of the night

"Monsters come in all shapes and sizes, some of them are things people are scared of. Some of them are things that look like things people used to be scared of a long time ago. Sometimes monsters are things people should be scared of, but they aren’t." - Neil Gaiman

[h0rology]

Elian nearly jumped out of his skin at Noctis’s demand- almost dropping the cup of coffee, spilling some of it on the counter. He looked at the splash as if it was the worst thing that had happened to him, and then turned to look at Noctis, giving him an exasperated look. “Mr. Chevalier, i-it t-takes time for the coffee to brew. I don’t..don’t drink coffee that often, plea- please be patient.” Elian found a roll of paper towels and cleaned the mess, before taking the freshly brewed pot of coffee and filling the mug back up. “….but now that you are huh- here, it’s easier for me.”  He pushed the coffee mug in Noctis’s direction “Black coffee, no cream or sugar.” Elian dictated.

[demonmayor-blog]

Although seeing how shocked the other was was indeed amusing, the mayor was still irritated by the fact Elian didn't work faster even when he was here. He rolled his eyes and glanced at the other, leaning against the wall. "You should've brewed the coffee earlier, you should've known I was coming after all. Surely you knew about my coming being my secretary. Or was that all talk?" Noctis let out a snort at the comment, his voice laced with sarcasm and disdain. His displeasure could be shown as he stared daggers into the other male's back. Who was he to talk back to him? He should know, along with others, not to mess with him of all people. Ah, they'll learn soon enough what will happen when they do. It was then Elian shoved the coffee at his direction, his blank look quickly replaced with a scowl.

"Oi, is that how you give your superior coffee Mr. Alvey?"

Done with his secretary's timid nature, he slammed his fist on the table, the force large enough to knock the mug to the ground. The cup shattered into tiny pieces, coffee spilling everywhere as he stared down at him through his empty, cold eyes.

"What are you waiting for? Clean it up already Mr. Alvey. Or do I have to force you to make you use your mouth to clean this mess?"

Noctis merely stated, narrowing his eyes ever so slightly at.

[demonmayor-blog]

Newcomers

It had only been what--a week? Two weeks?--while Noctis was mayor and already he saw some new faces. His lips curled into a simper as he put down his cigar, satisfied with this revelation. "Welcome to Silver Town, I'm the mayor, Noctis Chevalier. Call me Mr.Chevalier or Chevalier, if you will." he stated, a devilish look in his eyes. "If you have any questions feel free to contact me or my secretary, Mr. Alvey."

[callmeleon-blog]

Why do you insist? Mayor is not your name, and I’m well set on calling you Noctis. Ok, Noctis? [/smiles]

[demonmayor-blog]

Obviously because it would imply we're in a close relationship if we're on a first name basis, which we aren't, if that wasn't clear enough. / lets out a puff of smoke in his direction. ) When we are--though I doubt that'll ever happen--feel free to call me Noctis.

[callmeleon-blog]

Hmn… I’d rather not call you by your last name, mayor man. I’m calling you Noctis, ok?

[demonmayor-blog]

Hn? And why not? / stares at blankly. ) There's always the first option of calling me mayor mister law enforcer ~ / smirks. )

[h0rology]

The secretary frowned, feeling himself become jittery again. “…Yes, that is t-t-the case.” He shook his head, calming himself down again, but still maintaining his neutral expression. If it continued on like this, there wouldn’t be too much trouble for Elian; at most he’d be considered eccentric. When Noctis responded, Elian didn’t feel too surprised when it wasn’t something Elian could assist with, but just an errand to go make coffee. This was rather a stereotypical job for a secretary, wasn’t it? The man left the room to go to the small kitchen that was tucked away for employees’ use (although no one besides Elian ever used it). The last comment from his boss prompted a way for him to continue his impromptu night shifts: cleaning. Then again, he could just try to polish the furniture with his boss around, and suck it up. Elian shook his head disdainfully, trying to choose a viable option, but failing.

