Post by Gregor Farkas on Nov 25, 2012 11:52:24 GMT -5
When one looks to the night sky and sees the stars, one cannot help but marvel at their luminescence. A tiny blot of light in a tapestry of emptiness yet bright enough that the human eye can see it. So small and so plentiful that a child could reach to the heavens and grasp some in their hand; only to open it up and realize that they never captured them. Stars were one of the few, unknown aspects left in the world and still drew the same amount of wonder as they had when the ancients first beheld their blazing glory. Light can warm the imagination...but it can just as easily consume it.
These were the thoughts that played in Gregor's mind as the stars played before his eyes. It wasn't too late in the night that the streets were abandoned for there were still lights on in the local establishments and the faint sound of laughter rang about the town square. It reminded him of home in some ways, except it didn't smell the same and there'd be a woman on his lap. That aside, he was drawn to the lights of one particular establishment: Joker's Bar. It seemed to be the busiest near the square and that usually meant three important things. First, it would be easy to acquire information from a place like this either through small talk or just over-hearing other conversations. Gregor knew some of the past of this land; his elders hadn't sent him in blind, but he didn't know the recent events either. Second this could be a potential feeding ground; no one tended to miss someone that stayed in the bathroom too long.
And last, but certain not least, he believed that he might find another of his kind here. A feeding ground like this would be too good to pass up and if he found a kindred spirit, then that could be his ticket to the Castille. And he could play the waiting game for the further away from his masters, the more freedom he had so why squander it? He gripped the door-nob of the bar and was about to pull it open when a drunken couple spilled out onto the street. They didn't fit the bill for locals, as the man was tall and blond while the woman sported red hair and had an English accent. They didn't even seem to pay him any attention as the man picked up the woman and carried her off laughing into the night, but Gregor did take note of the wand that the man had.
Wands meant wizards and wizards needed to be dealt with prudently. If there was a large concentration of wizards here that could explain many things; such as why no word from the young prince-ling, Romulus, reached his master's ears. His musings aside, the dark-haired man watched the couple as they faded from sight and he felt his chipped fang throb: he needed to feed sooner than he anticipated. Taking a moment to compose himself, he shouldered the door open and entered the bar. Taking a brief moment to look around, Gregor strode over to the bar and grabbed a stool.
When the barkeep came round, an older man with a drooping mustache, Gregor asked for a bottle of vodka and a glass to go with it. That should keep the lightweights away and allow him to blend in. And if he really had to, he could easily down the contents of the bottle though he knew that he'd regret it. One of the many disadvantages of having his condition, but something that he'd have to stomach if he was to find out what happened to his kind here. He unscrewed the top once his bottle arrived and took a swig before resting his arms on the counter-top and just listening to his surroundings.
These were the thoughts that played in Gregor's mind as the stars played before his eyes. It wasn't too late in the night that the streets were abandoned for there were still lights on in the local establishments and the faint sound of laughter rang about the town square. It reminded him of home in some ways, except it didn't smell the same and there'd be a woman on his lap. That aside, he was drawn to the lights of one particular establishment: Joker's Bar. It seemed to be the busiest near the square and that usually meant three important things. First, it would be easy to acquire information from a place like this either through small talk or just over-hearing other conversations. Gregor knew some of the past of this land; his elders hadn't sent him in blind, but he didn't know the recent events either. Second this could be a potential feeding ground; no one tended to miss someone that stayed in the bathroom too long.
And last, but certain not least, he believed that he might find another of his kind here. A feeding ground like this would be too good to pass up and if he found a kindred spirit, then that could be his ticket to the Castille. And he could play the waiting game for the further away from his masters, the more freedom he had so why squander it? He gripped the door-nob of the bar and was about to pull it open when a drunken couple spilled out onto the street. They didn't fit the bill for locals, as the man was tall and blond while the woman sported red hair and had an English accent. They didn't even seem to pay him any attention as the man picked up the woman and carried her off laughing into the night, but Gregor did take note of the wand that the man had.
Wands meant wizards and wizards needed to be dealt with prudently. If there was a large concentration of wizards here that could explain many things; such as why no word from the young prince-ling, Romulus, reached his master's ears. His musings aside, the dark-haired man watched the couple as they faded from sight and he felt his chipped fang throb: he needed to feed sooner than he anticipated. Taking a moment to compose himself, he shouldered the door open and entered the bar. Taking a brief moment to look around, Gregor strode over to the bar and grabbed a stool.
When the barkeep came round, an older man with a drooping mustache, Gregor asked for a bottle of vodka and a glass to go with it. That should keep the lightweights away and allow him to blend in. And if he really had to, he could easily down the contents of the bottle though he knew that he'd regret it. One of the many disadvantages of having his condition, but something that he'd have to stomach if he was to find out what happened to his kind here. He unscrewed the top once his bottle arrived and took a swig before resting his arms on the counter-top and just listening to his surroundings.