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@eternally---young
"I ah need to be on the next train out of here."
"The next train doesn't leave for a few hours, not to mention you're an hour from every train station -- so, looks like you're stuck here for a little while longer. You seem in a hurry - did I just stumble upon a notorious bank robber or something?" the girl smirked in his direction.
"Didn’t say nothin’, sweetheart," Sky murmured around his cigarette, the corners of his mouth turning up in amusement. "It’s always refreshing to see someone who stands up for themselves, that’s all. ‘Specially in such a… colorful way.”
Pulling out one of her own cigarettes, she lights while keeping her eyes directly on his. "Colourful? N' ahh -- what's a non colourful way to you?" she asked a little curiously. "You always stand 'round watching woman beat up nosy old men?" her cheeks lifted into a small smile as her question left her lips.
Catching your boss snooping around in your house was definitely a 'go' for punching him in the face. And that's exactly what Keegan did. "You dirty, rotten piece of shit.. if I wasn't so god damn broke you'd be one waitress down... I expect a raise you pig" one swift kick to the head as he was down resulted in a few people looking her way. "What?" she spoke to a nearby watcher, as she headed toward her car.
"I ah I’m sorry. I don’t mean to bother you, but I am pretty lost."
"I'm wasting my time staring at this apple -- you're not bothering me at all. So - where is it you need to be?"
"Well because it doesn’t falter this lovely chat, does it? You wanted to know, I delivered, as you requested." She says with a smile before shaking her head."Oh, I don’t trust spells on my own mind, deary. I’m quite happy not knowing, for I’m obviously not suppose to know."
"This chat hasn't been going long enough for me to decide on that, cher - we'll soon see" another small smirk as his eyes crossed over the news paper that had taken up residence beside him. "And if I were to tell you to go ahead and kill yourself, would you deliver me that, as requested? Its more an expression than anything literal -- so you're a witch, who doesn't trust in herself, how sad" the idea of being so magical, with no trust in something that was living inside of you -- Remy couldn't even begin to imagine it.
Remy told me he wanted to rp, lol. So -- okay? hi.
"Likewise, Remy." She says with a small smile, before cackling once more."Oh you’re talking about my war stories? No one’s ever heard of them. Killed my parents, destroyed the town of Salem, lived happily ever after. That’s all I know of my past, I don’t even know how old I am, or how long I’ve been on this earth."
"It seems you don't have a problem with spilling such things to a stranger -- why is that, cher?" he was merely just curious, nothing more, nothing less. "There is a simple spell you could do to retrieve that information, unless you're comfortable with not knowing" he sipped on his drink as the others arrived, completely content with this magical stranger, and the topic at hand.
She nods her head at his words, before running a hand through her hair.”My name is Sage. Though I don’t know what war stories I could tell you, they’ve all been repeated so many times.”
"It's lovely to meet you, Sage" he says as his lips curve into a small smile. "It's evident that you already know my name, but this is a formal introduction after all -- Remy Del-Toro. Happens when you live forever - but that doesn't stop other folk from being curious now does it?"
"Immortality suits you, deary." She says with a small smile before a light laugh leaves her lips."Well, like you just told me, its usually the way when you’re immortal, deary." She says before nodding her head."Whiskey will do lovely, love. How is immortality treating you, then? Well I do hope." You never know what you would get with Sage, she was as cryptic as a cryptic message.
He mumbles to the bartender before his eyes were now back resting on the ladies in front of him. She was of magic, he could tell -- how interesting. "As it does you, cher" he said with a small smile, his finger tracing round the rim of his cup. "I'd prefer another topic of conversation - how about we get acquainted properly, then maybe we'll swap war stories"
Sage moves as she was asked, facing him with a soft smile upon her face.”My Remy, you haven’t aged a day.” She says, clearly joking.
"Mm, that's usually the way when you're immortal, cher" he says with a soft smile, joking back with her. "I say you are looking wonderful -- whiskey?" this was either going to be a nice conversation, or -- you never knew with Remy.
She knew he could sense her, she sensed him from the moment she walked into the bar, though she didn’t need to be in there, but Sage did see all. A light laugh left the sorcerers lips, before making a smoke appear out of thin air.”Just admiring, deary.”
Magic -- oh how he loved the tingling feeling when another witch or warlock was close by, especially the ones he wasn't familiar with. "How about you admire from my seat, cher. I prefer talking face to face rather than to an empty seat -- mm?"
The warlock could feel eyes on him from a few seats away -- without even looking, or moving much, he merely just speaks. If his senses were right, and someone was indeed staring at the man, they would answer accordingly. "Is there something I can help you with, hm? Or is your wish to just stare away?"
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Remy was always pretty upbeat no matter what was going on, but not this affectionate nor did he ever really grab her and stand so close so to say that Zoe was suspicious was an understatement “Okay, tell me who died and why you’re touching me like that — celebrate what?”
"Nobody died, cher --- well in fact, a lot of people have died, and are dying as we speak - but no one we care about has died, and we're still standing and able to talk to one another. We're able to hold one another closer -- I say that calls for a celebration, no?"
Freya nodded her head slightly, eyes avoiding Eliza’s own for quite some time. She had spent years thinking of what it would be like to be around her maker again, her sister and yet now when she was faced with the vampire — it felt so strange; something they both were not accustom to “Maybe we should just start killing people, roll in the dirt and let the years wash away” she muttered, now facing her sister “Missed you”
"Yeah.. seems like the better option than what ever the fuck this is... missed you to" she replied, looking at her feet. She wanted to say more, wished they could laugh and do go into the woods and roll around in mud, but it wasn't that simple.. though, it could be. Eliza wasn't one to let feelings and all sorts get in the way of what she wanted, but right now that was exactly what was happening, and it made her angry. "Though, I'm not sure New York has a lot of mud.. just old smelly men"
Anika chuckles at her sister before pushing her away lightly.”Cut that shit out, Lily.” She tells her, before letting out an unneeded breath.”Well, thank you for not letting me kill myself. She’s a hybrid, water is her source I believe.”
"Well thank you for not killing yourself -- they were hard times, huh? Ew -- I'd still go after the throat even if I could survive on something else" she says with a small chuckle, eyeing up a customer. "I'm proud of you, although this is weird, and I kinda can't rap my beautiful head around it, I'm still proud of you... don't fuck it up ----" a small joke. "Kidding"
"That would be incest, darling." She says with a chuckle before waving her hand in the air waving off her sister’s apology."You did save me, Eliz, you and Freya, so no apology needed." She tells her before shaking her head on a laugh."No, we don’t eat out often, she doesn’t really need to eat, I just have bottles of virgin blood to dink in a wine cup."
"Well, I did always fancy you" she replies, leaning forward and giving her sister a playful seductive look. "Not as well as we would have liked, Nik. There were times we thought you couldn't be saved, and thought maybe letting you kill yourself would be better -- thank fuck that never happened. And why doesn't she really need to eat?"
