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Post by Jules on Feb 11, 2008 18:48:29 GMT -5
Grinning at Alexander, because really, she was incredibly quick to let go of a grudge, she said "Oh good. I was really concerned that I was going to get myself decapitated." Which was actually almost true. It had been a minute worry.
When the fight started to break out, Zizzy turned towards it with delight unmasked in her now-brightened grey eyes.
"I don't know. He did try to clean The Faded." She pointed out, as if this really held some relevance towards his fighting capabilities.
"Tell you what, if Mr. Lovensky does kick both their asses, you can buy me a drink. If either of the two wins, I'll let you give me a drink. Sound fair?" But Zizzy was grinning to show that she was (mostly) joking.
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Post by rose on Feb 11, 2008 19:21:47 GMT -5
Their conversation would have resulted in the rare occurrence that was the Yuri Lovensky grin, had the male heard them. Unfortunately, the increasing drunken accusations and retaliations from Old Nightmare Cedric and the unnamed other.
"Hey!" Yuri cried, attempting to snatch the collar of Cedric's stained shirt, the older male being somewhat easier to restrain- that was, if the bartender caught him. "Break it up you two!" He was met with a heavy right hook, aimed unaccurately at the cheating Nightmare, Yuri's lip bearing the brunt of the blow, and splitting slightly, blood swelling at the gap. His second attempt to quell the brawl (now escalating to one gripping the other in a headlock as tispy bystanders egged them on), was to grab their drinks swiftly before the table was upturned, and throw the contents over their heads. Much like his first, it resulted in failure.
They leave me no choice, he noted mentally, a silver swirl of cloud forming in his gloved hand, settling to create a black violin. Placing the end instrument safely between his chin and shoulder, bow settled upon the strings, Yuri inhaled deeply, psyching himself up for the pain which would shortly plague his body. He began to play, eyes now shut in concentration, a soft, harmonic melody emanating from the violin. Targeting it towards the crowd, Yuri hoped that the other pundits in the bar would not be affected as severely as he, or the rowdy ones were by the Dream song.
((Yeah... xD Correct me if I'm wrong please, I just wanted Yuri to do something other than serve drinks all day. :3))
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 11, 2008 19:32:36 GMT -5
ooc; No, you'll have to correct me if I get something wrong, because I think I get it, but I'm not entirely sure.
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When Yuri became the landing spot for a well aimed punch, Alexander went tense, straightening from where he had been leaning languidly on the counter. He was prepared to step in if needed. Poor guy was only doing his job, after all. Well, okay. He just wanted an excuse to fight/show-off-more.
The drinks on the head only riled the fighters. Alexander winced. "Not helping..." he muttered distractedly under his breath. And then Yuri dawned a look of determination, and Alexander thought, He'll be alright.
Until Yuri pulled out a violin.
The whole thing seemed a bit like something Julien would do. Both opera-esque in drama, and essentially, useless. But as the melody floated to the air and reached his ears (or rather slammed violently into his ears) he covered them with his hands, grimacing and clenching his teeth. "Ooooowww...."
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Post by Jules on Feb 11, 2008 19:41:11 GMT -5
Zizzy had been about to laugh when Yuri pulled out a violin. Seriously, what good was that going to do anyone? But then he started to play.
She gave it a little upset noise that sounded like thunder might if thunder whimpered, and clamped her hands over her ears. Her face winced with pain and her cheeks flushed that odd white-blue.
"Well, that explains the cleaning." She muttered.
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Post by rose on Feb 11, 2008 19:47:45 GMT -5
The enchantingly haunting solo drifted through the atmosphere with the regal grace of a swan, though pierced the eardrums of many of the Nightmares with the crudeness of a dagger. They were not alone in the pain which came hand in hand with the Dream song- the musician was undoubtedly bearing much pain himself. As his hands worked at the fingerboard in tandem with the bow, some of the notes he produced came out shaky, enable the ex-brawlers to experience a mini-reprieve. The lip wasn't the only part of him which was pulsing with unwanted stabs of pain, his head was throbbing intensely, half of his mixed blood churned within his veins.