[demonmayor-blog]

While he awaited for his drink to be made, the male leaned back in his chair and placed his feet on his table to stretch it out. He idly shuffled through the papers and once he was through with them he tossed it in the trash. Like he'll go with that pathetic excuse of a budget. No, Noctis had something bigger in mind for this month. After all, it was his first month as mayor and he certainly wasn't going to do nothing during that time span. A devilish grin on his lips, he planned events that would happen. Though after awhile, the mayor had to wonder how long was it going to take for him to get his coffee. Reluctantly setting down his feet on the floor, he got off his chair and made his way to the kitchen he saw earlier on his way to his office. Pushing the door open, he saw that his secretary was just standing around, making his brows furrow in distaste. "Oi, how hard is it to make a damn cup of coffee? Don't make me wait any longer Mr. Alvey." Noctis stated, his tone icy and threatening.

[callmeleon-blog]

So you’re the mayor? Huh. Name’s Leon. What’s yours?

[demonmayor-blog]

Hah... / lets out a puff of smoke, eyes him. )

That I am, I believe you're the new law enforcer..correct? My name is Noctis Chevalier. Though I would prefer it if you referred to me as the mayor or by my last name.

[h0rology]

"Elian Alvey." Elian replied "If we aren't on a first name basis, I...would prefer Mr. Alvey as well. Now, please remember to review the town records, as well as balance next month's budget. The initial calculations should be in your desk, along with a suggestion on how we shall allot our f-funds this month." Mm, was that all? He hoped so. Mr. Chevalier was an unfortunately intimidating fellow, and Elian soon turned heel and began to leave, before pausing to look back. "My office is right down the hall, th-though I'm usually busy elsewhere. Is there anything I can help you with?"

[demonmayor-blog]

Noctis leaned back into his chair, getting himself quite comfortable in his seat before eyeing the other again. "Oh?" he merely said when he dared to tell him what to do, something that impressed the mayor. Though the impression didn't last long when he faintly remembered that he had a secretary. Which meant that this fellow  was his secretary. Elian Alvey huh... Seems useful enough. Giving the other a nod, he took the papers on his desk and started looking through them. When asked if there was anything he needed help with, Noctis took it as if there was anything he wanted. Without another thought, he blankly stated, "Black coffee, no sugar." Raising his hand, he waved at Elian as a motion that said to 'shoo' until he was called upon. Though when he was about to leave, the mayor said "Oh, and good job on the cleaning Mr. Alvey. I expect you to keep it up."

[h0rology]

The Mayor and his Secretary [elian and noctis]

In a small town like this, it was easy to run out of tasks to accomplish. For a good while, Elian had taken it upon himself to complete the duties of the absent Mayor, along with his normal secretarial duties. It made for a more fulfilling workday, he would conclude to himself when he walked home, and it was comfortable being in such a building alone, he would invariably add afterwards. Being the only occupant forced Elian to also clean every so often. He usually dusted the empty office that would normally serve the Mayor every day, leaving the room sparkling when he finished polishing the old wooden desk, among other pieces of furniture. 

Today was just like any other day- once his usual duties were accomplished, not counting the tasks the mayor would normally take- Elian would go into the cabinets for the old rag and the polish, and walk purposefully to the Mayor’s office. Opening the door, the sight nearly made him drop his cleaning materials. No, he did drop his furniture polish and rag into the next room. Bending down and hurriedly picking them back up again, he cursed the Goddess.

No one had informed him that their Mayor would be arriving today. 

Standing back up with no small effort of maintaining his composure- anxiety was always a problem for the jumpy Elian- he cleared his throat.

“I didn’t see a trace of anyone when I came in this morning. You must be t…the new mayor, I- Am I right?” 

