”Fries would be nice” Ichika said, clearly wanting the Barkeep to come to him as he was the one who requested them.
”Ichika wanted to talk to me about the Multiverse jailbreak event that happened a week back, so he decided to come here where only a certain number of us can come to” Matthew answered before he sipped the ginger ale-like drink in front of him.
"Of course," He set the plate on the bar. "Everyone getting along? That's a rare feat."
Hinata nodded, taking a sip of her sake.
"I heard about that. Course, work's been keeping me way too busy to actually look into it." she sighed.
"I may or may not be hiding from my sister. I have a job tomorrow, and she doesn't like me having a hangover when I go in."
Great white wings beat the air, carrying him forth across the skies. He hardly realized as what was once his world, disappeared, to reveal something altogether different. The beast pulled into a hover, tilting his horned head. Light blue, nearly white eyes looked around, pupils narrowing into thin slits. The creature, a great white wyvern, seemed to have a puzzled, yet curious expression upon his muzzle.
"Vhat is zis now? I zeem to have stumbled upon another place…Ze void perhaps? No, no, doesn't have ze right energy for ze void. Vell, zeems best to investigate, not zat I mind," the beast mused to himself.
The wyvern then proceeded to slowly circle downwards towards what he assumed to be 'ground'. Least that is what he was figuring what it was, he didn't know. Being the curious beast he was, he felt it best to see what this new place held, and perhaps learn from it and whomever called the abode home. As his white claws touched the ground, the beast's form shimmered, shrinking downwards. It continued to grow smaller, till the light died down to now reveal a human male in the wyvern's place. He appeared human, except his eyes, and the fact there was still a white, scaled tail swaying behind him. Probably more so out of excitement than anything.
A low rumble seemingly came from the male's chest, looking around. A forked tongue flicked past his lips, testing the air. There was indeed others around, inside the building. He glanced upwards, seeing a sign, reading; 'The Purple Cauldron'. Seemed a lot of these inns and taverns had odd names, but guess it was eye-catching, one way to bring in customers. The male approached the door, reaching a pale hand out, letting it creak open by his touch. He entered without seeing a world, but simply allowing his eyes to pass over the current patrons. Such interesting beings, each holding their own scent, scents he knew, but were still somehow different. Probably something to do that none of these individuals in fact, came from his world, each coming from their own.
This, of course, would only make him even more curious and interested. He was always trying to learn more. Oh, the male knew quite a bit, being an age which even he couldn't remember right off, but age meant little to any draconic beast. But his hunger for knowledge didn't seem to know any bounds, have even bluntly asked, course he was polite, if he could read certain knowledge only the Elders were allowed to know. This request was refused, but he sufficed with other things to learn about. This would just be another venture for whatever knowledge he could gain from these strangers.
”Well, these two have known each other for… a decade and something now, so that’s great” Ichika said to the Barkeep, pointing at Matthew and Hinata respectively.
”We all work within the landscapes of the Multiverse so we should know each other at least by duty name” the draconic Phantom explained.
Matthew nodded with a small laugh.
”Michi’s still Michi” the man giggled as he said something about the Balance Keeper’s sister.
Nathaniel got another glass of the silvery liquid once he finished the last, deciding to just knock this one down. He could feel himself getting a bit tipsy, which could be dangerous. He picked enough fights when he was sober.
"How do you do?" Barkeep felt this was the proper response to the dramatic entrance. It wasn't really but he wasn't feeling particularly articulate so it would just have to do. "Something to drink?'
Ichika draconic senses were blasting up inside his body. Though now a Phantom, he was once a draconian given his stories. Even the other draconic figure came through the door, Ichika glanced over his shoulder at them, his pupils changing from just being and spherical to being sharp as a knife just from the presence of the new figurine.
”Calm down…” the man who sat next to Ichika said plainly as the draconian’s pupils went back to normal. He shook his head in self disgust. This was who he was before entering the Labyrinth and yet he couldn’t leave his past self behind.
The white haired male turned his head. His pupils had rounded a bit, showing his more relaxed state. There was still a curious glint in his gaze, but other than that, he seemed relaxed. His tail was curled against his side, crossing his legs, one over the other. He rested his arms upon his lap, observing for several moments, then moving his gaze to meet the one who he was assuming was addressing him.
