Coworkers Of A Kind [Elgar/Open]

[Rainier "Oz" Schiffer]

"Another round, kind sir!"

One pale, ungloved hand set down the glass, brown and warped with age and poor quality, stirring up a gentle tinkling as it knocked sides with three other identical glasses resting on the polished counter top. It was beginning to get to the point where the bartender would make him use the same glass over and over, lest they wanted to run out in the middle of the night.

The two other patrons fixed the blonde man with a strange look, and Rainier turned over his shoulder to only smile at them. Muttering to one another, they avoided his gaze and turned back to what they were doing, whatever it was poor men in hidey-hole taverns did to amuse themselves.

The telltale rustling of the bartender in front of him drew Rainier's gaze again, and the balding man lifted only a single eyebrow as he gazed down at what appeared to be a completely sober countenance.

"Not seen the likes of you before."

Deliberately misinterpreting the statement, a quirk of Rain's lips met his answer as he tapped a finger on one of the older glasses. "High alcohol tolerance."

The bartender rolled his eyes and set about preparing him another vodka and peach schnapps, or as Rainier called it under his breath, silk panties. If nothing else, the man certainly knew his cocktails.

Shifting the wine-red traveling cloak to fall further down his shoulders, absentmindedly ghosting his fingers over the black (this time) ribbon tying his hair in a loose ponytail, Rainier leaned down on one elbow as he glanced again to the door of the tavern. He had a foreboding feeling about this night, and the unfamiliar specter of misgivings stealing down his neck brought another chill that nearly set him to shaking.

More alcohol.

WORDS! 300
STATUS! Complete~
TAGS! Elgar! And anyone else?
NOTES! Heh heh. silk panties.
INSPIRATION! Take Me To The Riot - Stars
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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[Elgar Estmorrod]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/f0uus9.jpg); border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 5px solid #101010; padding: 10px;] [style=width:360px; height:185px; background-color:#101010; border-top:5px solid #101010;][/style][style=line-height:3px; width:360px; border-bottom:10px solid #101010; height:6px; font-size:35px; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; color:#F83E3F; text-shadow:#000000 2px 1px 1px; letter-spacing:-2px]❧ feel free to die,[/style][style=width:360px; border-top:1px dotted #F83E3F; border-bottom: 1px dotted #F83E3F; font-family:terminal; font-size:10px; color:#69644f; background-color:#202020; letter-spacing: 1]WHEN YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH[/style][style=width: 350px;background-color: 101010; color: 4d4a3d; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; text-indent: 50px; text-align: justify;]Hours. . . Hours have passed since a cloaked man in black sat in the corner of this tavern. The man was sure that the bartender had not even noticed his presence when entering and such has not even said a word to the man as he sat with his gaze upon who ever entered the bar. Elgar's fingers were curled together gently in patience, waiting for his informant to arrive. He would arrive at anytime during the day and such Elgar would have to wait . . . Surprisingly, Elgar had enough patience to do so, which is why his informant accepts payment from this Assassin. It had been many hours since Elgar had set his mind on his information, he was ready to wait the whole day if necessary. However . . "Another round, kind sir!" A voice rang out in the room, causing Elgar's head to rise slightly. He had seen this man enter the bar . . . not soon after he had entered, the man assumed he had left some time ago. But he was still here, drinking one glass after another. An eyebrow raised behind his hood, "High alcohol tolerance." The light voice spoke in the darkness. Elgar had not met such a tolerant man in many of time, this would be an interesting encounter. Slowly Elgar stood up and shifted his body out of the shadows, revealing himself. He ignored the looks of either surprise or fear from the other drinkers and sat down beside the blonde. "A tequila." He waved his fingers in the air, signaling two cups. The bartender knew Elgar from the many times he's been with his informant. With a small cough of respect, the man slid Elgar two medium glasses of pure liquor in which the assassin slid the blonde one of the two. "Greetings, my friend." [/style] [style=line-height:3px; width:360px; border-bottom:10px solid #101010; height:6px; font-size:35px; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; color:#F83E3F; text-shadow:#000000 2px 1px 1px; letter-spacing:-2px]❧ taste the blood[/style][style=width:360px; border-top:1px dotted #F83E3F; border-bottom: 1px dotted #F83E3F; font-family:terminal; font-size:10px; color:#69644f; background-color:#202020; letter-spacing: 1]TEMPLATE BY TSU BEAR OF OTE. MUSIC BY SHAWN MCPHERSON.[/style][style=width: 335px;background-color: 101010; color: 4d4a3d; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 25px; text-align: left; padding-justify:40px;]TAGS: NOTES:[/style]

[Rainier "Oz" Schiffer]

Rainier quirked but a single eyebrow at the amber glass of tequila that appeared beside his elbow, looking up only to see... a man with a cloaked face and an aura that the broker recognized as similar to his own.

