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Alexs Odd Encounter Sr Ritsuka 241218
On a cold morning at The Trove Barcade, a vibrant yet peculiar establishment draped in nautical miscellany and the vibrant glow of arcade games, Alex finds himself adjusting to his first day of work amidst an eclectic mix of patrons. Amidst his duties, he encounters a singularly odd individual: a red-haired man adorned in a long leather coat, whose striking blue eyes betray a sense of innocence yet hold a depth that suggests a story untold. This stranger, displaying a distinct British accent, weaves through the crowd with a curious gaze fixated on the personal trinkets adorning the patrons, eventually engaging Alex in conversation with a light-hearted inquiry about his day and subtly probing into Alex's reasons for being at The Trove.
As their interaction deepens, the stranger's demeanor shifts from casual to intriguing, revealing an underlying tension that Alex can't quite ignore. The man's attention to finer details and his cryptic warnings hint at a world far removed from the normalcy of bar work. The conversation takes a dramatic turn when two suited individuals enter, their intent focus on the red-haired man suggesting a hunt coming to its culmination. However, through an enigmatic display that leaves the agents bamboozled and retreating, the stranger showcases his unusual capabilities, leaving Alex in a bewildered state. Despite the unsettling undertone of their exchange, the man shares a fantastical tale, teetering on the edge of reality and myth, hinting at ancient magic, eternal beings, and hidden worlds intertwined with the fabric of The Trove's reality. With a final cryptic message about the nature of magic and a caution against involving Venice, the stranger departs, leaving Alex to ponder the depth and dangers of the world he's stumbled into, a world where magic runs deep, and allegiances are as shifting as the sea.
(Alex's odd encounter(SRRitsuka):SRRitsuka)
[Tue Dec 17 2024]
At The Trove Barcade
This room is dominated by a sprawling, weathered bar. The bar's surface, polished to a high sheen, is inlaid with a mosaic of colorful sea glass, glinting in the dim, lantern-like lighting.
The walls, painted a deep, oceanic blue, are adorned with an eclectic assortment of nautical paraphernalia. Aged maps, and faded flags are interspersed with vintage arcade game marquees. The ceiling, draped with tattered sails and thick, knotted ropes, gives the impression of being below deck on a ship.
In the corners of the room, clusters of arcade games flicker and beep, their colorful screens casting a kaleidoscope of light onto the wooden floorboards. The air is filled with the clatter of pinball machines, the electronic melodies of video games, and the occasional thud of an axe hitting its target.
Behind the bar, a vast array of bottles is displayed, their contents ranging from craft beers to exotic rums. The bartenders, dressed in pirate garb, deftly mix cocktails, their movements punctuated by the clink of glass and the hiss of a freshly opened beer.
North/South: Restrooms
Northeast: Games
East: Axe Throwing
Southeast: Competitive Games
Down: Laser Tag
It is morning, about 27F(-2C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.
(Your target and their allies are charged with tracking down a supernatural criminal on the run from the factions, what they do with them then is up to the players to decide.
)
Alex moves a little further away from the group that's been conversing at the bar counter as his cleaning duties take him to some of the other surfaces in the room, as he seems determined to do a thorough job on his first official workday.
A lone figure strides into the establishment, covered with one of those long leather coats that covers most of the neck and reaches down to just above the ankles. This figure has short red hair and is a man with stark blue eyes that look bright and a note innocent. They stand out when the eyecolor of most people tend to be a richer shade, but darker. It is no glow. The red haired man glances around the establishment, over the patrons and linger on some more than on others and if his look was followed, it would be easy to tell that it is some of the rings on people's hands, necklaces, the little trinkets and accessories, jewelry, where his gaze lingers.
A glance is given back outside, it is delving deeper into winter and it is cold outside and warm in here. Eventually the man's gaze draws to Alex, and he just smiles faintly as he begins to make his way over towards Alex. "Good morning," the red haired man greets with a light-elevated mood. "How is it going today, if I'm permitted to be so bold as to ask." Must be British. "Are you working for the bar and can I place an order in with you, good sir?" He slides onto a stool on the other side of the counter to Alex.
