A city that never sleeps
The world isn't as it seems, and New Yorkers certainly know that well. While the element Asterium is not widely understood, those in the city's underground know better. For millenia, humans have known of this energy. They called those born with it in their bones changelings and mutants. Legends have told of werewolves and vampires for centuries. Those who can harness it became witches and warlocks. All they know now is that some things are better kept secret, and where else can you hide a secret better than New York City?
NEW YORK TIMES
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CURRENT PLOT
We are currently starting up, and trialing some of the groups right now! There will be an upcoming plot in regards to some city shenanigans soon, but for now, we're simply fixing up the kinks and establishing roles/groups/characters. Feel free to join us! The community and the lore is still being built, and we're always open to new suggestions.
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Looking For Mr. Good Bar (Atten. Hywel) OPEN
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Aug 10, 2020 14:18:47 GMT
Post by stormaf on Aug 10, 2020 14:18:47 GMT
Dakhan
The vampire was on a mission that neither Hunter nor McRorie relished going on. For Hunter the hurt was still too raw. McRorie felt that Hunter had been wronged. Dakhan was the only one left that could be sent out to find Hywel at his bar. While he'd heard his friends' side of the story, in his long unlife, he'd come to realize that often there were many sides to a story and none of them were wrong.
Just that morning, Hunter had found another tote of books at the front door of her store. She'd had Akiahr bring them in because he was the only one who didn't get the creeps from them. He also lifted them as if they weighed nothing at all. As soon as Hunter had dug them out, she'd groaned.
"God damn it all," she'd lamented, "Not these again!"
Her two volunteer workers turned to look at her quizzically. Only McRorie recognized what she had in her hands.
"What are ye going to do with these now?" He'd asked.
Tears welled in Hunter's eyes, but she brushed them away on her sleeve.
"I'll give them to Hywel, I guess. I sure don't want to meet up with his sister again."
"Well, don't be botherin' me to go and get him," McRorie muttered, "he's too busy hiding."
Hunter shot him a look, "He has his reasons."
McRorie gave a huff and turned back to shelving books.
Akiahr volunteered to go and get Hywel, but Hunter worried in what shape the man would be in when Akiahr returned with him. Hunter was about to bite the bullet and go herself when Dakhan closed the door to his storage area and walked into the book store. All eyes turned to him.
"What?" He asked, clearly a bit unnerved.
"Can you go to the Gilded Hand and tell its boss Hywel, that I've got more of these books for him, please?" Hunter pleaded.
So, here he was, entering a bar to ask for its manager. He walked up to the concierge and got the man's attention. Dakhan really didn't look old enough to come into an establishment like this without being carded. He came prepared when the concierge asked him his age. Dakhan flipped open his wallet and presented his ID. It said that he was twenty one, which made him legal. The fact that he was actually a few thousand years old was a moot point in this day and age.
"Could you please tell your boss, Hywel, that someone from "The First Page" needs to speak to him?"
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Aug 15, 2020 15:51:07 GMT
Post by achromatic on Aug 15, 2020 15:51:07 GMT
The man at the front desk seemed suspicious at first. What was with all these people looking for his boss all of a sudden? The man barely looked young, the type of young that meant he was barely old enough to even drink in public. He knew that Hywel batted for the same team–well, most of their staff knew, considering how he was on a daily basis–but this man didn't seem like some angry lover or anything.
From a bookstore? His boss didn't exactly seem that type either. Still, who was he to reject a potential patron? Not to mention the gossip they'd have after...well, happy hour was going on and he was sure Hywel wouldn't mind.
He gave a small smile to Dakhan that seemed to be more rooted in curiosity than politeness and gestured towards the bar. "He's near the back, corner couch, you'll see him when you're there," he offered. If this guy knew his boss, he'd probably find him; the owner was charismatic enough to stand out, at least. "It's currently happy hour until eight, all drinks are buy one get one free."
It was loud, the evening patrons laughing and talking brightly, all socialising amongst one another as if they were all good friends. It made sense that most of the customers were design type folk who worked in the arts district and knew one another, but then again, it was well known that the owner of the bar often joined in on the festivities and the chatting, especially when the alcohol flowed freely.
