RP:Birdboy

Summary: Irenic meets a fellow smart mouthed man.

I Smell A Bromace

Broken Barrel Inn

The laws of the land do not apply to this establishment, yet somehow there is order among chaos. Aged, abused by the weather, the Broken Barren Inn stands defiantly against the stormy shores of Rynvale just off the dock, but it is a place far from welcoming. The split, oak carved sign hangs sideways on only one chain, irony not quite lost in the words tarnished by rain. Through that open door barely sitting on it’s hinges, the light of a blazing fire reflects across a dingy interior made to look more wealthy with trinkets. The walls are covered with artifacts and cheap glamour from other worldly locations and ports; rusted weapons and sea-monster fishing lure, ship wheels, a gold-braided rope, the mounted bones of an aquatic creature with seven limbs, tapestries and carvings of various culture, and instruments that no one could know how to play. Centering all of this is Redbeard’s Maiden, herself: a sultry, golden-haired mermaid bust with red painted lips and a beckoning smile, caught in a net draped to the rafters. Mounted to the wall not far behind, a fish-like tail adorned by flawlessly painted emerald scales stretches out behind her. For every first tankard bought in the Broken Barrel she is afforded a salute, a custom that Simon, the bar’s general, has not allowed to die over the years. Dominating the center of this room is an impressive four-sided bar, flanked by booths along all ways, each lit by a hanging candelabra of worked iron. Gatherings of shady sailors and outlaws collect in groups, keeping the atmosphere noisy with harmonica and bagpipe while others plot their next dastardly scheme. While invited to venture upstairs, wandering toward the cellar door might earn you a few dirty looks.

Anson was running late yet again, he wasn't used to not being woke up by a crowing rooster, but now it was only the sound of waves crashing and that just made him sleepier. Luckily Auden knew it was time for his boy to get up and he throat chopped Anson with his heavy paws and a mean tongue lashing. This is how Anson's morning had started, and now he was skidding into the tavern still pulling his shirt onto his body.

Irenic was following orders of his master, 'Explore, find things, acquire secrets.' He was still in a life debt with the Necromancer for saving him from the brink of death. His wings land him on Rynvale in front of the tavern and he lets his silvery optics take in the establishment before entering directly after the human. This tall 6'11" Avian nearly plows through the man and his dog, causing him to stop immediately before offering, "Apologies," in a deep gruff tone. A hand smooths back light brown and silver locks from his tawny face. His black boots take him to the bar stool since the free back of it made sense for wings and he pulled out a piece of parchment from the pocked of his black pants. His eyes squint at it as he's seemed to lost his glasses and once he fails at reading it he just stuffs it back into his pocket before pushing up the sleeves of his black v neck sweater to glance around the small crowd of people here. Some people giving him surprised looks, something he's used to by now, met with a bored expression on his part.

Anson wasn't paying any attention so when he was about plowed over he was caught off guard and sent stumbling like a drunkard into a bar stool. "Hey Birdboy?! I hope your more graceful in the sky than you are on two feet!" he spat at the man with a glare of his muddy brown eyes. A shake of his head caused his blonde hair to fall forward, before a well polished hand pushed the strands back. Grumbling still he pulled his self back together and finished buttoning up his shirt and turning his sleeves up. Simon had seen the incident and even snickered as he pulled out a bottle of honeyed whiskey for the head card dealer. "Anson calm yeh hot headed self down, and drink!" he says in a rough and tough tone, as he turns to another group of sailors. Anson growled before grabbing the bottle and turning back to eye the squinted eyed avian who was trying to read something.

Irenic couldn't help but to offer a wicked grin to the human exposing white, but crowded teeth, "Birdboy, huh? Very original." A loud guffaw came after his sarcastic laced comment. "I'm not very graceful indoors, no." His massive ivory wings twitch slightly, everyone knows an average Avian's wings cannot even be opened indoors, "Wanna see?" His tone darkened a bit, but somehow it was still playful and without a response his wings spanned opened making the establishment seem quite small in their shadow, yet he still didn't even stretch them out all the way as he nearly knocked over the idle patrons and for sure a few empty chairs. He guffawed again as they went back to fold against his athletic frame until the whispers of the word 'Irenic, he was thought to be dead.' 'Artia's dead fiance.' hit his pointy pierced ears. These whispers were not new and caused an eye roll from him and he asked the bartender, "May I order… Whatever is strongest." He sighed heavily in wait.

Anson had raised a brow at the winged man as he spoke to him. "I would say..." he gruffed pulling the cork from his bottle of whiskey, and turning it up. The next question was met by a wonderment look filling his eyes as the wings started to stretch out causing a ruckus in the tavern. Anson had ducked as the wings spread, and cursed silently under his breath, but when they retracted even Anson heard the whispers. "You was engaged to Witchy?!" his eyes was shimmering with humor at the avian, and his hand slid the bottle of whiskey towards the man.

Irenic took the whisky the bartender offered him and took a generous swig before a wince was offered at the potency. His scarred lips turned down at the question, "So I've been told. Then I went and nearly died forgetting all of that." A dark chuckle came over him, "Shame really, I'd like to remember at least one night with that gorgeous woman." He drank a bit more of the drink before he quirked a scarred brow down at the man, "How's it that you know of her?" His tone wasn't a jealous one, how could he be? He doesn't remember any romantic thoughts of Artia, but he was genuinely curious. Some woman tittered a flirtatious wave at the Avian and all he offered was a nod.

