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Post by Krakenbox on Nov 12, 2021 22:11:31 GMT -8
The bartender wore a rather intense mask of the crescent moon, where it was slightly askew for him to see, but the top part of his face remained wreathed in shadow. Long hair hung freely with calla lilies blooming from within splits in his skin, and he had an almost sickly like pallor to how pale he was. Lively and charming, however, reminding one of a beautified corpse as he grinned brilliantly to chat up other Freeholders. "We're supposed to imbibe in visions, but I've messed around with some boons from the Hedge for other...interesting...reactions," he said, almost musically. There was a willowy presence to him as he stood, which made it hard to place whether he were one of the Fairest or a Darkling. The floorboards creaked and snapped as peering eyes and fingers retreated from her periphery, causing one's hair standing on end as if one had disturbed a grave. "It's also easy to make something without spirits," he added."That one makes you fearless for the evening, if you can stand to see your greatest vice fully realized."
"That one lets you find those who shared your Durance, if you can brave a vision of your Keeper." "That one you do with more than one person. You receive a vision of someone in the group on how to bring them prosperity, or you get to oust an enemy." "That's a shot. Have fun with that one.""The fruit? That's a secret. The pits are where the magic happens, but I toned it down by just leaving the fruit so it's all temporary. Eat one and no one you talk to can recall your name; eat two and no one remembers your strongest impression; eat three and recognizes you for the night. Address some fears. Go nuts." He seemed quite proud of that one, allowing Freeholders to play with the fact that they could see what their friends really thought of them, or how people take them without a trait taken for granted.
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Post by Riley Sorsa on Nov 16, 2021 14:58:19 GMT -8
The Twilight dancer sat cross-legged on the bar, listening to the wears of the Alchemist called bartender. The blind mask tilted to the side as their gauntleted hand tapped the top of the bar rhythmically.
"Quite the list of extraordinary options. Hard to pick just one."
Riley considered the options before them. Each was as tempting as the last. But, tonight, fear was lord, Riley knew fear better than most. So Tonight, Riley was going to embrace fear, and perhaps a little courage was needed to really be able to soak this night in.
"I'll take a Ascalon's Tear, to get the night started"
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Post by Aster Blau on Nov 18, 2021 6:39:56 GMT -8
Slipping in, the masked Viper's sight first fell upon Sorsa, the effects of the Moth's oathbreaking causing the Beast to tense involuntarily. She would have likely left if not for the bartender's explanation of his selections. After he had mentioned one though, Aster's gaze did not drift to the others: Kingdom's Key.
Well spoken as she may have been, Aster found it difficult to find common ground since her flight from Chico. She had stagnated in Las Vegas now for two long years, emerging only recently in hopes of building bridges, particularly among the High Seasons. However, the barkeep offered an opportunity for a sturdier connection, few other opportunities for making fast friends existed than to find another who bore a common Keeper. Bracing herself, she approached, speaking only once the bartender had finished serving the outcast Darkling.
"Kingdom's Key, please."
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Post by Krakenbox on Nov 19, 2021 16:59:30 GMT -8
Riley blew out the flame, wondering how the glass didn't explode from the smoking ice. As they knocked back the liquor, the twining serpents bit. A vision flooded their senses—like the living nightmare that haunted them the night of Litha, where they could not wake until they admitted guilt to the forms of those betrayed. Faces and moments flitted by, with the knife of their ambition cutting into the flesh of those who prospered instead of themselves. Their envy burned the world around them as their light wiped their mistakes to ash and blinded those who looked too closely, leaving the moth alone in smoking ruin—a phantom husk offering secrets and favors, so that they may ignite and inspire a new audience, forever evolving to new beginnings.
The moment in front of them seemed inconsequential now, like nothing they did would hurt them more than what they could do to themselves. But that was within Sorsa's control, and the power was intoxicating.