[demonmayor-blog]

It was just like any other day for the occupants of Silver Town--the sun rose when morning hit and time continued to past by. However many did not know, that it was indeed, not a normal day. No, for it was the day when their new mayor would arrive. Striding into the town, he carried himself with confidence and there was a vibe he emitted that gave people goosebumps. It was obvious, just by one look alone, that he was nothing but trouble.

Heading directly to Town Hall, he went straight for his new office--no, castle--where he would be ruling the town. A sense of pride swelled when he saw to his pleasant surprise it was actually well kept and furnished. He sat down on his swivel chair, his good mood rising when he found that it was quite comfortable. Running his finger through his wooden desk, he smiled in approval when there was no dust on his finger. It would seem that while he wasn't here, someone had made sure to clean his place. 

As if on cue, someone burst through the room, only to drop his utensils in pure shock. The mayor raised his eyebrow, torn between amusement and disappointment. Was this the person who had tidied up before he arrived? He hadn't expected them to be such a..well, nervous wreck. A sigh escaped his lips noticing how fidgety he was. No matter, a job well done still deserved to be praised nevertheless. "I am indeed, my name is Noctis Chevalier, I'll prefer it if you called me Mr. Chevalier though..and you are?" Noctis asked, waiting for a name.

[whimsicalnotion-blog]

“I see.” Amelia placed a hand to her chin in thought. It was great that she was allowed to dig in one location, but she was a bit nervous about obtaining permission from the witch. It wasn’t that Amara was a scary individual — on the contrary, Amelia could honestly see herself sitting down to a nice cup of nonspecific beverage and sharing a pleasant chat with the witch. It was the fact that the forest was obviously a place of great importance for the magic user, a place that should remain undisturbed. It was probably sacred or at least held many memories (especially given that it originally belonged to a relative of Amara’s) and if there was one lesson the scholar remembered clearly from her student days it was that there were certain things that archaeologists, even if their intentions were entirely pure and for the sake of education, just should not touch. 

However, Amelia could only guess at so many things herself and decided that it certainly wouldn’t hurt to ask politely. The worst that could happen would be a “No”,  in which case it would be completely understandable and the dig would begin with ernest in the first of the locations.

“Very well, then.” She took Noctis up on his offer, albeit with a little apprehension. While she had every intention of paying a nice visit to Amara, regardless of whether the witch gave permission to dig or not, something about Noctis and the little bit of his personality Amelia had witnessed told her that this might not be as quiet a visit as she hoped.  ”However,” The archaeologist continued. “I can’t exactly say I know the way so I hope that map will be of assistance. One tree looks just like the next as far as I’m concerned.”

[demonmayor-blog]

While she debated over her choices, Noctis prepared to leave for the witch's forest. Closing his drawers shut (locking them for good measure) and stashing paperwork away, he grabbed his keys and coat when Amelia arrived at an answer. He smirked hearing that she would come along and muttered one word. "Good." Without another thought the mayor left his office, not bothering to wait for her or to close the door (his secretary would do it for him anyways).

However when she brought up the fact that she didn't know the way, the mayor snorted. "Doesn't matter, its hard to get lost in the woods anyways. There's only two paths after all." Noctis merely told her, letting the fact that if they took the wrong path they could get lost, last a few moments. It was simply too entertaining to miss the look of fear cross another's face.

Once he was satisfied, he moved on before she could start doubting him. "Besides, I've already been there." He stated as if he just forgot to add in that small detail. Walking through Silver Town to the forest, his steps was long and quick, making him wonder if the archaeologist could keep up with his pace. Shrugging the thought aside, it was evident that the mayor didn't care enough to check if she was behind him.

When the cabin came to view Noctis walked a bit faster and before long they (or at least he) reached their destination. Knocking on the door, he called out, "Oiiiiii, you there miss witch?"

