RP:Unlucky

Summary: Irenic and Eilyo bump into each other outside of the vampire town and discover how their time alive as been evenly unlucky or filled with bad luck

Kyla's Eatery

The mouth watering scent you caught from outside originates from here. You start to drool slightly, looking at row upon row of cakes, buns and assorted sweets, all kept in a sparkling glass cabinet right in the center of the room. To the left is a case containing breads, biscuits and crackers. The case on the right contains all sorts of greasy junk food, and all of it looks tempting. A shelf on the wall has all the drinks available, some made from exotic fruits, some are more average as they all sparkle in the sunlight. The shopkeeper is an attractive young woman, surprisingly slim considering her job. She is leaning against the counter, smiling at you. You feel slightly uncomfortable and cough lightly. She scowls and stands up a little straighter, ready to take your order. To the west is a glass-plated door leading back to the path.

Irenic needed a quiet place to do his reading. Funny things these 'old haunts' that he feels urges to do things, but cannot puzzle together the why. Sitting alone at Kyla's Eatery where he spent a lot of time as Irenic, but reading stacks of books he spent doing as Edlin. Edlin has always had a thirst for knowledge and power, but these are things he remembers nothing of. Usually the study of Lady Dragana's works fine, but she was having a meeting of sorts and he doesn't actually -like- the town of Vampires too much. His narrow steel rimmed glasses rest low on the bridge of his nose while buried in a book only being distracted to accept his pecan pie and coffee with a nod. Quill and parchment placed to his left and book resting in the right, only placing the book down for a moment the release the emerald and black cuff-links to allow the sleeves to be rolled up some; tattoos peaking out over tawny skin on his forearms. Irenic slips the knot in the emerald and black tie around his neck to loosen it and one could gather for some reason he was dressed up today, button down black shirt, polished boots, tie and cuff links. He takes a long sip from his coffee before his silver optics peer through the lenses to help him read this book.

Eilyo had stopped through Larket today, putting up her posters about the Bard's Guild in the public posting places. She was on her way out of town when she spotted Irenic sitting in the eatery through the glass-pane door. The woman stopped short in her tracks, the shop having caught her attention anyways with all it's beautiful desserts. The vampire could no longer enjoy those treats, but she still loved looking at them. This combined with the spotting of the avian is what lead to the woman making her way into the shop. Today she was clad in a skin-tight, navy blue dress, the bottom hugging and stopping half-way down her thighs. The neckline was a sweet-heart, showing off once again the woman's generous cleavage, - a common theme in the woman's clothing choices -, with very short, capped sleeves. Her high-heeled boots reach just below her knees in a shade of blue darker than the dress, black leather laced up the sides. Her hair today is down, billowing gracefully behind her as she walks, the hair to the left of her face pinned back by an elaborately designed black and silver butterfly hair clip. She takes in the man's outfit as she approaches him, an appreactive sort of smirk playing on her lips. The woman was suddenly curious about the man's tattoos, but she keeps those thoughts to herself for now. She stops at his table, standing across from him, light mossy eyes taking in his work spread over the surface. A thin brow is arched in a silent question at that, a hint of a chuckle heard in those light, alto, musical tones of hers. "Busy, eh?"

Irenic was attempting to unbutton the very top button of his shirt when his pointed ears pick up the sound of footsteps coming closer. His eyes continued in the sentence he was on, placing a mental bookmark in the spot just as he freed his neck from the top button when the person belonging to the footsteps addresses him. Silver optics spot the familiar person from over the top of his glasses, slender and long middle finger pushed the glasses up to get a clearer picture, returning her appreciative smirk. He allows a pregnant pause before addressing the mess before him, stacking books and placing papers in a neat pile to the left of him so the space to his right is free and the two seats before him are free as well for her to choose. One hand sweeps over either space in offering for her to join, "Not entirely. Just some light reading., chanteuse." He sticks the empty parchment into the rather large leather bound book to save his place -light reading being a severe understatement here-. Assuming she was carrying said Bard's Guild recruitment flyers, he would also ask, "And I see you are on some sort of mission?" Scarred brow quirks.