Alex lifts his head up as the noir-looking stranger approaches him, initially offering just a small smile but he soon stands back up straight to address the red-haired figure properly as he asks him questions, "Ah, good morning. It is still a bit frosty out there but it's a pretty good morning despite that." Alex offers an apologetic look to the fellow's request, gesturing towards where he last saw the other bar staff standing, "I'm just the um, hired help today. Sam over there was taking orders, just because I'm a little under the drinking age.."
The man lets out a light-hearted laughter to Alex which follows with a nod "Ah, right. The former colonies are a lot more different with the drinking age." He stays where he is, but looks to Sam and to where others are, again, his eyes settle on the little items people possess, and then the lapel and hem of clothing, as if searching for something. "These lands really aren't so much the same anymore." His gaze strides back to Alex and he smiles. "What brings you to this place in Haven? You're still looking pretty green. It is nay place I would recommend you stay at, boy. There's dangers here that you shouldn't even want to deal with and can you really trust any of these people?" He can't be that much older than Alex, looking to be just somewhere between twenty and twenty five, and the way he said that about colonies sounded a bit more like he would have been there to see it. "No, I think I will stay her for a little bit. Weather is, as you do quite say, very cold outside. Are you allowed to handle any of the food?" A hand reaches to the button of his coat, opening one to slide his hand under it, and a moment later, he withdraws a wallet from a pocket inside, opens it and takes a look at it. There is some foreign currency inside it, Euro, Yen, takes a moment to look for the dollars.
Alex crosses his arms in front of his chest and brings one hand up to scratch at his cheek as the unusual chap picks him for information. The dish-cloth he's been carrying hangs in his right hand closer to his side, blending in with the bandages wrapped around his palm that he's subtly keeping tucked under his clothes, "I have a relative with a bit of familiarity with the um.. area.. and I wanted to travel a way from home and explore somewhere that also has a bit of culture and history to it..." He goes quiet for a moment as if contemplating, but he snaps back to attention after realizing the man asked another request of him, "Oh, um... food, food I should be fine with. I actually could do with learning this place's food menu, I thought it was just drinks you know..."
Sorting out a couple of US-dollar bills, he places them down onto the counter. If Alex happens to look closer, the wallet also does not seem to possess any sort of cards. No identification, no credit or bank cards, nothing of the like that might had left a digital footprint. "Alright then, chap. Bring me something to eat? I don't really care about what it is. Just something that's filling." He starts to lean onto the bar. "Don't really care about looking at the menu. You see, I am a little bit in a rush, and if anyone asks after me, you'll be good and say that you havn't seen any men with red hair around." He has to grin, and there is a far more mischievous twinkle in his eyes now. "It is all just for your own safety, too, Chap. And fate willing, you will never need to know why for all your life, there really is no way to get back out of the business of this city. It's prickling and quite dangerous, you'd be best not to stay longer than you absolutely need to. Wouldn't want you to be hurting or tortured by some of those." Creepy, but then his blue eyes glance away, towards the entrance briefly. He seems to focus, to listen...
Alex follows the man's gaze towards the doorway after watching his hands depositing some bills onto the counter, his expression turning from typical British politeness to one that was more wary as the figure's behavior takes a turn for the unusual again, "I'll um... try not to linger around longer than I have to. Thanks for the... the heads up?" Alex is a little baffled on how to exactly respond but tries his best, picking the bills from the counter and turning to search the bar for anything to offer food-wise, not having the menu's contents properly memorized yet he's a bit uncertain if the Trove even -has- food to offer, given how different it seems from the traditional British pub he's more accustomed to.
There is another pair of people that appear by the doorway and glance into the establishment, and then start their pace into and inside and it is perhaps, almost a little silly that their gazes do go over the people here. One of them raises their phone and quietly says something into it. They are both suited up, and there is the barely visible outline of a firearm in the blazer's inside pocket of the person that says something into their phone, their hand needing to raise to speak into it. It is a woman that has a slight frame, and there is some words she then does say to the other woman besides her.
Eventually they find the red-haired man, and they move to the side, and though it is subtle, Alex might had glimpsed them by chance. If one were to try and define it, it would be best to describe it as if predators had found their prey in the red-haired man, though Alex is evidently spared from any of those looks... today.
