RP:Psychotic Outburst

Synopsis: Anson meets Orphyn's 3rd and most moody personality. It ends rather abruptly.

Characters: Orphyn, Anson

Location: Vailkrin

Date: May 3rd, 2016

Hanging Corpse Tavern

Anson had been looking for the path thy would take him from Larket to Vailkirin, but nobody told him that he would be walking past eight legged creepy crawly fuzzy multiple eyed monsters that some called spiders. Even as he walked into the tavern he was still wiping at the silk they built their homes with. "Ugh" come from his tightly pressed lips as he shivered the crawling skin feeling away. His boots thudded him straight to Ol' Patchy for a bottle of whiskey to chase his nerves back into place. "Damned spiders..." he mumbled as he shivered once more.

Orphyn hadn't been too far behind Anson, apparently. The door swung open with a forceful boot, and behind the action Orphyn wandered in. She were dressed in tight black leather pants, a corset and a flowing leather duster with the collar flipped up. Her hair, once a deep shade of crimson, now vibrant and pink. She was not that sweet little waitress that many had come to know. Nor did she appear her typical looney-bin self. She was aggressive. Crude. Cold. "Patchy! Drink. Tab. You know the drill, sweets." Orphyn puffed upon a self made cigarette as she seated herself at the bar, a casual glance taken of the usual sad turnout of patrons present this evening. She would be swiftly seated, upon Anson's left, issuing the familiar face a wink with her shiner baring eye. "Eve."

Anson looked over the pink haired woman as she sat to his left. A long breath was took in before he reached into his pocket and removed him a rolled smoke of a different kind. "Well Smiley... I hoped I would find you here.. Next time try a deep purple.." he offered leaning a bit closer to her and wiggling his smoke between his lips hopefully for a light. "I wanna know what you know about Desparrow...." his eyes was darker than normal when the lycan was mentioned.

Orphyn lifted a brow. "Purple, huh? Maybe." When the drink was finally brought over she took a drink right away. She had to dull that pain. From her pocket a box of matches was produced, and with one hand, she was able to open it, remove a match and strike it against the box. A talented one were she. The flame was held against Anson's cigarette in accommodation. "Ryder? What about'im? I don't know a whole lot really. We met once... long long ago. Out in sage. He.... stumbled upon me." She shrugged. "I know that he believes he wants to save Cenril. That he wants to stop the attack from the Sea. I know that he is responsible for the attack on the guard, there." Her gaze fell to her drink. "Why do you ask?"

Anson took a long inhale of the fruity smelling product, even the smoke came out in rainbow colors from his lungs. "I ask because I have heard he has kidnapped children..." he offers as he reached for his bottle to bring to his lips. "I also know he is trying to turn everything he can.." he offers before he took a long plug from his whiskey. A grimace came over his eyes while his smoke was brought back to its perch between his lips, "I am worried about the children and the wolf..." his head shook as his eyes went down. "The bounty for him is ridiculously high... A man named Ranok is offering 100,000 gold for his pelt..."

Orphyn 's fingers wrapped around the glass in her hand so tightly that you could hear the material creak and groan under the pressure. Before she could reply, the woman was suddenly bumped into by a large brute of an orc. He, nor his companion even acknowledged her existence as they both demanded drink. This of course would set Orphyn off, as evidenced by her next move. The bar stool slid backward and she rose to her feet. "He didn't do that." she stated coldly. Out of nowhere, the woman exploded. Her left leg swept backward and connected with the orc's shin, pulling it back toward the door. Her black nailed fingers would in the same fluid instance grasp a chunk of the creatures hair and swing his head forward, using the momentum of that leg sweep to cause the orc's face to meet with the bar in a loud sickening crack. Three times his head was beaten against the counter before she would pull the stunned beast back. As soon as he was on the floor, she began to mercilessly bring her heel down upon the green-skinned brute's face in a repeated fashion, breaking tooth and bone in a matter of minutes. "TEACH YOUR DAMN FRIEND SOME MANNERS!!" she screamed at the other orc while unsheathing one of those twisted daggers resting upon her hip. The pink haired woman looked absolutely psychotic, her breath frantic and heavy. The other orc seemed terrified, quickly grabbing his companion by the arm and dragging him out of the Corpse. To Anson she turned, the pupils in her blue eyes narrowed like pinholes. "It was a lycan named Mihael. He took the children. It was never part of the plan." she growled. "And if I find him...I'm going to cut off his head." She would not give the male time to reply, instead storming out of the tavern in quite a huff!