Zacharia
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Post by Zacharia on Nov 14, 2006 13:05:14 GMT -5
OOC: Tech first, then open to whoever.
They were an odd site to see. A demon, claw marks across his chest and a cyborg walking into the bar/restaurant. It had been an interesting battle, both having caused each other a fair amount of damage, and there they were, sitting at the bar about to have drinks together. Zacharia was still curious why the Dark Flame spell had caused such a reaction in Tech, as well as impressed that he had fought through it. He would eventually ask why, but now was not the time. Now, it was about relaxing and adapting.
Zacharia's father was a battle-saturated warrior, his mother a caring, loving individual. How they had ever gotten together was beyond anyone. While His father filled his head with fighting techniques and war strategy, his mother softened his heart with her love. It caused many fights and much confusion on Zacharia's part. He still strove to be like his father, but it was more to prove himself than actual desire to emulate him. He had begun to dislike his father for never thinking he was good enough. That was why he was here. Once he had enough training and knowledge, he would return home and challenge his father. He would defeat him, and take his rightful place as the head of the army, and rid his mother of the oppressive demon.
The bar keep approached the two. "Ah, students from the Academy huh? I can tell. When you've been a bar tender as long as I have, you get to know things. What'll it be?"
Know things, huh? Well, let's see if you picked up a few languages in your many years of experience. Zacharia spoke in his native tongue, a demonic language that few outside of the realm he hailed from could speak. In that very language, he ordered a the demon form of ale. This was a weak beverage for demons, but near deadly for human consumption. A swig or two could kill a man, even the most hardcore bar hoppers. If they did manage to survive a drink, they wold pass out and sleep for the better part of a week, waking up with the feeling that an ogre was attempting to pry their head open with a sharp rock.
The bartender smiled and ducked under the counter. In common (English) he spoke. "It isn't too often we get someone to order this. I won't touch it myself. But, I hold onto it for guest such as yourself." The dark semi-translucent liquid was poured into a mug and handed to the boy. A few of the bar veterans' eyes widened as the boy took the mug and held it it to Tech. There were hushed tones all whispering about his choice of drink, as none of them would ever dare to order it.
Zacharia ignored them as he clicked glasses with Tech. "To a good battle. May you have many more." He drained the mug and placed it on the counter. The crowd let out a gasp, then a cheer and clapping. The bartender spoke to the crowd. "It seems as if we have someone who can take the Demon's Breath without any problems." Zacharia mused over the name. Humans have such an amusing way of doing things.
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Brandon (Tech)
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Post by Brandon (Tech) on Nov 14, 2006 14:57:01 GMT -5
Tech had ordered his own drink, a simple shot of whiskey, and had watched and listened to the many reactions regarding Zacharia's choice of drink. He had cheered him back with a respectful nod, he wasn't much of a combatant himself but he tried to keep his skills sharp. He downed his drink with Zachria and tried to ignore the outbursts from the other resisdents in the tavern. "So, Zacharia" He began, trying to start conversation. "Tell me bout yourself"
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Zacharia
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Post by Zacharia on Nov 15, 2006 10:13:55 GMT -5
The cheering at the bar was a bit over done in the demon's opinion. After all, the drink was nothing where he was from. Tech had asked him to talk about himself, which is something he wasn't expecting. He had always gotten conflicting stories about humans, one form his father and the army, and the other form his mother.
"Humans are a virus. They are weak individually, but together, they are a more formidable force. However, they are vile creatures that must be snuffed out!"
"Zacharia, you must listen to your heart. Every creature is different. You can't put a blanket over everyone of a group and believe them to all be the same. Humans can be cruel, and do horrible things. But, they can also be kind."
It turns out his mother might have been more accurate. He thought for a moment, and then decided to share with Tech. "My father is the high general for the demon army. I am here to learn as much as I can to become stronger than him to one day take his place. I was trained by my father in both spell work and sword style. The magic I use is a family technique passed down from generation to generation, and no other magic is like it.
Anyway, that is about it. What about you?" Zacharia left it at that. Right now, he didn't want to go into his growing dislike of his father, how the necklace he wore was a gift form his mother, or about his conflicting internal emotions. His mother and father had taught him two different ways of thinking, and it was driving him slowly insane. His face reflected his inner thoughts for a brief moment, but he quickly dismissed the expression. He didn't want to talk about those thing now, at this place, at this time.
