Patrollogs
(Castiel's nightmare battle with Declan)
[Wed Apr 2 2025]
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 about 50F(10C) degrees.
Juniper coughs, eyeing the sleeping form of Edith with a slightly pursed mouth. "Hmmm," she intones thoughtfully without elaboration for the moment.
Declan tsks, looking about as he loads up his carbine.
Edith sighs, glancing around. "How vexing."
"I guess we're allies?" Declan asks Edith, whistling as he looks around.
Edith says "It appears so."
That the woman should fall asleep during their conversation should surprise Jonathan, but he seems more surprised by the other guy that came in and out. A shrug and he's back at drinking, smirking slightly as he sees Juniper is not a slow drinker - at least in comparison to him. Easilly he offers "another one?"
Edith taps her foot.
There is an idle, almost off-kilter tapping. Though unclear where it comes from, Castiel's stride, the glide of a blade across the ground - it sends ripples far, far out within the expanse of the void.
"No, one's good for me," Juniper replies with an easy grin, sliding the empty bottle away from her on the bartop to be collected by the tender. "And thanks for that anyway, it was refreshing," she adds. She sort of rearranges Edith who is slowly slumping to the side - putting her in a more upright and centred position on the stool where she leans unconscious on the bar. "I'm uh- actually probably going to have to take my leave as well," she mentions with a small irritable inflection to something unseen.
There are no words; That would be foolish. Edith cant get far enough away from someone as fast as Castiel and instead makes the shot she gets count. A bolt of dark sorcery, a rapid movement and a nod. This is going to be tough.
Jonathan clacks his tongue with some disappointment, seeing how Juniper won't day drink as much as himself. "Ya welcome", he says all the same, and nods to Juniper, trying to hide a smile as he tells her "don't worry, I ain't gonna go stealin' your friends shoes while she's passed out."
"Edith can handle herself and her own shoes, I'm sure," Juniper replies, seemingly unconcerned about their fate either by good faith in the owner of those feet or simply non-chalance. "It was nice to meet you though, John. Next time the beer will be on me, ya?" She makes a brief two-fingered salute saying this while sliding off her stool. "See you around."
One step. That bolt of writhing dark magic meets nothing when it lands - and Castiel, even within the bounds of the nightmare proves to be impossible to contain or keep at bay so easily. The sight of his wings unfolded and spread so far enough to cast their light and him along with it, disappears in the single span it takes for Castiel to cover the distance and appears right in front of Edith's face. The rippling earth, the shade of void in its liquid nature is disturbed - and like a shockwave, it all erupts to the air in the wake of him, receding in turbulent waves only after he's stopped, and reared his blade for a strike aimed at Edith's center mass.
"Welp. Thought one of ours was in trouble," says Declan, blowing out a breath. Nevertheless, he aims and directs ineffectual fire towards Castiel while trying to make distance, looking far from interested in engaging.
"Now, I won't say no to free beer, am I?" Jonathan talks towards the sleeping woman now, and gestures towards the bartender, ordering a second round - for him.
An up-hill battle is a taxing thing, but still. This is what was decided by divine providence and as a primary, Edith is no true combattent. The best Edith can hope to achieve is a good show as the angel is a serious threat-- On the battlefield or not. The rapid motion was expected. But Edith couldn't get far enough to move in any case. Castiel is simply too fast, Edith knows that. Declan fires, Edith is (at least for now) consuming Castiel's attention, and so what follows is a quick motion; The flick of the staff upwards, an aim for center mass, just as with Castiel, and then comes the trick. The tines of Edith's branch meet the metal of Castiel's blade, steel to petrified wood and a single twist dislodges the weapon-- At least for now. The staff thrust itself might rock a lesser being, but Castiel is not that, and this is done simply to give the angel at least a challenge.
Declan has little to offer but more gunfire. Though at close range, none really lands home.