The red-haired man has noticed them, too, even so audacious as to raise a hand before his gaze turns to Alex, and there is a shrug of his shoulders with that same lighter smile again if Alex returns back to him or gives him a look.
Alex takes brief notice of the two newcomers to the building as he's searching around the bar area, initially his gaze is just a passing one but as the two get closer he stops what he's doing to examine them a little more closely. Alex glances aside towards the red-haired man as his movements grow more cautious, becoming less erratic as if he's trying not to draw any attention to himself from the additional strangers in his vicinity right now. He tries to smile back at the red-haired stranger although it's an uncertain one for sure.
Rising to his feet, seeing Alex uncertainty, the man does turn to the two suited up people and makes his way over to them. What happens next might be considered more than just odd... First, they move a little more to the side, out of sight, though the red-haired man seems to make sure Alex can still see them. Then there is a moment where one of the two women seems to stare utterly transfixed onto the man, prompting the other to draw her firearm, but she looks just the same a moment later... From a distance, it might feel heavy, it might feel odd, but a moment later, both of the women look utterly confused, and the one with the firearm hides it again. Then, both of them leave from the establishment and the man returns closer to the counter, giving Alex a nod of his head and another one of those light smiles of his. "It's all handled, chap." He calls out on over, which probably draws a look or two in both of their directions individually.
Alex offers the stranger an uncertain smile, a sort of reassurance that he's okay, as his posture relaxes a little bit again, "Y'know... think I'm a little more worried over how quickly guns are brought into the equation... You'd have to cause a major ruckus back home for folks to pull a gun out on you... Or just.. upset a farmer I suppose." Alex frowns slightly but shakes it off, attempting to return his attention to the man properly now that the lingering trouble has dissipated.
"Chap, how about I tell you a little story?" The red-haired man suggests, his lighter smile grows a little more... frantic? It is noted as if someone with a more obsessive intention found something that they find incredibly funny, hidden behind something that is quite controlled to not show. "Once upon a time, there was a couple of people that found out how to use magic and became incredibly powerful to a point that they found themselves to live for eternity and called themselves gods..." Is this some cult shit? Uh oh, but he keeps going. "For a couple thousands of years, they ruled over humanity and the people here, found how to form flesh on them and themselves until they found ways to create worlds of their own." He hides his wallet under his coat again and closes the button. "These worlds exist independently, but took the majority of the world's inherent magic with them. Those places are now full of it. Another two thousand years and a settlement is created at a place with access to several more gates that lead to those distance worlds. A magic sanctuary resides over the people there... preventing most of the violence to become lethal or of a more permanent nature, but it means that everyone is more cruel in other ways and their little three-way war and far more willing to hurt each other with their little weapons. Can't kill the muppet, chap." He has to laugh, and his blues settle on Alex' blues.
"If I cared for what Venice thinks, I would be needing to wipe your memories now. Make you think all this was just a dream, and it is something most people in this side of the world knows to do. Better not to mention this to your friends, chap, they might all just be working for someone needing to do it, but that's what Venice gets when they decide someone is a criminal. They can go be wankers to someone else."
He smiles to Alex, as if he's placed and started a game with the other. "I think I'll be leaving, good chap. Thank you for the service." Though he doesn't just go right away and lingers for a moment, as if to see the other's full reaction and response first.
Alex leans in a bit closer as the strange looking man rattles off his equally strange sounding tale, as if to keep a close proximity to limit who else might be able to overhear. Despite his caution or nervous disposition Alex listens intently with an expression that suggests he's actually following along and understanding, he doesn't seem to be disregarding the man's tale as fantastical at all. There is some confusion to his face when the man brings up Venice, as if the city and it's connection to what's going on isn't something he had considered before, but it doesn't take much time for him to puzzle things out in his own head, "I... I see. I'll thank you for not doing anything to my memories. I did.. come here to learn after all, it wouldn't be very good if I went home not remembering a thing about my day."
Alex clearing his throat Alex offers the man a bit more confidence with his next bit of thanks, "I appreciate the warning about the area... It does feel like a place where trouble can find you easily... Um, don't let me keep you though, if you've got places to be. Thanks for visiting the Trove."
