Chrone Ragnarok: :The door opened, within came the man, his face shapeless, almost drugged appearing. With the wind flowed his long wavy silver mane, his emerald pools rather distant. The wind carried the scent of him, a smell of some cologne that seemed somewhat appealing with its cedar and pine mix. He walked through the room, and soon his masculinity could be appreciated. Though he wore a simple outfit of black pants and leather jacket it could be told his body was rigid with muscle. His thick arms seemed rather bowed with his mass of hard flesh. Upon his crown was a black, velvety Stetson. His chin prickly with a three day old beard that gave his rustic roots a handsome, woodsy spin. He walked rather flamboyantly, his strides long, his steps loud under his boots. Upon him was two weapons, their barrels large, these form of fire arm, unknown. He stopped, looking at the run down place before hurrying in an uncaring manner to the bar.. he needed booze... badly..:

Akari Chapelo: ::Complacently appeared to slide along the splintery rafter tops, whilst glistening obsidian orbs spied a rather virile creature. The vixen disappeared momentarily behind a vertical beam, descending lithe digits across one of its sharp rims. Peering along-side she hushed her footsteps, so as not to bring any attention to herself while examining the only other mobile thing in the vicinity. The conclusion that he was of human nature had been made, noting it fled directly toward the liquor, which she was sure was plentiful, strangely enough.::

Chrone Ragnarok: :He moved to the bar, glancing over, his green jewels searched accurately, he dug into a bow. Thick digits wrapped around a bottle, thank god it was winter.. the brew was cold. He used a simple lever of his thumb and flicked the beer cap off, it pinged off with remarkable momentum, ricocheting off a wall. He smiled at the smell of beer before taking a drink, sweet alcohol highlighted his senses, with a sigh, he felt alive again. He brushed about picking up the case of bottle and bringing them to a place were he could pick one each time he finished. He nursed his beer rather quickly, seeing intoxication as the best thing in life. His distant eyes began to look about.: "What a shit hole..", he said in low rustic tones. His accent was of what he appeared, western, rich with the country side that he smelled off as if the Ozarks had been breed into his genetics.:

Akari Chapelo: ::More than anything else in the world, Akari enjoyed watching humans go about common rituals. She followed this newly confirmed male, for he'd been far too burly to be any female, from her balanced point in the ceiling's support. The bottom halves of her eyelids seemed to pull upward, giving them the narrowed look among high cheek bones; those which made her jaw line stronger, as it drew the face up. Like a doll mask blessed with the ability to move. She did this in a rather slow-paced manner. Needless to rush anything. And oh, the disgusting things this one did. She recalled how much she detested the fragrance of mortal foods and beverages. The bridge of her nose seemed to rise, scrunching a little.::

Chrone Ragnarok: :Soon he had taken care of three beers, not even shifted the slightest. He sighed, flicking off another cap, his emerald pools distant, a small smile on his lips. His smile seemed to make his eyes, distant, he was in thought or remembering. He shifted on his seat, making it creak under his weight. He pulled out one of his sides arms. The revolver was unique in design, seeming to be of distant technology. He twirled the trigger ring on one of his fingers, the weapon hissed in the wind with how it swung. He stopped, fast, his hand closing on the handle, he pointing up at the rafters.: "I smell a woman.. Y'can come on out.. I don't bite... unless you're in that mood" : His smile grew slightly, a woman... something of interest. He downed the beer, one swig emptied the remains of the half drank bottle. He set it down neatly, his eyes looking about.. he may be lying though.. he often did this while he was alone... just to sound more in tune. But could one call his bluff?:

Akari Chapelo: ::In a rather unexpected, though surely undetected series of events, the minx had shifted herself from one position to another. The aforementioned discarded bottle cap seemed not to make a sound. Clasped in her medium sized alabaster palms. Found out? Perhaps. Though it was curious how the man sensed her there, given that she possessed no actual scent. Possibly a knack for detecting anything female. Though rather cleverly sifting through the room, the effigy of a tall, svelte female presented itself upon the bar top. Seeming to have just appeared there, out of thin air. Her booted legs hung idly off the counter top, crossed daintily at the ankles. She seemed harmless enough, with such girlish physique and a naturally helpless air, suited for the occasion. Lustrous tresses of deep blue spilt over her back, which had been ribbed with the cords of considerably backless dress, ending at the tailbone, or perhaps just above. The side of her right thigh shone scantily through the slit, whose flap moved in alteration with her swaying feet. The gentle fixation of dark, liquidy eyes fell elsewhere. She would be noticed for something, if not a hallucination.::