Anyone else may have fallen for the trick. Anyone but Castiel, who is a blade unto their own. The few stray bullets that fly past irritate, to be sure, but it doesn't deter his singular focus upon Edith. As soon as his weapon is dislodged, flies away, what follows is the real attack. Not the feint that struck first - but the back of a hand that comes to chastise, seeking past Edith's guard with unerring accuracy. All while the sword snaps back at his side to the hand it was taken from.
Jonathan sees Randall stepping in, nods towards him and says "morning", then turns his attention back to the bartender to pay for the new beer he's being served with.
Randall moves up to the bar, running his hand through his wet hair. "Morning. Hopefully this mess'll let up soon." He gives a small grin, venturing, "You don't look like a lazer tag kinda guy. What brings you here?"
"Don't I?" Jonathan asks Randall, turning to look at him, squinting slight, possibly offended by the accusation. "Why not?"
That backhand-hurt-. Castiel is a veritable force of nature and even for a vampire, dead already and painless, that's a telling shot. There's a crack from within that Edith will have to repair later-- Or at least, if this wern't a metaphysical battle it would be. Still, a blow of that magnitude is a horrific thing. Edith's staff comes up-- Too slowly. Castiel is simply too fast, too practiced and Declan and Edith are clearly like nats to him. Another strike of the staff. Weaker now. Edith needs to repair herself after that, but the attack still comes, even if Castiel is able to stop it in its infancy.
"Big target. Solid." Randall reasons, squaring his own shoulders, almost pathetically so, as if to demonstrate. Then he makes finger guns and gives a few "Pew pew"'s toward Jonathan.
Declan tries the Nightmare door in the meantime and dashes for it after his magazine runs close to empty, backing up through it with his muzzle still pointed at Castiel, not that it'd do all that much. "Damn."
"Hm." Jonathan replies, taking some time to move his eyes away from Randall, and then raising the new beer to sip form it. "Being big ain't a problem if you shoot first", he finally says, glancing to Randall and adding "but I'm more an axe throwing sort of chap."
One of those abyssally-large wings spears the earth at his back. More than tools for flight, they're extra limbs to ground and keep, to adjust stance and recover balance. As they push, so comes flame - a twisting spill of it that coats Castiel's weapon, entirely, from base to tip and dripping with golden ichor. There isn't even an inkling of infernal in the divine manifestation of radiant heaven's fire -- and it blocks, first. The staff that Edith launches, Castiel meets it, turns asked, shoves off to not seek an opening but make one for himself - and the descending blade ascends, cutting towards Edith from hip to neck. All, wearing only the facade of a grim determination set and nestled in his gaze narrow upon the woman that he engages so closely, to the point Castiel's eyes in their subtle glow burrow into hers. Like a prey-starved predator before a feast.
"I'm not an axe-throwing sort of chap." Randall volunteers readily, hands going to grab at the edge of the bar. The man seems to opt not to sit. "I'm Randall. Pretty new in town. What is it you do here?"
when Lenore comes in from the diluge, Randall does a double take, distracted from his conversation with Jonathan. He just kind of gawks for five seconds or more, then blinks rapidly and darts his gaze away. "I work in...stuff...I do stuff." he tells Jonathan, seeming to forget what he was talking about.
Lenore pokes her head in and gives the place a curious once over before beaming a smile as she briefly catches Randall's gaze, "Don't mind me. Just lookin around," she says softly and taps her chin in thought.
Edith knows where this is going and not well earned-- It's inevitable. Castiel has all the advantages here. Edith can only hope to do -something- Edith's eyes narrow, slitting and Edith's fangs extend; Fire. Even if it wern't clear before, Edith -hates- fire. It burns the dead. It destroys and cleanses. Castiel's gaze is simply accepted. Edith knew this going into the fight. A nod of acceptance then. Edith will drop if hit enough. Castiel is already doing so much that Edith's metaphysical body is slowing, unable to truly attack with any degree of rapidity or remembered muscle motion. Not the staff then but a knife that's produced from nowhere. It grazes Castiel's ribs, though it's not a deep cut. Poisoned though, possibly. Then comes the next of the bag of tricks, the dead switch. Edith can at least do -something- telling, even if there is no victory to be found. Those flames burn, and though they do not spread from the blade, Edith's undead form smokes, the monster hidden beneath beginning to reveal itself in Edith's inhuman, instinctive hiss.