As Yuri's song continued, the male merely strived to play faster, to try and complete the melody before his Nightmare side grew mad with agony.
Finally, it was over, drops of perspiration clustered at his pallid brow, Yuri clutching the neck of the violin tightly within his hand, enabling those who could still look at him to see it trembling profusely.
"I hope that you vill learn to keep your tempers, gentlemen," he muttered between breaths, stumbling back towards the bar before anyone could launch themselves at him. He had to get out of there, before they gained enough sobriety and composition to make the accusation that he was a Dream, spying on them.
Damn his parents. Damn his stupid idea.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 12, 2008 23:38:39 GMT -5
The song seemed determined to grow louder and stronger every second. Somewhere inside him, the quite isolated and alone spot of Dream danced merrily and happily, but it was sufficiently quelled by the agonized screams of everything Nightmare him, which was, as he liked to boast, most everything.
When it finally abated, the temperature in the radius of the prince had made an exponential leap, and the air around him seemed to shimmer with heat. "Damn," he cursed, rubbing his temples. He glanced up just as Yuri made it back to the counter. He frowned, and then sent Zizzy a half confused, half concerned glance.
"Alright, Yuri?" His voice was a bit thick with the aftershocks of pain. "Can't say that was smart of you if you knew you would be affected too...."
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Post by Jules on Feb 12, 2008 23:45:25 GMT -5
Zizzy had her hands pressed against her temples in a futile attempt to push away the pounding headache. When Yuri returned to his position behind the bar, her face was conveying copious amounts of rage.
"You twit!" She yelped at him. "You had to pull some stupid little stunt like that just because some blokes were fighting? Seriously, learn how to throw a punch." And with that she crossed her arms and looked suffieciently grumpy, cheeks flushed blue with anger. Little bolts of electricity about the size and width of toothpicks crawled over her body with a faint crackling sound. It would take her a moment to calm down.
"You bloody well owe me a drink." She declared, her voice rougher and less 'human' sounding then usual.
She shot Alexander a look that dared him to reprimand her little burst of anger.
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Post by rose on Feb 13, 2008 7:08:56 GMT -5
"Meh," Yuri merely grunted in response. "It vas the only vay to stop them, violence isn't my thing," he indicated to his now swollen lip, the blood which has oozed slowly from the gash now dribbling down his chin. Albeit a little shakily, he swiped a random shot glass from those stacked up beneath the counter, and poured himself some Vodka- well, what looked like Vodka anyhow.
After slamming it down, the male stared at them piercingly, as if what they had just said to him was a load of bull, though he knew he would have to give them both a free drink to appease them- something else which would come out of his wages. "I am used to the pain," he drawled, clutching the empty container in his hands. "But I am sorry if it affected you too- I didn't mean for it to be that loud, or potent." He tipped the brim of his hat downwards, hands still trembling from the aftershock. "But now you might be able to assume vhy I don't act like your standard Nightmare. Vhat can I get you, madam?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 14, 2008 0:32:42 GMT -5
Learn how to throw a punch. He was starting to like this girl more and more. She looked like a miniature, seriously pissed off, powerhouse. Unable to resist, he reached out and pressed a fingertip to her arm. A jolt instantly went through him and his hair stood on end. "Ow!" he yelped, but the way it came out, he may as well have been shouting, Hooray! He grinned crookedly at her, smoke curling off his finger. "Nice."
He glanced at Yuri, a mixture of amusement and disbelief in his eyes. "Hate to be the one to break this to you, but if you were going for non-violent, then you failed miserably." He absently rubbed at his still aching ears.
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Post by Jules on Feb 14, 2008 1:00:13 GMT -5
Zizzy stared in disbelief at Yuri. "So, let me get this straight? Instead of lowering yourself to 'violence', to deal with two brawlers you decide to attack an entire barful of Nightmares, while also hurting yourself? You dumbass." She growled. "You can get me whatever most closely resembles whiskey." Zizzy still didn't look pleased, but her cheeks faded. However, she still resembled a live-wire.
When Alexander poked her, she turned to glare at him, sitting there with his finger smoking, but instead broke out into a grin. The little bolts scurried away, seemingly to melt effortlessly back into her skin. Releasing her arms from their tightly wound crossing, she rested her elbows on the bar.
