Harley and Nick Event Starter @blxxdycherryblossoms
She looked around to see if anyone had spotted her. If they had... well, she just hoped someone hadn't. But her luck wasn't that good. She noticed someone as she jumped down from the window, bag of stolen goods in hand. She put a finger on her lips, eyes wide. And then made her way up to the guy. She waited until she was sure no one inside the building she'd gotten out of could hear. "You saw nothin' kid. Got it?"
nick was on his way to do some definitely legal things at his definite real job at the graveyard when the commotion interrupts all thought. nick watches eagerly as the woman(?) jumps from the window, and lands on her feet! he’s so distracted he forgets to hide, and now here she is, confronting him.
nick’s face breaks out into a grin.
“No! No! Bravo! Amazing landing, really! Do — can I applaud? I’m going to applaud. Wow!” Nick’s clapping. Loudly, possibly drawing attention.
“You know — I could quiet down for a little hand out, just a small physical thank you, perhaps?” He says, very loudly, obnoxiously staring at the bag.
hwevent18 starter for xie lian & sean cassidy // @blxxdycherryblossoms
People are so hard to convince to stop and listen when they're outside on the streets and already going from place to place with such urgency. In a tavern, where they're relaxed and have a moment to themselves, Xie Lian had thought that maybe they'd be more likely to want to hear him out and see what kind of items he has to offer them! Not even for the sake of making money off of the tavern's customers, necessarily, but giving them the opportunity to take home a little treasure of their own. This was, apparently, incorrect thinking. "Oh," he exhales, feeling appropriately chastised as the barkeep loudly scolds him for trying to 'bother' the tavern-goers. He hadn't wanted to cause any trouble, so the items he'd brought inside from his cart and begun to lay out on the table, he hastily begins to stuff back into his bag. "If anyone wants to look at the things I found, you can find me outside--?" Xie Lian says to the room as a whole as he finishes packing back up, eyes searching the small crowd.
sean had been watching the situation unfold from his spot on the stage, performing a little tune to serve as background music for the guests. for some reason, he felt bad — that damned “do gooder x-men mentality” hadn’t been beaten out of him yet.
it’s almost too late for him to do anything — by the time he’s on scheduled break, the stranger is almost done packing up.
“well — hey now, no need to give up so fast,” sean says in lieu of a greeting. “I can talk to the barkeeper for you, if you wish to say.”
really, it would be in sean’s best interests for the traveling salesman to leave. more money in his pockets. he doesn’t know why he stands up for the man, it just… Happened.
Benson and Randy Event Starter @blxxdycherryblossoms
He had become a clergyman and tried not to think about what Benson would say. How it would make him look even more uptight and like he had a stick up his ass. He tried to just avoid him, not let him know what had become of his little pet project.
But sometimes it was hard. With the congregation, he had to go around town sometimes and it wasn't like Benson was just going to disappear. Sometimes he'd see him out of the corner of his eye. Sometimes it was actually him and sometimes it wasn't. It didn't make a difference until it did.
This time, it was actually Benson. And Randy could see him. He couldn't avoid him any longer. "Hello, Benson." He greeted, looking anywhere but his face. He was just slightly embarrassed. But he supposed exposure therapy might help.
Benson tilts his head as Randy walks up to him. He takes a moment to wipe a hand from his sweaty brow, as he steps away from the forge to talk to the boy.
He’s man, but to Benson, he’ll always be just a boy.
He can’t help but wonder how he looks to Randy— covered in soot and sweat in comparison to blood. He knows Randy won’t tell on him — he’s a good boy. Look at him, a man of the church and all. Benson wrinkles his nose as he takes in Randy’s outfit.
“Went from one man telling you what to do to another, huh?” Benson asks, and man, he wants something to smoke. He’s craving it, both looking forward to and dreading this interaction.
“What do you want, Randolph?” Benson taunts, eying the pretty little church boy with an introspective look.
“Being a good little church mouse and staying quiet, right?”
Matthias was a careful protector and solider. His hands placating and kind before he stopped himself from grabbing the pummel of the sword not wanting come off as threatening. "are you alright?"
