Post by Nyssa Fotiá on Apr 22, 2016 22:16:37 GMT -5
In every story there was a villain, and in this story the villain just happened to be the very man Nyssa felt she owed her life to. While Greed had plenty of opportunities to take her soul, he had yet to do it on the account she did tasks for him. Nyssa was the only one who could see him for what he really was. And she would never argue the fact that he was indeed a power hungry monster, but she saw him as family none the less. The gift Greed toyed with more of a curse, as the unending desire for more consumed what heart once lingered in his now empty chest cavity. Walking towards a vacant booth in the back region of the bar, Nyssa ordered her drink as the waiter passed by. Patiently resting her arms on the table in front of her Nyssa gave a gentle smile as her drink arrived. Lifting the chilled glass to her lips, she allowed frost bitten sensation to take its course before finally taking a gulp of the mixed drink before her. Lowering the glass back onto the table, it barely made a thump as it made contact with the wood below.
There were dozens of different faces entering, and leaving the bar on a busy night like this. The moon was out, and the combustive freaks all wanted their turn to come out and play. And while Nyssa knew that the Se7en had come here for business and war, she figured it couldn’t hurt to have a little fun in the down time. The most interesting part of coming to civilizations like this was to watch the various interactions of each creature living amongst the shuffled faces. This was Promise Island, supposedly a safe haven for Supernatural creatures, but the question still lingered in the air. Safe Haven. A safe haven from humans, but what of the dangers that each supernatural brought to fellow supernatural creatures? Hunters were at one point a threat, a manageable threat, but a threat none the less. Supernaturals were an incredible threat on its own community though, because unlike contrary belief, villains came in all shapes and forms. They came as dark as the night sky around them, or as glimmering and bright as the rising morning sun. Some supernaturals were human, while some came from entirely different universes of creation. Promise Island wasn’t a place of safety, there was no true place to be safe. Promise Island was merely an overly powered beaker that called to creatures of all creation. Earth itself was a meeting point for all universes, which meant Earth would never, and could never be at peace. Focusing down on her drink, Nyssa watched as the cool moisture rolled off the outer portions of the glass and left its imprint upon the table supporting it. A familiar sensation coursed through Nyssa, as she was hesitant to look up the from the table at first, but eventually forced herself to do so.
As her eyes gazed up from the glass, she focused them on the familiar energy that was not potentially poisoning the once nightlife air. It was one of a familiar, at least it was a familiar scent. The current appearance Nyssa took on looked completely that of a human, but with her hound like senses, she could smell that of a possible threat from miles away. Sitting up slightly, Nyssa kept her eyes focused on the entrance as her finger barely ran over the top of the glass. Keeping her glance focused on the door, Nyssa spoke carefully as the waiter made his way back by to check on her. “Actually, can you bring me another drink. The entire bottle of Fireball will do just fine.” The waiter paused there, a little shocked by her request. He seemed to be contemplating if he should chuckle like it was a joke, or get straight to work with her odd request. But Nyssa said nothing more, so the waiter hurried off the bar, grabbed a bottle of Fireball and placed it in front of her. Taking the bottle from him, she quickly unscrewed the lid while finally giving the waiter a response. “I’m not a lady, I don’t need glass.” As she took a large gulp from the bottle itself, the waiter then disappeared back into the growing crowd. Nyssa carefully placed the bottle down on the table in front of her and targeted her eyes in on one person in general. Her lips curled slightly as she allowed some humor to return to her natural appearance. “Bingo”
There were dozens of different faces entering, and leaving the bar on a busy night like this. The moon was out, and the combustive freaks all wanted their turn to come out and play. And while Nyssa knew that the Se7en had come here for business and war, she figured it couldn’t hurt to have a little fun in the down time. The most interesting part of coming to civilizations like this was to watch the various interactions of each creature living amongst the shuffled faces. This was Promise Island, supposedly a safe haven for Supernatural creatures, but the question still lingered in the air. Safe Haven. A safe haven from humans, but what of the dangers that each supernatural brought to fellow supernatural creatures? Hunters were at one point a threat, a manageable threat, but a threat none the less. Supernaturals were an incredible threat on its own community though, because unlike contrary belief, villains came in all shapes and forms. They came as dark as the night sky around them, or as glimmering and bright as the rising morning sun. Some supernaturals were human, while some came from entirely different universes of creation. Promise Island wasn’t a place of safety, there was no true place to be safe. Promise Island was merely an overly powered beaker that called to creatures of all creation. Earth itself was a meeting point for all universes, which meant Earth would never, and could never be at peace. Focusing down on her drink, Nyssa watched as the cool moisture rolled off the outer portions of the glass and left its imprint upon the table supporting it. A familiar sensation coursed through Nyssa, as she was hesitant to look up the from the table at first, but eventually forced herself to do so.