Ирландец, pronounced Irlandets and meaning The Irishman, is a Pub approximately eight miles north of Boston, on the outskirts of Salem, Massachusetts. A gathering space for members of the Grand Coven resides in the walls of the old building. It's proprietor is a Russian Witch named Molniyeotvod. With eyes of gold she pours the drinks for her patrons on any given night.
The building is actually an old tavern that dates back to the mid 1700s. Though, the ground it rests on is considered sacred to the Coven. With its close proximity to Salem one can only imagine the history this spot of the world has seen. The pub itself only takes up the bar area of the old Tavern, Locked doors keep the human ravel from prying into the boarding area for traveling witches, and the conference room where meetings between important witches and other magic folk take place.
It was a rather dull night at the pub. The Witch, Faina, was cleaning out dirty glasses with a clean white rag. With each one, she'd stop and examine it thoroughly, before scrubbing the sides or insides more. One glass, two glasses, four glasses and then eight. The lady had already swept the pub floors a few times, but it just seemed she wasn't getting a big crowd tonight. Typical for a week day though. With a sigh of frustration and boredom, she'd lean over the bar top and rest her head against it, all while spouting a long, drawn out. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhccccccckkkkkkk I'm boooored!"
↯ Return of Jafar ↯ [ While the magic circles are active, they enchant the sorcerer for no mana cost and allow them to fly. ] ⇩ ↯ Gandalf ↯ [ The sorcerer is able to fire a spell through the Sorcery Gateway spell and have an identical spell that is one level lower than the original cloned when it is fired through the circle. The cloned spell is level one at minimum. This has a five-post cooldown. ] ⇩
↯ Eye of the Storm ↯ [ The range of all lightning spells doubles. ] ⇩ ↯ Thunderstruck ↯ [ When the electromancer performs the Thunderbolt spell, a copy of the technique can be sent out that functions one level lower in strength. This copy costs no activation or mana, but this perk is only usable once every five posts.] ⇩ ↯ Mister Electricidad ↯ [ An electric technique can target an additional opponent without dividing the strength of the technique once every five posts. ] ⇩ ↯ Raikage ↯ [ An electromancy technique can drain one opponent of their resource at one level lower than the base technique, to a minimum of level one. This perk has a five post cooldown. ]
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2021 9:43 pm
⇨☾⇨ ＡＰＯＴＨＥＯＳＩＳ ⇦☽⇦ Level 1 | One Star | Witch | Sorcerer | Magician | 150/150 Mana
⇨☾⇨Apotheosis swung upon the door of the Witch's pub and stepped through triumphantly. He pushed the double doors open with both hands and left them in the air briefly as a show of his confidence. "The next grandmaster sorcerer is coming through!" His nose was upturned as he scoffed at the others in the bar though they were few. He approached the front to speak to Faina. Apotheosis had visited this establishment many times before and he stepped through it as if he opened the bar himself. His cape billowed behind his haughty footfalls before he slammed both hands on the table. "Hummmm yeeeees, but I'm here on official business! I am indeed! I am here to feed the mighty ravenous belly of the Conduit with...another Kishin soul, of course!" Apotheosis looked at the various bottles of intoxicating liquor as if he were inspecting the place. He would deny any drink as he was determined to follow the trail of an evil spirit that was in the area. He scratched his chin before suddenly conjuring a photograph in his hands out of thin air. The parchment was closed tightly in his fingers as he awaited unraveling it. "Have you seen...this man?!" He swung his arms forward to reveal his target with dramatic flair. What the picture presented to Faina was a ghostly apparition of an elderly man with red eyes and a villainous glow about him. Apotheosis hoped to find a lead.
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As the doors began shutting behind the proud and confident figure of Apotheosis, one of the two would be halted half way into closing. The fingers of an extended arm pressed against and reopened the door, gliding in behind in an almost meek manner when compared to the haughty air about the caped man. Still this meekness wasn’t something that made her look weak, being as her general aura seemed to be repressing something that else hard to describe, that would create a level of discomfort and uncertainty to those scrutinizing her outward appearance and it’s air. She sighed and slightly lowered her head almost immediately after the man scoffed at the present rabble and headed to the bar, the woman herself raising a hand and motioning, almost apologetically and as if to say “don’t mind him.” Unlike him she was not familiar with this establishment, she’d been partnered with him to help out sure, though it was likely to make sure he didn’t get in over his head and he was there to make sure she didn’t violate any codes and little other reason.
Her eyes looked about and admired the establishment with a slow sweeping gaze, doing as she followed after the pomp over to the bar and it’s owner Faina. Her eyes shifted from the surroundings and would begin to stare almost, blankly at Faina at the end of her partners eccentric presentation. Almost immediately after he posed his question she would add in a little bit of pleasantry to it, her voice soft but hurrid as if trying to prevent Apotheosis from com in off as rude. ”If you’ve seen or know anyone who has seen them, please let us know…. we would be very appreciative for any information and also make sure to note your aide when we report in after completing it Miss.” Her blank expression ended the instant she spoke, looking a bit concern almost, as if she was worried Faina wouldn’t want to help them out of distrust or the like. If offered a drink she would request a light alcohol and fruity drink, having been deprived of such luxuries for so long made her a lot less resistant than her partner, though she’d come off as doing so out of courtesy.
The sound of the doors starting to come open got her attention immediately. A pleasant smile suddenly plastering her face. Until she saw who it was, immediately her faced changed to a more irritated and underwhelmed look. "Блин, тупой дурак вернулся..." The lady muttered under her breath, before speaking up. "Ooooi, last time I say, 'Tupoy Durak banned!' " Faina was referring to Apotheosis as a stupid fool in her native tongue. "Grandmaster...HA! Make me laugh Durak. Don't bother patrons and let stay, да?" Her arms were crossed, as she bargained with him on behaving. A slight smirk was left in residual from her laugh. "Business! Always business this man." Her eyes would soon glance over the photo that'd been so anticlimactically revealed to the Russian witch.
"This ghost, sound familiar, yes. Maybe not same ghost though. More details, you, girl. Tell Molniyeotvod everything, да?" Faina's attention drifted from the future grandmaster fool, to the fellow witch that seemed to be tagging along with her least favorite Mage. A very friendly smile and bright eyes would reward Azalee's soft spoken and kind speaking. "Good evening, молодой. Welcome to Irlandets Pub, never forget a face. Have not met before, drink?" In hearing her beverage of choice, Faina got to work while telling her. "Speak about target, while I make, да?" A deft hand would retrieve a bottle of vodka from under the bar, setting it aside. She'd spin on a dime, grabbing a bottle of peach schnapps from the display of bottles on the back wall of her work area. Then, out of the refrigerator Faina fished out bottles of O.J. and cranberry juice. Then the final ingredient, an orange. After icing a glass, she'd pour in the vodka, schnapps and orange juice. Then, gently pour over the dark maroon cranberry juice on top. The red would seep down, oozing into the bright orange drink. She'd slice the orange up, taking a wedge and garnishing the glass while offering the rest of the fruit to both her fellow magic users. To top it all off, a mini umbrella would rest on the rim. Faina would sit the drink in front of Azalee. "Please, call me Miss Molniyeotvod, and enjoy.~"
↯ Return of Jafar ↯ [ While the magic circles are active, they enchant the sorcerer for no mana cost and allow them to fly. ] ⇩ ↯ Gandalf ↯ [ The sorcerer is able to fire a spell through the Sorcery Gateway spell and have an identical spell that is one level lower than the original cloned when it is fired through the circle. The cloned spell is level one at minimum. This has a five-post cooldown. ] ⇩
↯ Eye of the Storm ↯ [ The range of all lightning spells doubles. ] ⇩ ↯ Thunderstruck ↯ [ When the electromancer performs the Thunderbolt spell, a copy of the technique can be sent out that functions one level lower in strength. This copy costs no activation or mana, but this perk is only usable once every five posts.] ⇩ ↯ Mister Electricidad ↯ [ An electric technique can target an additional opponent without dividing the strength of the technique once every five posts. ] ⇩ ↯ Raikage ↯ [ An electromancy technique can drain one opponent of their resource at one level lower than the base technique, to a minimum of level one. This perk has a five post cooldown. ]
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Prince_yureil
Ephemeral Ozymandias
Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2021 6:28 pm
Veiled by the nightfall a lonely figure makes his way towards the tavern. His footsteps carrying a faint echo as he traversed the sidewalk. Brought into the place upon recommendation he make little work pinpointing The Irishman Pub.
It had not been long since he arrived America, thankfully the clan had done most of the job therefore all he had to do is visit the pub and figure if there was anything useful for them. The perks of having an intel network one would suppose, but it would be far from Acheron to believe there was such thing as an easy task. Who or what might be waiting inside were one of the many questions circling in his head like a storm. The Evangeline´s sure knew how to make things unnecessary eerie for his taste, but as a new addition to the house he was expected to follow the clan´s rules. Their protection and investment was something he didn´t had the luxury to toss away.
Driven by intel and experience, it was expected one of his first assignments was to find and start his own net. Perhaps they deemed this place a good start. They wouldn´t send him on a dead end. They wouldn´t have taken the Nova´s into their family if that was the case. Therefore the only logical conclusion for the bloodsucker was that this was a starting gift from the Evangeline´s while also being his first trial in order to ascend the ladders of their family. Still, not having clue of who might be waiting inside certainly intrigued him.
Upon reaching his destination, the door seemed not to be boobytrapped nor was he welcomed with a gun or weapon at killing range, so there was for a wonderful start. Closing right behind him he proceeded to examine the place while he strolled on his way for the counter. A quick scan revealed a redhead and a blonde one exchanging words which either express comradery or that one of them was about to be sent through a nearby window by the other at any given point. After the first impression of the couple who pulled most of the attention, his eyes averted yet another figure, a silver haired devil of blood red eyes.
-"A familiar? No, nobody mentioned anything about meeting here."-
Acheron thought, measuring the rest of the area with his eyes, in search of other people, but it seemed there wasn´t anyone else, at least not worthy of being noticeable. After the quick scouting of the area, Acheron proceeded to cautiously approach a nearby table, at the very least while he observed how Faine and Aphoteosis´s interaction went. Simply sitting, and waiting his turn. But already prepared to evade bodies thrown away should this intimate chatter went south for whatever reason.
⇨☾⇨ ＡＰＯＴＨＥＯＳＩＳ ⇦☽⇦ Level 1 | One Star | Witch | Sorcerer | Magician | 150/150 Mana
⇨☾⇨Apotheosis flicked his cape and performed a few self-aggrandizing poses as Azalee made the polite request. "Madam! I'll have you know that I am the symbol of propriety!" The sorcerer huffed as he struck yet another pose while shouting theatrically. He put his hands on both hips as he huffed again at the drinks being poured. "I'll have none of it." He grumbled pompously about these beverages. "We're looking for crimson-skinned goblin. He possesses access to some form of dark magic. Rather difficult to miss, is it not?" Apotheosis spoke with his hands as he explained the mission. He looked around dramatically before seeing Acheron, a creepy fellow he did not recognize. "What art thou looking at?!" The sorcerer pointed at the bloodsucker and looked him up and down.
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Azalee stole a small glimpse at the not incapable, bag of hot air she accompanied, the blankness in her gaze reducing as a result. Her lips curled ever so slightly in a small but uncertain smile, finding a small and genuine amount of entertainment from his unique way of physically expressing himself. Faina’s words were entertainingly polar to the way the sorcerer had made out this interaction to end, the tumultuous respect he adored here clearly a much embellished or perhaps directly inaccurate claim…. well at least he believed it. The proprietresses comments had had wrought an amusing fluster in this young man, one that Azalee could appreciate because besides stating she didn’t know who he was when they were first introduced, she personally couldn’t get a rise like that from himIt’s almost a charmingly honest reaction….
Suddenly the attention from FainaIs she flirting with him?!!….., would be shifted toward herself which caused Azalee to straighten a little more and look a little bit anxious. She was generally a slightly shy individual at first, if one chose to acknowledge that there were exemptions to these rules that didn’t apply. Faina was in the unique position of another witch that was initially polite and welcoming to the red eye witch, such behaviours and attitudes she had been in a understated way, greatly lacking exposure to for the past century. She had expected to be heard and Apotheosis to absorb the majority to all of the interaction, he most certainly wanted to whether he’d admit to it or not, so the warm welcome and request of extended information from herself and not him did seem very improbable. ”Yes… uhm it’s is my first time here for sure… mhh…. Thank you for the warm welcome, you have a lovely establishment…. it’s the nicest place I’ve been in a long time.”Only that room, so small, right steps across, so alone…… She said with nervous honesty, sounding appreciative and sincere despite her seeming timidity.
Apotheosis would of coarse leap in and answer before Azalee could reach the point of doing so, he wanted to do it was fine if he covered the basicsDid he notice I was nervous?…. Watching the owner as she began preparing the drink requested, Azalee was pleased that the woman recognized the drink considering she didn’t live in the Clave territories. Still Apotheosis didn’t really elaborate enough to be much of an elaboration and half understood why, so leant in a little, looking about careful before saying in a very quiet and gentle manner that wouldn’t carry the sound far. ”We are suspicious that his sorcery might be linked to the hoarding and improper use of souls that should have been brought to arcana, he might also be using said magic and souls to create things and hide the finding, despite using our great queens property for his own ends. So if you know anything or can help in some way, we can include you but keep the details quiet as we do not know if he has other Witch conspirators aligned with him.” She explain this in a straightforward manner, only including pertinent information that wouldn’t lengthen her words, leaning back and giving an expression that basically asked if Faina understood and if she would help.
It was not unexpected that despite the fact she was talking and it was basically now Fainas turned Apotheosis STILL managed to find a way to draw attention to himself… and another. A slow turn that carried the weight of short term, prolonged exposure to that which was Apotheosis… such exposure carrying side effects in the way of drawn attention, exposure to loud speech, the experience of being the one beside the person who make unreserved comments that lacked common sense or consideration, the awkwardness induced by his unique form of posturing either physically or verbally and the inability to either do much subtly or without him making some form of attention grabbing activity. So it wasn’t unexpected for it to seem like Apotheosis was sizing up another, well put together seeming gentleman who carried a slightly unnatural air about him. She didn’t realize immediately that he was a Bloodsucker, though noted his handsome, well define facial features and his neat attire that clued her in but didn’t lead her to actually assume the fact. Instead of verbally reacting she simply offered a small polite wave for now and observed her partner calmly and warily, waiting to ask him to calm down if the need arose.
A rather dim night in these outskirts, the atmosphere almost similar to his former homeland--- decades ago, soon reaching his destination: The Irishman Pub. The name sparks familiar-ness, though nonetheless... Coat slightly breezing through by every movement before stopping next to the double doors; slowly opening to active and lively settings, slipping inside just as the doors closed without granting attention. Blending into the shadow of a dark corner, glowing sharp magenta orbs visible were scanning the scenery: a long jacket clad blonde giving off a flirty vibe towards the silverette red eyed devil while the redhead being exaggerated, and a loner raven haired watches in silent. This is an interesting group... and he surely can't stay coop up in the dark too long, drowning backwards as it clad his entire figure. Clap! Clap! Clap! Said noise bounce against the wooden walls, footsteps creating light creaking noises as a slender figure emerges from the shadow, a warm smile upon his face. ❝ Well... I do agree that Apotheosis is the symbol of propriety. ❞ He spoke up, slowly approaching the bunch. ❝ Been wondering where you guys were.. relaxing as always. ❞
