The Character Tavern

Vincent sat there glowering at the niches in the tabletop. He glanced around him and saw a girl pull an others hood down. He shrugged and was about to turn back when he saw her face. She was an albino. The other girl was laughing loudly. He stood swiftly, he didn't know her but no one deserved to be treated like that. He stalked over there and said, "Hey, leave her alone."

"Why?" The other girl asked. "It's none of your business."

"Because I can kill you."

They backed off and rightly so, he didn't want to hurt them. He turned to speak to the albino, but saw that she was walking away, snuffling. He hurried after her.

Alyssa

Alyssa wiped her eyes angrily. It had been stupid to come here... she should have expected something like this... It wasn't fair! No matter what she was doing, if it was in a public place, she always had to cover her face or risk injury, ridicule, and death. Sometimes she wished it would just end.

Then someone touched her shoulder.

She whirled around, tense. A man was standing there. She grimaced. He'd been looking when her hood had been pulled down. "Are you going to make fun of my face too?" she asked hoarsely.

Grant Blayfur

Grant walked into the tavern, his face hidden behind the hood of his sweatshirt. Don't let them see you, he thought. Don't let them know you're face! He glided silently over to a dark corner and pulled out a phone, and proceeded to click the buttons before flipping it closed again hurridly. I hope he gets here soon...

"No. In fact it appears I'm the only one who is not laughing at you."

"Then what do you want?" She asked hoarsely.

"Just getting those bozos off your back," he replied indifferently. He walked over to a stool and sat down. "What's your name? Mine's Vincent."

Alyssa

She hesitated, but then followed him and slowly sat down, pulling her hood lower down over her face. "Alyssa," she said quietly. She didn't understand why he wasn't laughing and poking fun at her too.

He sighed. "I can see you're wondering why I not mocking you, Alyssa."

She nodded slightly.

"Well, not many people know this but, my little sister was an albino. Everyone laughed at her. It drove her insane. She committed suicide at 14 years old." He said quietly. He motioned the bartender over. "I'll have that drink now."

The bartender nodded like he'd expected as much.

"So what about you?" Turning back to her. "What's your story?

(Larii)
Walking over to the guy and the albino, Vincer or something like that, I speak calmly
"Your not the only one not laughing. I dont see whats funny about people being different, I mean where I come from, being different is a good thing."
Suddely feeling bored, I conjure a Shadow Orb and throw it across the room, it smashes into the wall, sounding like broken glass, everyone jumps, but I smile, there are little spots of darkness all over the floor now.
"Sorry about that, I had the sundden urge to throw something, and the wall seemed strong enough to withstand a weak Shadow Orb like that, I'm out of practice, I should be musch bigger. Imagine, if a Fire Chaser or and Air Sender, or maybe even a Light Demon came here,I'd realize why Miila always fussed at me about practicing!" Simply for fun, I created another Orb in my hand, making it as large as I could.
"So," I ask the man, "Whats your name?"

"Vincent." He replied intently.

He reached over and picked up the drink he had ordered, payed the bartender, and drank deeply. Turning back to the girl he asked, "What's yours?"

(Larii)
I looked at the man, then self concioncely smoothed my dress.
"Larii, I'm a Shadow Caller, and since everyone here seems to have a power, what's yours?"

He just looked at her silently, then he threw back his red trench coat. Across his chest were at least a dozen knives, and along his belt were three intimidating looking pistols.
"Do I look like I need a power?"

(Larii)
Thinking of all the ways I could enchant the weapons,
"I suppose not, but wouldnt it be easier if the bullet couldnt be seen until it hits the target?"
As if to show my point, I flick my wrist slightly and moments later a knife appears with a thud, protruding from the wall.

Grant glanced over towards the door, where another figure in a dark sweatshirt with the hood up walked in. The person was hunched over and walking with a slight gait. Grant stealthily approached the figure and whispered intently "What's with the old witch look?" In response Maddox Blayfur raised his head and said "Would you like an apple, my precioussss?" He laughed out loud as Grant tried to calm him down.

He raised his eyebrows, seeming impressed. Then, ordered another drink.

Boom!

He stood with his pistol in his hand, smoking. Looking over at the pillar where he shot at was the knife. All around it were three large holes. Taking a long gulp of his drink he asked, "Could you see that?"

(Larii)
"A little, your shadow's essence moved, i felt it" HE looked slightly annoyed, GOod, maybe I'll show people how tough I am after all, I made the orb in my hand grow, it ws about the size of three times my head now. "Anyone want a Shadow Orb? Can only be used once, but deadly to most creatures!"

He sat back down slowly, nodded to Larii slightly, as if acknowledging defeat.

He took another drink while listening to her question intently.

"I think I'll pass..." He answered. Then looked around the room expectantly.