Chrone Ragnarok: :Distant eyes looked at her, soft and sweet was his gaze, though it seemed unfocused. He settled his gun in his holster with the rasp of metal on old suede. His little smile seemed more impishly shy, alluring as though he was naive. He looked at the beer, thinking of its age, women don't just appear... well ..there was that one time.. no three times..... hmm maybe women do just appear out of thin air... He considered calling out that there was a woman present more often, perhaps they might present themselves, like this one. He noticed he had been musing for some time, though he drank his beer in this time. He opened another with his hardy digits, the cap went flying and ricocheting with his brute power. He took a swig before looking at her, nonchalantly yet his own eyes alluring with their lack of care.: "Ello Ma'am", he said, his hand raised to tip his hat to her, his silver mane shifted over his shoulders, flowing with its satiny softness in waves like water. "Can I help you?", his accent wove into his words, perhaps he was a simple hick.:

Akari Chapelo: ::The woman's mouth, though small, seemed very generous, and it moved by means to form a smirk. Inebriated mortals were always the most amusing to toy with, she thought. By way of answering, the female slithered a leg beneath the apparently weak fabric of her gown, crossing it over the other. Her voice seemed rather articulate, French accented at best, and when she did speak, it was her sheer carelessness through body language which distracted. Something seemed wrong, quite wrong.:: Rather fine this evening. ::She canted her head to the side, finally taking a look at him. Before it had seemed rather impersonal, that was.. her existence there.::

Chrone Ragnarok: :Smiles, something about her was alluring.. maybe legs... yes legs. He looked at the finely crafted thighs and calves with some tedium in checking them out. He finally moves up her body, 'tummy.. so what.. ah... boobs... Hmm you'd think with this cold there's be head lighters... but no... 'He shook his head, taking of his hat as he closed his green prisms. He set his hat down, his hair seemed to raise with his new freedom, flowing as he rested his left arm on the counter to looks at her.: "And what brings ya out here?": Apparently his accent couldn't be compared to French, he knew her accent well, he disliked French people, so snooty. And the Americans constantly saved their asses... pathetic Europeans.: "I mean this is a hell hole, out in the middle of no where, in winter, and you don't seem dressed for the occasion.": he carelessly reached to hold the hem of her dress, his rough fingers, pleasantly warm touching her skin, they contrasted heavily. He rubbed the fabric between his fingers as if he could set it ablaze.: "Rather thin and your skin doesn't seem the type for this weather." He got a bright idea, he removed his coat, beneath it was a western, long sleeve shirt with red designs running up his breast pockets. Around his side and shoulders, diagonally, ran a strap of leather. On his back was a sheath, out hung the handle of a blade, the green gem if seemed to come alive when light hit it. A Star emerald? .. Green Star sapphire? ..it was something... but what?:

Akari Chapelo: ::Quirking a brow beneath thick bangs, Akari examined the man as he toggled with her dress, expressing such concern for a creature so numb to temperature, it lacked comical value. Something tipped her off about the man's way of speaking, his mannerisms, even. He knew of her kind, yes. And likely to be quite familiar with them. Akari shifted atop the bar and allowed him to touch her skin, if only for a moment. The genuine coolness it gave off, similar to what one would feel in a statue, standing in the middle of ..anywhere, really. Rock never seemed to possess and warmth. And its texture, that of polished ivory. She offered another quaint smile to the man, sensing he only meant to be courteous.:: Just passing through, it's rather windy outside, and I believe there's a storm brewing. Wouldn't want to get caught in the rain, now would I? ::Lithe digits caressed the smooth counter top thoughtfully.:: And no need to fret, I'll be fine.

