The Character Tavern

"Your time stopped." Seres said, thoughtfully. "Are you dealing with any large source of magical power? Usually, if one deals with large amounts of magical power, they tend not to age." The bartender set the glass down.
"You're going to get drunk," he said.
Seres shook his head, "I need stronger stuff to get me drunk." He took a sip of the drink. The liquid numbing the pain in his soul. He turned back to Antoine and waited for his answer.

"I am infact, dealing with a large amount of magical energy. Perhaps since I am the most powerful Wizard in the area at the moment, though only being half-wizard I don't have all the abilities most do. I am half-wizard and half-shifter." he said, "It's an unnatural combination which is why I am an outcast among the preternatural society." he sighed, "I can no longer age, and for that I am atleast a slight bit grateful." he told Seres. He raised his glass to his lips and this time downed it in one mouthful. "I need something stronger, right now." he said, then turned to the bartender and eyed him carefully and for a long time. The bartender nodded, as though a conversation had just been finished, and brought three large bottles of whiskey and set them on the counter infront of Antoine, leaving and not once asking for any payment.

"Ah" Seres took another sip of his drink. "Are you still mortal?" he asked, curious. I wonder if he's dealing with Elaragnia also? He rubbed his wrist absently, staring into the depths of his drink. The pain wasn't dimming now. It swirled around, making his chest feel tight and his wrists burn. I should leave soon.

"On a technicality." he said, "Yes, I am more of a half-breed however." he responded, his wrist aching slightly after having been numbed so thoroughly. "I would like to ask you if you'd care come over to my place and see what it is I've been working on. It's slightly abnormal and yet .. I need aid in controlling it."

Should I? "I'm afraid I wouldn't be much help. I can't use magic." Will not, actually, but he doesn't need to know that. He drained his glass and signaled the bartender for another.

Antoine looked at the man thoughtfully, "Can't or won't?" he asked, his unusual eyes returning to their original black state. He reached for the bottle of whiskey and drained it without blinking, his liver system disolving the alcohol before it could take effect. "I don't need magic, anyways." he responded, sighing.

Seres shrugged. "I try no to," he admitted. " Using magic has," he tapped his fingers on the bar, " detrimental effects for me."

"Ah," he breathed, "It happens." he responded casually, returning to the other bottle of whiskey infront of him. "It takes it's toll on me, however, I do tend to use it very often."

The bartender brought his drink. Seres nodded his thanks and turned back to Antoine. "What else does it do to you?"

Antoine looked away, before speaking. "It takes away a part of my human-self at every time I use it." he sighed, his black eyes returned to stare at his chaffing hands. His ears strained as the Tavern's door opened and squealed to a shut.
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A large, burly man entered the Tavern. A bow slung carelessly across his back and his cobalt blue eyes darted around cautiously before sliding into a booth, toying with the menu he sat on edge. Perched, ready to retaliate to anything that may happen.
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Antoine looked over at Seres, "Could you give me a moment?" he asked, "What? What's going on?" Seres asked. "I have some business to take care of." he said vaguely turning away and sliding off of his chair and circling his hands in a sharp motion before a soft glow of black and red light began to form. He slunk towards the back of the Tavern, pressed against the wall and watching the man named Deiter.

We are alike. Seres watched him, noting the tenseness of his posture. He took another sip and asked the bartender, hovering near their side of the bar, "Do you have anything stronger?"

Suddenly, the door banged open; letting in a blast of cold air.
"Looks like there's a storm coming." The tall man who stepped in through the door remarked. He drifted over and faded into the faces in the tavern.

I sigh and run my fingers quickly through my hair before moving away, feeling annoyed. "Since my day has become unnaturally weird--and that's saying something because I live with someone who can make rainbow colored fire--I'm leaving." I say, and creep away--naturally.

Seres frowned and checked his watch. It was past time for him to leave. The bartender didn't have anything stronger, so he drained his drink, set it on the bar and paid the bill. He glanced at Antoine, wondering if he should go over.

Antoine suddenly looked up, lip curled back from shockingly white teeth as he looked around for something unnatural but there didn't seem to be anything, the only problem was that when his attention refocused on the man, Dieter, he was gone. He hissed in an angry breath, eyes ablaze like black alabaster.