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Aug 15, 2020 19:10:04 GMT
Post by stormaf on Aug 15, 2020 19:10:04 GMT
Dakhan
Dakhan didn't know Hywel from a post, but he figured that he might be able to figure things out, or at the least ask someone.
"Thank you," he said and he left the front desk to make his way through the crowd.
This was definitely an upscale club. Khan had been in some of the best clubs in the world, like Surrender in Vegas and the Billionaire Mansion in Dubai. The Gilded Hand wasn't quite in their league, but it was a very nice place to drink and socialize.
He followed the bar along until it ended at the back wall and from there the vampire surveyed the crowd. Several of the patrons were busily and very noticeably eyeing him back. There were fluttering eyelashes from both males and females. Khan gave them a small smile which only served to make them more interested.
Khan spotted someone who seemed to be holding court in a corner couch. That must be Hywel, he thought to himself. Excusing himself every two feet, he wended his way through the patrons and finally made it to Hywel's couch. Patiently he waited until the man looked his way.
"Hywel?" Dakhan asked. He needed to raise his voice some to be heard over the music and chatter. "I have a message for you."
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Post by achromatic on Aug 18, 2020 9:59:30 GMT
The bar was always full of people he enjoyed the company of. Hywel wouldn't say he had a lot of friends, but he certainly had a lot of acquaintances he enjoyed the presence of. They were lovely people really, the kind he could joke around and have a couple rounds of shots with. Today in particular, he was simply with another couple who he had befriended in some party in his apartment building; they sort of did that kind of thing now and then.
He was on his third glass of wine, chuckling at a story the man was telling about how he had nearly fallen into the river one night after one too many drinks. The man was already feeling a little tipsy, relaxed and amused at the stories people had. He didn't quite notice the man standing by him at all; people were always around, and he had made it a point to not be distracted by the going-ons of the bar when he was off duty.
However, when the man said his name, he quickly looked up, furrowing his brow when the man who had spoken was one he couldn't exactly recognise. He wasn't going to lie and say that he had a great memory–anyone who knew him knew that his memory was practically shot these days–but he was sure if there was someone looking for him in his own bar, he'd at least recognise him. He didn't exactly give out his occupation to every guy he met, and certainly not when it could affect his business in a detrimental way.
This was probably not one of the people he had a fling with, and frankly, he looked a bit young for that too. "Who are you again?" he frowned, "have we met before?"
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Aug 18, 2020 15:06:11 GMT
Post by stormaf on Aug 18, 2020 15:06:11 GMT
Dakhan
The vampire looked Hywel over. He was a nice looking man. It was understandable that Hunter was feeling a bit upset about the break up of their friendship. He'd not got the whole story yet. McRorie wouldn't tell him saying that it was Hunter's tale to tell and Hunter herself hadn't got past it far enough that she could talk about it freely.
"No, we haven't met before," Dakhan said, "I'm new in town."
One of the patrons sidled up behind him and tried to get his attention. She touched his arm and smiled at him.
"Are you free?" She asked with a sexy smile.
"Not tonight," he answered, "But I can probably fit you in tomorrow if you like."
The woman gave him a startled look and moved away.
He turned back to Hywel.
"My name is Dakhan Bardias. Hunter from the book store sent me. Apparently she's got more of those books you're interested in."
He studied the crowd with interest. He'd done his job. Now he could play, if that was in the cards.
"I presume I've got to go to the bar to get a drink?" He asked in an offhand manner.
The dim lights accented his eastern features and gave his hair shiny highlights. He looked gorgeous. And available.
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Aug 24, 2020 13:43:17 GMT
Post by achromatic on Aug 24, 2020 13:43:17 GMT
New in town? How strange. Hywel didn't feel like he was the kind of person to seem inviting to strangers, but he supposed that he had never been one to turn someone away when it came to having a drink. He did have a reputation as a bit of a party animal, after all, but even if he was recognisable as the owner of the establishment, he didn't get approached all that often.