The ice that rolled in the center of Aster's drink reminded her of the moon, leaving her disoriented if she squinted at the detail. As she lifted it to her lips, she almost dropped it as she watched moving silhouettes vanish—A reminder of darker times. It was a trick of the spirits, as the illusion only held through the liquid, and once nerves were settled it seemed all the more appealing to sip. The trauma was only a taste as fires burned brighter, with the shadows drenching faces until they were twisted; of blurred leather and copper. The smell of peat and blood clogged her nostrils as the thunder of her mortality seized and beat her heart, tearing it between two beings of hammered flight and frozen panic; an animal and one who is lost. Damu whispered through the cedar trees and the grain of the bar as Aster's hands stuck with sap, and she knew It was rising behind her, heralded by the mad dance of bonfire and baying murderers. A hand clasped hers, shifting to new and wonderous tortures of meat and wild with each heartbeat, and the eclipse of horns that knew no pattern. She wouldn't look at the mask leaning in over her shoulder, right on the edge of sentience.
Tears cleared her vision, but not the feeling of dirt that suffocated her throat and nose. Coughing relieved the punch of alcohol, and the illusion. As her vision swept across the party, the shared fate was revealed in baleful flashes of an invisible fire: Wayland, Victor, the oracle Benjamin Murphy, the Twilit Page, and many Knights. Most were not all that surprising: the She-Wolf and Bloody Mary, of course. Nimbus gave her pause, and...Solomon?
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Post by Blaze on Nov 20, 2021 15:21:16 GMT -8
Bored of sitting alone at the speakeasy like a loser who got stood up by a date, Blaze instead moved to the space where they served the more... exciting drinks. The changelings manning these positions were unknown to her, but approaching the unknown was very much in keeping with Autumn's theme. She'd be remiss to abstain on such an evening.
The Elemental listened to all the mixtures' descriptions, each sounding more arcane than the last, but it wasn't hard to make a choice. The vodka shot seemed innocuous enough in an almost enticing way, its allure made even stronger by knowing there's more to the story.
"Space Jam, please."
She sits at the bar, remembering that drinking in morose silence is best reserved for Winter rituals, she tries to engage the Moth and the aloof-looking Beast.
"Did the choices live up to the promise?" she asks, trying to appear friendly.
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Post by Krakenbox on Nov 21, 2021 23:13:18 GMT -8
Blaze wasn't sure whether she pinched the silver lime wedge into the shot, or sucked on it afterwards like tequila. Watching the tiny dust motes delicately drift from the rind craters into the elixir, she removed the floating fixture to rest it on the counter and finding it stayed put. Shooting back the blue, orange-tasting vodka that felt ice cold going down, the vision burst across her sight like blood rushing from the head.
A fate determined: Scaled hands gripped the hair of a decapitated head, while the other hand was given a key.
A fate yet to be decided: a moth caught in a web, struggling as a spider spun a cocoon. As the spider bites to liquify its prey, the image splits. The moth emerges with a new splendid pattern, ethereal as the spider fails to snatch at a ghost, while the rest of its trapped, long-dead prey emerges to the same freedom; another the moth remains dormant, feeding the predator only to see the spider wither from its poison and drop from the web, leaving other wriggling insects free and yet to be wrapped.
A fate for myself: the demonic hand of the Ifrit extends towards an arrow and a sewing needle. The flames are quenched, igniting as it hovers closer to the arrow, with the sound of the enemy at the gates. The injured look on, waiting to see if they are to be defended or the task handed to another. Peace is a path to be scouted, but will the trail be here, or through an Ivory gate?
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Post by Riley Sorsa on Nov 22, 2021 10:28:23 GMT -8
Riley took a sharp breath inward letting the effects of the shot work their way through their body. They breathed slowly, letting the nightmare go, the envy and fear pulled from them like poison from a wound.
It was hard to make out Riley's expression beneath the blind mask. But a mischievous smile grew across their black-painted lips.
"Wow, that's a hell of a drink," Riley said to the bartender. Not knowing fear...was quite a new experience.
"While I am at it, throw me The Fool."
Riley looked to Blaze and Aster, who joined them at the bar.
"Evenin'," the darkling offered with a smile.
"Yeah, they pack a punch" was their response to Blaze. Then, their attention shifted to the beast, which was still wet from the pool.
"I don't recognize you. Riley. I think. Sometimes I don't know if that's my name any more. Or perhaps if it wont be...its very-" The rambling halted for a moment as Darkling remembered themselves, quickly the oath breaker offers a hand in greeting.
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Post by Aster Blau on Nov 22, 2021 11:14:58 GMT -8
Terror.
