[center][b][i]~IN THE BEGINNING~[/i][/b]
[i]Time: Second Hour and First Quarter of MiddleDay[/i][/center]

[i]Old Boar's Inn; Lobby[/i]
[b][Kresnik/Locien][/b]

Locien would shudder as Kresnik gave his name, though whether from dread or pleasure, the dhampir would be unable to tell. Likewise, the shudder would come once more as Kresnik spoke his piece, once again vowing the destruction of the coven, no matter the odds or power. A sudden twinge of the elf's right eye would be a subtle expression on the bard's face (and more than likely missed by anyone), but it would disappear as the cittern stopped and the elf began scooting out of the booth. "Well, that depends, mate." Locien would state, scanning over the bar with a sigh. The Old Boar's Inn had begun to fill once more, almost as if it were always meant to be filled with people and creature (and in all honesty, not even the most violent fight had ever caused the inn to lose business - it was, after all, the center piece of The Lows). "It depends on how eager you are to smite the foul creatures of policy and magic. It depends on supplies and demand of those supplies. It depends on contacts, and traveling companions of this oh, so grand endeavor. It depends on the dependability of the depended factions and factors, aye?" In all of this banter, Locien had cast his gloved hands this way and that, pointing in meangingless directions (or so it would seem). On top of this, a wink was cast in the direction of the darkened hunter before scooping up cittern once more to play a series of dramatic chords. "Supplies will be easy, as there is always one willing to sell or barter the necessities of any sort in these walls. Contacts, though limited, I can provide, and companions... well." Green eyes were directed over the shoulder to Kresnik to the growing crowd, "Those can be found here or naught." A harsh twang of the strings was finished with a final thought, 

"The hero must decide before the action can be taken."

Meanwhile, a few noticeable things could, and most likely would, be observed. One, the inn was filling. Two, the "mess" that Kresnik had left was being cleaned away by the smaller girl that Kresnik had saved, one way or another, and three: Locien was looking over the empty tankards once more and looking longingly at the bar, which had now been graced with the presence of a loud mouthed rogue and a...fairy?

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[i]The Old Boar's Inn; Bar[/i]
[b][Missile/Pullo/Ganti][/b]

Surprisingly, Bruce would respond to Ganti's "thug" speech pattern, throwing up a quick gang sign before pounding the bar, speaking in his deep voice, "Don't make pack a cap in yo', mutafuka." His eyes gleamed dangerously as his massive frame looked down, "Yo' gotta loud mouth on yo' foo." Luckily, Gaudette's mannerisms calmed the bartender and he was clearly extremely agitated, muttering under his breath, "Tch--now gonna have to fix up the bae cuz of yo' fucked up..." The beady eyes would refocus themselves on Ganti, answering gruffly, "Yeah, that foo," jerking a finger the direction of booth, "busted up the joint like some freakshow." His big head shook from side to side slowly, "Ain't nevah seen anyt'ing like it."

The booth had a strangely clad elf with a jester hat, playing some sort of guitar instrument. The fool he looked, and from his mannerisms, the fool he would be most likely assumed. However, the guy sitting across from him - he was practically death incarnate, from his strange glove to his dark clothing.

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[i]The WildWood; West Hemisquare[/i]
[b][Garret][/b]

The red cloaked figure would be impossible, but the more Garret persisted, the more playful the figure would become, turning its [url=http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/236x/14/75/a7/1475a71764dce97eeec9d7c59fd452a6.jpg]hooded face[/url] to see if Garret was still following, and even bending at the waist and beckoning with the crook of its clawed finger, its [url=http://www.deviantart.com/art/Aliens-have-Claws-323343171]face[/url] wrinkled in mischief. However, when the chase ended, it would stand straight, the wispy folds would swirl around it before settling flat against its body. 

“Why do you give into defeat, so easily, oh brave knight?” the creature would giggle in a girlish tone. “To chase is to seek, to seek is to discover, and to discover is to expose.” With each of phase, the (apparently) female would take a series of strides, in an almost seductive manner, her scarlet [url=http://thefashiontag.files.wordpress.com/2013/06/80d8b6035e45058801f87f91f11fd98f.jpg]dress[/url] swishing with every stride. By the end of her logical sequence, she would be not two arms lengths from the knight. “If you chased me, what is it that you hoped to expose, hm?” Another giggle issued from her delicate mouth as she turned and wheeled, a flurry of red displayed in a flamboyant way fanning the air, her graceful movement allowing her to move yet another arm’s length away…

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[i]???[/i]
[B][Alec][/b]

At this moment, faces surrounded Alec - laughing taunting faces from the past. Anyone who could have been from the past, any naysayer, bully, kicker of pride, and the like would mock Alec, spitting on him, ridiculing him, despising him. The entire experience would whirl Alec around and around, all the world around him spinning with the smells and sound, turning turning, turning…

Stop.

Alec would find himself in a new room - or was it? The surrounding darkness completely enveloped him, collapsing around the small light of his soul, which even now would feel as if it were a small candle flame slowly burning into extinguishment. It would feel as if the shadows were gnawing at him, maddening his psyche and crushing his very existence…

And then, a voice. It was dark, menacing, delighted. “Hello Alec.” A series of whispers would come from all around him, issuing little giggles of menacing delight:

“Yes, Alec”
“Hi Alec”
“Oh, greetings, Alec.”

Silence…