Nick had a long night, as one does when their job revolves around hiding under the cover of night, relying on the circadian rhythm to keep one safe from anyone’s watchful eyes.
So, it’s no surprise that he nearly falls asleep and tumbles to the ground while standing. Nick blinks, but at least he has the decency to look embarrassed. He grins and lets out an awkward laugh, running a hand through his hair.
“Yeah, man, I’m all right — Long night, so I think I’m just a little bit tired.” He says, and even with his sleep deprived state Nick still has the ability to be chipper.
"has nobody ever told you that it is impolite to stare at a lady like that?" rebekah queried, glancing over at the other who's eyes she'd felt on her for a while now.
Nathan blinks. Shit, he hadn’t been aware that he was doing that. But here she was, the pretty blonde right in front of him.
He grins cheekily at her and tilts his head ever so slightly.
“Well, yes, but I can’t help it! I have eyes, and they were made to look!” He protests, blinking up at the stranger.
“My apologizes, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, that’s the last thing I’d want to make any lady feel, honest.” Nathan lets the pout slip out a bit, trying to play it off as him being innocent and well meaning. When in reality — well, in this instance, he really was just dozing off.
HWEVENT18 closed starter for @blxxdycherryblossoms (Sean x Charles)
"I am not much for a drinker but I must say the atmosphere you created in here with your music is very nice." Charles smiled at the other who had just taken a seat after singing. "I must ask how you come up with your material."
it’s jarring, to see Charles, in the flesh, after everything, and those are the first words to him.
By now, Sean is familiar with the game.
People don’t remember things. Who they used to be. Or who they used to know.
But the impact still stings. Sean wants to say — Yeah, when I knew you, you so were. Ripe off a breakup and a failed mission.
But he doesn’t say it. Besides. Even if Charles read his mind, he wouldn’t know what Sean meant by it.
“Ah, well… I really just observe what’s popular. Learn by ear, and play those. I don’t think most people would like my original music — it’s a little strange.”
Nathan had been sneaking out of one of the fancier rooms at the lavish chateau when he runs into Jester.
He's a bit disheveled, and definitely doesn't have a stolen wallet of a patron who decided to fall asleep. Definitely not.
"Oh, hello, hi there, pardon me," Nathan says with a grin, moving out of Jester's way. He definitely looks like he doesn't belong there, and he's hoping that Jester doesn't notice, and if she does, she doesn't say anything.
Being a hustling musician in a time and place you don't recognize is even more rough, and if he wasn't able to memorize music as fast as he was, he'd probably be screwed.
But, Sean has a talent at picking up notes, and he's able to to play from ear, so his way to the top was communicating with other artists: listening to them play and more or less repeating the common songs he heard everyone play.
Listening to Manon was different though -- Sean knew immediately that she wrote her own stuff. He had never heard it before, and it was unique -- different from everyone else was doing. It was inspiring -- Sean had tried playing his original music when he first started out, and it didn't go well.
As she finishes, Sean walks up to her, wanting to be polite, but he had so many questions swirling in his head --
"Where'd you learn to compose music like that?" He asks, rather blunt, and then winces almost immediately in response. Being blunt in these times could get you a kick in the head.
"I -- Sorry, I just meant -- Your music. It's incredibly unique. You write it yourself, right? I haven't heard anyone else play anything like it."
Being thrown into yet again another completely way of life should have been whiplash for Nick, but in reality, he welcomed change. It was much easier to work in a world where the government was not as omnipotent as modern day government, where crime and monsters alike ran through the streets.
The chaos was familiar to him. Comforting, almost.
So, of course Nick managed to get a gig strangely similar to what he did in the apocalypse. One of the smaller drug lord's had heard Nick's proposition out, and now here he was, secured with a cushy job of harvesting the nucleus from the brain stems of the recently deceased. Well, that, and his cover job as a grave digger, but that wasn't nearly as fun.
The job was simple: the man that the drug lord had hired was to keep look out while Nick retrieved the product, and then the two of them were to transport it back to home base. Easy. Nick could have absolutely did it on his own, but the drug lord had money to spare, and back up is always nice.