Alex clears his throat and offers the man a bit more confidence with his next bit of thanks, "I appreciate the warning about the area... It does feel like a place where trouble can find you easily... Um, don't let me keep you though, if you've got places to be. Thanks for visiting the Trove." - fix because I tried to split one big thing in two and rolled a 1.
As their interaction deepens, the stranger's demeanor shifts from casual to intriguing, revealing an underlying tension that Alex can't quite ignore. The man's attention to finer details and his cryptic warnings hint at a world far removed from the normalcy of bar work. The conversation takes a dramatic turn when two suited individuals enter, their intent focus on the red-haired man suggesting a hunt coming to its culmination. However, through an enigmatic display that leaves the agents bamboozled and retreating, the stranger showcases his unusual capabilities, leaving Alex in a bewildered state. Despite the unsettling undertone of their exchange, the man shares a fantastical tale, teetering on the edge of reality and myth, hinting at ancient magic, eternal beings, and hidden worlds intertwined with the fabric of The Trove's reality. With a final cryptic message about the nature of magic and a caution against involving Venice, the stranger departs, leaving Alex to ponder the depth and dangers of the world he's stumbled into, a world where magic runs deep, and allegiances are as shifting as the sea.
(Alex's odd encounter(SRRitsuka):SRRitsuka)
[Tue Dec 17 2024]
At The Trove Barcade
This room is dominated by a sprawling, weathered bar. The bar's surface, polished to a high sheen, is inlaid with a mosaic of colorful sea glass, glinting in the dim, lantern-like lighting.
The walls, painted a deep, oceanic blue, are adorned with an eclectic assortment of nautical paraphernalia. Aged maps, and faded flags are interspersed with vintage arcade game marquees. The ceiling, draped with tattered sails and thick, knotted ropes, gives the impression of being below deck on a ship.
In the corners of the room, clusters of arcade games flicker and beep, their colorful screens casting a kaleidoscope of light onto the wooden floorboards. The air is filled with the clatter of pinball machines, the electronic melodies of video games, and the occasional thud of an axe hitting its target.
Behind the bar, a vast array of bottles is displayed, their contents ranging from craft beers to exotic rums. The bartenders, dressed in pirate garb, deftly mix cocktails, their movements punctuated by the clink of glass and the hiss of a freshly opened beer.
North/South: Restrooms
Northeast: Games
East: Axe Throwing
Southeast: Competitive Games
Down: Laser Tag
It is morning, about 27F(-2C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.
(Your target and their allies are charged with tracking down a supernatural criminal on the run from the factions, what they do with them then is up to the players to decide.
)
Alex moves a little further away from the group that's been conversing at the bar counter as his cleaning duties take him to some of the other surfaces in the room, as he seems determined to do a thorough job on his first official workday.
A lone figure strides into the establishment, covered with one of those long leather coats that covers most of the neck and reaches down to just above the ankles. This figure has short red hair and is a man with stark blue eyes that look bright and a note innocent. They stand out when the eyecolor of most people tend to be a richer shade, but darker. It is no glow. The red haired man glances around the establishment, over the patrons and linger on some more than on others and if his look was followed, it would be easy to tell that it is some of the rings on people's hands, necklaces, the little trinkets and accessories, jewelry, where his gaze lingers.
A glance is given back outside, it is delving deeper into winter and it is cold outside and warm in here. Eventually the man's gaze draws to Alex, and he just smiles faintly as he begins to make his way over towards Alex. "Good morning," the red haired man greets with a light-elevated mood. "How is it going today, if I'm permitted to be so bold as to ask." Must be British. "Are you working for the bar and can I place an order in with you, good sir?" He slides onto a stool on the other side of the counter to Alex.
Alex lifts his head up as the noir-looking stranger approaches him, initially offering just a small smile but he soon stands back up straight to address the red-haired figure properly as he asks him questions, "Ah, good morning. It is still a bit frosty out there but it's a pretty good morning despite that." Alex offers an apologetic look to the fellow's request, gesturing towards where he last saw the other bar staff standing, "I'm just the um, hired help today. Sam over there was taking orders, just because I'm a little under the drinking age.."