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Brandon (Tech)
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Post by Brandon (Tech) on Nov 15, 2006 11:10:26 GMT -5
Tech had consumed a few more shots at this time, and the effects of mild intoxication were already becoming apparant. "Not a lot to tell here. Born into a family that didn't give a shit, only used me to gain some sort of sympathy in their buisness deals. Otherwise I lived with my uncle." He downed another shot, trying to drown out the unpleasant memories and failing. "The fuckers just didn't care!" He snorted at the next memory, before letting it leave him as words. "But they cared enouhg to make me move away when they realized I had potentiel to become smart." Another whiskey before he buried his face deep in his metallic palm. "They said I could never see uncle or Kel, ever again" He whispered, the pain obvious. He had not been drinking in a while, and he could feel that now.
He forced the pain away before he continued. "Anyway, the oldies placed me in some sort of high school for prodigies or some shit, thinking that I would be ´right at home´. Basically, I partied most of my time away until I had a bad trip, a very bad one. When I came back" He lifted his hands clumsily, barely avoiding knocking his glass over. "These were here."
He left out the raving agony he had felt, a torment as though his body and soul had been ripped asunder. He also left out the part with the SoG and what had happened when he had gone looking for his uncle and childhood friend. "Some tracer picked up on the disturbances I was causing and here I am" He flung his arms out to the side, knocking over his glass.
"So, you're the son of a big shot, huh? Mine are big shots too, bot not exactly the leaders of some masssive army, ready to exterminate their enemies on command" He ordered another shot, turning his attention away from Zacharia briefly. The alcohol was running through his blood, causing his brain to release the dopamin he had been lacking. There was a reason that he hadn't been drinking in a while, but he didn't want to think of that now
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Zacharia
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Post by Zacharia on Nov 15, 2006 12:22:15 GMT -5
Humans are very complex. Well, at least this one is. He is becoming intoxicated. I should try to get him back to the dorm before he breaks more than the glass. Zacharia had seen what happens when one indulged to much in drink. Many soldiers in his father's army had a habit of drinking far too much during resting periods. They became loud, angry, and destructive. The effects in the morning were both the pain of a hangover, and the wrath of the general.
"Tech, I think you should put the glass down. Let's get you back to the dorm." He was showing concern, but he didn't know why. He hadn't developed an attachment for Tech. It was more of a respect between warriors. At least, that was what he was telling himself. He took the glass from Tech, and laid some money down on the bar. "That should cover it." He grabbed Tech by the shoulder and guided him toward the door. We need to get out of here before he mouths off to some random patron.
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Brandon (Tech)
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Post by Brandon (Tech) on Nov 15, 2006 14:24:02 GMT -5
"Whoa, Whoa friend. The night's still young and so are we. Shouldn't we enjoy both our youth and the night while we stil can?" Tech made a halfheateted attempt to resist Zacharia, but decided to follow him. He was in no mood to resist now. Memories welled up from his past, flooding his mind in images he would rather forget.
"No, no, no no no nonononononono" He fought back against the memories, tightly holding his head in his hands, the metallic prosthetics covering his eyes. "Leave me alone, it's past, it's done, I can do nothing" But the images continued to fling themselves at him, ripping through his delicate mind. By the time he had taken the second step out of the bar his tears were already running, brought on by the memories of his losses
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Zacharia
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Post by Zacharia on Nov 16, 2006 10:03:50 GMT -5
Zacharia wasn't one for emotion. He only shared his feelings with his mother, and even then he had to be sure no one else was around. his father looked at emotion like it was some kind of weakness, and Zacharia hid all emotion save for the one that earned respect, which was rage during battle. There was only one other who he would share emotion with, but she had been missing for so long that Zacharia contemplated forgetting about her.
Rasha had been missing for a long time. Zacharia had played with her and her siblings when he was little. At that time, it wasn't a big deal that she was royalty and he was not. The demon princess had gotten his attention, and he had a crush on her from the day they met. However, she went missing, and Zacharia hadn't seen her since. It was the only time he ever cried, and his mother was the only one who knew about it. Tech's tears reminded him about his own troubles, both for his lost friend and his inner conflict about his father. He dismissed the thoughts, as he was in no way about to show weakness in front of someone he had just met.
He was also not used to consoling. "Tech, come on. We're almost back to the school. Where is your dorm?" He said it as gentle as possible. With the dorm's location, Zacharia helped him with the door, and got him to bed. "I'll see you later." With that, he left, more confused than before. The more I am here, the more I see how wrong my father is.
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Brandon (Tech)
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Post by Brandon (Tech) on Nov 16, 2006 10:39:05 GMT -5
"I'm sorry man" Tech managed to say, the tears streaming althoguh he had stopped crying "It just hurts, ya know?" Tech had not been drinking since the incident that robbed him of his life and his humanity, at least the physical one.