Eilyo sat in one of the indicated seats, gingerly setting the posters down in an empty space on the table. She chuckles softly at his attempt to call what he was doing 'light reading', a thin brow arched at that book. A smirk was playing on her full lips as she answers his question, holding up one of the posters briefly for the man to see. The border of the parchment is covered in images of various instruments and music notes, neat cursive writing filling the middle asking for people to join the Guild. "Bard's Guild things, ya know?" A slight sigh escapes the woman then, a slight pout pulling at her lips as she glances briefly away. "Wish I could say things were going better on that front, though. I can't seem to find any bards anywhere..." She chuckles nervously, smiling ever so slightly. "But I can't give up either."

Irenic leans in a bit in order to read the neat writing and a nod of approval, you see, he's a touch of a neat-freak about many things besides his own messy left-handed writing as she might see on the loose parchments of his. As if it reminded him he tabs a napkin in a bit of water from his glass to try and clean some of the ink off the edge of his left hand. He then would take his glasses off to clean those as well while asking, "Is there anything I can fetch you from the counter?" He nods to the display case of all the goodies, "Tea, water, coffee?" He was attempting to get her to stay apparently, or he's just painfully nice to her for some odd reason. "And if there are places that are too far, traveling wise, I'll fly some of them there." After cleaning his specs they go back in their case and atop his small stack of books with a grin, exposing those brilliantly white, but sort-of crowded teeth, "So… It seems you took some advice from a stranger." He offers a playful wink and a chuckle from that gruff tone of his.

Eilyo offers a sad smile at the offer, shaking her slightly. "Afraid I have to pass on that offer love. I can only look..." The truth was, since the woman hated being what she was, she mostly only fed from animal, and in turn it left her weaker than most vampires, despite being older. If she ate properly she would truly be a force to be reckoned with, but as it was she couldn't just make herself eat the way she should. As a result, anything the woman consumed that wasn't blood turned to ash in her mouth. Despite her pass, she didn't seem to be wanting to leave anytime soon. She smiles brightly at his offer to help, the expression genuine and almost reaching her eyes. "Oh, that would be wonderful!" This is followed by a quiet giggle from the woman, a slender hand reaching up and idly brushing her burgundy locks away from the right side of her face. A scar is revealed there, just along her jaw line, a strange looking sort of scar where a dragon touched her face with it's blood on their fingers. "Seems I did, eh?"

Irenic wasn't one to press issues of any sort on a woman and unknown to him that was one of his natures that can't be removed from his soul - if they aren't in his way of his task they are left as is. He watched how his offer to help was accepted with glee and he sipped more of his coffee before boldly reaching across, or over, to take a handful of flyers from her. He sets them on his small stack of literature before another bold action of softly holding her chin in his hand to turn her head gently so he can see this scar better. His silvery gaze traces it slowly, "Hmm… What's this from?" He didn't really understand boundaries, not then and not now. He was genuinely curious in such a way that he didn’t sound judgmental or disgusted by it, it was odd he didn't seem concerned either - just curious. His opposite hand gently traced it with an odd care as if the wound was still fresh. At the same time he mused something a bit out of place and possibly comforting, "Warriors have scars like these." In this sense he meant it when his gaze temporarily connected to her own.

Eilyo was caught completely off guard by the man suddenly grabbing her chin, her almond-shaped eyes wide as she watched him study the scar on her otherwise flawless porcelain skin. As he began to trace the scar with his other hand, a light blush flushes her cheeks, the woman awkwardly turning her gaze away from him, even if she couldn't turn her whole head. For a long moment she couldn't even form words, it had been too long since anyone had disrupted her personal bubble, that wasn't Ranok anyways. Finally she gathers her senses, clearing her throat slightly before answering his question. "Somebody decided it would be amusing to them to touch me with their blood, and she was a dragon." She thinks this over a moment before elaborating a little further. "Their blood is like acid to my skin. I flipped over an armchair in my attempt to get away from the mad woman and everything." A slight smirk tugs at her lips at his final comment, her eyes finally flickering back over to the man, just in time for their gazes to meet. "I'm a lover, not a fighter. This is the result of bad luck on my part. Heh."

