Something Wicked this way Comes

[Zaer "The Lion" Grants]

Moving down the stairs to the Main floor of the Aurora... He had to smile. The man trying to show him the card was extremely surprised when he didn't look at a single one and just answered his question. Telepathy was amazing. So he found himself walking down in his trademark hood with a smile. A smile that meant he was looking for a good time.

He knew there was no fighting here but that didn't stop him from sizing up his potential opponents. Nothing ever stopped him from doing that. So moving with a purpose he found his way to the bar. Sitting in a chair he looked at the guy behind the bar and smiled.

"Can I get 3 straight shots of your best Whiskey?" He said with a grin. He hated the taste of the shit but he had to otherwise some people got weary. So thinking about something else he grimaced and slammed all three shots. The warm feeling was welcome but Not something he wanted to feel all the time.

It was going to be a good night.

[Eithne]

The little invisible Thistle clung to Eithne's hair, twisting knots and tugging furiously with her little hands, butterfly wings flapping rapidly behind her out of anxiety. Eithne ignored the creature perched on her left shoulder, as usual, and worked her small frame through the crowd of people standing in line to get into the club. Eithne wasn't sure of the age limit for the club but she was an adult of 19 years and no one was going to keep her out of her own rights. Thistle tugged at her hair like reigns, wanting to stop her from getting into any trouble, but Eithne paid it no attention and still weaved through the masses of bodies.

Eithne was getting closer to the door, and she wondered if she could glamour herself so well that she could turn invisible and walk right through the door without anyone noticing. Of course, she had only partly discovered the reality of the 'Realm' a couple months ago, and her powers were still at an amateur level. With a hint of a smile, she glamoured herself taller, thinner, with more curve and bone structure before walking toward the door. The man looked her over and the pixie girl grinned. She wished inside her mind that the man would allow her through the large entry-way, and he did with no question. Beneath her hair, Thistle loosened her grip and slapped at Eithne's neck with a patter of her eraser-sized hands. Eithne chuckled as she entered the club, and her glamour vanished back to it's normal, comfortable amount.

Her clothes weren't really the style fit for this particular club, but all she really wanted was the pumping music, the wave of bodies, and the sweet taste of alchohol. Feeling almost self-concious, Eithne glamoured her clothes quickly into a short, ripped jeaned skirt, striped leggings, and a black mesh top, with a striped bra to match her leggings underneath. The great thing about glamour was that you could look any way you wanted, any way you could imagine. You could have everything. But, for a fairy, it was never enough. Eithne soon learned that after having spent a few weeks in the Realm.

Without an I.D. on her, and as she wasn't sure of the drinking age, Eithne picked up a quarter sitting on a table-top and glamoured it into an I.D. saying she was 21. Some of the clubs were now fastening themselves more of the American style, and it was better safe than sorry. As she reached the bar, the hair on the back of her neck stood, and the peaceful Thistle pinched her. Eithne wanted to swat at her, but didn't want others to notice her insanity. She looked to her right and noticed a man, blonde hair, and just a bit taller than her. Though, she didn't look him over full on, just a little out of the corner of her eye. The bartender came forward, and she snapped out of her trance, and handed the man the 'I.D.' and ordered a shot of vodka. Having grown up with humans, she didn't like the sweet taste of wine as other fairy folk did. She liked liquor, and not on the rocks either. Her human Irish family had taught her better than that. The bartender gave her a skeptical look, but handed her the shot none the less. After tossing her head back and dousing the drink, she slammed the glass back onto the table and laughed heartily. Thislte began to quiver beneath her hair, staring at the man who was next to her, but Eithne paid no attention and ordered another drink.

[Zaer "The Lion" Grants]

Looking around the Bar he wondered how many of these people where actually human. He would have to guess that not many of them could pass for human if the right eyes where looking at them and with a smile he pulled himself into a stool. The warm feeling in his stomach was still there and it was starting to make him wish he hadn't taken the shots...