[demonmayor-blog]

A lot of your subjects started following you

[phoenixity]

Not the kind of meat that goes down easily? If there was a smirk on his face, and there most likely was, it only broadened to ante up to the new challenger that had appeared before him. That would only make things much more amusing. As the darker haired man leaned against the wall, Caim placed a hand on hip, the other moving to brush through his hair as he snerked. “No congrats, eh? Perhaps you haven’t proven yourself to them yet,” Exactly how one was supposed to ‘prove themselves’ to the townspeople was a question he didn’t answer for the male.

Upon hearing his family name, the redhead through a daunting look at the new mayor, thinking while stroking an imaginary goatee. “So you do know my name after all,” His shoulders shrugged, whimsically. “A bit rude, to pretend to not know someone’s name, wouldn’t you agree? . . Either way, dear friend,” He stopped, holding out an index finger pointedly, waving it back and forth like an upsidedown pendulum. “I may actually be a bartender, but that is only what the records want you to believe. A secret is to be kept secret, you see, even among official records.”

[demonmayor-blog]

He had to give it to the bartender, although he wasn't exactly the most fierce competitor he met, at least he could make come backs compared to the rest of the town. "I haven't proved myself, hm? I suppose so, though it won't be long before I do." Noctis uttered, a thoughtful look crossed his face before his confident expression returned. "Of course I do, I am the mayor after all. Its my duty to know all my dear subjects names ~" he paused briefly to add effect before continuing on to clear up the confusion Caim made about him. "I didn't pretend I didn't know your name, I just requested you to introduce yourself since its proper etiquette to ask..isn't it?" Noctis smiled, though anyone could tell it wasn't sincere seeing how empty it was.

"Oh is that so?" he questioned, laughing softly at his response. "Though let me remind you Mr. Halentroy... Secrets are no longer secrets when you tell them, especially when you reveal it so easily." The mayor put a finger to his lips, as if to emphasis his point. "However since it would be rude of me not to tell you my name, I'll grant you honor of knowing it. I am Noctis Chevalier, call me Mr. Chevalier or Chevalier, if you will." Pushing himself off the wall he was leaning on, Noctis offered his hand to the redhead. "Its a pleasure meeting you Mr. Halentroy, I hope we can do business with each other sometime in the future."

[demonmayor-blog]

A lot of your subjects started following you

[the-teacher-of-silver-town-blog]

She stared at him coldly, wishing she could hit him, but then he could fire her and she’d lose the only job she’d ever had. “Fine, Chevalier. You win.” She smelled the puff of smoke that came out of his mouth, and immediently wanted to plug her nose. “You know, the town doesn’t belong to you. It’s a municipality and it always will be. You can’t make the town yours. It’s not a kingdom and we aren’t your subjects.” She had been practicing magic for a few months now, and one of the few things she could do with her limited ability was extract thoughts and memories from other people. But Noctis was different. Somehow, she couldn’t extract his memories from his mind. Only thoughts. And it was clear that he thought he was the ruler of the town.

[demonmayor-blog]

Noctis laughed seeing the cold treatment on her face--truly, it was priceless, the look on her face--it was painfully obvious that she wanted nothing more than to hurt him. Alas, the day he allowed somebody to hurt him was the day hell froze over. "I know, I always win." he stated blankly, amused when the teacher scrunched up her nose and blabbered on how Silver Town wasn't his. Which, in fact, wasn't true, since not only did he became mayor, he also bought the town. Though its not like he cared if they didn't believe him, Noctis could've simply kicked them out whenever he wanted to.

He inhaled the cigar smoke for a few moments, letting the taste of nicotine linger before a he breathed out a long puff of smoke. "I'm sorry, smoking was simply too distracting for me to listen to a word you said. Mind repeating it Ms. Ito?" The mayor simpered, letting out another puff just to add to her annoyance.

[demonmayor-blog]

A lot of your subjects started following you

[seat-yourself-deactivated201605]

Caroline let out an unimpressed snort, tearing her gaze away from the mayor to the trashcan nearby, squinting her eyes as she aimed at it and carefully tossed her empty beer bottle inside, sighing internally that it hadn’t fallen out and made her look like an absolute fool. Facing him again, she brought her hands to her hips and smirked triumphantly, her eyes locking with his shaded ones.

