Blood and Booze (Kureha/Open)

[Orion]

OOC: Kureha first. Beyond that... don't care. Just a meet and greet.

IC: "Whoops... guess I went overboard... again... I needed a new place anyway I suppose."

Orion cast his eyes about the bar. Everything behind the bar counter... was good, 'cept for the corpse with a knife in his throat, but that can be moved. A few stray drops of blood... but that happens. As for the rest of the bar... not so much. Roughly 25 corpses, all with various wounds caused by Orion's multitude of knives and his personal halberd, which was quivering in a wall in the throat of a man who had died near instantly. He was the last one... or the second to last, with the last being the one in front of Orion with a knife in his forehead? Or maybe it was that one near the bar with a hole in the back of his neck... no wait he was first...

"Bah, it all blurs. Nameless punks shouldn't've tried to kill me. Thought the fact I carried a weapon openly should've said as much..."

Orion walked over to said weapon and pulled it out of the wall, the corpse thudding to the ground. He walked past the wrecked tables and strewn about chairs with a barely clear in the middle. Orion hopped over the counter-top, knocking aside the bartender's corpse which collapsed to the floor, the bat still in his cold hands. Leaning his weapon against the wall, Orion began rummaging underneath.

"Hmm hmm hmm... where are the drinks, where are the drinks..."

[Syn]

"Heading out again Raven?"

"When have you known me to be a homebody, Klaus?"

"Of course not. Are you going to be bringing home anymore strays?"

Klaus pointed over to a sleeping girl on couch next to a completely knocked out Jason.

"I told you about that. And look her and Jason are like best buddies. Isn't that so cute?!"

Kureha's pretended to do a mocking voice that one would normally do to a baby. Klaus rolled his eyes and waved her off.

"Yeah yeah yeah. She got me so fine. Just don't bring trouble home. I got enough of it with you missy."

"You love me."

Klaus made a 'pfft' sound as Kureha snickered and left their place. As usual she was dressed as someone else. Still is was a simple attire. She considered dawning a deep red wig but again she decided to sport her own long raven locs. Her hair being full and long enough to block a bit of the branding on her lower back that peeked from the brim of her pants. The tattoo on the shoulder would be mostly exposed when her moved from time to time. Over the red tie was the necklace she always wore. As she walked through the streets for once the night seemed to have gone forever. Her mouth felt a little dry longing for the taste of a beverage. Her eyes glanced across the street seeing a bar. Kureha did love the bar scene. Easiest place to get a drink especially for free. Seemed a bit hushed from where she was standing and that in itself was odd for a bar. Usually it was full of noise. All this made her all the more intrigued to walk across the way to the establishment.

All she could her was the sound of someone seemingly rummaging through the insides. As she stepped inside she saw the bodies littering the place. It merely caused her brow to perk at the sight. It didn't bother her but damn she had to admit they must've really pissed someone off. Sadly there was one thing on her mind. She still wanted a drink and she heard the sounds coming from the bar. Kureha whistled as she slowly strolled over bodies, looking around the bar.

"Well now I hope a girl can still get a drink around here."

[Orion]

"Well now I hope a girl can still get a drink around here."

Orion popped his head over the bar to look at the newcomer, blue hair and golden eyes quite visible. Gave a quick scan of the newcomer. Interesting outfit, female, but... No hostility. He shrugged, and went back to rummaging, not caring beyond that. He was a pleasant person, until you did something violent towards him. That's when he stopped being pleasant... and your life started to suck for a few brief seconds.

"Sure. They didn't get a drink cause they tried to kill me for some odd reason. Maybe because of the last bar..? Anyway, they got knifed. Or beaten by my weapon on the wall there. Or... various other things. These things all kind of blur together after the first 5 or so. On the bright side, I never want for booze. Or fight practice, though they don't really count at this point... The real downside is dealing with the corpses. And the bloodstains. And any people who come investigating. You get the point"

He quickly looked up from the bar.

"Anything in particular you want, Madam? Judging by how you spoke when you first walked in and your posture, I'm assuming your a regular, thus know what you want from back here... or whatever mix it is you get, really."