Anson sucked his teeth when Irenic said he couldn't remember much about Witchy, now that had to be a shame for any man. "Eh the red headed lass is a friend.." he said with a snicker coming from his nostrils "I've had my fun with her a time or two, but she wasn't more than a friend to me.." his own hand returned to his bottle and began to rise it to his lips for a deep drink. He ha taken note of the women that had waved all flirty like at the avian. "Be careful with those lasses, Those are the type that Gran said would give you something a bar of lye soap won't wash off" he still winked at one of the paid-girls making her giggle to her friend. He turned his attention back to the avian and all the scars that showed on his face "How come you can't remember the woman, that's one experience I would put in my top ten.."

Irenic chuckled again at the man's words, "I wouldn't think of it," Lie, he would, but what he should have said was 'he couldn't think of it.' You see… his master made sure to do away with that distraction as well, but that would be something he kept to himself for now. His posture relaxed a bit trying to defy his muscle memory of all the knight training he had. "When everyone thought I was murdered, someone was able to save me from death, but in place of that I am under said person's command and they were able to wipe my memory, even placing a blocker from any magic reminding me of my old life." It sounded awful, but he really didn't care, to him it's all he knows. He takes the rest of the whisky like a champ and politely asks for another, "Even if I could experience it again, I am unable to." His silvery eyes glanced down at where his manhood used to be and she shrugged, for he doesn’t even remember that feeling either, so its not something he misses entirely. "Oh well. I need something to smoke…"

Anson was drinking through the first few sentences that came from his company, but when he said that about his manhood Anson spat his whiskey out and grabbed his slacks crotch. "No way in hell...I would loose my friend Johnny.." he said as his eyes even winced at the thought of it. From his pocket he fished a tin of rolled smokes and flipped it opened to offer the man one. "The ones on the left are a specialty in the green tobacco world.." He said removing a rolled tube from the right side. A candle that sat on the bar made the end of his smoke glow red as he took a deep inhale of his woodsy smelling tobacco. "I... I can't believe you let such things happen to you Birdboy... I think I would have rather died!"

Irenic guffawed at the man, "I wasn't conscious when it happened. I don't even know what I am missing and I think I would like to keep it that way." He took the offered smoke of the specialty green tobacco, lighting it on the candle fellow. He obviously was not the typical Avian, usually good aligned all high and mighty and obviously wasn't a usual knight either. "Birdboy? You can slowly get on my nerves with that or call me Irenic, or Edlin. Dealers choice. I apparently changed my name when I arrived in hollow from Edlin to Irenic." he shrugged, "I don't even remember why." He took a long drag of the smoke and let out the smoke, slowly to cloud his face for a moment. His drink was brought to him and he gulped it some more.

Anson took a long drag from his smoke before taking a long pull from his bottle "I couldn't help but want to know..." he said aloud while other thoughts followed it. "You know that is one of my specialties is getting under ones skin, Gran used to say I could aggravate the flies away.." his Southern Plains accent got heavier as he talked about Gran, showing he was once just a farm boy. "But Irenic sounds okay, but know I like nicknames Birdboy!" his shark grin appeared on his face giving the avian a good look at his perfect teeth. "I am Anson, I run the card room upstairs.."

Irenic smirked deviously at the irony that he just said 'dealers choice' and this guy turns out to be a card dealer. "Merry Meet Anson." He placed a fist across his chest and reached a tattooed accented tanned hand to the man, if Anson took his hand Irenic's muscle memory would take over and gently grasp the inner part of the man's forearm, seems to be some sort of greeting from his home land. "You like that nickname that much? Well… Are you afraid of heights?" His smirk continued through his darker tone and his free hand took another long drag of the cigarette offered.

Anson was shady towards taking the man's hand, but still he took the tattooed hand into his on neatly manicured one and shook it like men should. "Nope, I was meant to stay as close to the ground as possible.." he said with a smirk fanning out across his lips, but the corner held his own cigarette firm as he drawled off of it again. Curiosity started to get the best of him as he adjusted in his stool. "But why do you ask?"

Irenic narrowed his gaze, causing crows feet to spread across his temples, "I'd say you have a handful of times to call me that again until I take you for a little joy ride in the skies." His massive wings twitch again to paint a better picture and upon closer proximity to the Avian anyone would recognize their favorite scent emitting from the man and the pretty silver and pearly whites reflecting off each feather in the light. He chuckles darkly once more as he leans his elbows on the counter, drink in one hand and smoke in the other, "So, choose wisely." He offered a playful wink.

Anson watched the wings "Birdboy" he held up one finger noting the first time he was to say it. "Don't get your pretty feathers all ruffled up"

Irenic took a long drag of his smoke, drank a bit of whiskey then let the smoke out his nose as he quirked a brow down at Anson. He playfully narrowed his gaze again at the human before it broke in a chuckle, "Well, there goes one…" His hand reaches out to gently pat the human on the head, "You're not all that bad, kid."