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Reiden Murtock
Tink Mallery
Reiden Murtock
Tink Mallery
Reiden Murtock
Standing at 6'3 a man cladded in traveling garments fit to be swift in walked in to Lilith's Bar and Inn. This man's shoulders held over them a shredded green cloak that hid his light red hair. His clothes were out of date in this erra of time. The darkened sky blue eyes of the man were cast about the room to make sure it was safe and nothing would ambush him. On his back were two Katars that could be just as easily taken off to slay any enemies in his way.
"Igmh az voth!"
The man lowered his hood and shook his head in case of water in his hair. His hair covered one of his eyes and length was down to his chin.
*Alas hides behind my side* Hello, dear. Can I get you anything?
"Igmh az voth.."
He stood infront of the girl and removed his cloak, handing it to her. He strutted over to a chair and gave it a rough tug to seat himself. Both his hands were then laced together and resting on the top of the table.
*I raise an eyebrow and chuck his coat to the coat rack beside the door, where it neatly hangs itself as Alas practically cowers behind me, forcing me to sit on the edge of the couch* Would you like something to eat or drink?
The man's eyes slowly turned from his hands to the girl. They showed anger and hostility. He was very still in his seat.
"Smer...voth.."
His voice cracked under his anger with her constant asking of his food. Had he clearly not said to serve the food? Then just now to bring it? Such insolance in his world would bring execution.
You're not speaking a language I know. *Alas whimpers behind me as she starts to cry quietly and grabs Verus' hand* Unkie Vewus, will you stay wif me?
Verus smiled while walking towards Alas.
"I would love to stay with you darling, would you like a flower?" he asked her while sitting down on the floor beside the couch.
The man let out a "Tch.." then looked back at his hands. Was he not going to be served? This world had no order nor respect for higher personnel.
*Alas nods, sniffling* Will it make the bad man be nice to mommy? He's talking mean. I don't know what he's saying, but it's scawy.
*I close my eyes* Look, I can't get you anything if I don't understand what you're saying. And you're scaring the hell out of my daughter.
Verus smiled towards the girl and clapped his hands.
When he moved his left hand away from his right, a black rose appeared.
Verus smiled and handed it to her.
"This rose is different from the ones I usually make."
He chuckled quietly before continuing.
"It changes color with your mood, It's black right now because you haven't touched it."
Verus decided to answer her fallowing question.
"If your mother wants help, then she can ask me, until then, I can't do anything, for she is still mad at me.
*I shake my head* I was never really mad at you. Just worried about you. I don't really know what to do now, I have no idea what he's saying, so I don't know how to tell him he's being a d**k.
Verus stood up and smiled.
"Allow me."
With a few strides across the room Verus was standing in front of the man, his sarcastic smile painted on his face.
"Hello sir." he said in a smooth voice, his red and black multicolored eyes fixated upon the man, not blinking.
His black and red streaked hair waved from the dark matter that was built up around him, but not visible to the naked eye.
*Alas peeps out* Be nice, Unkie Vewus. If you're mean, he won't be nice. *I smile* That's toddler-speak for 'no violence'.
Verus turned from the man for a moment and winked towards the child.
"Your wish is my command." he said softly, while turning back.
*Alas smiles at him before hiding behind me, leaving only a small part of her head out, just enough to watch her uncle*
He looked back up from his hands, hearing the weird new spoken language. But what he saw were not the usual clothes he was used to. Oh no..He found this man wearing peculiar armor of some sort though it seemed to be of cloth. The man reached over and started feeling the cloth then tugging on it to measure up his own inquiries of it.
"Blothr..?"
*I cough to cover the laugh that escapes momentarily, wondering how Verus would react to that*
Verus looked at him with an eyebrow raised.
"Uhh..Jacket?" he said, pointing out the red jacket that he always wore.
*Alas giggles before realizing that it would give away her incredible hiding place*
Verus walked away from the man at the bar. "I don't think he likes me." he said softly while sitting back down on the floor in front of the couch.