Scanning the Crowd he wondered if there was anyone out there for him. Anyone that would have anything to do with a sociopathic Nephilim that wanted nothing more then to break people. He had to wonder if anyone would ever want him again. However much he changed he just wanted to be loved again.

Finally noticing that his inner voices where spilling over he squashed the thoughts with his Iron Self Control. Nothing like good old Discipline to get rid of the voices. He couldn't help but notice as a Girl walked in no older then 19 and shifted... Changed her looks and what she was wearing to match. Keeping a close eye on her he grinned as he watched her change the Quarter into an ID and also knew by reading the Bartenders mind that he wasn't buying it. Yet he gave her the Drink anyway. Odd.

Watching her out of the corner of her eye he caught a glimpse of something rustling around in her locks. Smiling when she downed the shot and laughed he wondered how much she could pack away before passing out. It would be interesting to watch as she ordered another drink.

[Eithne]

Eithne was on her third drink already, tipping her head back with a hint of laughter each time she shot the firey liquid down her throat to warm her stomach. Beneath her hair, Thistle tugged at Eithne's earlobe trying to whisper in that bird-like voice. Eithne had to toss her hair over her ears, shaking it wildly, so that no one could possibly see the tiny barbie-sized hands clawing their way through her hair and skin. And, she wanted Thistle to simmer down. The small creature was always so wound up, always anxious and paranoid about something. Of course, Thistle was raised as a solitary fey, with no protection from the dark or the light. Thislte was always the small one, being tormented and bullied. Growing up in Ireland, Eithne always knew Thislte, and thought her to be an imaginary friend. That was before she knew of her true form and the Realm. Eithne took care of Thislte, and as much as Eithne hated to admit it, Thisle took care of her too.

The DJ turned the bass up on the music, and before Eithne realised it, her foot was tapping to the beat and she could feel the vibrations through her skin. Music was something that the Fairy Folk found irresistable, and that happened to be one umistakeable trait she held to her pixie origin. On her neck, she could feel the stamping of Thistle's little feet, also moving in time to the music. Eithne giggled aloud, an unmistakably fairy gesture that warmed anyone's heart, and had to keep herself from twisting around in her stool to race off to the dance floor.

Next to her, Eithne could feel the man's eyes upon her, though only for a moment. There was a negative energy around him, her Fairy senses told her that much. And for a moment, she felt the hair along the back of her neck stand, and she shivered with goose bumps. There was a dark aura around him, nothing at all to do with magic and the Realm, but something more sinister. She had heard of people like this, but had never encountered it before. It was the opposite of her light-hearted and trickster demeaner. As a Fairy, she found pleasure in tormenting others, but in a playful sort of way. The energy she felt from this man felt like something of destruction. Thistle noticed Eithne's observation, as she always did, and bit her neck wth her sharp litte rat-like teeth.

"OW!" Eithne stammered and stopped herself from slapping the back of her neck as if a misquito had bitten her. This snapped her from her thoughts and her light mood instantly faltered.

With revenge for Thislte in mind, Eithne turned toward the man, twisting on her stool seductively with a playful grin spread along her full lips.

"Hello." The sound came out more as a blunt statement, rather than an introduction.

[Shoftiel]

Sofiel was under the guise of a human though those that could see though it would have seen her four wings and the white hair that was so natural to God’s judge. The bartender alerted her and she in turn watched the pair those knowing eyes simply watched the mixed breed the fallen and human child with curious eyes those eyes then turned on the Pixi with a quirked brow she then laughed. Stepping over to the girl she offered her hand. “May I see your ID?”

Without even seeing it she then questioned. “How old are you really dear fey.” It would have been possible for the pixi to see her true form without her shifting from the human one. “The legal drinking age here is eighteen. Not twenty one, and as a matter of fact not many humans get in here so this is a sanctuary to those that aren’t so as they say normal. You are very welcome here. And the drinks, are usually on the house. But you can tip the bartenders anything that you please gold, diamonds, paper.”

She collected a pitcher of water and a glass and pouring from the pitcher was wine though inside it remained water. “We all have our talents.”

