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?
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Delrowe
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Post by Delrowe on Jul 3, 2020 15:50:39 GMT
It was one of those days in New York City where everything matched the gloomy state of the sky. Clouds were casting their anger onto the people below as they scrambled to get under cover when the rain began to pour, the loud claps of thunder rolled and shook the whole city, and everything seemed to be bathed in a mute grey. Nestled in between much larger shops on either side was a small art studio. It was only slightly larger than a generous walk-in closet. Various art pieces hung on the wall, most of them paintings. Most were light-hearted, simple pieces that catered to the general public. In a corner in the back of the room resided her more mature artwork that displayed rather disturbing imagery of demons, vampires, death, and gore. If only the humans knew how real each of her subjects were. Olivia Dunbar was operating her one-woman shop today, where she sold her work and took commissions and projects from locals. Her mood copied that of the weather, and she hoped no one would push her buttons today. She was standing at the stove, waiting for her porridge to finish heating up. She sipped on some tea as she mindlessly wandered about the room, the warm beverage complimenting the pitter-patter of rain against her windows. Finally, Olivia poured her warm cereal into a bowl and set next her inspiration scrap book to be cooled. She flipped through the pages, tilting her head from side-to-side at each musing graphic either taped or glued to the sheets. It was such a quiet day and she hoped it would stay that way. She couldn't be bothered to put on a facade and pretend to care about anything other than her clients' money. Just as she took a big bite of her steaming porridge, she heard the little bell that signaled that someone had just entered the shop. Shit, that was hot! Olivia fanned her mouth as she tried swallowing the food quickly. She finally got it down, burning her throat as she did so before calling out to the person. "Hello! Give me just a moment and I'll be right with you," She said, grabbing her tea and washing down the bite of food completely. She gently pushed the swinging door to return to the front "lobby" of the shop and gave the stranger a convincing smile. "Sorry about that, what can I do for you?" Olivia asked, brushing her hands against her stained apron. |
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Post by stormaf on Jul 3, 2020 19:53:51 GMT
Akiahr
The Zaraii was getting desperate to avoid crowds. He was attracting far too much attention for his own good. His height and rather magnetic looks were a hinderance and he had a few females who simply didn't get the message when he ignored them. His last ditch effort came when he ducked inside what looked like some sort of art shop. Quickly he spun and held the door to prevent two of his more eager tag-alongs from following him in.
At the shop keeper's words, he turned to give her a rather exasperated expression, keeping his back pressed to the door.
"I am sorry," he apologized, "But I believe that I need to hide."
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Delrowe
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Post by Delrowe on Jul 3, 2020 22:30:56 GMT
An eyebrow quirked upwards at the sight of Akiahr. He was...different. Not human, for sure. She didn't recognize his scent and it was off from her common clientele. What could he possibly be hiding from in the middle of the day? This thought was coming from a vampire. If he wanted to hang out and stay away from people, then that was fine by her. As long he didn't get in her way of her work. Olivia sighed and walked over to the coffee machine to start it. Did his kind like coffee? She didn't know but, why not? She turned back to him and crossed her arms,
"May I ask what you're hiding from?" She asked, her gaze wandering across his form, trying to figure out what he was. Olivia had prided herself on knowing her lore, knowing all the beasts that roamed the streets. It was not often she was stumped.
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Post by stormaf on Jul 4, 2020 2:23:40 GMT
Akiahr
At over seven feet tall, and with his extreme looks, Akiahr did not seem the type to want to hide from others. In fact, he was used to standing out, but a little attention went a long way and these human females were getting to him. At the shop keeper's words, he straightened up and assumed his usual aristocratic manner.
"I do not hide," he announced.
When the women at the door started knocking on the glass, he shot a quick glance over his shoulder.
"I am getting rather tired of this. Apparently many females here have too much time on their hands."
He was beginning to wish that he'd never been sent on this mission to procure trading partners here. While the ride in the animal shipping container had been restful at least, the hectic pace of this city was, well, hectic and the females?
Being the constant center of attention was a pain in the nether regions. His hackles were beginning to raise.
"Does this door lock?" His nearly jet colored eyes followed the shopkeeper's every move. "I need a break from this."
He moved away from the door slightly, but kept one long fingered hand on the glass to keep it shut. This female seemed thankfully immune to whatever was causing the others to bother him. It was refreshing, to say the least, and she was reacting more like the females at home.
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Delrowe
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Post by Delrowe on Jul 4, 2020 16:05:19 GMT
The corner of her mouth twitched upwards into a smirk for just a second before she let it fall away once more. It amused her slightly at how foreign he seemed - someone obviously not used to the crowds of New York. She shifted her weight and with her arms still crossed, she stared him down for a few moments as he watched the women surrounding her shop, trying to get a feel for the kind of person he was.
"Ayy, you were the one who said you were hiding out, pal," Olivia retorted, furrowing her brows at him. This could be a good business opportunity for her. Could she put a price on this handsome man? She sighed once again, dropping her arms to her sides as she walked towards the front door. Would she exploit this poor, confused person? No, she couldn't quite do that. She didn't know what he was, but she didn't mind helping him. His mention of women not leaving him alone piqued her curiosity and she couldn't help but analyze him. He was good-looking. His smooth skin, his athletic physique, his voice. Everything was attractive to her but Olivia just wasn't that kind of woman to fret over a man.
She nodded her head in response to the door locking as she reached past him to turn the dead bolt and flip the open sign over to closed. She then side stepped to the two windows on either side of the door and pulled the blinds. She couldn't help but notice his strange hands. They looked strong and almost predator-like in appearance. Hopefully this wouldn't be a mistake but Olivia could handle herself just fine. The red-headed vampire turned back to him before motioning to the coffee.
