Evening at the Pub [Social/Tai/Jahangir]

”Ale, please.” The woman grunted as she placed some coin down onto the counter. Sinking into the stool at the counter, Ayero rests her chin in her hand and lets her eyes fall closed. While initially unsettled with Kou’s occupation of her home country, Ayero’s thoughts and energy had been distracted with caring for what remained of her family. But with the steady influence of the east, Kou’s presence suddenly seemed a lot less subtle. It looked like she wasn’t the only one who noticed either, if the disgruntled faces around her were any way to judge.



Opening her eyes, the Fanalis woman scans the bar, taking in the disposition of the other patrons. Most of them seemed like working class men and women, natives who had come to drink away their frustrations. Ayero was no different, the stress of caring for a child and keeping him comfortable taking its toll on her psyche. She gives the barmaid a nod of thanks and she slides her a mug of ale, taking a long, satisfying drink from the brew. Though her priorities were with her family, she couldn’t help the sting of irritation when she caught a glimpse of the Kou dimplomats. Grunting again, the red headed woman takes another swig from her glass. Unlike in Heliohapt, at least she didn’t look too out of place here.

word count: 278
thread status: social thread
tags: Reim, Ayero, Ale
character mood: Flirtatious, Calm,
technique & word count: n/a

The young woman takes mild notice of Tai as he seats himself next to her, dark brown eyes glancing over at the man momentarily. It wasn’t until he spoke that she turn her head toward him, arching a brow at his words. She grunts softly in thanks to the barmaid as she brings both of their drinks over, lifting the mug to her lips and taking another drink of the brew. The weapon at the man’s side catches her attention and a spark lights up her formerly dully gaze. Normally she would have done her best to ignore the man, but from the weapon his carried and from what she could gather on the condition of his body raised her interest.


”You a fighter?” She seems to have ignored his greeting by not responding with a proper one of her own, but it’s unclear as to whether she was being rude or was simply distracted by her own thoughts. She wasn’t interested in finding company for the night, but she didn’t mind conversing with another warrior type. Taking another slow sip, she wonders if he’s a Reim native.

Jahan would settle his day at the pub, it was at one point a common place for the boy to come. He would be here all the time, rather it be with ladies or with friends or simply to grab a drink. Yet with all the current work the man was involved with he was rather busy, so he hadn't seen the place in forever. The usual rounds that he did through the city were taken over by Echidna, and they had to keep things quite quiet. With the growing Kou influence it was hard for even them to move. 

Yet what was bugging Jahan out the most was the news report he had recently recieved from Typhon. Amongst the usual news, he had learned that two of his youthful members had been murdered in the back of an alleyway. They were kids, kids that Jahan had promised to protect and guide, he himself was considered a father figure to the little guys. As impossible of a task that would seem to be.

Jahan didn't know what he would tell the others, they probably already knew about everything actually. He sighed, he had  a huge bit of anger because of this, but this was held back by his exhaustion from his work in general. So the man just settled for a drink tonight, tomorrow he would avenge his comrades. 

As he entered the pub he noticed Ayero and a large man besides her, feeling a bit protective of his "big sis" he walked straight on over to them. He stood between them, motioning at the bartender subtly in the suave way he usually did.

"Krakens Blood" Jahan said ordering the outrageously potent drink. He wasn't known for getting drunk, ever honestly, his skills at holding his own liquor were top notch. While the bartender fetched the pitch black liquor, he gave Ayero a smile, and Tai a frown. 

It might have been the recent news that made Jahan so protective, yet it would be obvious to anyone that something was bothering him. It written all over his face, the boy wore his emotions on his sleeves. Something that made it rather easy for him to take his mood out on Tai.

word count: 351
thread status: social thread
tags: Reim, Ayero, Ale
character mood: Flirtatious,
technique & word count: n/a

She raises a brow at Tai’s words, not knowing what exactly to make of them. Was he a lone warrior, perhaps? A traveling sellsword like her? As she pulls her lips from the glass she stares down at the ale for a few moments, reflecting briefly on how her obligations have changed since taking Vincenzo under her care.


She doesn’t notice that Jahan had entered the tavern until he stride up to the bar and stands between Ayero and the man before ordering himself a strong drink. She’s a little surprised to see him here, not having made contact with the other halfling for some time but notices that he seems to be devoid of his usual energy and enthusiasm.  She frowns a little at this, hoping that Jahan hadn’t fallen on hard times. As much as she scolded and berated him for being reckless at times, Ayero only did so because she had come to care for the boy as if he were her brother. Before she could address Jahan, Tai responds to her question.


”I do have an interest in those who carry their weapons out in the open, yes. You a local?” She pats the sword hanging at her waist for good measure. This man looked decently strong, and the Fanalis woman wanted to gauge whether he’d be a threat to her or not in taking jobs or fighting in the coliseum. She brings the mug back to her lips and turns her head towards Jahan and opens her mouth to speak, but before she could get a word out, the man to her side complements her hair. She didn’t plan on responding quickly until she felt the subtle movement of her red lockes, eyes narrowing in agitation. With her gaze still focused on Jahan, she quickly moves her free hand and clenches Tai’s wrist in her Fanalis grip. ”If you’d like to continue to wield that spear, I’d suggest learning some boundaries.” She grunts, squeezing her hold on the limb for emphasis.