Then the man mentioned why he was there and Hywel's raised brow turned to a frown. Oh. Hunter. He hadn't heard the name in weeks, and he had made it a point to forget it; it wasn't safe to stay around people with too much going on, after all. The books huh? On one hand, they were always useful to whatever Rhiannon was doing...yet, it was really none of his business. Perhaps he'd bring it up to his sister tonight, but he wasn't going to be the one to go there, especially when he knew the girl was probably upset at him.
He didn't really want to deal with that–or just emotions in general–anytime tonight.
The man however, seemed to be at ease in the bar, already having a little flirt with some other lady at a nearby table. Hywel wasn't impolite, after all.
"All right, thanks for the heads up," he mused, before glancing to the bar. "Yeh, tell Tony over there that Hywel sent you. If you like something sweet, get the bubbling pot, if you like something strong, get the smokey old fashioned."
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Aug 24, 2020 18:51:31 GMT
Post by stormaf on Aug 24, 2020 18:51:31 GMT
Dakhan
It would be nice to have a drink and watch the goings on, Khan thought.
"Thank you," he replied with a slight smile, "I might just do that."
He started to turn to leave when something came to him.
"Excuse me," he interrupted Hywel's chat, "I understand that you and Hunter had a disagreement a while ago. If you do not want to come and get the books, I'm sure that one of us could deliver them wherever you wish.
"I'm generally free for that sort of thing."
He searched in his pocket for a wallet and withdrew a business card. It read "Bardias Antiques and Art" and a phone number. This he handed to Hywel.
"Call me," he continued.
Khan headed for the bar, where he ordered a red wine. He sat on a bar stool and entertained himself with people watching. Maybe there was a donor in one of these partiers?
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Aug 25, 2020 14:11:25 GMT
Post by achromatic on Aug 25, 2020 14:11:25 GMT
He frowned. It was true, that he wasn't exactly rooting to see the mutt and the other girl. Well, frankly he was sure the dog was bound to fight him the moment he came around, even if the creature knew nothing of who–or what–he was. Still, the books might be useful. He knew that Rhiannon had immediately found something interesting in them; she had left the middle of the afternoon and she had been gone for two days, seeking what she had claimed was an old alchemist friend of hers.
He knew nothing of what that meant, but hey, he wasn't his sister's keeper. Or at least, not anymore.
Still, he took the card from the man's hand, glancing at the writing. Bardias Antiques and Art huh? He had never heard of the place, but then again, he wasn't exactly looking for antiques right now either. He didn't know whether to trust this guy to deliver or not.
He hesitated, continuing to pretend he was listening to the conversation he was having with the others, before making a quick excuse.
"So how did you end up as the delivery boy?" he mused, slipping to the bar and giving Tony a wave as the man nodded, grabbing another glass for Hywel.
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Aug 26, 2020 13:56:32 GMT
Post by stormaf on Aug 26, 2020 13:56:32 GMT
Dakhan
The vampire sipped his wine and watched as Hywel came up to the bar. He expected this. Curiosity was one thing most creatures had in spades. Leave enough loose ends and you were bound to catch somebody.
"Me?" Khan answered, "I needed a place to stay and somewhere to set up my business. Mrs. Wittershall suggested I check out Hunter's place, since it's huge and it has the extra space for my shop. We're sort of like a commune, I guess."
He gave Hywel a small smile.
"McRorie's pissed at you. Hunter's afraid that you hate her and that she's going to break out into tears just seeing you. Our third employee is, let's say, a little unreliable and I walked into the book store at the right time."
He shrugged.
"Or wrong time. Depends on how things go. I know New York fairly well, but my information is, let's say, a little dated."
Khan leaned back on the bar with an elbow.
"You've got my story," he said, "Now do I get yours or do I remain in the dark? And what the hell is going on with these Bel bedamned books? They seem more trouble than they're worth.
"They're creepy to the touch, but I can read most of them."
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Sept 3, 2020 16:17:01 GMT
Post by achromatic on Sept 3, 2020 16:17:01 GMT
He frowned, taking a sip from his drink. That, he predicted. Obviously, what had to be done had to be done, and like it or not, he didn't want to get involved again, lest Rhiannon actually pitched a fit this time. It wasn't hard to cut people out after living as long as he did and meeting as many people as he had met, but still, it didn't do him any favours when someone was upset at him.