The man lets out a light-hearted laughter to Alex which follows with a nod "Ah, right. The former colonies are a lot more different with the drinking age." He stays where he is, but looks to Sam and to where others are, again, his eyes settle on the little items people possess, and then the lapel and hem of clothing, as if searching for something. "These lands really aren't so much the same anymore." His gaze strides back to Alex and he smiles. "What brings you to this place in Haven? You're still looking pretty green. It is nay place I would recommend you stay at, boy. There's dangers here that you shouldn't even want to deal with and can you really trust any of these people?" He can't be that much older than Alex, looking to be just somewhere between twenty and twenty five, and the way he said that about colonies sounded a bit more like he would have been there to see it. "No, I think I will stay her for a little bit. Weather is, as you do quite say, very cold outside. Are you allowed to handle any of the food?" A hand reaches to the button of his coat, opening one to slide his hand under it, and a moment later, he withdraws a wallet from a pocket inside, opens it and takes a look at it. There is some foreign currency inside it, Euro, Yen, takes a moment to look for the dollars.
Alex crosses his arms in front of his chest and brings one hand up to scratch at his cheek as the unusual chap picks him for information. The dish-cloth he's been carrying hangs in his right hand closer to his side, blending in with the bandages wrapped around his palm that he's subtly keeping tucked under his clothes, "I have a relative with a bit of familiarity with the um.. area.. and I wanted to travel a way from home and explore somewhere that also has a bit of culture and history to it..." He goes quiet for a moment as if contemplating, but he snaps back to attention after realizing the man asked another request of him, "Oh, um... food, food I should be fine with. I actually could do with learning this place's food menu, I thought it was just drinks you know..."
Sorting out a couple of US-dollar bills, he places them down onto the counter. If Alex happens to look closer, the wallet also does not seem to possess any sort of cards. No identification, no credit or bank cards, nothing of the like that might had left a digital footprint. "Alright then, chap. Bring me something to eat? I don't really care about what it is. Just something that's filling." He starts to lean onto the bar. "Don't really care about looking at the menu. You see, I am a little bit in a rush, and if anyone asks after me, you'll be good and say that you havn't seen any men with red hair around." He has to grin, and there is a far more mischievous twinkle in his eyes now. "It is all just for your own safety, too, Chap. And fate willing, you will never need to know why for all your life, there really is no way to get back out of the business of this city. It's prickling and quite dangerous, you'd be best not to stay longer than you absolutely need to. Wouldn't want you to be hurting or tortured by some of those." Creepy, but then his blue eyes glance away, towards the entrance briefly. He seems to focus, to listen...
Alex follows the man's gaze towards the doorway after watching his hands depositing some bills onto the counter, his expression turning from typical British politeness to one that was more wary as the figure's behavior takes a turn for the unusual again, "I'll um... try not to linger around longer than I have to. Thanks for the... the heads up?" Alex is a little baffled on how to exactly respond but tries his best, picking the bills from the counter and turning to search the bar for anything to offer food-wise, not having the menu's contents properly memorized yet he's a bit uncertain if the Trove even -has- food to offer, given how different it seems from the traditional British pub he's more accustomed to.
There is another pair of people that appear by the doorway and glance into the establishment, and then start their pace into and inside and it is perhaps, almost a little silly that their gazes do go over the people here. One of them raises their phone and quietly says something into it. They are both suited up, and there is the barely visible outline of a firearm in the blazer's inside pocket of the person that says something into their phone, their hand needing to raise to speak into it. It is a woman that has a slight frame, and there is some words she then does say to the other woman besides her.
Eventually they find the red-haired man, and they move to the side, and though it is subtle, Alex might had glimpsed them by chance. If one were to try and define it, it would be best to describe it as if predators had found their prey in the red-haired man, though Alex is evidently spared from any of those looks... today.
The red-haired man has noticed them, too, even so audacious as to raise a hand before his gaze turns to Alex, and there is a shrug of his shoulders with that same lighter smile again if Alex returns back to him or gives him a look.
