[IC] TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

[Vismar]

@Dark Light

Room 17

The door creaked open, revealing its contents to Vivi through a thin filter of disturbed dust. Ever curious and inquisitive, she wasted no time poking her head inside.

What she found elicited a small gasp.

A man, blonde haired and collapsed against the far wall sat motionless. Her first instinct was to rush in and see if the man was well, but she wrestled with the thought that perhaps he was simply sleeping and not a fan of beds?

Finally she worked up the resolve to gently approach, kneeling beside the man and placing a soft, warm hand on his shoulder: “Sir?” She whispered in the softest voice she could, “Sir, are you alright?”

[Dark Light]

@ Room 17 @Vismar

The mans bare shoulder was cold to her touch. He wore no shirt, only a pair of old tattered jeans. His wide muscular chest and arms were decorated with various light scars. Just beside him, out of reach of his hand, an empty bottle lay on the floor. Besides Vivi's movement everything else remained perfectly still.

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@ The Bar @Triesa
"I'm afraid without a proper chef our menu is limited to one of simple skill but our options are still wide. Make a suggestion and I'll see to it as best as available."

The barman shuffles around behind the bar and draws forth a bottle of red wine, pouring it into one of his pristinely cleaned glasses. It was a deep red liquid with a faint fruity fragrance. Before sipping it he asks.

"And of you? What brings you here? Are you a fighter? What do you fight for?"

[Vismar]

@Dark Light

Room 17

Vivi pulls back, tilting her head as she inspects the man. She grabs the bottle and turns it over, looking for some sort of label.

"Hmm, maybe he's just drunk, I should leave him alone then."

She turns to leave, then stops, looks back, and oozes underneath him, lifting him up and onto the bed, then pulling the cover over him before leaving.

She shuts the door behind her and walks back down the hall. "I suppose it's not unexpected to find someone here with the owner gone... or maybe that was the owner. That'd be awkward." she mused with amusement as she headed back down the steps. As she tip-toes down, she hears two voices, one familiar, one unknown.

She ducks behind a banister of the staircase and peeks a bright white eye around toward the bar. Trying to remain hidden, albeit poorly.

[Triesa]

@Dark Light

"I've been in all sorts of wars or battles throughout the ages, but I wouldn't call myself a fighter..."

"More like a predator." Conda thinks grimly to himself.

"When I fight it's only for myself...

I'm just a simple being tracking someone who needs to be caught, and right now I'm here because I need a sort of base camp to go venture out and have a place to return. This tavern being at an intersection of time and space allows me to set out to required destinations and jump back."

Conda doesn't go into detail after that as he doesn't even know this man. Then he remembers the man's first question...

"I'll have potatoes, a roasted bulb of garlic, and a steak... bloody."

[Blueflame]

@Triesa@Vismar@Dark Light

A cold candle sat near on the bar. Suddenly the wick started to spark up a dim blue but as the light blue flame grew eyes could be seen on the flame. Then it spoke "Oh, I am sorry did I interrupt something?"

[Dark Light]

The kitchen door at the back of the bar clattered shut behind Dorian just before the flame had spoken. He had moved quickly, holding a slim smile on his lips as he went out the back to prepare the requested meal. Leaving the other three unsupervised.

[Vismar]

A third voice spoke up amidst conda and the mysterious stranger, and at the same time, an odd blue light flickered to life. Vivi ducked behind the banister of the staircase and mulled over her options.

She could sit where she was, and wait in order to keep quiet and out of sight, or she could go down and see who the new voices were.

Vivi was already halfway down the steps before she committed to a decision.

"Conda! Hey, conda, who were ya talkin' to?" she posited, rocking back and forth between her heels and the balls of her feet. "I heard someone else talking, and then the flame lit up, and there was a third voice."

She squinted her eyes at the strange blue flame and blinked. "It has eyes? Huh..."

[Blueflame]

@Vismar
"Hmm? Oh that third voice was me...Wa-water p-person" blue had said turning purple and shaking In fear of vivi thinking her to be made of water.

[Triesa]

@Vismar

"The owner just got in. Looks like you'll get to talk to him sooner than you think. As for this blue candle... I'll leave it to you to figure it out." Conda sounds distant in the way he's speaking.

