| Mar. 6th, 2008 @ 11:25 am Eat, Drink, and Be Merry |
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[[New mechanic:]]
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A short time after the parties arrive at the bar and take their places at the bar or at a table, the barmaids – University of Texas undergrads, no doubt, smiling and pretty in tight black “World’s End Tavern” t-shirts – take their orders (including Nick’s nachos) and disappear back into the maze of tables and people. Surprisingly quickly, for such a busy night, a man emerges from the labyrinth with a large tray, easily balanced above the heads of the patrons on one hand despite the number of full glasses on it. More surprising, however, is the man’s appearance. He is albino, with powder-white skin and unruly shoulder-length hair. His eyes are blood red, iris and pupil. Despite this somewhat unnerving countenance, however, he sports a genial smile as he approaches. He is short, by a few inches, but more than makes up for it in the width of his shoulders. His black turtleneck and jeans fit him well enough to show off his muscle definition, and patrons part for him like the waters of the Red Sea, no one wanting to interfere with the pale bouncer.
[[It is unlikely that any demons recognize this individual on sight. He would have looked very different, during the Fall, and even throughout the Book of Genesis. He has been absent from Heaven since the beginning of Exodus, so even younger angels will not recognize his corporeal vessel. By my estimation, the only celestials in the bar who would realize who this person is – Azrael, exiled Archangel of Death – are David, Jason, Tyriel (and, of course, Tariel). If you think there’s good cause for your character having been around in Heaven during the Tenth Plague of Egypt, let me know and we can discuss it.]]
He stops first at the bar, putting down two large baskets of nachos in front of Nick and a second stout in front of the Preacher. He catches the Preacher’s eye and nods, his smile as unmoving as a cleft in a rock wall. “On the house,” he says genially, barely revealing too-long, blood-stained canines. “We’re all friends here, right?”
#Artuunias#
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The Preacher blanches slightly and inexplicably, and the albino claps him on the shoulder. “Name’s Az. Give a holler if you need anything else.” He smiles at Nick and the man in the Mariners cap, and moves on to the table hosting the suits. He distributes drinks all around, still smiling, and introduces himself again, deftly wiping an almost imperceptible drop of blood from the corner of his mouth with a knuckle. “These are on the house. I’m Az, the owner. There won’t be any trouble unless you start it.”
#Leliransidhe, Raziel, Syrkolus#
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“Enjoy,” Az says, nodding to the group and rapping his knuckles on the table jovially. He then tucks his tray under one arm and moves back to the bar to refill it, shooting John, the bartender, a friendly glance and a smile. “Full house tonight, John,” he says. “Keep both eyes open.”
[[Tariel would know from experience that everyone Azrael delivers drinks to personally at the World’s End is either a celestial or an ethereal, but Azrael is weird about privacy and refuses to tell Tariel who is a demon and who is an angel. Normally, this does not cause problems, other than to make Tariel nervous, but Tariel has also come to learn that ‘Keep both eyes open’ is code for, ‘Holy crap, are there a lot of diabolicals here tonight.’ There’s a blessed bat under the counter in the unlikely event of emergency.]]
His tray full, Az maneuvers back out onto the floor and stops at Stainless Steel’s table. He blinks at Dave, and for the first time, his smile falters somewhat. It returns quickly, however, and he begins placing drinks on the table. “On the house, all around,” he says, his tone oddly subdued. “Good to see you again, David. Jason. It’s been a long time. What brings you to Austin?”
[[One last note -- please do not feel bound by temporal continuity. Feel free to continue to act upon the previous post (all previous posts), and you may also interact with Az at any point in this event. That is the wonderful thing about comment threading. Just because I've written that he leaves your table or place at the bar quickly does not mean that he has to if you have roleplaying to do.]] |
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