Who: Aveira and Mikhail
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: Blacksmith and Weaponsmith shop
What: Aveira encounters a new friend

Aveira felt somewhat refreshed this day in ways that were hard to explain. There was no shame in going to the Medical Pavilion to seek out blood, she walked with more confidence and when she worked she got more accomplished, her eyes set on the knife she was now customizing. It was truly interesting how much a conversation with a likeminded person could persuade her to see things differently. In fact there wasn’t much persuasion.

When the knife was complete she toyed with it in her hands, admiring her work. Her hand feared no consequence from the blade when she began to flip it idly in her hands, thinking about what she would do for the day when she grew bored of working and wanted to steer more towards adventuring into the town. All she knew was she wasn’t one for staying inside even with the decreasing temperatures.

After lighting a cigarette, the vampire sensed someone was in the shop and she turned towards them slowly, settling the knife on a nearby table where she hopped up and crossed her legs. “May I help you?” She asked in a low tone, crossing her arms as well. Most people had a lot of questions, so it was best to make herself comfortable.

Who: Hayate and Aveira
When: Late at Night
Where: The Tiki Hut
What: A meeting between two not-so-normal vampires . . .

While the setting was not frame for frame like the pounding bass and flashing lights of the clubs he was used to occupying late at night in the city during his old life, the scene at The Tiki Hut caused flashes of remembrance to come back to the vampire. For the two settings were similar enough despite their differences, and the live music was fuller and easier to appreciate than the digital, perfected recordings of modern music. There were no flashing lights, but there were lights. Sheathed, bulbous lamps hanging from the ceiling of the roof over the open dance floor emitted dim light, each a different color of spectrum. The chilly breeze from the lake wafted up to the open dance floor, cooling off its many dancers packed so closely together they brushed against complete strangers and thought little of it.

The bar was close by to the dance floor, as was a small restaurant. All three were open to the elements, lacking walls to enclose them. Having lost most of his interest in The Wine Bar, Hayate found himself intrigued by this new setting established for Elysium's residents. A bar, club, and restaurant all rolled into one and located on the beach. It reminded him of collegiate hangouts. Quite frankly, it was a frat boy's wet dream.

Though he normally kept his appearance in casual disorder or respectable smoothness, he chose a look that leaned in the opposite direction for his venture into the new establishment. His hair was a messy twist of slightly separated locks, the bleach blond color more noticeable with his dark roots showing on purpose for contrast. He wore completely black in the form of slacks and long sleeves to cover himself against the cold air. Not that he really needed the protection, being a naturally cold creature, but sometimes even he could feel a shiver due to the weather.

Hayate sidled easily through the crowd, his keen and observant eyes absorbing everything around him. As far as he was concerned, he was keeping his distance from others and promoting a sense of singular self. So many others danced with partners, connected to somebody's hip or everybody's hips. Hayate seemed more a preying creature amongst the fold, his eyes on everyone and no one. He headed towards a small bar set up right beside the dance floor for the night, nowhere near the size or impressiveness as the main bar, and relaxed upon one of the stools. His arm propped itself upon the bar, his eyes scanning the crowd and gleaming in the dim lights brighter than all the rest.

He was here to watch, and there was a devious quality to his expression and appearance. Even his posture spoke of something else: the detached sense of a predator. Someone who was sure of himself and his position, and he did not need anyone to tell him what he was — he knew.

Glancing up, Hayate's eyes locked with someone else's through a sea of faces. For some reason, she stood out to him and caught his attention.

Who: Irei and Aveira
When: later afternoon
Where: The Tiki Hut
What: Wandering and finding a place a little closer than the tavern in Helicharis to get a drink


Why was it always so far to get to the wine bar? Maybe if Sascha and he had decided to live closer to town he wouldn't be having his current problem. He made his way north of his bungalow with his hands in his pockets. He really needed a drink, but the wine tavern was a pretty far distance. Irei just didn't want to walk all the way into town, only to be told to leave at 9:30pm to make it home in time for the curfew. He was so used to being able to stay at bars until about 2am.

Irei kicked at the sand as he continued his slow trek. He wondered if that Tiki bar place where Zane and Amada's wedding reception had taken place was open. It probably was. Would it sell liquor or just fruity drinks? What the hell. He recalled hearing that the place belonged to that guy Loki, Mitsuko's boyfriend. Irei smiled to himself. That man seemed like he was amusing to say the least, and he could always ask for something mostly vodka like a lemon drop or even a beer if there wasn't anything else he liked.

The place was rather impressive for a structure made out of bamboo and umbrellas of dried palm leaves. The setting reminded Irei of some of the resorts one could find along the beach in Okinawa. Okinawa had been hot though. This place wasn't as cold as New York had been, but Irei still couldn't quite get used to it.

He stepped up to the bar, unwilling to take up a table where others were chatting, laughing, and nibbling on appetizers. He probably should eat something to go along with what he drank. He sat down on a stool and ordered a draft beer to start off with. He didn't particularly like the taste of most beer, but he never fooled himself to believe that taste was the reason why he drank.