As such, when addressed as "friend", he adjusted his position by swinging his leg across the stool, thereby uncrossing his crossed ankles and widening the angle of his thighs. The result: a quick edit of his body language so as to be as "open" as he could appear to be.

Pale fingers ghosted appreciatively over the glass of liquor purchased for him, as a low smirk spread across his face. "A skillful choice," he remarked, still not looking up at his companion, eyes having been drawn back to the glass resting on the bar. "But then again." he fell to remedying, a slight twitch of his eyebrows to be noted, "one such as you is taught to be precise and deliberate, isn't that right? Friend."

A bluff, most likely, but chilly blue eyes glittered pensively nonetheless as he tipped his head back, holding the glass to his lips and relishing the slow burn of the liquor sliding down his throat. Half the glass was quickly drained before he replaced it where it had sat previously, having neglected to down it completely only for courtesy's sake.

"If your goal was to drink me under the table, I'm afraid you'll be sorely disappointed," he trilled lightly, with almost the hint of a purr to his voice. "However, it's definitely a pleasure." He reached out with one white hand, proffering it to be shaken as a sign of amiability. "Oz. And you are?"

WORDS! 300 (again!)
STATUS! complete~
TAGS! Elgar
NOTES! Alcohol or manners... Alcohol or manners... Alcohol!
INSPIRATION! This Place Is A Prison - The Postal Service
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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[Akira Valice]

[atrb=border,0,true] COME INSIDE AND DON'T BE AFRAID Of this impressive mess I've made

[atrb=style,border-top: 8px solid #212121; border-bottom: 8px solid #212121; border-left: 3px solid #400000; border-right: 3px solid #400000;][bg=212121][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top]     Yeah that was the last time she was hanging around kids and not allowed to kill them. Suddenly what burst from the door? A child...holding what appeared to be a jacket and a red top. He stopped in the middle of the room, like a deer in headlights as he ran towards the bartender and hoped on one of the stoods without managing to fall off. "Hey mister! Hide this!" He dropped the red fabric on the other side of the counter before the bartender could respond as the kid tried to bolt to another place of the bar before the door swung open, quite viciously at that. The bartender was furious. "Excuse m--" His jaw dropped. Not only was it a lady that almost broke the hinges from the door, but she was furious. But on top of that, she was wearing nothing on top. Her chest was fully visible to anyone who looked at her general direction. "You..." Her anger was clear in her voice as the boy bolted, but apparently anger got the better of him as Akira was faster, snatching the boy up and dangling him in front of her, her eyes narrowed to slits, as a dark growl emitted from her throat. "Give it to me." She spoke, the boy nearly in tears at the air the woman gave off. It wasn't only that...but black wings were sprouted behind her on either side, stretched. This frightened others, but her anger was so concentrated on that boy, that no one felt threatened...though they feared the boy's safety. "H-Here!" He spoke, giving her the jacket as Akira took the jacket and dropped him in one movement. The wings folded back as the woman placed her jacket back on. "Wait what the hell where's the top?" Akira glared at the boy who went scampering off. While this entire scene was going on, a silver snake slithered up the stood next to Rainer and perched herself on the said stool. "Give me something strong dahling. I haven't had the alcohol in quite some time and I could use a sip." The bartender heard her but was still in shock from the...still half naked lady since her jacket was too...small to hide her...assets. He needed to register that while he was getting her drink. When he was done, it finally register to him after a 'thank you dahling' that he just served a snake. "Yo!" Akira called out to no one in general but definitely for for people in the bar. "Anyone seen a red tube top? I kind of need that unless I go around half naked outside." Blunt and never shameful. that was definitely Akira.

words:: idk ♠ tagged:: Akira/Rainer ♠ notes :: Oh god what the hell template by synchronicity

