[h1]Reaver[/h1]
[@BrokenPromise][@Rune_Alchemist][@BrokenPromise][@PlatinumSkink]

Reaver smirked, rubbing his chin as the jolt had partially numbed it. [i]Good so far, I like.[/i] He chided to himself as he followed. "Much appreciated...your highness." He relented with a small courtly bow, before following her into the stage. Stares were upon him, and his behaviour would be no doubt under scrutiny. He felt uncomfortable, as if swimming through a thick haze. Someone was carelessly leaking magical power, and scrambling most detection abilities. Little he could do about it, and in fact he did not need to rely on detection for this kind of game. All he was doing was drinks and wooing. Maturing things to make them ripe. Ah, it was such a drag he couldn´t rush faster. He had noticed someone already looking him with eyes of lust. Had he seen that girl before? Well, he wouldn´t mind being stepped on by that lovely thing, he would not. But Cindy was the task at hand now.

"Mayhaps I met them, but your Highness would belittle the beauty of a stormy sea." Reaver said, laying thick on the flattery as he gazed at her, while drawing close to the mixing implements. His eyes darted to the car battery, afterwards. "I shall have what the highness is having." He said. The bartended looked a bit jostled, but due to his experience he seemed to recover quickly. Stranger shit he had seen, that one.

"Your funeral, bud." He mumbled as he poured the caustic drink on Reaver´s glass, as he kept looking at Cindy and her retinue. 

"I seek challenges. My patron despises cowardice. And I..." It was at this moment when he tapped his phone on his pocked with his hand. "...odd, I thought I had a call. Nevermind, as I was saying..." Reaver added nonchalantly,as with that deft movement he had pressed the quick call button to someone he had saved in his contact list as [i]"Lady dom bum bums"[/i].

"He is not fond... of excessively [i]*pure*[/i] holier than thou types. I must say, there´s taste in variety, isn´t it? But for people like those... makes your Highness an appetizing target. Thus, with this arrangement, I could sate both my thirst for battle and serve someone...august." It was then when he lifted the glass full of battery acid.

"My name is Reaver, berserker of Odin... pleased to make your acquaintance." He finished, and downed the thing in one go, forsaking the agonizing yet sweet pain of having the flesh of his mouth and throat melted, only to begin scabbing and regenerate immediatedly afterwards. He finished by throwing a smile through his now bloody mouth.