"I assume you are speaking to me yes? If zis is ze case, a cup of tea will do nicely if possible. Zo, if not, a glass of your finest vine will do."
His accent was probably hard for some to understand. A major spoiler that let others know he was most likely not from this region, wherever this region was…
He felt the eyes of another upon him. The male glanced over to the others whom had looked his way. He raised an eyebrow, tail twitching a bit, but he still held that curious expression. Much like a child who had just found a new place to explore.
"I can get you tea." He squinted. "Is that a French accent?"
He smiled, "Zank you."
The male tilted his head as the one, he was assuming owned this tavern, asked if it was a 'French accent'. Now honestly, the draconic male had no idea what 'french' was, as there was no such thing back in his world.
"French? I am afraid zat I have never heard of zuch a thing. Zo, if it helps, I am from ze more zouthern parts of ze world I am from. Dragons and vyverns come from many parts of ze world."
Though, now that the other mentioned, he did realize seemed others had accents. It was always hard to hear your own, when you constantly heard your voice every day. Such another curious thing he would have to keep in mind.
"If I may ask, vhat is zis 'French' you speak of?"
He was genuinely curious…
Ichika felt the urge to just stand up, walk to the draconic figure, and have a talk with them. Though the relic that was implanted inside him forcefully stopped him from doing so, not knowing what the consequences might be. He eyed the figure again then realized something…
If that person was to be a real draconian and not a draconian hybrid like himself, they would most likely be able to catch the sense of his magic. After the thought process, Ichika channeled some of his Chaos aura through his skin, just enough for the draconian to catch of whiff of.
A person on the shorter side made their way into the bar, a burn looking faintly like a heart where their left eye should be. They didn't speak, but instead gave a warm smile to anyone that should look their way. They unclasped the red robe around their neck and placed it on their lap as they sat at the bar.
Barkeep tilted his head. "It's a region with a very…recognizable accent. It doesn't matter." No matter how many worlds he visited, accents always threw him off. He had met draconian beings before but he hadn't heard this specific accent. "Enjoy your tea." He turned to the new person. "Anything to drink?"
"May I have just a Shirley temple? I'm not a big liquor drinker. Sorry." The figure closed their eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of the tavern. It smelled like good fun to them. "I'm Roseari, it's wonderfull to meet you."
"Ah, I zee."
He waited patiently for the tavern owner to step back, most likely getting his tea, when a certain scent caught his attention. The male's eyes narrowed, the once round pupils becoming thin slits. That energy, that was one that he didn't notice too often. Chaos; Chaos wyverns and dragons were not beings to be taken lightly back in his world. In truth, mostly all chaos dragons and wyverns were put down, with the exception of 2, both elders and had gained control of their abilities. Then the third…one did not speak of that particular one, as it nearly brought the end of their world till it was finally sealed. But who knew how long that seal would last…
The male shook his head slightly at the thought. No, he wouldn't let such dark thoughts cloud his mind. No, right now there was more important things, beings that needed to be questioned, investigate them all. Of course, he'd do it in the politest manner as possible so not to seem rude.
His gaze shifted upwards as the owner returned with his tea, "Zank you much zir."
The male shifted a bit, reaching a hand towards his chest, pulling out what appeared to be a book from the vest he wore. A quill soon followed, the man instantly jotting a few things down. His gaze lifted upwards as the scent once again drew his attention, bringing his attention to a certain individual in the confines of the room. His forked tongue flicked out again, testing the air. Well, it wouldn't hurt to start with that one.
He suddenly stood, book and quill in hand, making his way to the one that carried that chaotic scent. He was polite, sitting at a table just nearby, letting the silence settle between them. The male allowed his eyes to look the other up and down, unsure of what to think right at the moment. Perhaps that chaotic energy wasn't a dragon or wyvern, but some other chaotic entity. Well, only one way to find out…
"Excuse me zir, but I couldn't help but notice zat you were looking my way."