"Aw, don't look at me like that. This is going to be fun!" Nick said cheerfully, turning to the man. Kaz, he thinks -- they were introduced and left to go to the graveyard together, but they didn't start conversation till now.
It's nice, to be in a positive atmosphere like a tavern. Cheerful people are easier to talk to, and by talk to, Sean means swindle into buying him dinner. Bean is easily recognizable as royalty -- or at the very least, someone with money, judging by her attire, appearance, and how much alcohol she's already bought. He tilts his head as he takes the seat next to her, leaning on the bar to look up at her with big eyes.
"I hope you're liking the music so far," He starts. Sean had been singing for the past hour or so, and was taking his small break. If he takes too long, the tavern owner will most likely start berating him. Sean can handle the vocal strain, he just also needs to work the floor, see who would be an easy target. "Do you have any requests for when I go back up there?"
Starting off as a musician had been more or less a little rough: the music had all changed drastically, and Sean was more lost than ever. Thankfully, he managed to get his hands on songbooks and committed tunes to memory -- it wasn't too hard to do so once he heard it.
Benson isn't one to pick favorites, but he thinks Syala's tavern is one of the best. For one, he could relax -- as whispers told him supernaturals could exist peacefully here. It gifted the tavern with a sense of peacefulness as well as open-mindedness -- if supernaturals were allowed, so was everyone else. Though, Benson still knows -- if they were aware of his past, the people and the tavern wouldn't be so welcoming.
Before ordering anything, he decides to walk up to Syala to say hello. He knows she's busy, but the two have a soft familiarity, as Benson's a regular at her place. Benson doesn't really like people, nor does he consider himself a friend having person, but Syala's all right.
"How's the night been so far?" Benson asks bluntly, following her gaze out into the sea of people. The mood seems cheerful, if not a little bored. He's curious if there's been any drama though, any bullies he might need to give a talking to.
Out of all the responsibilities that a blacksmith has, Benson thinks he likes deliveries the very least. He's the new hire, so this is what most of his day looks like, unless he's lucky enough to get into the forge. The senior blacksmiths had promised that being the delivery boy would only last a few weeks, but Benson feels like he's both just started and has been doing it since forever.
Thankfully, he spots his client rather quickly, and perks up almost immediately. Dragging a cart through the mud with valuable, repaired goods was both as annoying and as dangerous as it sounds, but with Benson's long sword at his side and deadly glare, he figured no one would mess with him.
"Hey -- Hey! You're -- Er, you're Droagan, right? Eryx? I got your shit for you." His tone is not winning any customer service awards, and Benson, frankly, could not give a shit. "Yeah, like, horse shoes and reigns and shit, yeah? That you?"
Sean's days have drastically changed: from fighting in a war he had no part in, to being locked up in a facility, then jumping both forward and back in time, he's certainly been with a lot of changes way too quickly.
He hadn't even really gotten to know everyone at the mansion before it was all taken from him, again, so he's not sure what brings him to the woman sitting at the table, tucked into a corner. But she looks familiar enough, and that's all the confidence Sean needs to interact with her.
"Greetings," He says, voice soft, and if he consciously makes himself sound more pleasant and agreeable than he really is... Well, he has plausible deniability. "Did you have any requests for tonight's show?"
As much as Sean hates performing for a crowd, especially a drunk, uncaring crowd, there isn't much he can do otherwise to secure a meal and a roof. So, most nights have seen him singing or playing the lyre or both, depending on how desperate he was that day. No one has caught onto him using his power yet, so it's a reliable way to earn his meal ticket.
Benson is just trying to smoke a cigarette. He is JUST trying to unwind from a long day, and he is JUST trying to enjoy his shitty gas station sandwich. He looks up with a very impressive stink face, and blows smoke right into the stranger's face.
"Expressive." He says, tone flat. Benson doesn't like interacting with people, but the guy is pretty, and he seems annoying as fuck, so if worst comes to worst, maybe Benson can kick the shit out of him and feel a bit better about his life. Just for a split second, until all of the guilt comes crashing back. At least it would be something to do.