Chrone Ragnarok: :Smiles rather plainly, with drawling his fingertips. Ah to touch was divine enough, Areika would chew him out anyhow. He set his coat on the table, the way fabric crease with his motions showed his Athenian build. His broad shoulders seemed enormous as he sat there, near her. Her frame almost opposite of his. He quaffed the beer and got another, the beer was weak... He looked in the case and began to un cap more than half of them so he could drink without having to flick caps this way and that. He put the brown glass to his lips, drinking the liquid idly.: "Not much conversation between our kinds, hmm?" :He finally said, he'd figured out with how he couldn't feel the usual vibe between him and women. He smiled softly, the bottle still close to his lips to partly hide it, his eyes more closed than usually.: "You remind me of a friend, the distant fellow...", his eyes squeezed a little, in her mannerisms or in any manners he seemed to think of his old friend... He sighed, he drank the beer, then another, maybe he could forget for a while.: "No food out here.. you stray from the populous with reason though?" He needed to get his mind elsewhere, perhaps in her under garments would work... bah women- never came between him and his bud... although... He raised a brow at her form.. no.. not even the tempting presence of a lick.:

Akari Chapelo: Oh? ::She inquired with a sideways glance. Her face having been directed toward the front wall, the very same as the door had been.:: And this friend of yours, ::She paused for a brief moment, only to turn her head. This motion rather serious, or at least she made it seem to be.:: What was their name? ::Succulent form twisted against the table top. She seemed nearly weightless there, as though the simplest gust of wind might carry her off. Yet this was meant to be, for it was the way she intended it to look. Vampires were often thought to be control freaks, seeing how it was always their way, or the high way. Few could resist them, but they weren't necessarily on the top of the food chain now a days.::

Chrone Ragnarok: "Cadwallader was an odd guy.. " He caught himself, he wasn't going to spill to a woman... much less anyone. He shook his head, giving her a glance, with all her precision and great care to appear preternatural or amazing, he didn't care. He drank his beer, having downed almost 12 within the near hour they have spoken. He sighed, his breath laced with the scent, he finally felt some what buzzed, his eyes seemed more than distant, almost wet as though memories invoked pain. He smiled closing his eyes, a simple mask.: “You live too long to care ma'am." He opened his eyes, 'names' he thought.: "I reckon I haven't introduced myself, I'm Chrone", he extended his mitt to her, his wrist probably thicker than her calf, he was indeed quite powerful.:

Akari Chapelo: ::She smiled rather politely, though it wasn't one of those previous lip-pressing smiles. More of an honest grin. Tooth filled, at best. And those charming little canines which peered over her bottom teeth really hadn't served as much of a threat. At her old age, feeding was seemingly unnecessary. Each time was drawn out between several months. Yet the blood lust was still present. Unneeded, but loved and cherished dearly. Another thing they were... was selfish. She was in a generous mood tonight. Glimmering eyes locked on his own.:: The name's Akari. ::A cheek rose to further the smile given.:: Akari Chapélo, Chrone. ::Her hand seemed to grip over his own, very much like a snake constricting. Firm was her grasp, as was it certainly unexpected from a woman of her stature.::

Chrone Ragnarok: :Picking off one of Cadwallader's greetings he bowed his head to touch his forehead to her knuckles, her might was barely felt by him. He let go her hand with an idle grin, he continued to drink pondering if there was food but not really caring.: "Hmm, a smile like that would make me feel a bit interested but I can keep my charm where it belongs.":He smiled at the approaching punch line, though he was not funny he found himself to be.: "In my pants." :His accent made his joke seem more of inbreed stupor and drunkenness rather than simple minded. He combed a hand through his hair, massive muscle stretching his shirt taunt over it. He idly took out his revolver and a small cloth, polishing it. It was a common weapon to him, though a mixture of a shot gun and revolver was some feat in itself. He drank while he cleaned, to help time pass he decided to talk.: "You act like you care, though I'll be long gone from your mind in a matter of hours, day is if I'm lucky, after I leave." He pulled back the hammer as he inspected the chamber.:

Akari Chapelo: ::Nodding her head with a slight understanding to her style, Akari withdrew her hand and pursed her lips into a fine, tight line. The words he spoke were rather true, yes. And she agreed with him by gesturing this way. Turning away, she allowed a sigh to emit from scarcely parted lips, a casual "Mm.." to follow with the exhale. Limberly, the woman leaned over, grabbing up the black Stetson with a single hand. And before long, it had been placed atop her head rather nonchalantly. A bit too large for her, though tipped downward, it offered a bit of shadow to her face and seemed to suit her well. She'd keep the hat.::

