, I do have some things to do. And seeing as you've made it fairly clear that you'd prefer -not- to get involved in my business? I suppose that means adieu, et all. Unless you have anything you'd care to say?" It's about that point that his head cants off to one side, before he directs his attention to Dami, "Also, do be sure to mention to your captain that I'd like to speak to her, at some point."

Dami flexed her fingers, letting them breath for the first time in days. "What could you possibly want with her?" It was none of her business, but she figured she'd ask anyways. "Regardless, I'll pass the message on." Dami was being a righteous bitch on all accounts, but she had her reasons. She knew, that when the time came, she no doubt, would find herself in the middle of the fray, fighting right along side the man; it was inevitable.

Kasyr casually fumbles in his pocket for a smoke for a few moments, before remembering that he's currently storing one up near his ear, all carefully nestled in his hair. Ignoring the fact that it's been bent and slightly broken from the roll, he merely plants it in his mouth, before cupping his hands over it. "You know. City Stuff. Rumours. Maybe Coven Stuff. " The cigarette's lit when he removes his hands and stuffs them in his pocket, "So, anyways, are we done here? You need anything? Or are you content to continue moseying along without me having you run any errands?"

Dami raised her brows, a side long grin tugging playfully at the corners of her lips. "No no, by all means." She held her arms up, giving the signal for the conversation to come to and end. She wasn't going to stay long; pay the man for his table, and exit the scene. Even when she was in the first body, Steadmen didn't care much for the elf's company. Either way, she'd most likely be hitching a ride up to Frotsmaw before the day was over.

Kasyr takes a long drag from his cigarette, before meandering out the door, "Adieu, take care, all that fun stuff, tu know? I have things to do. Don't be a nuisance and get killed on me." And it's on that note that he steps outside.