He left out the fact that it was rather the scent that drew him in, the scent and his damn curious nature…
"May I have just a Shirley temple? I'm not a big liquor drinker. Sorry." The figure closed their eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of the tavern. It smelled like good fun to them. "I'm Roseari, it's wonderfull to meet you."
“Nice to meet you too.” He mixed their drink. “Where are you from? You look fairly human but that’s not often the case.”
The young draconian-phantom hybrid eyed the approacher a bit as his pupils shrunk to a sharp, cruel pair.
”From what alliance are you from…? It’d better not be the Harmony section…” the man stated, his human-like fingers turned to metallic claws, giving a first warning that he wanted to hear a set of specific answers. He knew he was inferior to only some of other draconian figurines but as he’s not a pure hybrid, his name’s not well known by the realm.
The male seemingly became on full alert. The thin slits of his pupils were nearly lost in the vast light blue of his eyes. For just a moment, his skin seemingly rippled, becoming scales, but then disappearing. His tail lashed to the side, the tip twitching slightly. He felt threatened, possible danger. A low rumble seemingly came from deep in his chest. The white haired male raised an eyebrow at the other's sudden question. He had no clue what the other was speaking of, or what they meant about 'Harmony Section'.
However, despite the other's sudden hostile actions, the male somehow continued to hold a calm air. Albeit it was also alert, ready to move and shift should a threat present itself. Something he was hoping wouldn't happen. He'd most likely end up breaking the place, all by complete accident, his true size being much larger than this place could hold, less there was something about it he was missing, which could be true, he didn't know.
Instead, the man leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs again. He slowly took a sip of his tea, before slowly responding, "Once again, I am afraid I do not understand vhat you speak of."
He shook his head, "Ze only alliance zat I am aware of is of ze Dragon Kingdom with…let's zee here…zere is ze Harpy Kingdom…Dornwich, home of ze Guasnan…Nabol, capitol of ze Dragonians…zen of course ze Zity of Imperos, as is ze zacred duty of all dragons and vyverns to come to zis zacred zity should it need aid."
"May I have just a Shirley temple? I'm not a big liquor drinker. Sorry." The figure closed their eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of the tavern. It smelled like good fun to them. "I'm Roseari, it's wonderfull to meet you."
“Nice to meet you too.” He mixed their drink. “Where are you from? You look fairly human but that’s not often the case.”
"Well, I'm not sure how to pronounce it in common, but it's somewhere side of upside down, ish." They took their drink with another warm smile, sliding over two coins to pay for it.
The draconian’s eyes, upon hearing this information, went back to normal as well as his hands.
”Good to hear that you’re not against me” the draconian said, drinking the absurdly mixed drink in his hand.
”What’s your name? Perhaps we could exchange some stories” the man asked, crossing his legs as well.
"Vhat? I zee no reason to make enemies as zoon as I enter an establishment. Zis is not my territory, zo I shall abide by whomever zis territory belongs to."
His tail also seemed to relax, if only slightly. The pupils rounded slightly, but remained slightly narrow, still remaining alert. Yet it was true, he'd much prefer avoiding any violence, and would more than willingly oblige to leaving should the owner ask it of him. Oh, the male could defend himself, should the situation call for it, but he'd rather keep to a peaceful approach than just downright violence. Though, there were others back in his world who probably would've challenged this individual, most definitely seeing him as a young, inferior human. Yes, dragons and humans back in his world were not on the best of terms, more like both sides would love nothing more than to be rid of the other.
The male paused, taking a sip of his own drink. His forked tongue flicked out for just a moment, running across his lips. He observed as the other began to relax as well. Good, as it was always better to have a conversation when both parties were calm and more willing to speak to one another.
He offered the other his gentle, yet curious smile, "Back home, I am called Jakubiak. A Vindcaller Vyvern. And vhat of your own name?"
Barkeep looked over Roseari’s shoulder, sensing the tense atmosphere. “As a reminder, if you start fighting you’ll get thrown in the basement before you can throw a punch. My bouncer doesn’t appreciate horseplay,” He projected.
"Oh dear, I really don't like fighting. I took a vacation to get away from fighting you know, or maybe you don't. Sorry, I live with mind readers."
“I don’t mind fighting I just don’t like stupid people.”