Searching for answers (Open)

[cian_oneill]

It had been three weeks since Hallowe'en, and still nothing had come to light about the vampire who had lead the bloodbath at the Shark Tank. Cian had prowled the street when he could, spending more nights in Vegas since the attack than he usually did. He finally figured the one place he might be able to find out something, and after sourcing the password, and satisfying the bouncer, he walked into Seventh Circle and headed for the bar.

If there was anywhere that information on the activities in the demon world could bandied about like schoolgirl gossip, it would be here.

"Whiskey," he told the bartender, leaning an elbow on the bar and starting to survey the area, seeing who was there, and more importantly, what.

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Re: Searching for answers

[cian_oneill]

He looked at the drink in his hand and shook his head. "They prefer if y' at least drop a few dime on the bar t' keep th' staff paid," he joked, glancing over his shoulder at the bartenders. They looked like they would prefer to be paid in some other fashion than just mundane cash on some nights. "And not tonight," he continued, the statement mostly true. He wasn't planning on getting in the ring, more interested in getting the lay of the land and sussing out the word on the Hallowe'en mayhem. "Y' ever do any, or y' just a spectator?" he asked, his eye catching a movement that he recognised, and the fighters preparing to get back into it grunting at each other. If he was desperate for money he'd have gone and put a big bet on right then but he didn't, instead keeping a half an eye on the ring, the rest of his attention going to the teenage vampire.

Re: Searching for answers

[tiny_dancer81]

"I'm not exactly combat-ready. I know enough street fighting to take out a mugger or something, but the best I could do against one of those monsters is try to bite their kneecaps off."

Theresa pointed at the broad back of a sumo-sized demon when she said it, knowing that the rolls of fat likely hid a core of solid muscle. Dane's limited knowledge of other creatures meant she didn't have actual lore to go on. Weres were an exception, since even a lazy slob like her sire warned her against having any truck with them. She was, however, prepared not to hold Irish's status against him. He probably thought she smelled funny too. The fact that he hadn't attacked her on sight was a gold star in his favor.

"Can I ask, um, how come your heart's beating so much faster? I can hear your pulse, and it sounds like you're about to have a coronary."

Re: Searching for answers

[cian_oneill]

Cian had been about to point out that in some cases being able to take out a kneecap is the best way of bringing down some of the bigger beasts out there when she asked about his heartbeat. He wasn't really aware it was that much faster, it was just who he was, and had been for so long. While it was faster than most humans, especially athletes, as he'd been one when he was attacked, it certainly hadn't brought any comment from anyone he knew who did hear it up close and personal, even when it was accelerated by that person. He smiled as he momentarily recalled the last time it had been accelerated by a particular Slayer.

"Oh? It certainly don't feel tha' way," he replied, giving her the tail-end of the smile. "Must be the place," he said, glancing around at the clientele, who were varied, and relaxed enough to reveal their different sides and countenances enough that it would put the wind up a normal 'punter' who happened into the place. "Or the company," he added, a completely benign smile now, leaving it unclear whether he was referring to her, or to the aforementioned clientele and bout happening in the ring.

Re: Searching for answers

[tiny_dancer81]

The smile made her squirm a little as she stood there, but it wasn't necessarily an unpleasant squirm. She knew what men were looking at when they spoke to her, or at least what a certain type of man was looking at, but Irish wasn't giving off a skeevy vibe. If anything, he reminded her of Whistler, minus the hat. Companionable, but not presumptuous.

Her posture loosened up a little more. She began to pick at the label of her beer bottle, peeling it off in strips. "So you're not here to jump right into the ring and you can't see a joint like this as a pick-up scene." The vampire's head tipped to the left. The blue streaks in her hair had faded. She was going to have to go back to the salon and get them retouched.

"C'mon, you can tell me. What am I gonna do, tell on you?"