“I sure hope I won’t,” She said, trying not to let any wittiness mix with the sarcasm of her statement.

[demonmayor-blog]

Noctis let out a puff of smoke in response to her sarcasm. Kids these days really had no manners. It didn't bother the male though, not like anything really did, since he knew in the end they'll see his words were true. Tapping the burnt end of his cigar against a nearby cigarette tray, he turned away from Caroline and towards the door. "Now that you know who I am, I'll take my leave. There's nothing here of any interest anyways," he stated while grabbing the door. However the mayor paused in his movements and added, "Oh, and if there's anything that's bothering you don't be afraid to tell your me. I am the town's mayor after all." A chuckle could be heard as he left the bar without another word.

It was a wonder if the male truly meant what he said or if he was just messing with female, it was hard to tell.

[whimsicalnotion-blog]

Mild surprise was a way to put it. In all honesty, Amelia had been expecting a younger individual to be the one behind the executive’s chair. She was used to being among the ‘older’ crowd in Silver Town, which, at this point, could have been narrowed down to just a few individuals. Of course, 28 wasn’t old. Nope. And certainly not anywhere near the age of 30. Yes, she still had a few more 28s left before 29 showed up. If ever. 

The archaeologist sighed mentally as soon as Noctis addressed her, and after he disposed of her ‘masterpiece’, she said nothing further and quickly set to work analyzing the (much more accurate) map he had placed on the desk. Eee-yup, it looked like her initial impressions about the man had been correct after all. However, despite the new mayor’s brashness and the way he curtly pushed aside even her attempt at an introduction, Amelia knew that Noctis did have a point to his actions. The archaeologist could be incredibly long-winded at times, even in company that would be considered…well…pleasant in comparison. She supposed it came with the linguistics part of the job, although having spent her entire life buried in texts and scrolls and historical oddities that couldn’t be explained in a mere few words probably had some sort of effect as well.

The click of a lighter was Amelia’s cue to stop staring at the map — goodness, there was a lot more to Silver Town than she had initially thought — and the scholar moved her hand to point at the general locations of where she intended to dig. 

“They are approximately here and… oh, where was it again? Ah yes, here, near the edge of the forest. It will only be myself out there; I don’t have my old team anymore so the ‘dig’ shouldn’t be anything major.”

[demonmayor-blog]

When she pointed at the locations Noctis stared at it for a few moments before briefly answering. "The first one is fine but the one near the forest isn't." With that said, he breathed out a puff of smoke before crushing the cigar butt in the cigarette tray. "Urgh, never smoking this brand again." he muttered as he grabbed the box with cigars and chucked it in the trash can. "I swear, the woman has bad tastes..." Noctis rolled his eyes before turning his attention to the archaeologist.

"Where was I now? Ah yes, the forest." he questioned aloud, mainly for himself. He sat back down in his swivel chair and folded his arms before continuing. "If you want to go digging around the forest you'll have to ask the witch residing there." The mayor could see that Amelia was going to question why so he moved on before she could. "You see, the forest maybe part of Silver Town but its not, strictly speaking, the town's territory."

That said, he frowned slightly at the thought of the piece of land not belonging to him (yet anyways) though he ignored the feeling. "It belongs to the witch--ah wait, it'll be the previous witch though she's dead now so I guess the current witch inherited it. So there you have it, I can't give you permission but she can."

Noctis took the map and spun his chair once before getting up to put it away. A scowl was on his face when he admitted having very little power over the forest. If there was one thing he disliked more than people disturbing his work, it was when he had no control over something. Though the male wouldn't give up, at least without a fight. He clapped his hands and turned to the woman, wearing a grin that usually meant trouble. "How about we visit the witch? I can accompany you there since I have business with her anyways."