It wasn't Hunter's fault really, but it wasn't his place to meddle. He had meddled in enough things in the past, and that only ever got him into trouble. Only a fool would keep poking a bear in the mouth.
"What can I say? I just own this bar and I suppose since you all already know, my sister happens to be a witch," he shrugged nonchalantly. Lies by omission were easy enough to tell.
He frowned at the mention of the books. "Guessing you're not human then?" he sighed, "doubt anyone living, or well, normal have the need to learn how to read ancient Cyrillic or whatnot."
Those books werecreepy, and he honestly didn't know what to do with them, but then again, Rhiannon had taken charge over that. He need not worry about it, or at least that's what she said.
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Sept 5, 2020 19:43:53 GMT
Post by stormaf on Sept 5, 2020 19:43:53 GMT
Dakhan
The vampire watched the bubbles in his wine for a second. Hywel wasn't telling him everything, but that was to be expected. Neither was he. There were some things others didn't need to know. Especially the fact that Dakhan was probably around before Cyrillic was invented. That thought gave him a smile. He looked back up at Hywel.
"I might just be a history buff. Not that we history buffs are normal by any means," Khan gave him a tiny smile.
"I've studied many ancient languages and societies. Just how 'human' I am depends a lot on others."
He sipped his wine.
"Some of us hide what we are for various reasons that are ours alone and no one else's business. I'd have to say that you're about as 'normal' as I am.
"Those books are not for the general public and, well, a couple of them are evil incarnate. They have no place hanging around a bookstore. Why they keep turning up is a mystery."
He gave Hywel a quizzical look and continued, "It could be that someone is using Hunter to get to you and your sister. That is far from Hunter's fault and it is all yours. She says that they started showing up just after she met you."
Heaving a short sigh, Khan finished the rest of his wine and parked the glass on the bar top.
"I've done my duty and now it's up to you to get the books. I can bring them, even though they itch like fleas, but I won't bring them here. There's too much that can go wrong and two of these new books are not for the faint of heart.
Khan stood up.
"You have my card," he said with a slight inclination of his head, "Call me. Even if you don't want the books."
He gave Hywel a quick wink and headed for the door.
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Sept 27, 2020 14:48:43 GMT
Post by achromatic on Sept 27, 2020 14:48:43 GMT
Hywel scowled at the other man's accusation. "Oh yeah?" he snorted, rolling his eyes, "oh so you're going to blame me for some books that show up at your little girlfriend's place just because she crashed into me once? Seriously, ever heard of 'correlation doesn't mean causation?' How the fuck does any of this have to do with me?" He looked irritated now; he never asked to crash into some random girl who, right now was causing him more trouble than it was worth.
She was a nice girl and he wished her well but at this moment, he was less than fond of this entire situation. Whatever was going on, he wanted out of it really. Was it too much to ask, to just be able to chill here and handle his life like a normal person for once? He supposed it might be.
He frowned as the man got up, glancing down to the card he had, contemplating whether to actually do so or not. Well, he'd go home and ask Rhiannon about it–whether any of the books were even relevant–before anything.
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Sept 27, 2020 16:28:21 GMT
Post by stormaf on Sept 27, 2020 16:28:21 GMT
Dakhan
As he made his way to the door, Khan heard Hywel's outburst and smiled. Then he came back to stand near the man again.
"I think someone else saw what happened with you and Hunter," he said calmly, "I'm not blaming you or your sister. Perhaps I've been a tad short with you?"
He looked deeply into Hywel's eyes, trying to suss the man out. He knew that Hywel wasn't human. He also could figure out that Hywel was gay. He wasn't sure exactly what the man was supernaturally, but that didn't matter.
"I believe we can lay this whole business, except for that chance meeting, directly on the doorstep of someone who knows of you and your sister and wants to make your life incredibly difficult. Maybe they want you dead. Or maybe not. They might even wish to help. I don't know.
"I think you and Hunter have been pulled into this not by accident and we've got to find out who's doing this and what's going on."
He flicked the card still in Hywel's hand, like a tease.
"Keep the card," he advised, "Maybe you'll need it?"
Again, he headed for the door, only to stop again. Without turning around, he called out softly, "Bring the kitten. McRorie misses him terribly."
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