Just a coffee (On Pause)

[Scythian Chornovyl]

[glow=red,2,300]Sorry for the sudden halt. This thread is on pause untill I can devote a decent amount of time to games.[/glow]




It's been a while since his last holy water was thrown. Aside from his short exodus from the city, it's been a near constant progression from one fight to the other. And aside from that Dumont slip up, it's been going pretty well.

But now...


"Welcome to cafe Damari, what can.."

"Coffee"

"Do you want a latte or a cap.."

"A coffee. Hot water. Beans. Coffee."

"Cream or milk. Do you like suga..?"

"Just a goddamn coffee"

"And what size?"

"Large."

"Do you me.."

Enough was enough. "I mean large! Turn your shiny little head around and look at the cups. See that one that is bigger, holds greater volume,.. is large? That's the one. Pick it up, and fill it with black ass regular ass coffee!

...How much? For coffee?! I hope you choke.."


"Thank you."

He sat down at a table by a window staring blankly at the steam rising in twirls from his.. clearly creamed coffee. What is the life of a warrior with no battle to fight... maybe the samurai had it right, he thought.

Looking back at his coffee "Terrible jackass..."

[aristeen]

*With briefcase in tow, I walk in and head for the counter. Automatically I hold my free hand up to let the clerk know I was busy reading the menu. Finally realizing I wasn't in the mood for anything fancy, I clear my throat...*

"How may I help you ma'am?"

"Coffee with cream and make it a medium please."

*With a nod of his head, I busied myself grabbing a couple napkins and checking to see if I needed to sharpen my elbows to get a seat. As luck would have it, it wasn't busy at all. I spot a table three fourths of the way down.*

"Here's your coffee ma'am. That'll be...."

*I toss a $5 bill at him, grab my coffee and head for my table. On my little stroll, I see Scy. Not bothering to stop, only because he looks preoccupied I quickly comment...*

"Hi Scy, nice night for a coffee....how goes it?"

*Not really thinking about what I was doing, just intent on finishing up the paperwork for school, I walk on past without waiting for an answer. Sitting at the table with my coffee in front of me, I place the briefcase on the table also. Opening it up with the loud clicks of the locks, I start shuffling through essays.

Finding the file that had yet to be graded, I pull it out, close the briefcase and set it on the floor next to me. Looking up, hoping for a distraction of some sort, whether it be earth quake, hurricane, large explosion, I didn't care. My eyes felt ready to fall out of their sockets and my head was killing me.

Finally, I look back down and start focusing on the parchments. Taking a sip of my coffee, I figure I'd better get busy, else I'll be in here all night long.*

[Scythian Chornovyl]

SVITLO ROCKS

With a half smurk on his face Scythian admired his carved testiment to the cafe' table. Then as he sipped his coffee all satisfaction was in an instant drained from his expression. He begrudgingly swallowed the burnt bitterness of his coffee. The aftertaste was like sucking a mouthfull of corroded copper coins. The sourness was forgotten in a moment when he noticed a display of the most lovely curved flesh walking past him. Depraved and selfish thoughts filled his mind.

[glow=red,2,300]"Hi Scy, nice night for a coffee....how goes it?"[/glow]

Shit, he though. How do I know her? The drugs had apparently taken their effect on his mind afterall. He decided to take action. Standing up he knocked his coffee onto the ground. The scent of raw earth rose in the steam as he walked towards the girls table. A quick second-sight and the lapse of memory was moot.

"My lovely aristeen, you are right.. or you would be if the flavor of the day wasn't raw sewage." He smiled at her and then sat without asking. He couldn't help but noticeing some form of document laid out before her. Knowing the ways of this city he assumed it was a divorce or a marrage, neither mattered to him though.

"What is this you burdon yourself with? Let us leave this festering shit hole and have some fun, yes?"

[Kemp]

Kemp silently glared at the vampiric vandal. With economy of movement he fists the cloth he uses to wipe the counter and walks over to the table.

In absolute silence he stoops and wipes, brushing away chips of wood and stares at the vandalism. Bending at the knees he then takes his rag and wipes the flower, folding the clothes once as the liquid soaks through.

His brow knits into an annoyed line. He wasn’t a complex vampire, there was little he asked of himself or of the city he’d come to live in. A good warm meal, a stable trouble free existence doing an honest night’s work. He didn’t understand the dramas of this city, or of the vampires that populated it. He didn’t converse with them, he didn’t socialize with them and he felt little to no regard for any of their politics or their reasons. He just knew that scarring a table in a facility that was not your own was wrong. That it was in the café he oversaw was even worse.

With even more economy his hand reached up to grab the neck of the offending vampire and with little aplomb he brought that head down onto the surface of the table with a hard thunk. No expression crossed his features as he bashed the vampire’s head against the table and with restrained use of energy he released the vampire and walked back to the counter.

It was a simple point, made in a blunt manner for the maximum of effect. No verbal communication was required, nor did Kemp feel inclined to partake of any.

Throwing the next customer in line a look he spoke for the first time, voice low, but steady, no change in the cadence to match the quiet violence of his abrupt action. Just asking, as he always asked every customer when they stood before him.

“Order?”