That was the best way to describe the expression upon Aster's face, as her mouth dropped becoming partially agape and pupils dilated in response to the mounting fear the Beast was experience. She breathed heavy as she looked down to her hand in horror as another grasped hers, pulling her into a vision portraying the dance of flesh and blood.
Then it was over and the Serpent's eyes, glistening with her tears tore across the crowds, landing on the faces in turn and committing them to memory, looking each likely an holding some in her sights for a bit longer than may have been comfortable. The drink had done its work and Aster knew she was not alone. She would pursue them in time, but, for now, a strange woman was speaking to her and Aster felt it would be impolite to ignore her. Aster did not have a gift for warm conversation, but the whole point of coming to Samhain was to make contacts in the greater Freehold.
Aster's eyes finally fell on the Flameborn as she mused over an answer, even as the Oathbreaker approached to afford greetings to them both.
"It did exactly what I was told it would do," Aster answered, "Nothing more, nothing less."
"Aster. Of the Spear," she offers as Riley begins introductions, taking their hand with some reluctance. Aster holds the Moth in her gaze for a long moment before speaking again, "And I know your name, Riley Sorsa. From Litha."
Riley's and Dani's 'duel' had occurred in front of the Freehold on the stadium's floor - with disastrous results. It was one such event that had convinced the Serpent to finally leave behind her Long Rest and become more active.
The Moth's choice of the Fool was met with raised brows from Aster, bearing a look of surprise.
"You want to be invisible," she states, referencing the effects of the fruits. Should they eat all three, Riley would not be recognized. It would grant them a momentary peace, "That's... understandable. I'm sure I wanted something similar in days past."
Aster's tone had began as icy, but... eased as she came to an understanding of Riley's potential desire. It seemed the Beast would be coolly cordial, if guarded, unless given reason not to be.
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Post by Krakenbox on Nov 22, 2021 20:39:05 GMT -8
The bartender was a little more excited to test his new research than the other drinks. He listened to Riley introduce themselves to Aster intently as he poured the drink on the counter. As the moth cracked one of the green goblin fruits like raw candy, the Venombite felt the snap resonate in her mind; flaking away the memory of the Twilight Dancer's name, where words no longer connected to their face.
The captivating Darkling was an Oathbreaker of some unfortunate fame, but for the life of them Aster nor Blaze wouldn't be able to voice their name.
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Post by Blaze on Nov 25, 2021 14:24:04 GMT -8
Drinking that shot was like having your eyes replaced with that of a fly - the fates showing simultanously on each facet, layering over each other and interacting in ways hard to describe or comprehend by the human mind. Small wonder alcohol was chosen as the vector - Blaze strongly suspected that if the brain wasn't dulled by the percentage, it'd short-circuit from any of the drinks. And although the Ifrit considered herself used to the strong stuff, she inhaled sharply as if she swallowed a whole ice cube.
The Torrent listens to Aster and the other person's brief exchange - the Moth surely had a name, maybe even one Blaze knew, but it escaped every time she thought she had it. Must've been the Fool working as advertised.
"Blaze. Of the Arrow." she mimics the Beast's introduction "You're the mechanic, right? Word is you're a handy repairwoman."
The Elemental tries to engage the reserved, serpentine-like Summer even as she tries to keep the Moth in her sights as well, including them in the overall discussion. Name or no name, the Spring had a reputation, but not all of Blaze's drinking companions were exactly stellar or innocent over the years, so her standards are low as it is.
"That Daisy Chain thing looks tempting..."
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Post by Riley Sorsa on Nov 30, 2021 9:20:17 GMT -8
"Anonymity has its advantages. Sometimes it is nice not to be you" Riley nods.
The darkling took note of the serpent's mention of days past and their own desire to be invisible.
"Sometimes, I find doing things for my past self to be cathartic. It's nice to meet you, Aster"
The effects of the Fool were subtle, of course, and not hearing your name was one thing; not being recalled was another. The darkling looked to the bartender.
"And how is it workin' your little experiment? I'll take another just to be safe."