"Downstairs, turn left and up to the big metal door" He responded when Zacharia asked for directions. "Mek'll be up" They made it to the door and Tech fumbled with the lock for a few minutes before he finally got it open. He took a few steps in before he collapsed onto the couch and began snoring. A mechanically enhanced skull hovered inside, and greeted Zacharia with his eerie metallic voice. "Thank you for getting him home, I'll take care of it from here." The skull extended one the tools in it skull and drew a blanket over the all but comatose Tech.
"He almost never drinks" Mek explained "And its not hard to see why. Have a good night" Mek said before closing the door after Zacharia. Tech was already dreaming sweetly, back in the days of his childhood, with his uncle and Kel...
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Zacharia
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Post by Zacharia on Nov 18, 2006 7:25:21 GMT -5
Zacharia returned to the bar, confused thoughts and emotions running through his head. He sat down, ordering another pint of the ale only a demon could take. He was given the pint, but there were no shouts, no praise this time. The bar was still crowded, but few had taken notice of his re-entrance. The bartender had seen the look on his face, and thought it best not to salute him for his choice of ale this time.
Thanks to Tech's breakdown, Zacharia was now thinking about his own past. It had been five years since he had been home. He had taken most of that time searching the mortal realm for any sign of Rasha. He had told his mother he was enrolling in the academy, which was true. He just made no mention as to when. After five long years, he had given up, at least for the time being, thinking she might really be dead. During that time, he was consumed with thoughts of her, and how he had failed not only to tell her how he felt, but to protect her. If I had been there, she would still be alive.
He finished his pint,and asked for another. "Something troubling you friend? Care to talk about it?"
"No." The bartender knew when not to pry, especially when dealing with Zacharia's kind. Demons were not exactly known for having a good disposition. Some did, but you could never tell which ones were which.
Zacharia drained the glass, his head down, his eyes closed. He was speaking in his native language, allowing no one in the bar to understand a word. The bartender seemed to be the only one who understood the language, but he was too far away to hear him, flirting with a few girls at the other end of the bar.
"Rasha, I wish you were here. I miss you." If his father had heard him, there would be trouble. Affection was weakness in his father's eyes. However, he wasn't here and if he was, Zacharia wouldn't have cared. He had spent far too long being forced to hide how he felt, and he was free now to do as he pleased. What would please him right now would be another drink.
He ordered, and drained the pint almost as soon as it had arrived. He had a decent alcohol tolerance, but was considering testing it. He wanted to drown himself in drink, hoping to ease his pain. "I should have been there to protect you."
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Grey
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Post by Grey on Nov 18, 2006 10:48:44 GMT -5
Grey entered the bar, feeling gloomy. No matter how much he hated his long dead father, Grey had still inherited the working class tendency to alcoholism, and although it wouldn't damage his internal organs and brain anywhere near as much as his mortal counterparts, he still hated resembling his father in any way.
Grey had already fed before he came to the little establishment, an action based on past experiences. His thirst was bad enough when he was sober, but when he was drunk both his thirst and hunger were completely uncontrollable.
Grey walked to the bar-desk and sat himself next to another patron, one with horns extending from his forehead. It was nothing Grey had never seen before, but what did strike him was the tongue in which the person spoke. "Protect who?" Grey asked in English. The tongue the creature had spoken in was one that had been mastered by a few of his past opponents, now trapped inside his veins in eternal torment. Grey had never heard anyone else use it before, nor was he himself able to speak it, but his mind deciphered it without too much trouble.
Before the creature answered him Grey had turned to the bartender and addressed him, also in English. "Give me one of whatever he's having and a good, strong, Irish whiskey" Grey was not actually Irish, but it was the only part of his heritage he was proud off.
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Zacharia
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Post by Zacharia on Nov 18, 2006 11:22:04 GMT -5
Zacharia was surprised that there was someone else who spoke his language. But, he could tell the boy was no demon. In his own language, he spoke to the new addition to the bar. "I wouldn't order that if i were you. The whiskey should be fine, but the other is a bit... strong. Even if you can speak demon. As for what I was talking about, it is personal." His voice was of noble air, a little rude but not too much. He was in no mood to discuss his problems with a complete stranger.
He ordered another pint, and took a gulp, his eyes looking at the dark liquid in his glass. He was too focused on his past right now, the feeling of loss weighing heavy on his heart. He closed his eyes, and forgot his surroundings for a moment. He was back on that night they last shared in each other's company. The sky had been clear in the mortal realm, and the meteor shower had shown beautifully. She had been right there with him, and he hadn't the courage to tell her how he felt. Then, they parted ways, and she disappeared. When it was announced that she was dead, he was devastated. If only I had taken her home, this wouldn't have happened.
