Cassius Sinclair The Kraken Cassius sat at the bar top, his trademark pipe alight with a warm amber glow and thin trails of grey smoke wafting to the ceiling. He watched as Taz lifted a glass larger than his own body up and guzzled down the frothy beer inside. You even old enough to drink? Cassius asked with a curious look. Taz simply wiped the froth covering his face like a false beard with the back of his hand before letting loose a belch loud enough to make several heads turn and stare. Taz dunno. He said with a simple shrug before upending the glass once more to finish out his drink. Cassius simply offered a small smile and shook his head. Honestly that amount of liquor should probably kill ya, your little body. Where do ya even put it all? Taz didn't respond, instead the small dwarf placed the empty glass down and fell backwards onto the bartop. In the condensation puddle that had formed from his glass, Taz began rubbing his arms and legs in it as if making a snow angel. Don't think I'll ever right understand you my friend. Cassius said, staring. Taz knows. Could it truly be? After all these millenia, the Dark Lord has finally returned to us. Praise be onto the outergods and the infernal realm. A voice suddenly spoke, drawing nearer to Cassius. The fishman turned in his stool, looking over his shoulder to see an odd looking gentleman approaching him. The man was in torn clothing, old and ratty, appearing as if he had spent many years on the streets. His frame was nearly skeletal, with ashy skin more grey than white or pale. Cassius could see throbbing blue veins spiderwebbing all over the man's face, neck and exposed arms. As he approached Cassius, he realized the smell was the worst part. People often moved out of Cassius's way due to his own stench of the sea, but this was far worse. The man stunk of rot, decay and old death. Cassius turned away involuntarily, not much got to the fishman, but this stench was nearly unbearable and the several drinks he had been enjoying over the course of the evening hadn't exactly helped with the sensation of nausea. To his great dismay however, Cassius realized this man had been referring to him when he had spoken his nonsense about some Dark Lord. Cassius felt the cold, spindly fingers of the man on his shoulder as he turned back to see him with a crooked, tooth missing smile. His eyes looked hungry, but not for food or handouts. Oi, whatchu want? Food? I ain't giving any handouts tonight. Move on before they kick you out. Cassius said gruffly, shrugging the man's hand off his shoulder. He was in no mood to deal with crazies tonight. Oh great Lord, my deepest of apologies. How dare I, an inferior mortal but humble and devout follower, touch one as dark and infernal as you? Truly I am not worthy. The man then fell to his knees at Cassius's stool to which Cassius simply stared down at him in confusion. The man had his head bowed toward the floor, chanting some strange words Cassius had never heard. Around him the other patrons of the bar were beginning to stare as well. Down the bar, Cassius could see the bartender put down the glass he was drying and place his hand beneath the bartop, the classic storage spot for a shotgun. Great, it had been a good night too. The bartender had been friendly enough, serving Cassius and Taz for as long as they were paying. The people in the bar had mind their own business, keeping to themselves and leaving Cassius in peace and quiet. Now here walks in this loon to completely spoil Cassius's night. Oi, get up you freak, I ain't dealing with no loony business tonight. Get up and get your bony ass outta here. No one's in the mood. Cassius said and the man stood once again to face Cassius. Ah yes, of course my Lord, we must put on the facade that you are not who you truly are. Though, I must say the sooner we release you from this...rather pathetic looking live host, the better. I must say I'm quite perplexed as to why you would have settled for such an inferior life-form for your host, but the Dark Lord works in mysterious ways I suppose. Or rather, you work in mysterious ways. The stranger said with a deeply disturbing chuckle that made Cassius's scales itch uncomfortably. Oi, you best be gettin if you know what's good for ya. Cassius said gruffly, now standing from the stool to give his full, imposing height. The stranger stood less than a foot from Cassius now, dwarfed by his size. At this point Taz had rolled over in his condensation puddle and was regarding the interaction curiously but said nothing. Issues gentlemen? The bartender asked from behind Cassius, an old double-barrel in his hand but pointed away from Cassius and the stranger. No trouble, if you don't mind, I'm going to take out the trash for you. Cassius said, grabbing the stranger by the front of his shirt and lifting him off the ground. M-master? The stranger asked in startled confusion. So be it, see it's the end of that then. The bartender said, lowering the gun back under the bartop. Cassius crossed the bar floor to the front entrance, opened the door with one hand before shoving the strange man out with a hard push. The stranger stumbled backwards, trying to get his footing, tripped and tumbled down the three steps up to the main entrance of the bar, falling into a small mud puddle made from the passing showers earlier in the day. It didn't have to be this way, learn to respect people's privacy ya creep. With that, Cassius slammed the door and left the odd ball out in the cold mud. WORDS: 1004 NOTES: ### DORIKI: +5 S&P & +5 S&A (In water);+5 E&D (Pugilist); +14 S&P GEAR: ### SKILLS: ### |
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