That the customer looked at him with the blatantly blank look of a person who didn’t quite know what to do didn’t bother him an iota. Instead he stared blandly in return, waiting as he always did for their order.

[merlin]

Merlin downs the dregs of his fourth large cappuccino. He has to admit, coffee has vastly improved since he was last in a position to drink it, although he is starting to feel a little sick. Sated for the moment, he leans back and scans the cafe, indulging in the age old pastime of people watching.

Spying Scythian, he watches with a wry grin as the vampire carves some writing in the table, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth as he works the blade. Merlin watches as the slovenly pire flirts badly with a passing wench. Undecided whether to strike up a conversation or toss the figure some spare change, he dithers.

His mind is made up when the barrista hammers the poor fellow's head on the table. With lightning speed, he has a friendly arm wrapped around Kemp. "Good day, sir - I'd just like to offer a friendly warning. This gentleman here is behaving like he owns the place because he is fucking the proprietor. I'd hate to see you lose your job over his boorish antics".

[Scythian Chornovyl]

With his guard lightened by the presence of lovely flesh Scythian did not notice the vampire servant creeping up behind him. Utter suprise when the little creep bounced his head off of the table of the lovely lady he was courting.

Confusion turned quickly into rage. The nerve of that puny little shit laying a hand on me, he thought to himself as a grin of anticapation crawled across his face. The drink jokey was a poor excuse for a vampire. He wouldn't have been able to as much as blow a strand of his hair if it weren't for the sneekyness of his assult. With his superior celerity, Scythian pounced feircly over the counter at the little piss ant. The register and several pots of coffee crashing to the floor nearly as violently as the vampire Kemp. Overwhelming him with strength Scythian struck Kemp with several hard blows to his mouth. A sick sort of giggle choaked out of Scythians throat as he saw Kemps fangs protruding from pulped flesh of his face.

Scythian says "Violence begets violence servant"

You burned Kemp with two shots of Garlic Spray!

The usual euphoria of bloodshed lifted his spirits once more. He considered further mutilating the tender, but ultimatly decided not to. It was a small offence the tender had commited, and Scythian was satisfied that his retribution was just.

Scythian licked the blood from his knuckles, tasting some of his own as kemps now exposed teeth had cut up his fist a bit. He calmly walked back to the vampiress and retook his seat.

"Sorry about that darling, it seems the help needed to learn his place...I'm starting to think I should leave. Care to join me outside mi'amore?"

[aristeen]

*Whilst grading student essays, I realize a pyre is standing by my table. Continuing on with my reading I hear him speak up....*

<snip>"What is this you burdon yourself with? Let us leave this festering shit hole and have some fun, yes?" <Scythian>

*Still without looking at Scy a very mischievous smile crosses my lips. As I reach down to grab my briefcase and in my best southern drawl....*

"Why m'dearest Scy, I DO declare! I'm working on...."

*Just then I was so rudely interrupted by some other pyre, who apparently snuck up behind Scy, grabbed him and slammed his head down onto the table. Next, what insued was an amazing feat on Scys' part.

Whilst all the commotion took place, I very neatly placed all the files back in my case. As soon as the click of the locks were set, Scy strolled back up to my table.

Needless to say, I was quite the shocked lil pyress when he apologized for the little tit for tat, THEN called me "mi'amore?" Not wishing to show my puzzlement over such an endearment, considering we hardly knew one another; I shrugged it off, smiled and stood up.

Standing there, my face within a few inches of his, I smiled, my sweetest, most innocent smile. Leaning in even closer, I acted as though I were going to kiss him, but moved back again.....juuuust a little. I turn away from him and grab my brief case off the table and start heading towards the door.

Sending Scy a telepathic message....*

"Perhaps a little trouble is just what I need right now...."

(Modified for mispelled words...sorry)

[Shina]

Shina had never been much of an inhabitant for cafes, simply because they never seemed to occupy with conversation she was interested in. Her friends more often than not stayed in their own homes, and most didn’t bother with coffee: only blood. The Costigan had however heard great reviews on the hazelnut brew, and she always had a taste for the bean as long as it was loaded with cream and sugar.

Tonight seemed like a good night to visit, however, because some vampire was wreaking absolute havoc on the poor barista. Incessant shouting and rants over the price of a coffee, which in truth wasn’t as expensive as she assumed it would be, filled her ears.

Shina sat in solitude, simply twirling her spoon in the china mug. Tonight was a night to just observe—until she saw the raving man was Scythian. The vampire tilted forward, her thoughts abandoning her freshly brewed coffee. She had been meaning to get to know him better.

Garlic Spray to the barista. Scythian had proved a quick, violent hand just then. It surprised the woman. She thought he was more talk than truth, but she stood corrected. Shina ran a hand through her curled hair and decided she would tell him so!

Costigan waited until he had finished his conversation with another, sitting and stirring her drink, suddenly uninterested in the very thing that had lured her out of her cottage.

Shina shrugged and stood from her table, inhaling one last scent of the creamy coffee. Slipping over to Scythian, the vampire offered a small smile, nodding her head a bit. “How’s it going, Scythian? I’m Shina, in case you don’t remember. It has been quite a bit of time, has it not?” she said, staring at the blood that thinly dripped over the table with the slightest edge of desire and want.