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Post by Xentus on Feb 28, 2020 20:45:09 GMT -6
[Here to roleplay only] > Xentus, alone
This night's wayward wanderings brought the leopard to search for the most peculiar place. He heard about it through gossip and whispering in the wind; a tavern with a rustic, old-timey setting that had the most interesting things on the menu, managed by the most interesting kind of people. Oh how curiosity drove him to take a look. Now, he didn't consider himself much of a tavern crawler, at least not these days, but he certainly wasn't shy about going out to one. Even alone. There were always people to banter with in those kinds of places, and making a friend for the night sounded like a grand way to pass the time. Or drink alone and pass any worry to the next morning. Hah.
Xentus was dressed in his usual attire; nothing but his purple silken pants. He hoped this wasn't one of those modern types of place that had the no shirt, no service kind of rule. He hated wearing anything much more than this. Clothes were so restraining on his fur. But just in case, he did decide to tote along an old fur trimmed jacket, held draped over one shoulder as he prowled the city streets in his search. It wasn't so late into the night that nobody else was around, but the other souls wandering about were scant. From what he knew, the tavern wasn't exactly a big, bustling kind of place. Just big enough to offer a cozy setting to drink and eat, or take a bed for the night for the travelers passing through. He personally was keen on seeing what was on the drink menu.
Upon finally finding the place and entering, the leopard was greeted with a sight that he was hopeful for; a quint bar and restaurant with a handful of tables with a well stoked warm fire. There were a couple people seated at the tables already, chatting away and enjoying some delicious smelling meals. He couldn't keep his eyes from wandering on the assortment of food half eaten. Was that bwee flank? It looked so very tempting.. But his eyes floated over to the lonely bar, and he decided he'd rather quench his thirst. For now, anyway. The pastel blue mammalian walked like he belonged, already decided on his spot. Eh, hopefully this wasn't the kind of place that needed to seat their customers for them. But given the choice between about ten different chairs to choose from, he figured he could find whatever seat he pleased. There was no server out on the floor that he could see. So the wooden barstool it was. He seated himself atop one and laid his jacket across his lap, blue eyes perusing the assortment of bottled spirits on display on the wall. Ah, what sounded nicer.. A wine, or an ale? Decisions, decisions.
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Post by Jewel on Mar 2, 2020 15:35:58 GMT -6
[Jewel is just here to roleplay, alone!]Visiting taverns was a thing of Jewel's past. While on the road, they acted as an oasis for his tired body and mind, as well as a business opportunity; with enough drink inside them, anyone was willing to part with a few coins for some entertainment. Trying to keep his behaviour above board was a priority, given that the establishments were his bed and board for each night, but those with deeper pockets could buy themselves a sight more than a dance from him if they so wished. Such was the way of his life, then. It had been a long time since he had considered going back to one.
Though, strictly speaking, he wasn't going 'back' anywhere. Jewel was following rumours to the Laughing Skull - that was an ominous name if ever he'd heard one - because his nosiness was next to none. If he was going to settle in the City, then he should make a point of becoming familiar with its famous establishments, right? It was no special occasion, so he had settled with a white shirt, laced across the chest loosely enough to show his customary patch of skin. He had chosen boots with a heel, however. It would be a hassle if the staff saw his height and assumed him to be a child.
The place was... on the less extravagant side, compared to some he'd serviced in his time, but Jewel was charmed by its ambience. Not everything had to be flashy, even if he did prefer things that were. Not too many seats, comfortably warm, and with the scent of home cooking that made his stomach rumble despite having already eaten. It was interesting. For it to have reached his ears, he assumed that there must have been something strange about it, but on first inspections it looked pleasantly ordinary. That was fine. He had time to snoop around.
He was in somewhat of a daze and walked to the barstools without paying attention. It didn't cross his mind that the one next to his was taken until he was seated himself - and then, upon looking over, a pleasant surprise.
"Well, well," Jewel said, an easy smile sliding onto his face. "Isn't it a small world?" |
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Post by Xentus on Mar 8, 2020 4:35:35 GMT -6
So, it turned out there was a living skeleton that ran this place. Xentus spent a better part of his time thus far in the tavern mulling over this very fact. That walking, talking (it could even speak!) oxymoron served him something nice and strong to help him come to terms with the idea. His drink was only partly sipped; blank blue eyes staring dazedly into the robust reddish ale. Now, he wasn't a man of philosophy, but even he had to really sit and think about this. Even with it being a rather common spectacle to witness the slack jawed newcomer, just like himself, here, none of the rumors warned about it. Perhaps this place thrived on these kinds of moments, and any whispers hinting to it would spoil all the fun.
The only conclusion that he wanted to settle on was that people came in any and every shape and size, and that skeleton was just going to have to be added to the repository of people-shapes that he knew of. The road to that conclusion was a bit of a rough one so far though. He was only just getting past the fact the undead man could speak, when a familiar voice broke him from his trance. His pointed ears twitched. With a hard blink and slight shake of the head, the leopard turned his gaze upon the smiling face of the newly arrived fae. It took him a moment to realize just exactly who he was looking at. But, once that moment had passed, his eyes lit up and a fanged grin spread across his muzzle.
"Ah, it certainly must be", Xentus chimed fondly, his expression easing from surprise to contentment. It wasn't often that he happened upon someone he knew around here, much less someone he thought was deigned to remain but a memory of times long past. But, the longer he was in this City, the more it seemed anything was possible. And this was certainly a nice sight and distraction from the mental turmoil he was just dealing with. The leopard clasped a hand on Jewel's shoulder, giving him a hardy pat. Juust to make sure he was real and not some kind of ghost.
"Xentus would've never thought our paths to cross again", he started with a chuckle, "Though, what a fitting place for it to so happen, no?"
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Post by Jewel on Mar 9, 2020 11:23:55 GMT -6
The sight of an old friend in a new place had distracted Jewel. He preened under the mammalian's touch, face lit up with a delighted smile, until his gaze happened to drift to the right... and there was someone, or something, standing there. A skeleton? He could hear the being speak, could see its jaw moving up and down as clear as day, but could not quite rationalise it. Of all things he had seen in his time in the city, it was the biggest shock to the system.
"Yeah, the best kind of place... sorry, I swear I'm happy to see you, but..." He wasn't ashamed to stare, but refrained from pointing. "The bartender... he looks a little dead, doesn't he?"
Skeletal company or not, the fae was genuinely ecstatic to see a face he recognised. It had been many a year since he and Xentus had last met, and, like the leopard, he hadn't thought they would ever be destined to cross paths again. They were pleasant days to reminisce on. Some unhappy things had happened over their span, but they were treasured times nonetheless.
"Forgive me, old friend," Jewel managed to tear his eyes away, back to Xentus. The absurdity of it all made him laugh out loud. "It's been such a long time. What brings you here? Tell me everything."
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