Irenic also smirked before that gruff tone, so close and deep, muses out, "Ah… Chaotic actions it seems." He doesn't condone or applaud what was done, it was as if he was saying the harm was okay - just misplaced. His smirk widened when she mentioned how much she struggled, "Well, you fought through that." Irenic gently released her and relaxed back into his chair to elaborate, "A lover would have tried to seek reason with this dragon and allow whatever actions happen to them, branding them a martyr." His gaze going unbroken from her own with little shame, "This martyr would shame the scar away and cry about it to no end, even reliving the tale today getting teared up over it or something... You may not be a fighter, but you have fight, chanteuse." He pauses a moment to enjoy a bite of the pie he ordered not before rolling his sleeves up more revealing more ink, the same tattoo pattern she would notice matches whatever is across his torso that she may or may have not peaked at a couple nights ago. "Bad luck is better than no luck… Some might consider me unlucky." It might be at this time a couple patrons grab an order to go, spotting Irenic with surprise and immediate whispers of 'wasn't he killed by that dragon?' and 'how long had he been dead?' Of course this goes ignored by the avain, even throwing them a smug wink before they set off back on the trail.

Eilyo was both relieved and perhaps a little disappointed when he let go of her face; she's been too lonely for too long so even the simplest things effect her. A thin brow is arched as a brief chuckle escapes the woman, a thoughtful expression on her face. "I suppose you a have a point there, love. I avoid fighting if I can, but I'm not afraid to defend myself either. Loving is just much more fun, eh?" She chuckles at herself, glancing away in time to catch the other patrons getting their orders to go. A thoughtful frown tugs at her lips, the vampire's sensitive hearing catching the words they were whispering. Her attention turns back to Irenic with a tilt of her head, her brow arched as she speaks. "Why would you be considered unlucky?"

Irenic chuckled shortly along with her and when she mentions the 'loving being more fun' he shrugs before being able to filter it. He fell quiet for a moment, almost docile seeming while he simply admits, "I wouldn't know… Or I don't remember more like it." A clearing of the throat before he sips on his coffee some more while she questions how he is unlucky, "Well… I was thought dead. From what I am told I had a baby on the way and a fiance until someone made my fiance lose our child. I went into a battle with this Dragon of whom I have yet to see these days and I ended up losing." Another shrug, "I don't remember any of this, but in my time spent in a coma or under Lady Dragana's control, my fiance got past me rather quick.. She is actually engaged to be married now." He made a look as if he were pondering something, "But I actually don't care, other people may think I might." That devious smirk was stretching the scar on his lips again, "And I do not care what others think of me. While they whisper of me being of the undead, or the whisper of me being a slave… That's how I am perceived to be unlucky, but I'm alive."

Eilyo couldn't believe her ears, he couldn't remember that? Well, that was certainly a shame, at least in the woman's opinion. His tale, however, takes her attention away from commenting on that matter, a frown tugging at her lips. The woman shakes her head, giving the man a sympathetic sort of sad, little smile. "That's horrible, love." She then smirks, chuckling softly at his confidence. "But apparently you're fine regardless, eh?" The woman nibbles on her bottom lip slightly, while she glances away lost in her thoughts. If something like that happened to her she would be heartbroken and miserable. She gracefully stands from her seat, an apologetic smile tugging at her lips, the expression almost reaching her eyes. "I really do hate to do this love, but I do have my errands to run. Perhaps we'll bump into each other again soon, aye?" She smirks a bit, remembering she still didn't know the man's name. "Well, take care stranger."

Irenic harbored no foul feelings to his supposed ex, his killer, or her new human husband because even his ex hinted that he could have her back if he wished it, but he has nothing to offer and has a duty to fulfill. His scarred brow quirks once more at her mention of him being fine causing that devilish smirk to spread across his lips once more, "If you say so." He was near finished with his coffee so he stands, towering over her, in order to see her out. "It seems it's nearly impossible not to." He mentions about the bumping into each other, "Edlin…" He offers and one day he may share with her why some people call him Irenic and the others may call him Edlin. He would watch her walk down the path outside with that smirk about him before he got back to his own studies.