He coughs, waving his hand to get the smoke out of his face. This human body sucks. It's too vulnerable and he hates it. But he supposes he was being a bit annoying. On purpose, as well. "Never heard that saying? Figured you would've if anyone had." He says as he finishes his coughing fit.
Okay, that reaction was everything Benson wanted. This guy was going to be entertaining, that's for sure. Benson can't help but laugh a little at Bill's reaction, tilting his head as he studies the man.
"Oh yeah? What's that supposed to mean, pipe cleaner?" He asks.
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STARTERS --
benson roche [1/2]
nathan young [0/2]
nick clark [1/2]
sean cassidy [2/2] ( Still open for plot calls! No limit on those, just might take a bit longer <3 )
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BENSON ROCHE:
STATUS: UNAWARE -- Benson still committed his crimes as he did in the movie he's from, but he managed to flee. Thanks to the low status of those that he killed, he isn't as worried as being caught by government as he is in the modern universe.
His current occupation is Blacksmith. Benson trained for this at a young age, as an apprentice, but a serious event in his past made him switch to working in a tavern for a bit. After he committed his infamous crimes and fled town, Benson decided to get back into the blacksmith trade.
Connections include: someone who recognizes him from his violent past, someone who is a customer and gets their weapons or armor repaired, someone who also visits taverns often (Benson will often be there after a long shift: as much as he hates the place, there's not really any other place to get mead and other beverages).
NATHAN YOUNG:
STATUS: UNAWARE -- While he understands the events that happened to him within his own show's canon, he understands it within the fantasy medieval context.
His current occupation is Jester/Harlot/Conman -- He does what it takes to survive, but sometimes a witty little performance isn't enough to secure some gold. Nathan does what he can to make sure he has a meal every night.
His immortal status and his ability to talk to and communicate with the dead is something he keeps very much under wraps -- While he absolutely can survive being burned alive, he doesn't want to experience the whole stigma one gets after being labeled a witch!
Connections include: fellow jesters / harlots, customers, other people with supernatural powers.
NICK CLARK:
STATUS: AWARE -- The whiplash this man is experiencing. He went from the literal apocalypse, to modern day life, to this. Ironically, Nick rolls with the punches so he doesn't really care, and in fact, is having a lot of fun! After seeing the dead rise, nothing really shocks him anymore.
His current occupation is an amalgamation of things: Gravedigger, pick pocket, drug dealer. Nick learned some information about a part of a human brain that can create an excellent high, and right now he's abusing his job as a gravedigger to harvest these parts.
Connections include: fellow criminals, fellow grave diggers, anyone who is also aware and or has supernatural connections.
SEAN CASSIDY:
STATUS: AWARE -- Sean is used to life changing rapidly, so at this point, why not! But the loss of Xavier's mansion has very much affected his life. Keeping his powers a secret, he has to push aside the trauma and the urge to try and fix the situation in favor of survival.
His current occupation is Bard/pickpocket: when the taverns he performs at don't let him spend the night, or when he doesn't earn enough to buy a night, Sean is sleeping on the streets. Pick pocketing is a last resort, but sometimes if he's lucky he can charm people with his voice into just giving him money.
Connections include: tavern owners, fellow musicians, fellow thieves, potential "victims", people who are also aware or have some supernatural ability.
Bill and Benson Closed Starter @blxxdycherryblossoms
"Who shit in your shoe?" He asked, noticing the... unhappy looking man. Unhappy didn't seem like the right word though. But the stink face definitely wasn't comforting. And Bill was a bit of a bastard. He couldn't leave well enough alone.
Benson is just trying to smoke a cigarette. He is JUST trying to unwind from a long day, and he is JUST trying to enjoy his shitty gas station sandwich. He looks up with a very impressive stink face, and blows smoke right into the stranger's face.
"Expressive." He says, tone flat. Benson doesn't like interacting with people, but the guy is pretty, and he seems annoying as fuck, so if worst comes to worst, maybe Benson can kick the shit out of him and feel a bit better about his life. Just for a split second, until all of the guilt comes crashing back. At least it would be something to do.