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[Elgar Estmorrod]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/f0uus9.jpg); border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 5px solid #101010; padding: 10px;] [style=width:360px; height:185px; background-color:#101010; border-top:5px solid #101010;][/style][style=line-height:3px; width:360px; border-bottom:10px solid #101010; height:6px; font-size:35px; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; color:#F83E3F; text-shadow:#000000 2px 1px 1px; letter-spacing:-2px]❧ feel free to die,[/style][style=width:360px; border-top:1px dotted #F83E3F; border-bottom: 1px dotted #F83E3F; font-family:terminal; font-size:10px; color:#69644f; background-color:#202020; letter-spacing: 1]WHEN YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH[/style][style=width: 350px;background-color: 101010; color: 4d4a3d; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; text-indent: 50px; text-align: justify;]Elgar chuckled lightly as the man began to suspect him. A intelligent thing to do indeed, but in this circumstance it was for naught. This assassin has no quarrel nor mark on this pale man, it was but his curiosity on a strong drinker. "Indeed I have been taught as much." he agreed for a moment before adding on. "However such things are not need in this situation." He did to calm the man down of any suspicion that was wrongfully accused. The older man watched as the younger downed half of the glass in an instant, an eyebrow raised behind his hood. "Impressive" He thought to himself before downing his own with a slight grimace. But the younger man spoke once more, this time with a tone of voice that slightly warmer than before. A small smirk came across Elgar's face as he grasped the man's hand with a fine grip. "A pleasure indeed." He agreed but paused when he was asked his name. "Hawk is a name that many have given me." His real name would have to remain hidden to most of the world, it was something he was very much used to. Suddenly, a young woman came into the bar . . . With her whole upper half revealed to the men inside the bar. At one time, when Elgar was young and restless he would have taken his opportunity to get close to this girl. However Elgar no longer cared for bodily lust nearly as much as he had before. Instead he just wondered why a woman would easily do such a thing, unless she was looking for attention for his aspects. "Anyone seen a red tube top? I kind of need that unless I go around half naked outside." The man sighed and got up, slipping his red sash from around his waist. It had both length and width, it would easily cover her breasts from the males in the room. He reached her and put out his hand with the sash in it. "You may use this for the time being before you find a replacement so that the animals here may not gape at you like wild game." He told her with a matter of fact tone of voice, however he said it loud enough for the rest of the men in the bar to hear as well. "I expect this to be returned to me as soon as possible young lady." [/style] [style=line-height:3px; width:360px; border-bottom:10px solid #101010; height:6px; font-size:35px; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; color:#F83E3F; text-shadow:#000000 2px 1px 1px; letter-spacing:-2px]❧ taste the blood[/style][style=width:360px; border-top:1px dotted #F83E3F; border-bottom: 1px dotted #F83E3F; font-family:terminal; font-size:10px; color:#69644f; background-color:#202020; letter-spacing: 1]TEMPLATE BY TSU BEAR OF OTE. MUSIC BY SHAWN MCPHERSON.[/style][style=width: 335px;background-color: 101010; color: 4d4a3d; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 25px; text-align: left; padding-justify:40px;]TAGS: NOTES:[/style]

[Rainier "Oz" Schiffer]

After a long moment, Rainier withdrew his fingers from the grip and, suiting to Hawk's earlier motion, gripped and lifted his glass of tequila in a mock-toast, hen tipped it back to down the remaining half neatly.

The empty glass was added to his collection with a similar light tinkling noise, and Rainier inclined his head a smidge in response to an earlier statement of Hawk's. "I'm glad there's no need for that. Though I gather "Hawk" isn't your choice alias?"

Though suddenly as an automatic, knee-jerk reaction, the blond whirled to face the doorway as it burst open, admitting... a youth certainly nowhere near old enough to partake in such "antiquated" rituals as the consumption of alcohol. Quick as a jackrabbit, he handed off a red piece of fabric to the bartender, hefting another larger segment of black with him as he fled again, away from the door as it crashed open a second time.

Rainier merely cocked his head to one side in abstract interest at the appearance of the... scantily-clad woman, full of murderous intent. At her appearance, the hairs on the back of his neck rose, but he bore that occurrence no outward mind, instead propping one hand underneath his chin as he simply watched the goings-on.

The sentient snake that curled up on the seat beside him earned nothing more than a sharp look, the 'sharpness' stemming from the immediate realization (assumption?) that such a creature was either magical in nature or magically tainted. Rather than acknowledge her presence, he ignored her and watched the woman.

Her jacket retrieved, Rainier stood to offer his cloak as replacement for the shirt (it wasn't his business to ruin the fun by telling her where it was, after all), but Hawk beat him to it, loosening the sash from his outfit to present to her.

"Let's make that another round," "Oz" said, turning to face the bartender, who looked bewildered to say the least. "Three - no, make that four," he corrected himself tersely, "chimayó cocktails. You know how to make those, I hope?"

The man nodded mutely and reached under the counter for a small container of blackcurrant liqueur and a larger jug of apple cider.

Unequivocally the best part about the autumnal season, the blond thought to himself, as he flashed a smile to the (winged) woman. "You look as if you have a story to tell," he said lightly. "While you're here, after all..."