"Rasha, I'm sorry." Zacharia was speaking softly, almost a whisper. His mind on his past, and his heart was heavy with pain. He drained his forth ale, and ordered a fifth. He was beginning to feel a little buzzed, but was still coherent. Far to sober still. Maybe ten more pints and I'll fell good enough to go back to the dorm.
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Post by Grey on Nov 18, 2006 12:33:39 GMT -5
"I can understand it, but I can't speak it. And as for that drink, it was for you" Grey knocked back his whiskey, ordered another one and asked for the bottle to be left behind. One needed to drink a lot of alcohol to feel the effects when most of your vital organs had ceased to function.
Grey had downed half the bottle within minutes, and had begun humming quietly, the song his mother had always been singing to him when he was sad. ´The streets of London´, or whatever it was called. He poured himself another whiskey, a big one, and downed it, feeling the alcohol trail liquid fire down his throat. His ears had been more active than would could seem healthy, however. "Rasha? Pretty name" Somewhere, not to far beneath his concsiouss thoughts, he knew he was asking for trouble, but violence and alcohol were the only two things the eased the pain
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Zacharia
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Post by Zacharia on Nov 18, 2006 13:02:12 GMT -5
Without looking up, and still in his memory, he spoke. "Yeah... it is." Then he realized what was going on. His eyes shot open, then narrowed. "If you are attempting to pry, then I will warn you that my patients is not limitless." There was something unnatural about the one sitting next to him. Zacharia could feel his energy to some degree, but he couldn't place exactly what it was.
He drained the glass again before speaking. "I came here to be alone with my memories. If you continue to irritate me, then my pain will be yours. This is my only warning." He was definitely beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol. Here was a guy who came in here, showed concern for him, even bought him a drink, and here Zacharia was being hostile. Well, he was a demon, and he was thinking about one of the few things that had caused him pain. It was just bad timing.
He grabbed the glass the bartender laid before him, and drank about a third of it. He would pay for it, as he had difficulty accepting it from the stranger. He half considered apologizing, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Pain and anger were dominant now, and if Grey continued to push, he might quickly find himself starring down the end of the Vorpal Blade strapped to the young demons back.
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Grey
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Post by Grey on Nov 18, 2006 13:23:52 GMT -5
"Pain huh?" Grey tended to be aggressive, but he had taken after his Irish ancestors and was more calm when drunk than when sober, a lot more calm. "Please man, lay it on me. I got no places to be" Grey's intoxication had reached the point where the sharp tone in Zacharia's voice slipped by him. To him, Zacharia had warned him that there was an unpleasant story to tell, he had picked up no traces of violence.
"It always sucks when fate, the bastard, takes away those you care for, dunnit? Here" Grey handed him the whiskey bottle he was holding. "Take a swig of that. Nothing like Irish whiskey to drown the pain" Grey's mind and soul was scrubbed clean of pain, hatred and his immortal desires by the powerful spirits, leaving him peaceful and pleasant. "Give us another bottle of that" He said to the bartender, his demeanor friendly despite the commanding words. "I think we're gonna need a lot of it"
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Zacharia
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Post by Zacharia on Nov 20, 2006 14:55:27 GMT -5
[]iFate... yes...[/i] Those words halted Zacharia's rage for the moment, and he took the offered whiskey. It was different, but it had a nice taste to it. Zacharia had managed to calm down. Why was he letting his hear open? as it because his father hated when he did, or something more? Zacharia wasn't going to contemplate it now, as he would rather drown his pain. The alcohol had helped to loosen his grip on his feelings, and he was much more receptive now than even a few moments ago. He had taken to much too fast, and the drink caught up to him. Thanks to his demon blood, he had resistance enough to be coherent. But, he was still much more relaxed and open now.
"I lost someone, one of the only two people I really cared about. I saw her the night before she disappeared. Then I find out she died. If I find who is responsible... I should have been there. I should have stayed with her." His voice was dark, rage more evident than pain. He was angry with himself for fearing his father enough to rush home instead of staying with Rasha. "She is gone. I had tried to forget, but this drink does nothing to help."
He thought about the man who had taught him all about hate and anger, how emotions were for the weak. He was beginning to despise that man. I no longer wish to be your equal... I will become more than you ever hoped to be. He lifted the whiskey, a twisted smile on his face. "To you father... may you burn in the fire of your own creation." It was a metaphor. When Zacharia returned home, he would destroy the man who had tried to turn him into something he wasn't.
He still had no idea about the truth behind Rasha's disappearance.
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