"That's cool..." Randall begins to Lenore, but blinks and falls silent as a few more people enter the space.
Victoria tilts her head toward Randall, Jonathan, and someone. "Hello."
Victoria tilts her head toward Randall, Jonathan, and the ebonette who falls asleep. "Hello."
Shaking off the chill of Haven's relentless storm, Lorenzo sidles up to the bar, casting a discerning glance over the eclectic selection of drinks. He lets out a sigh, his expression a blend of amusement and mild exasperation. "Ah, the joys of choice: feels like choosing between the lesser of several evils," he quips, flashing a roguish grin at the bartender. "Got anything that won't taste like it was brewed in Davy Jones' locker?" His voice, though light, carries a hint of playful challenge, inviting a more adventurous concoction from the pirate-themed mixologists.
Declan rubs a hand over his face as he emerges from the bathroom like he's had a bit of trouble. His eyes roam among those present and he gives a relaxed wave.
"Hellow..." Jonathan replies, and then smiles to Rin as she wakes up, "hey sleepy-head", he throws at her. To Randall he says "Do? Besides throwing axes and drinkin beer?"
Lenore beams a smile at Victoria then Declan and then Lorenzo, "Howdy, Howdy, howdy!"
It's not pretty-- Edith doesn't have the luxury for that. No, to the contrary, it's quick, dirty and violent. If Castiel were anyone else, it might be telling, though Castiel is an ancient, powerful thing. It's a fly against a window. It's nothing. It's wind against the great wall of China, but it is -something-. Edith grips Edith's staff as Declan works on getting distance. Edith raises it, reverses Edith's grip, then bludgeons Castiel with all of Edith's strength.
"Yup. Think I'll come back home a bit - " Declan says generally, but he returns Lenore's smile.
Lorenzo offers Lenore an easy grin that tugs at the corner of his lip.
a bit nervously perhaps, Randall now opts to claim a seat at the end of the bar. "I work in the nonprofit sector, when I'm not drinking beer." he supplies to Jonathan "I came into town to see if I could help out any local orgs, and was greeted by the sea herself!"
Rin steps up next to Lenore and stops there with her hands on her elbows, arms crossed over her stomach. "I believe I may have mistaken your intent last night. I did not mean to be upset over being requested such a simple thing. But it was that it was simple which had made me want to go to bed."
Lenore flutters her eyes and slides her glasses back on, "I mean I'm not particularly busy myself. Just chatty."
Victoria says "Alright, three new faces. Who's who? @me wonders. "
And yet, Castiel's arm lifts - the sword swings, and the staff is parried away before it makes contact. Even if the knife does nick Castiel in the ribs - spreads that insidious poison into his veins. It narrows Castiel's eyes further, lends a crueler glimmer to that look he has over Edith. Then, comes another strike - a pummeling hit with the downward return of his blade to slam the hilt upon Edith, a bludgeon for a bludgeon. Though, something to the way his lips are drawn thinly conveys some displeasure - even if the amount of foreign substance in him hardly winds him down, yet.
"Alright, three new faces. Who's who?" Victoria wonders. (fix)
Lorenzo swirls the whiskey in his lowball glass, the amber liquid catching the dim, lantern-like lighting of the bar. He takes a slow, appreciative sip, letting the rich, smoky flavor settle on his palate. Leaning back against the polished bar, he surveys the room with a relaxed, almost lazy gaze, the corners of his mouth quirking up in a faint smirk.
"Ha- never understood that, me. I mean, if it ain't for profit, how can ya work in it? Like, I mean, where's the money for paychecks and stuff, right?" Then, turning and smiling a bit towards Victoria, Jonathan says "My name's John." He then looks surprised, followed by amused, as he notices Rin dozing off and on. "Ya need a coffee, Edith lass?"
"Sec." Declan chuckles at Victoria's (verbally) unbidden assertion to him, ,and turns to step back out into the flood.""