Alex takes brief notice of the two newcomers to the building as he's searching around the bar area, initially his gaze is just a passing one but as the two get closer he stops what he's doing to examine them a little more closely. Alex glances aside towards the red-haired man as his movements grow more cautious, becoming less erratic as if he's trying not to draw any attention to himself from the additional strangers in his vicinity right now. He tries to smile back at the red-haired stranger although it's an uncertain one for sure.
Rising to his feet, seeing Alex uncertainty, the man does turn to the two suited up people and makes his way over to them. What happens next might be considered more than just odd... First, they move a little more to the side, out of sight, though the red-haired man seems to make sure Alex can still see them. Then there is a moment where one of the two women seems to stare utterly transfixed onto the man, prompting the other to draw her firearm, but she looks just the same a moment later... From a distance, it might feel heavy, it might feel odd, but a moment later, both of the women look utterly confused, and the one with the firearm hides it again. Then, both of them leave from the establishment and the man returns closer to the counter, giving Alex a nod of his head and another one of those light smiles of his. "It's all handled, chap." He calls out on over, which probably draws a look or two in both of their directions individually.
Alex offers the stranger an uncertain smile, a sort of reassurance that he's okay, as his posture relaxes a little bit again, "Y'know... think I'm a little more worried over how quickly guns are brought into the equation... You'd have to cause a major ruckus back home for folks to pull a gun out on you... Or just.. upset a farmer I suppose." Alex frowns slightly but shakes it off, attempting to return his attention to the man properly now that the lingering trouble has dissipated.
"Chap, how about I tell you a little story?" The red-haired man suggests, his lighter smile grows a little more... frantic? It is noted as if someone with a more obsessive intention found something that they find incredibly funny, hidden behind something that is quite controlled to not show. "Once upon a time, there was a couple of people that found out how to use magic and became incredibly powerful to a point that they found themselves to live for eternity and called themselves gods..." Is this some cult shit? Uh oh, but he keeps going. "For a couple thousands of years, they ruled over humanity and the people here, found how to form flesh on them and themselves until they found ways to create worlds of their own." He hides his wallet under his coat again and closes the button. "These worlds exist independently, but took the majority of the world's inherent magic with them. Those places are now full of it. Another two thousand years and a settlement is created at a place with access to several more gates that lead to those distance worlds. A magic sanctuary resides over the people there... preventing most of the violence to become lethal or of a more permanent nature, but it means that everyone is more cruel in other ways and their little three-way war and far more willing to hurt each other with their little weapons. Can't kill the muppet, chap." He has to laugh, and his blues settle on Alex' blues.
"If I cared for what Venice thinks, I would be needing to wipe your memories now. Make you think all this was just a dream, and it is something most people in this side of the world knows to do. Better not to mention this to your friends, chap, they might all just be working for someone needing to do it, but that's what Venice gets when they decide someone is a criminal. They can go be wankers to someone else."
He smiles to Alex, as if he's placed and started a game with the other. "I think I'll be leaving, good chap. Thank you for the service." Though he doesn't just go right away and lingers for a moment, as if to see the other's full reaction and response first.
Alex leans in a bit closer as the strange looking man rattles off his equally strange sounding tale, as if to keep a close proximity to limit who else might be able to overhear. Despite his caution or nervous disposition Alex listens intently with an expression that suggests he's actually following along and understanding, he doesn't seem to be disregarding the man's tale as fantastical at all. There is some confusion to his face when the man brings up Venice, as if the city and it's connection to what's going on isn't something he had considered before, but it doesn't take much time for him to puzzle things out in his own head, "I... I see. I'll thank you for not doing anything to my memories. I did.. come here to learn after all, it wouldn't be very good if I went home not remembering a thing about my day."
Alex clearing his throat Alex offers the man a bit more confidence with his next bit of thanks, "I appreciate the warning about the area... It does feel like a place where trouble can find you easily... Um, don't let me keep you though, if you've got places to be. Thanks for visiting the Trove."
Alex clears his throat and offers the man a bit more confidence with his next bit of thanks, "I appreciate the warning about the area... It does feel like a place where trouble can find you easily... Um, don't let me keep you though, if you've got places to be. Thanks for visiting the Trove." - fix because I tried to split one big thing in two and rolled a 1.