Her headache was still going strong, but Zizzy wasn't worried that her brain would start leaking out her ear anymore.
Unable to resist just a little pay back, Zizzy sent a small (about the sting of a Jellyfish) skittering Yuri's way. Hopefully, he had a poor heart.
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Post by rose on Feb 14, 2008 9:09:27 GMT -5
"Hmph," Yuri chose not to look at them as he busied himself with the free drink she'd demanded. "I vould not be so stupid to attack an entire bar on purpose." The mutter was mostly inaudible, the comments they made were fair, but he didn't take them to heart. It had been a risk, his intentions had failed, and the male understood that most of the other customers would shortly seek revenge.
Zizzy's form of pay-back was more successful than they may had anticipated. It lashed at Yuri's arm, the one carrying the heavy-looking bottle of what he assumed to be whiskey, causing his fingers to stiffen as it temporarily paralysed him. Combined with his already shaken state, it was too much, and yet another decanter was destroyed, thanks to Mr. Lovensky.
"It vould seem that today isn't my day," he speculated, awaiting their next comments on his actions. "Oh vell. Perhaps I'll take my break now." The suggestion was to himself, not directing it at either one of the customers. He removed the apron and slung it over the bar, searching for his jacket. "Vatch the bar for a vhile, okay?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 15, 2008 15:48:50 GMT -5
Alexander politely turned his laugh into a deft cough when Yuri dropped the bottle. Poor guy. This just wasn't his day.
"Hey-- I thought it was great. Pretty impressive to create such chaos with music alone. I'm actually jealous. Opera is like that, but I think it may just me be whose eardrums bleed while listening..." He trailed off and then grinned brightly, a glint of mischief sparking his eyes. "You couldn't be more right, though. You've worked hard." He hoisted himself up onto the counter with one hand and, with surprising agility, spung over the side to stand next to Yuri.
"I can totally handle this," he said with a jaunty salute, eyes sweeping over the numerous bottles.
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Post by Jules on Feb 15, 2008 16:41:44 GMT -5
Of course, Zizzy's mood, once revenge had been exacted, mellowed instantly. Yuri had payed enough, besides, her head ache was now ebbing away.
"Watch the bar?" She repeated with a grin, following Alexander's lead, and hopping over with considerable less agility. Zizzy simply sat on the bar and then swung her legs over and ended up beside Alex.
"Do I get payed?" It was really only half-a-joke. Money in the pocket would be nice. Especially if she'd be covering for the apparent-Marelock. She started looking around, under the counter and discovered several things that probably shouldn't exist in any establishment that served things people ingested.
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Post by rose on Feb 15, 2008 17:11:35 GMT -5
"Tell you vhat," Yuri clasped his hands together with a distinct lack of enthusiasm, hankering to get outside in the fresh air in order to regain clarity within his mind. "Vhen I get back, you can have free drinks from then until you leave. But if that doesn't satisfy you, you can split vhatever's left of my impendingly abismal pay check and have that." Sure, he wouldn't be able to make this month's rent, but a few nights out on the street wouldn't hurt him- he could just spend time manipulating human dreams.
"Hmph," he exalted, brows raising in slight amusement at Alexander's remark. "Your ears vouldn't always bleed, that vas merely a Dream song. Had I played a different one, you might have enjoyed it."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 15, 2008 17:41:30 GMT -5
"Ah," Alexander grinned. "Then your true bill is to play real music for me sometime. Something dark, yes?" Not that he was a music expert, but if something was so Dream-like that it made your head explode with pain, then how thrilling would it be to hear an equally powerful Nightmare version?
The slightly tense mention of money that was being passed around both bored and disinterested him. He vowed to force a few gold coins down both of their throats, just so it wouldn't come up again for awhile. "We'll take the free drinks, and we spit on your paycheck." He stepped on Zizzy's foot. "Right?"
He waved Yuri off. "Go, go. Relax." He turned to Zizzy, twirling a grand total of three bottles around in his fingers in a weird sort of juggling, twist move. "Now then, my dear lightning bug, how good are you at shots?"
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