WORDS! 436
STATUS! Complete!
TAGS! "Hawk" and Akira
NOTES! AND MORE ALCOHOL
INSPIRATION! Soul Meets Body - Death Cab for Cutie
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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[Akira Valice]

[atrb=border,0,true] COME INSIDE AND DON'T BE AFRAID Of this impressive mess I've made

[atrb=style,border-top: 8px solid #212121; border-bottom: 8px solid #212121; border-left: 3px solid #400000; border-right: 3px solid #400000;][bg=212121][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top]     A man stood and her interests were immediately perked. Elgar wasn't a normal, everyday person - his clothes gave him away. the air around him, even his scent...there was definitely something with this man. And Akira liked it. He was such a nice man too, offering his sash. "Got it. I ain't into stealing, 'specially from a gentlemen." If Akira was girly, she would have giggled, but instead, she smirked. then she noticed Cleo with a glass as she had just gotten her entire jaw around the glass (even if it did break, Cleo wasn't 'alive' so it wouldn't kill nor hurt her much) and flipped her head so the entire contents went inside of her as she placed the glass back, slipping her jaw from the glass. She started to wrap the sash around her chest so she was no longer exposed, though on her jacket since it was just a hassle to take it back off and putting it back on. She started to walk towards Rainier and Cleo and realized there was something going on with the other too. She assumed Elgar would follow (since he didn't want it stolen after all). Rainier then spoke about hearing her story. "Kids.They...wanted a piggy back ride but they just kind of ganged up on me and took my clothes. Good thing the guards weren't around - hate to deal with the head of this place." Scara had told her what kind of man Kuja was when they met and...Akira wouldn't want to meet him, especially if Vento sensed magical prowess from him. "I just decided to chase'em. Cuz well...killing the kids would have been...messy." Yes she did just indicate she'd be totally okay killing children. Cleo stared at her in disbelief. She then ignored the situation and ordered another drink as the bar tender gave Rainier what he wanted. He eyed the snake and decided he already served the snake, he might as well serve her again.

words:: idk ♠ tagged:: Elgar/Rainer ♠ notes :: Oh kids. template by synchronicity

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[Elgar Estmorrod]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/f0uus9.jpg); border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 5px solid #101010; padding: 10px;] [style=width:360px; height:185px; background-color:#101010; border-top:5px solid #101010;][/style][style=line-height:3px; width:360px; border-bottom:10px solid #101010; height:6px; font-size:35px; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; color:#F83E3F; text-shadow:#000000 2px 1px 1px; letter-spacing:-2px]❧ feel free to die,[/style][style=width:360px; border-top:1px dotted #F83E3F; border-bottom: 1px dotted #F83E3F; font-family:terminal; font-size:10px; color:#69644f; background-color:#202020; letter-spacing: 1]WHEN YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH[/style][style=width: 350px;background-color: 101010; color: 4d4a3d; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; text-indent: 50px; text-align: justify;]The woman spoke and Elgar gave a slight bow in appreciation of being called a gentleman. It had been some time since he had been called such a thing and it brought back some nostalgia of his past. But this was not the time to reminiscence as he himself had brought attention to himself to a small group of people. It was his duty to entertain them until they left the bar or he himself had to leave. As he made his way back to his seat and the woman used his sash to cover her self, he turned back to the man called Oz. Elgar had of course, heard the statement before hand and decided to now respond. "You are correct yet not, my friend." He responded simply with a smile, wondering if the man could find the meaning of his words as Elgar turned to the woman as she spoke of her story. Children were of course the basis of it as of what had happened only a few moments ago. He nodded at the last of her words, although he disliked it he had once before had to end the life of a young one. The age of only fourteen, the death had been quick and painless but it was indeed a mess. "Now that we know the story behind your appearance of you in this hold." He began as she finished. "Why not tell of your being in Alexandria?" He questioned with both hands clasped under his chin. Finding an ally or a new source of information was always welcomed in Elgar's world, his concealed eyes wondered what this woman could give. [/style] [style=line-height:3px; width:360px; border-bottom:10px solid #101010; height:6px; font-size:35px; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; color:#F83E3F; text-shadow:#000000 2px 1px 1px; letter-spacing:-2px]❧ taste the blood[/style][style=width:360px; border-top:1px dotted #F83E3F; border-bottom: 1px dotted #F83E3F; font-family:terminal; font-size:10px; color:#69644f; background-color:#202020; letter-spacing: 1]TEMPLATE BY TSU BEAR OF OTE. MUSIC BY SHAWN MCPHERSON.[/style][style=width: 335px;background-color: 101010; color: 4d4a3d; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 25px; text-align: left; padding-justify:40px;]TAGS: NOTES:[/style]