Chrone Ragnarok: :Looks at her with a sigh, women never knew how to wear the hat, always they thought it was an accessory, like a purse. Well, it's not a god damn purse. It's a Stetson... He sighed, taking top the crown of it he canted it a little, so the shade hide on eyes while let light barely touch the corner.: "It's not instant attitude. Like rouge, it's a hat that brings out something more.." He fought for the word... how Cad had called him. "Brusque" He said, some what confident, wishing he knew: the meaning... or was it burlesque.... He shook his head not able to think it. He slid his revolver into his holster, with the faintest of noise. He looked at her and her perching, he gave a sudden push to her shoulder, enough to make her fall off, not to be mean just to get the broom stick un-wedged from her ass.:

Akari Chapelo: ::Though the push proved to be powerful, not a sway was given, nor centimeter slid on that bar top. She moved not in the slightest. Jeeringly she turned her head toward him, the Stetson making her appear almost human, given the shadows which implied more pigment to her skin. The entire scenario would have been looked upon as most amusing. Though once again she paused. The name seemed almost familiar. Cadwallader.. She mouthed the title a few times, then looked about with those glossy orbs which took in everything, reflecting them rather easily. Finally her gaze had been addressed back to him. And she began to speak again.:: This fellow you know, is he still living?

Chrone Ragnarok: :'Fellow', the word brought many images. But he knew who she was talking about, his mouth became thin line, small creases formed in his skin on the outside edges of his emerald prisms. The thought of what happened to his old comrade, his war buddy, his academy buddy, his...hell he filled every friend slot... well not the 'lets go get hammered and laid' friend type but he could have been.. The massive man curled as he sighed, as if he breathed out his spine with how he slouched.: "Negative.":The words were cold, the way the computer reported the empty life scan those years ago.. was it years? He should have gotten over it by now... but that wasn't a friend that died, that was a brother... He looked at her.: "The living are weak things, they die.: His tone grew cold as he quaffed the beer and started the next.. almost 20 now. 20 wouldn't let him forget... damn..:

Akari Chapelo: ::While allowing her eyes to wander, Akari bobbed her head some in response to his own. She had figured as much, but never in her un-life had she felt any sympathy for a human being, save for a charming young man who went by his military title, "Shadow Blade." Rumored that his real name was Kevin Antony, yet he was a rather incomplete creature who had several pieces of himself wandering about. Literally. Slipping off the bar top, Akari walked around the front of Chrone- one of her long, thin hands lashing out to swipe the beer bottle in his grasp. She lifted the lip to her nostrils and gave it a small sniff, almost immediately scoffing and tossing the remnants across the room, releasing it at the apex of her swing.:: Revolting..

Chrone Ragnarok: "I'd prefer a clouded mind.":He simply took another beer, popped the cap off, and began to nurse it. For the time they had been talking and his rate of drinking he should have been quite drunk. Though to himself, sadly he wasn't. He poked at her nose almost instantly. "If life is revolting why don't you kill everything.. This", he raised the bottle, stealing Cadwallader's words for music, wine, and literature. "Is my aqua vitae.":His accent tore it apart, he could never sound wise or intelligent with how a man with his accent was stereotyped. He rolled his wrist, making a small eddy in his bottle.:

Akari Chapelo: ::Almost instantaneously, Akari struck. His taunting finger which pressed the cartilege of her nose was soon nipped upon. A single fang piercing his course flesh. Though just a drop or two was the reward, suckled into the cold wetness that was her mouth. She turned in a loop, bowing her head some to him so that the large hat tipped down over her face even more than it already had, straying from the position he had corrected it into.:: Genocide isn't my job, sir. ::There was a playful air about this one. Although old and likely going insane from having been around for so long. They usually went senile after a millennia or three. She possessed the form of a twenty year old, yet the eyes of an ancient.::

Chrone Ragnarok: :The bite did little, but a mere cut, he could have mistaken it for a flea bite.: "It was mine once": he said casually, his emerald eyes hid something in them, a love of battle, as he came from such a linage. Though his eyes could hide it well, just as he daughter's does, he thought about Areika, she took the death of Cadwallader badly... He snorted, a small smile on his lips, he soon returned his hand to his self, looking at the wound before ignoring it. He looked over the vampire again, trying to replace sadness for lust, if he could. And the words came, his old corny pick up lines came again.: "You're a fine dish.." He smiled, his smile being somewhat sly but alluring. "My medicine needs to be taken with food." He tapped his beer bottle when he said 'medicine'. His smile soon faded though as he took a drink just to return his smile, it seemed as uncaring as hers, though not detached like hers.: