forum I Ought To Be Thy Adam (angels and demons)

Started October 09, 2020 by @ElderGod-kirky group

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(cool cool, thanks)

Valen arrived at the bar with his silver hair tied back in an unobstrusive low ponytail. His hair was, admittedly, a bit strange. In low enough light, it almost seemed to glow, especially when only glimpsed from the corner of the eye. If you looked close, it just looked like silver hair, but a quick glance and it glowed. It was a strange visual contradiction, a trick of the senses that most didn't or couldn't catch, just dismissing it as nothing. His scar was far more likely to draw strange looks from people, since he couldn't really hide it, no matter how he tried. He came into the bar and ordered a drink, only for the bartender's lip to curl up.

"This is a Whites only establishment." The bartender said, eyes flickering over Valen and his brown skin.

Valen adjusted the sleeve of his shirt. "Really? I didn't see a sign." He replied, trying not to lose his composure. His skin wasn't even that dark. Just dark enough for most to dismiss him as "not White".

"That's because most of your kind isn't stupid enough to stick their noses where they don't belong." The tender growled.

"My kind? Do elaborate." A smirk danced at the corner of his mouth. His kind? His kind? This man knew nothing of his kind.

The tender sneered. "You know quite well what I mean. Your kind might be stupid but I know you ain't this stupid."

"There's no sign nor rule barring me from the establishment. Now just give me a goddamn drink." Valen's hands curled into fists on the counter.

The bartender made a commotion, and the three of them turned to face him. A man with silver hair and golden brown skin was arguing with him, and…
"Goddammit, not again," Ozzie sighed, standing up. "I've told Don that as long as someone can pay, they can be let in. Michael must've just gone off shift, since he let you get a drink." He nodded towards Vera, whose skin was a warm brown. "I'll go make him simmer down."
Ozzie pushed through a crowd of drunken patrons and dancers alike to make his way to the two men.
"Hey, Don," Ozzie said, leaving against the counter. "I thought that Bobby told you about the policy we have here. If he can pay, he can drink. Simple as that. So unless you're looking to dust out, you outta follow it."

"Oh dear me," Emil breathed, turning his attention to the commotion just beside him and Varhmiel, "Not this again. Why is skin color so important to these barbarians?"

Mel sighed and stood up, digging into his coat pocket for a pure gold coin. His fingers let it twirl around and around. "Superiority and self-esteem issues," he muttered, then went up to the bartender. "Hey. Hey. Keep the racism out, would you?" He let his doom-and-gloom aura radiate, pulsing with his useless heartbeat. "Makes you seem like a shit person, and we can't have you out-doing me." He tipped his head, letting a cold and sharp smile spread over his face. "That's just not how this works."

Virgil kept their hold on the man, hoisting him onto the strong branches of the tree. Yet they couldn’t help but notice, the man seemed almost nervous, focused on the bag he had with him the entire time.
“What’s in there?” They mumbled, momentarily releasing their grip on him as they tried to reach forwards, into the bag. But those few moments were enough for him to wrangle free, push back and off the tree. They didn’t manage to get that high up, but it couldn’t have been a soft landing.
“Oh!” They exclaimed. “Are you alright?”

The man muttered something, maybe in mild pain, as he scrambled to his feet. “Woah, woah- what’s your name?” Virgil was interested in this human - there was something off about him, the way he acted. But maybe they were just jumping to conclusions. Again.
“..Heiko,” the man spoke after a moment. Now, Virgil couldn’t exactly confirm if that was the truth or not. It definitely was not a name from around here - or maybe he was from a family of immigrants. Still, the former angel nodded and decided to tell their own.

“Heiko, hm?” The man nodded. “That’s a nice one. Mine’s Virgil.”

Virgil was also probably not an extremely common name, but they were lucky enough they didn’t get one of those crazy long, impossible-to-pronounce-in-human-tongue names. At least Virgil was easy for most to speak.
“Where you headed?” Again, they left the confines of the tree.

“The town.” Heiko said, looking out in direction of it.
“Oh.” Heiko began to walk again, still keeping a cautious eye on them but seemingly eager to leave behind the strange person that he found in the shortcut. “Can I come with?”
“What?”
“Can I come with you? I don’t have much to do, plus you seem like a nice person…”
“I really shouldn’t-“
“Please?”
“..okay. But you’ve gotta listen to the rules, alright?”
“Okay!” They nodded, joining Heiko on the trail out of the trees and to the town. “Wait, what are the rules?”
Without looking at them, Heiko answered. “I’ll explain..”

Ozzie clamped his mouth shut as soon as the shorter man addressed Don.
"Yes, exactly that. Thank you," he said to him. "Drinks for you two on the house tonight, alright? And Don? If I catch you doing that again, you'll get sacked."
Don would have choice words about that, he knew, and Ozzie was not looking forward to hearing them.

Name: Soávi
Gender: Male
Looks: Pale as a man who’s never been outdoors, eyes like chips of blue ice, black tousled hair that never sits straight, body of a preteen.
Personality: Moody.
Reason for Fall: Never did, child of two fallen angels.
Powers: Causing destruction, making things darker, causing bad luck.

Valen glanced around at the others, vaguely surprised that someone had come to help. "Oh– my thanks." He said softly. "I'm rather used to dealing with it, but thanks for your assistance." He smiled a little bit, taking his glass in thanks.

"No need to thank me," Ozzie shrugged. "It's as much my place as it is Don's, and I'm not about to let him run out a customer over the color of their skin. It's asinine, if you'll pardon my language."
He glanced back at Sybil and Vera, who seemed to be hitting it off. Good. Sybil could do with a few more friends.