The oathbreaker raised a shot glass to Blaze and gave a wicked smile. "Evenin' Blaze"
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Post by Krakenbox on Nov 30, 2021 10:54:09 GMT -8
At Riley's prompt, the bartender lifted his mask to take a better assessment. Stephen Callahan was a walking paradox, with an almost sickly like pallor to how pale he was and calla lilies blooming from his hair and splits in his skin. His eyes has a sort of grey sheen to them, as if he were a beautified corpse, but as lively and charming as ever as the Flowering squinted with genuine interest at the Moth. "Well, my recall is rock solid, so that's fun," he laughed, glancing at the notes he was taking behind the bar to review Riley's physical description and re-attach the moniker to the severed connection in his memory. It was a novel experience for a Witness of the Eternal Echoes to lose track of a detail, even by magic of his own design. "I'll tap something once you're done, if you don't mind," he muttered, reminding the lot of how Gavin Graves gets when he's locked onto something. Sliding a new martini, this one lacked the Fruit garnish. Callahan gestured helpfully to the remaining two on Riley's pick of their current drink.
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Post by Aster Blau on Dec 1, 2021 0:43:11 GMT -8
Aster's eyes shifted to the Ifrit, granting a slight smile as her chosen hobby is mentioned.
"I am. Not certified or nothing, but people come around now and then if they got a problem and not a lot of money," she said, "It's... a good way to remind myself I'm not just a breaker."
At the mention of the Daisy Chain, the Beast's smile widened.
"Useful for gathering a little intel, no?" she asked, though her tone suggested Aster was teasing the Arrow rather than questioning her intent. Aster had little to hide and what was the harm in proving she did not mean the gathered ill will? "Why not? I'll take it with you, Blaze."
As the stylish darkling bit into their fruit, a flash of irritation slid across Aster's features momentarily, the Moth's name becoming lost to her. Then a glance to the fruit in their glass caused a revelation that the Fool was merely working as advertised and Aster's features again relaxed.
"When it lasts," Aster quips following the statement of anonymity's advantages, "Enjoy it, Moth. Here's to hoping you can rest. For tonight at least."
Was Aster prickly? A little. However, at least she had made an effort to be friendly. She doubted most would be as kind to the Darkling, at least while others could recognize them. Still, the concept of the drink caused Aster to muse over how the Freehold would react if the Moth ate the remaining fruit. How would people react to seeing an Oathbreaker they did not recognize at all within one of the Freehold's hollows? Or would the drink twist the Wyrd to grant them a brief reprieve?
The Serpent presumed the focus of the bartender was on the Moth and thus she did little to engage him beyond offering a smile and nursing the remnants of her own beverage. The experience of Kingdom's Key left her hesitant to explore the other drinks, though she had already signified her willingness to undertake the Daisy Chain with Blaze. A vision of peace would be welcome following the Terror she had endured.
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Post by Blaze on Dec 2, 2021 16:01:25 GMT -8
"Nobody is just anything." She answers the Beast "People have a lot of masks. A lot of true faces, too. Honne and tatemae I think it's called in Japan. But eh, the attractions of Samhain don't include me giving a poor excuse for a lecture. I'm a breaker too, after all, just prefer to avoid close encounters."
That was about as much as she was willing to dive into her life unprompted. Not even just because of Winter's brand of secrecy - but looking like you're pouring your heart out to strangers barely two drinks in is a violation of a bar etiquette, she thinks. To dilute it a bit she smiles back at the Moth, although it was getting harder and harder to recall any details about this person.
"Right" Blaze replies to Aster's tease with the kind of stone face that could make one question if she's just playing along with the joke or if it has completely flown past her "So. Let's."
She motions to the bartender and asks him for a Daisy Chain for her and Aster.
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Post by Riley Sorsa on Dec 2, 2021 16:09:59 GMT -8
Riley raised an eyebrow at the bartender's notes and gave him a sly smile from behind their blind mask. "Tap something, huh? Sure, I'll check at the end of the night. Thanks for the drinks."
Riley lightly picked up p their next drink before looking at Aster and Blaze.
"Thank you Aster, I get my kicks where I can. Hopefully, tonight will be a break. "
They paused for a moment, glanced at their glass, then looked to the two women with a smile of a trouble maker.
"You two have a good night, have some fun. Maybe face some fears. I will leave you two to it, no need for my presence here. " They suggested in a flirtatious tone.
"Adieu," then they sip their cocktail. Taking their time not to rush it but savior it both its flavors, power, and effect on those around them.
As the moth becomes less memorable and fades from memory of the other Lost, Riley makes their way into the crowd, sipping the drink.
They had work to do.
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