"Do you like coffee? Or perhaps you're interested in purchasing some artwork?" The second question was more of a joke, and she dramatically show cased one of her pieces like those women on game shows displaying a prize.
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Post by stormaf on Jul 4, 2020 19:21:53 GMT
Akiahr
Akiahr slowly relaxed enough to corral his thoughts. He'd said hide? He must have been flustered. As soon as she had locked the door, he dropped his hand to his side. He must make quite a picture, he thought, what with wearing yoga pants and this soggy t-shirt. He was generally clad in less than that. His hair dripped rainwater onto his shoulders. He felt a bit like a half drowned and rather tired rat.
"I apologize for my confusion," he commented, "This has been an unusual day for me."
Taking a moment to scrutinize his whereabouts, he decided to take a closer look at what was on the walls. The Zaraii strode to the closest wall and examined a painting, for once keeping his hands to himself. He knew better than that. When he was a child, he'd been taken into a store similar to this one and he'd touched one of the works. He'd been whipped upon his return to the stable.
"If coffee is a drink, I would very much appreciate some."
He'd actually had nothing to drink since the park fountain incident and he'd eaten some flowers in the back of a flower shop earlier. These hadn't gone down well with the hotdogs he'd pinched from the street vendor. What he wouldn't give for actual food!
Akiahr made a circuit of the room and examined the various pieces on display, aware at all times of the female watching him. He halted for a moment and simply closed his eyes with a sigh. It was quiet here, with the rain pattering down outside. The thunder rumbled and a flash of lightning sheeted the sky.
The smell of paint permeated the room. He could also make out the aroma of some sort of cereal. Everything was an undercurrent to the coffee odor coming from the machine. Slowly he reopened his eyes. A little water ran down his cheek and dripped from his chin. His hair was really wet but instead of getting slicked down, it stuck out at all angles and hung in his eyes.
"Is there a place that I may sit down, or may I sit on your floor?" He asked.
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Delrowe
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Post by Delrowe on Jul 7, 2020 3:11:01 GMT
"No need to apologize. Is there someone ye need call or...can I help ye with anything?" She asked, furrowing her brows. He was acting so peculiar. Was something chasing him? Was he in trouble? She shook her head as he spoke up about the coffee. Did he really not know what coffee was?
"Uhh, yes, it is a drink. Here ye go," Olivia said, holding out the cup, "Careful, it's hot," she felt the need to add that before he took the cup from her. After all, he had never had it before.
It was almost endearing, how innocent and clueless he seemed.
At seeing how soaking wet he was, Olivia disappeared into the back room for just a second before coming back with a small hand towel, and a large hoodie. It was her brothers that she kept here for him but this guy needed it more at the moment. When she returned, she caught him examining some of her work. She held them out for him to take with a small smile on her face. The vampire was reluctantly kind, but she couldn't help it. Especially this poor guy. He seemed distraught and lost.
"Here. This is the biggest towel I have here and this is my brother's but ye can use it if you want to get out of that wet shirt. I don't have any pants for ye so, sorry about that," she offered, her Scottish accent shining through the more she talked. With smaller sentences, it wasn't so noticeable. She was pulled out of her thoughts once again when he asked about seating. She bit the inside of her lip for a moment before grabbing a large cloth tarp and spreading it out on the floor. She could have invited him in the back room with chairs but she barely knew this guy, so they could sit in the floor. She plopped down and patted the tarp in front of her. It had paint stains all over it but they were dry.
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Post by stormaf on Jul 7, 2020 13:49:39 GMT
Akiahr
The Zaraii took the coffee carefully. It was obvious that his hands were incredibly different from normal human ones. The nails, although short, were strong looking and pointed like claws. The coffee tasted wonderful and warmed his insides nicely. He managed to down the whole cup before she came out with a hoodie that was still too small for someone his size, and a really big bath towel.
Akiahr handed her the cup and took the items from her with a nod.
"Thank you," he stated.
He dropped the hoodie to the floor and then pulled the soggy t-shirt over his head revealing a well muscled and ripped torso, every muscle showing a life of hard work. From his cut abs to his broad shoulders, he was as perfectly built as a creature could be. The Zaraii first attended to his hair, rubbing as much of the rain out as possible. His long and thick mop stuck out every which way. When he turned to move out of the way as she laid out the tarp, a dark, tapering ridge of hair could be seen running from his hair to come to a point slightly below his shoulder blades.
As he sunk to a crosslegged sit on the tarp, he wondered if escaping from the warehouse had been really worth it. He hadn't thought of anything other than getting away and enjoying himself, but so far he hadn't done too much of that. Certainly, he'd found out that most of the inhabitants of this place had never run into his kind before. However, he had left several changes of clothing back in the crate and a brush as well, something he was coming to regret more and more as time went on. Still, he felt that there was much more to this place than he'd experienced so far and was more than willing to give things time. He draped the towel over his shoulders and decided to tell his benefactor a little about himself.
"As you can probably tell, I'm not a local," he purred.
"My name is Akiahr. I am a Zaraii. I have never experienced this," he gestured towards the front of the store and the city outside.
"I've only been here a couple of days and I know no one. I have nothing with me but what you see."
He thought about telling her more and bit at his lip. His discomposure allowed care to slip a little and when he did so a large canine tooth showed slightly. With a heavy sigh that showed that he had reached an important decision, he began a short version of events so far.
"I was shipped here by the Matriarch to seal a trade deal between my species and yours. I woke up in a warehouse on a dock. I left."
He picked thoughtfully at the towel and looked down at the tarp.
"I have been exploring your alleys. I had no idea that individuals here could be so curious and somewhat unable to handle what I am."
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