Mel huffed and averted his gaze, and happened to let it land on a beaming and not-so-subtly smug Emil. He curled his lip in disdain and looked away from the other man away with a gruff "Don't mention it." His eyes moved to the bartender, silently sizing him up as if gearing for a fight—whether that be picking it himself or goading him into one. However, Emil smoothly slid over and held Mel back by placing his hands on the small man's shoulders, smiling over at Valen. "Truly barbaric, really. Can't get a drink because you're not pale as a vampire? Blasphemy." He chuckled to himself at the inside joke with himself.

Valen nodded faintly, laughing just a little and taking a sip from his drink. Due to the scar causing a twist to his lips, a little bit dribbled out, and he wiped it away with his sleeve. He looked at Ozzie. "Yes. Thanks again, though. I'm Valen." He knew his name was a bit strange, but he didn't exactly feel like changing it. His eyes flicked to Emil, but didn't quite know what to make of his joke.

"I'm Ozzie. Van Arbor. Ozzie van Arbor," Ozzie stammered, holding out his hand. He cringed inwardly. Excellent. As if Don didn't have enough ammunition to use against him. "Valen, huh? Is that Latin? I never quite got the handle on Latin, but I think it's the bee's knees."
Great small-talk, van Arbor. Gushing nonsensically about a dead language. That's sure to help you make friends. He could practically hear Sybil's taunts already.
"Anyways I oughtta go help Sybil, nice to meet ya, bye," he said, the words rushed and stumbling over each other. He ducked away from the other men and returned to Sybil and Vera, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves.

Sindy was just chilling at the bar now, waiting for someone to talk to her.
She was a nice and outgoing person normally. Today, however, she just needed to rant to someone, anyone even.

Ozzie caught a glimpse of a blonde woman at the bar, her posture stiff and expression pulled into a deep frown. He made a beeline to her, figuring that Vera and Sybil could wait.
"You all right, doll?" he asked, tapping the blonde on the shoulder.

She took a deep breathe in and a deep breathe out.
"No. Not at all. I'm upset, actually. Listen, could I talk your ear off real quick? I'll be done in a jiffy!"

"So, um. Where are you from?" Vera asked. She had been avoiding asking Sybil any direct questions since Ozzie left, trying to let Sybil carry the conversation until his return. Ozzie, as it seemed, had been sidetracked.
"Where am I not from?" Sybil said, tossing her head back with a laugh. "I'm from Jersey, but I've spent so much time in boarding schools all across the country that it hardly counts. My aunt sent me to one in Britain once, can you believe it? Only brought be back due to the war." Sybil lit a cigarette, and then held one out to Vera.
"Oh, no thank you," Vera declined. "I don't smoke."
"More for me then," Sybil said with a wink. "Now, doll, where are you from? You seem too polite to be from this city."
"I'm from…" Vera began, then trailed off. How could she answer? That she was from heaven? "I'm from Kansas. A small farm town in Kansas."
"That sounds dreadful."
"It wasn't too bad," Vera said, unsure of why she felt the need to defend her false backstory. "There were, um, cows. The cows were nice."

"Sorry if I'm wasting your time, my good sir!" Sindy said to Ozzie

"Go ahead, sheba," Ozzie said. "I'm all ears."
He made a mental note of the woman's oddly colored eyes. Both were different colors, and neither was a normal one. He blinked, then looked again. Her eyes were unchanged, still red and yellow.
Maybe he'd just had too much to drink.

Virgil trailed after Heiko, who explained to them he was off to do a deal. He didn’t say what type of deal, though. Only that they would be better off just observing, not talking to anyone, especially talking about the deal. That was fair.

“As long as you tell me all about it afterwards!” They quipped, though could see the faint hesitation in his eyes. Virgil decided not to question it, they were approaching a building. A bar. Kind of cliche, isn’t it?
Virgil and the German entered, and they could already see, there was quite an assortment of people here. Not of Heiko’s importance, though, as he turned off to the side and more to the back where there was already some shady looking characters sitting down, who eyed Virgil warily as they sat down with Heiko.
And they began to speak, all in muttered voices, in German. It was like they didn’t want people knowing things, despite Virgil’s capability of understanding the language. They supposed, the other people - their eyes scanned the bar.
Heiko took the bag and placed it onto the table, sliding it across to the other three men. They turned it away from them, to where Virgil couldn’t see what was inside it, and took a peek.

Seemingly happy with the contents, the middle man shuffled through his coat and handed Heiko a fair amount of money. Virgil only smiled, watching the entire ordeal. Just like that, the three men left the bar, bag in tow.
“So, all that just for some money?”

“Pays. Pays good.” Heiko quickly pocketed it, glancing around the bar.
“So,” Virgil leaned in, catching Heiko off guard. “What was in that bag?”

"Okay, so this dewdropper decided to be absolutely upstage and piss me off! He was stressing me out, and I can't work efficently under stress, you see. And then he called me a fake tomato! Can you believe it? That wurp probably has a fucking hayburner! It's applesauce, nay, Bushwa. Can you butt me?" She said, relieved.

(This is probably confusing so Imma give you a glossary)
(Dewdropper= lazy person)
(Upstage= snobby)
(Tomato=Woman, fake tomato= fake woman)
(Wurp= wet blanket)
(Hayburner= car with poor mileage)
(Applesauce= something like Horsefeathers)
(Bushwa= Bullshit)
(Butt me= A cigarette, please.)