[Zaer "The Lion" Grants]

Zaer watched the girl drink and it amazed him. How could anyone want to stomach so much of that vile swil. It ade him want to wretch everytime he even so much as smelled it. He smiled his own little wicked smile when she started to tap her feet to the music. Well someone had a thing for the Beat. Nothing wrong with that.

Then she came up to him and said hello. Interesting. Not many people actually walked up to him first... The way he held himself usually did that. "Hello." He said leaving the statement in the air. But he did turn to look at her as what he was sure was an angel came waltzing across the bar. They always carried themselves higher and Mightier then the rest.

Feeling the Emotion and gleaning some information off the thoughts of the girl he smiled and stood up. "I am sure she is old enough. If I had to take any guess that was just a precautionary measure... A just in case." He said as he watched her pour the water into wine. Nothing Special... Really.

[Eithne]

The light-hearted emotion Eithne had earlier dispersed in fading waves as the woman who she presumed to be a waitress or bartender came forward in such a high fashion. Eithne observed the woman, who truely wasn't a woman but something else. Eithne wasn't sure until she saw four large wings barely visible protruding from her back. An angel.

The angel smiled, and asked Eithne for an I.D. Without even havng pulled the quarter out of her pocket, mid transformation, the ange had already guessed what age she had placed upon it and started explaining the reason for the club's existance. Sanctuary to those who arent normal? At that, Eithne cringed and bit down on her lower lip. She was normal, just not humanly normal. Then something occured to her. The people here weren't human, at least not all of them. The majority of the people in the club were different and under disguise. Of course, they weren't under the same transformation as she was. They had a natural born talent to hide themselves. Eithne used fairy magic, glamour, to hide what she was. And glamour didn't work well against anything outside of the human world and Fairy Realm. Anything to do with angels or devils could probably see through her guise easily. Though, she was unsure of halfbreeds.

This made the pixie feel a surge of insecurity. She looked down at her shoes, studying the multi-coloured laces on her tattered converse. A voice interupted her thoughts, and it was the man that she had said 'hello' to. He was defending her, yet somehow it seemed preculiar. It was as if he could read her mind. The man was guessing the exact reason for her having changed her ID. Wait, it was odd that they knew she had changed it in the first place. What kind of place was this exactly. Eithne raised her eyebrows at the man, an astonshed gleam hidden in her eyes.

"That's..exactly it." She said to the woman, yet was looking at the man disbelievingly.

For the moment, Eithne had forgotten about Thislte. The small fey was hiding beneath her hair, trying to keep from being noticed. She nibbled absent-mindedly on the collar of Eithne's mesh top. Eithne could feel the creature rustling and moving around, but she kept her eyes on the peculiar pair in front of her, not trusting her face.

[Shoftiel]

“I am sure she is...” Sofiel would not use the many words that his kind had been called over the centuries not at all instead she smiled to him softly. “I was just saying this place was made into a sanctuary when there were hunts to kill those that weren’t like the humans. There are still those that hunt those that aren’t human, Fey hunters were squished I believe in the medieval times but you can never be certain when someone will get it into his or her head that they should hunt creatures thought to be in their imagination.”

She chuckled softly “There were hunters that sought all kinds of beings even I was once imprisoned. These walls are meant to keep us safe from the eyes of man when we don’t feel safe in their world. Don’t worry when you are in these walls I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Bowing her head she took her wine and moved away from them however she did eye the half-breed knowingly.

[Zaer "The Lion" Grants]

Zaer watched the Fey. It was odd. She almost seemed to Realize what he had done... Although he had tried to be a little bit careful in how he said it. Well no harm no foul. Looking at the Angel he wondered what she thought of him... A fallen spawn... She must not have thought much good things the way she acted. Watching her leave he wondered.

"I was once hunted. It turned out bad for all involved. As you can tell I survived... They didn't so much." He said as he turned back to the bar. Looking at the Fey he wondered if she needed another drink. Looking to the bartender he ordered two shots and smiled.

"Don't worry I did read your mind. One of my most Precious gifts." He said before taking the shot. he just wanted to get it all out in the open.