He's feeling hungry, but not in the basic need for food, but the sanguine lust he can feel in his bones, rising with every passing hour. His only hope right now is that the meal the owner is preparing will somewhat satisfy him at least until tomorrow night.

[Vismar]

@Blueflame@Triesa

In the bar-room

"Water Person?" Vivi wheels around, looking behind her then back at the flame. "Oh, me?" she chuckles. "I don't think so, maybe? Don't worry, you could do much more harm to me than I to you, little flame. But I'll keep my distance, no worries."

True to her word, she took a step back with her hands up, and took a seat at a table near the bar. "There, see? No harm done."

As she sits, she listens attentively to Conda's recollection of events, nodding politely as he finished and returned to his pipe. "Thanks Conda! What's he like? I'm nervous, I've never done an interview before."

[Blueflame]

@Vismar
@Triesa
"Your here for a job too?" blue said sounding significantly calmer yet still scared "What are you hop ing to do?" the small flames color started to return to normal as it talked to vivi. The candle it self seemed to not melt what so ever.

[Triesa]

@Vismar

"He's a well dressed man with some striking features and a true confidence, yet fair. I think you'll do fine with him in your interview- just be calm and bring your assets into the equation. We're our own worst enemy's so don't get in the way of yourself."

[Vismar]

@Triesa@Blueflame

In the bar-room

She smiles warmly at both of the other patrons. First nodding in gratitude toward Conda, "Thanks, I'll try not to do that. Wish me luck."

Vivi then turns to address the odd blue unmelting flame. "I'm not sure yet, I only know what a waitress does, so I'll probably try to do that if they'll let me, but I'm pretty versatile, and importantly, willing to learn!" she chuckles. "I'm Vivi, by the way. Do you have a name?"

[Blueflame]

@Vismar
"I go by blue, and that's what I am hoping to do that and get a room or something to keep me safe from the rain and snow" Blue said smiling slightly."Good luck I hope you get the job you want not water vivi"

[Vismar]

@Blueflame
[In the Bar-room]

"Well best of luck to you too, Blue!" She looks around and grabs another bottle cap off the ground, and again began spinning it like a coin on the tabletop. "How come you didn't say hello when we were first coming inside?" She nods at Conda at the mention of 'we'. "We didn't scare you did we?"

[Blueflame]

@Vismar
"What do you mean? I just got here a few moments ago." blue said as the flame looked at vivi confused. "you two got here before me.

[Vismar]

@Blueflame@Triesa
[In the Bar-room]

"ah, my mistake. I thought maybe you were hiding in the candle or something. I've never met a talking fire with eyes before." She chuckles, and turns to Conda; "You said the owner went into the back? He's been gone for a while, what was he going to do? Do you think he'll be back soon?"

[Triesa]

@Vismar

"Not to worry Vivi, hes preparing a meal for me and he's the only one in the kitchen. Are you sure you don't want a drink? It's on me."

[Vismar]

@Triesa

"I..." she fidgets a little, looking at the bottle with no small amount of uncertainty. "I really shouldn't, not that I can't, but I really shouldn't." she manages to mumble out, still staring at the offending glass container. "I appreciate it though!"

[Dark Light]

The squeeking kitchen door signals Dorian's return. A simple plate balanced professionally on each of his up turned hands as he walks through the door backwards. The smell of the freshly cooked roast garnished with simple herbs wafts through the tavern. He nods to and eyes all occupants before placing down the larger plate before Conda and a smaller yet similar infront of Vivi.
Beside portion size the meals were also different in the size and degree of the steak. Conda's piece was thick and sickly juicy, having hardly been sealed. Vivi's was much thinner, petite and properly cooked.

Every thing Conda had asked for was on the plate, even if only simply done. Vivi's potato had been sliced into chips. He looked to her.
"There was some extra, you may eat it if you wish. On the house." he said warmly offering her the food, putting no pressure on her if she chose not too.

Dorian then turned to politely address the flame.
"Is there anything at all I can get for you?" he asks, completely unphased by the fact he was talking to a flame.