The foam in his glass spilled over slightly as the bartender handed it to him. He drank and absently reached up to touched the puncture scars left over from the night at the wine bar with the disguised Hayate. Bad things seemed to happen lately when he got drunk. He smiled softly, shaking his head and wondered if he'd meet any other bloodsuckers here.

Who: Aveira and Idehr
Where: the Blacksmith's and the Wine Bar
When: mid-evening
What: Idehr pays Aveira a visit. At night.

Idehr needed a smart shirt. Desperately. His wardrobe consisted almost entirely of T-shirts and hoodies and he had no good clothing with which to impress anyone, so there was nothing for it. He asked Malcolm if he could borrow a nice and crisp button-down shirt after dinner and retired to his room in order to change. Thankfully he still had deoderant and sprayed some on himself before wearing the shirt. Maddy wanted to know what he was up to, so he told her that he was going to see Aveira and she had a knowing little smile right until she had to go to bed. He'd deal with that later. At the moment, he had to buff his pair of black shoes (his only other pair, actually) and comb his hair.

He told himself that he was just going to pay her a visit. At night. After he'd given her a gift and she returned it with one of her own. That had to mean something, right? Or was she only being polite? She did say that she hoped to see him some time soon, metal or not (he memorized the letter - it marked the first, nicest note a woman ever sent him). A little confidence drifted his way and he left the forest cottage to head for the Blacksmith's. He hoped she would be there. There were many things that could go wrong and he'd never find her... but he hoped not.

Time flashed before his eyes and the door of the Blacksmith's appeared in the horizon. Ide wished that he had some of his father's orc bravery hiding away somewhere in the back of his mind. He knocked on the door and hoped one more time that she was in. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

Who: Nico and Aveira
When: Evening
Where: Combat gym
What: Hot sweaty girls are sexy

When Nico set his mind to doing something it was hard to get him to think about anything else. He had begun a new training regiment for himself, one that would get him into the best shape of his life. It even included eating better, which was a strange shift for the sprite considering he was used to eating nothing but junk food. Elysium was the sort of haven that had hamburgers and hot dogs and heavily buttered popcorn - it was the sort of haven that tried to cater to all walks of life and all diets.

But Nico was steering clear from all of his favorite foods, and he was working out on a regular basis. It was hard at first, the running and the weight lifting left him sore for a day or two. But now that he was a few days into his routine it was getting easier. Structure was a good thing to have in one's life, especially for someone like Nico who didn't have much structure at all.

The sprite found himself at the combat gym this evening. He was throwing heavy punches upon the sand-filled bag, watching it sway lightly as he switched between jabs and hooks. He kicked it a couple of times, but that didn't do anything but frustrate him. Nico was a wrestler and a boxer, not a martial artist. Still, he kept with his left jabs, and hard rights before switching to the other side. It felt good to be active again - it made the sprite feel that he was actually accomplishing something other than just sitting around.

He gave the heavy bag one more strong punch before he walked away from it. He was breathing heavily, and he lifted the edge of his wife-beater tank top to wipe the sweat off his brow. He was walking toward the water fountain when he noticed something from the corner of his eye. A woman who was working out, and oh dear Lord was she hot! Nico couldn't help but stare for a moment as he walked. Unfortunately, he tripped over some free weights and went flying into a bench. He tried to recover though and made it seem as if he meant to fly toward the bench to take a seat. It all worked out for the best though as it gave him a better view of the girl he had been eyeing.

Who: Aveira and OPEN
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Blacksmith and Weaponsmith Shop
What: Aveira is at work and gets a guest!


The smell of burning metal was very frank in the Blacksmith and Weaponsmith shop. To some it may be a little headache raising on nose after just about an hour or so, but to Aveira it was just as refreshing as the smell of the bakery. The workload was the bit of the headache. It wasn’t like back home where technology could give out a hand with the various weapons she enjoyed crafting. This was the old fashioned way. On the plus side, it was like creating art. Though it encouraged enough sweat to make you lose about ten pounds with just one making of the sword, it would be a true art piece for anyone to have.

The shop was set to Aveira’s liking and often times she would relocate anything any other shop workers would move. In her opinion it had a great appeal. The ordinary swords and daggers were neatly and horizontally placed around the shop in a ‘C’ like formation. They didn’t take long to forge and she figured since she pretty much made the table herself, it went where she pleased.

Double edged swords, or ethnic like swords such as the Kris or Katana that sometimes took days for Aveira to make rest in a nicely decorated table in the middle along with daggers with designs on them. In the far back were less harmful looking weapons like wooden swords for children or anyone who would fancy them. On the back wall, crossbows, lances, staffs and weapons of request were located there.

She sat at the table she always rested at, legs propped up with her trademark cigarette occupied hand that hung by her side. Aveira let out a prolonged sigh, smoke circling through the air. When she thought she heard a noise, perhaps hesitant footsteps only a brow quirked up. Her voice wasn’t tainted with rudeness, but perhaps a bit of annoyance. This had happened before. Did she look mean from behind?

“You know. The shop is open for a reason.”