[demonmayor-blog]

No, just one. We /do/ have a wannabe mayor and an ex-mayor though ;D

[silver-penguins-deactivated2012]

Bryanna could only scoff at his rude comment, but decided not to embellish on it, for it would only fuel his fire. “I respect you as a mayor, Mr. Chevalier, but that won’t change how I look at you and your personality. I only pray to the Goddess that this place doesn’t become more deserted than it already is.” She pushed some hair behind her shoulder and smiled sweetly. “I do hope we can get along as well.”

[demonmayor-blog]

Respect, eh? It was a word he was used to hearing knew the true meaning held behind it. For Noctis, respect was either begrudgingly or out of pure fear and in this case, it was the first. A laugh escaped his lips and he couldn't help but smile at the old mayor--oh wait, it was artist now, wasn't it?--amusingly. "Your words flatter me Ms. Castello." he said, giving her a short, mock bow. "However your concern or prayers is not needed for I assure you that that won't happen." There was confidence in his voice and a look in his eyes that strangely made one wanted to believe in him.

Though the feeling was cut short when he ran off his mouth again, casually tossing another insult at Bryanna and the rest of his subjects with a smile. "Unless you and your fellow people decide to fuck up even more and scare off any potential visitors. Then maybe you should pray that the town doesn't get any worse than it is."

[demonmayor-blog]

A lot of your subjects started following you

[the-teacher-of-silver-town-blog]

“Noctis, how you ever became mayor of this town, I’ll never know,” Makimi grunted, in her usual blunt tone. The man was familiar somehow, a memory from her old life, back when she was a farmer’s daughter, or walking the earth trying to find a new place to call home. He had an air of mystery surrounding him, and an air of arrogance and pride to add to his mysteriousness. Jackass, the guy was.

[demonmayor-blog]

A soft sigh escaped his lips when he heard the overly familiar voice. Without even turning around to face the person, he already knew it was Makimi. Though he hid his disappointment and/or displeasure--it was hard to tell really--by letting out a low chuckle. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. I would rather you refer to me as simply the mayor or Mr. Chevalier, Ms. Ito. Calling me by first name would imply that we are in a close, intimate relationship." he said, letting out a puff of smoke before finally facing the teacher. "...Or was that what you wanted, hm?" Noctis asked, his question meant to ruffle her up for his amusement.

[demonmayor-blog]

A lot of your subjects started following you

[seat-yourself-deactivated201605]

Caroline wasn’t really paying attention to what was going on around her; she was busily scanning the ingredients of the beer she’d just finished consuming, her eyes examining the fine text carefully before a deep voice tore her attention away from the stained label. Flickering her eyelashes at the person opposing her, she crossed her arms over her chest and took a minute to contemplate the fact that he was the new mayor everyone had been eagerly awaiting. He certainly didn’t give off the vibe that he was in control, or at least possessed as much authority as he did. Caroline was certainly not impressed.

“Caroline Sinclair. It’s good to know someone’s finally here to set things straight,” She said, a small smirk playing on her lips.

[demonmayor-blog]

It was obvious by her body movements that she didn't take him seriously as the new mayor. The arm crossing, the way she inspected him to the very way her lips twisted into a smirk..it was as if she was beckoning him to take on her "challenge"  and prove himself as the mayor. He shook his head whimsically, there was certainly a lot of people picking up a fight with him in this town. No matter, he could handle them. He dealt with worse anyways. "Oh don't you worry Ms. Sinclair, you won't be disappointed." Noctis answered, returning the smirk.

After all, he was the new mayor of Silver Town and he'll make sure the town would rise beyond its former glory.

[demonmayor-blog]

(( Sorry for anyone who is still waiting for a reply from either Noctis or Amara! I'll get to them soon hopefully! Just saying so anyone I haven't replied to yet doesn't feel forgotten or anything of the sort. ))