Dropping her voice into a more mild tone, she sweeps her gaze over the tanned young man standing between them. ”I haven’t seen you in a while, Jahan. Everything alright?” There was a subtle hint of concern in her voice for the other half-Fanalis, not wanting to fret over his upset state but still worried about him.

Jahan managed a chuckle at Ayero's antics, it seemed that she hadn't grown any less fierce since the last time he had seen her. From that point on Jahan had lost about all respect he had for Tai. Sure the man had a spear on his back, but that didn't mean much to Jahan. The boy lived war. From what Jahan could see, he was just another lonely old guy hitting on his mentor, Ayero. 

Jahan took the drink and he downed it before asking for another, and taking a seat to Ayero's free side. 

"I See you dont need any help driving off the losers" Jahan said in a rude and joking manner. However Ayero's question only made his already piss poor mood even sourer. He paused for a second and sighed, leaning his head on the bars counter. 

"Well... I recently found out some kids that were a part of my group got..." Jahan gritted his teeth, he wanted to spit it out but simply saying what happened out loud pissed him off. Jahan sighed again, propping his head on his chin in frustration.

"A couple of kids that I take care of got murdered."

word count: 322
thread status: social thread
tags: reim, ayero, ale
character mood: curious,
technique & word count: n/a

”Well, you’ll have to introduce us. It’s hard to find good produce with winter coming and all.” The Fanalis woman responds airily, arching a brow in a challenging manner. She simply grunts in reply to his following comment before lowering her own hand while still grasping his wrist until it was away from her hair before releasing him.


Part of her expected for Jahan to wave off whatever was bothering him, so she was a bit surprised when he admitted his troubles to her. She knew that Jahan had a guild of followers, but didn’t know much about them or what exactly it is they do. But from the way the young man spoke of them, she could tell that he was proud of them and cared for them like family. Her eyes widen a notch at hearing what had happened and her frown deepens.


”Jahan…I’m so sorry.” She’s briefly reminded of her own loss and quickly gulps down the rest of her drink to push down the dark thoughts that threatened to surface. Slamming her mug onto the wooden counter with a loud thunk, she places her free hand on the younger Fanalis’ shoulder and squeezes it gently. ”Oi, I’m paying this kid’s tab.” She announces to the bar maid once she catches her attention. Giving Jahan one last pat, she lets her hand drop from his shoulder. She noticed that the other man to her side seemed to drop into a little more of a serious act after hearing what had happened. She doesn’t try to scold him for intruding, but would rather wait until she saw Jahan’s reaction before she interjected. After all, she too was curious. Leaning forward on the counter, Ayero props her chin in her hands and takes a long drink from a freshly poured mug of ale. ”This world is turning into a shithole.” She mutters into the drink loud enough for both men on either side of her to ear.

Jahan just continued to down shots, he heard everything Ayero said but there was just little for the boy to say about it. His people were dead, for reasons he didn't know and he was away in a dungeon. He only knew that he was after one thing. BLOOD. Jahan had it settled in his mind that if and when he did find whoever did this, he was gonna kill them. Nothing left to be said.

"I don't mean to intrude on the gloominess....but do they know who murdered these kids?

Jahan stopped, and for a second he started think before coming to a conclusion.

"I dont know. Were investigating it now, all I know is. When I find him, I'm going to kill him."

”This world is turning into a shithole.”

"No Were just starting to smell it."

OOC

Guya I am so sorry for posting this late, I've been so busy, I've just gotten back to my house after like 2 days. It wont happen again v.v

word count: 235
thread status: social thread
tags: reim, ayero, ale
character mood: n/a,
technique & word count: n/a

Ayero didn’t see Mimi stagger into the bar, exhausted from his day’s work. She only vaguely notices when he orders an ice water, leaves the bar and spills it on himself. Her focus remained on Jaja, and Tai as well when he interjected, seemingly showing concern for the other Fanalis. She watches silently for Jahan’s reaction, a bit taken aback herself as the other man reached out to the boy. ”Mm…brave yet stupid. You two are meant for eachother.” She comments airily while taking another drink from her mug.

Leaning her elbow against the counter, the red headed woman rests her head in her hand as she sips her ale with a far-off look in her eyes. The slight trance breaks once her eyes refocus, this time on Mimi as she recognized him as the kind sculptor from the bazaar. Wait…why was his nose bleeding? Sighing, the young woman digs into the pockets of her cloak, hand eventually surfacing with a rag. Tearing off the dirtied part of the cloth, she tosses it to the human male. ”You alright?” She asks, raising a brow at the sight of a tired man with a bloodied nose at the bar. She gives a sideways glance to Jahan, wary of the amount of alcohol he was quickly consuming. She knew that trying to get him to stop would prove difficult, as stubborn as he was.