"Victoria," Victoria introduces, before peering at someone. "She'll wake up soon enough."
A nod- Acceptance of the bludgeon, fully knowing that something larger is to follow. No attack, Edith is going to play this out, and so wounds dealt heal as light is sapped from the world. Is it enough? Not by a long shot, but Edith is never the less going to fight. The obvious opening as Edith casts and Edith simply waits for Castiel's next attack. Not anger. Not frustration, but a certain stalward determination as Edith lines herself up, reducing her profile, a tactic that might work against anyone other than Castiel.
"Victoria," Victoria introduces, before peering at Edith. "She'll wake up soon enough."
Rin says "Forget it most Americans do not care"
"I'm Randall. I'm really bad at axe throwing." Randall volunteers to Victoria at her call for intros. At Jonathan's words, he offers, "I can explain how it all works if you actually care, but it's pretty boring. The term is just kind of misleading, is all."
"Randall, yeah, I remember you kind of," Victoria nods to Randall.
The name reminds Jonathan of something, he reaches for his phone, then checks some app, looks between the phone's screen and Victoria a couple of times, and finally tells her "ha- I've seen you on MyHaven."
Victoria says "Hi, Phoenix."
Lenore pulls out a green tea she had snuck in and sips from it while looking down at her phone, "Oh!" she smiles back at someone, "Well I'm not much of a day drinker myself, but the bar is comfier than standing." She nods to Jonathan with a smile, "I'm Lenore."
Whatever she may have expected, as Edith makes herself smaller before the hit - it doesn't arrive. She's only buffeted by a gust of wind, something with a tangible weight behind it - something that makes gravity act erratically and drive her to the ground with a heavy burden pressing down on her shoulders- and Castiel is several paces away. Hovering just a few inches off the ground in the facsimile of a bar they're in -- already notched a heavy bolt to aim it and let loose to strike her.
Lorenzo's eyes drift lazily over the eclectic mix of patrons. His gaze lingers on a group laughing raucously by the arcade machines, their joy infectious. He observes a couple at the axe-throwing lane, their competitive spirits flaring with each throw. Taking another slow sip of whiskey, he appreciates the warm burn as it slides down his throat.
Lenore pulls out a green tea she had snuck in and sips from it while looking down at her phone, "Oh!" she smiles back at the now sleeping Rin, "Well I'm not much of a day drinker myself, but the bar is comfier than standing." She nods to Jonathan with a smile, "I'm Lenore."
"I am sure if beauty had a name, the gods would have blessed it with that of Victoria." Phoenix assures Victoria as he flashes her a friendly smile, making his way over toward the bar and settling in, though not taking up a position to work this day. "How are you doing Vic?" he asks before offering a nod of greetings to the others. "How is everyone doing?"
Jonathan turns to see soft joining the bar, assumes that he's the one Victoria is calling 'Phoenix'. Then, scanning around, he looks at Lenore and comments, "Nice to meet'ya, Lenore."
Victoria stares at Phoenix for a moment, then bursts into laughter. "You're putting thought into it now," she tells him. "Not bad, other than you know, water everywhere."
"I try to think, when it doesn't make my brain hurt." Phoenix admits to Victoria after a moment before he cracks a brief grin toward her and gives a hitch of his shoulders.
Castiels Nightmare Battle With Edith 250409
(Castiel's nightmare battle with Declan)
[Wed Apr 2 2025]
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 about 50F(10C) degrees.
Juniper coughs, eyeing the sleeping form of Edith with a slightly pursed mouth. "Hmmm," she intones thoughtfully without elaboration for the moment.
Declan tsks, looking about as he loads up his carbine.
Edith sighs, glancing around. "How vexing."
"I guess we're allies?" Declan asks Edith, whistling as he looks around.
Edith says "It appears so."
That the woman should fall asleep during their conversation should surprise Jonathan, but he seems more surprised by the other guy that came in and out. A shrug and he's back at drinking, smirking slightly as he sees Juniper is not a slow drinker - at least in comparison to him. Easilly he offers "another one?"
Edith taps her foot.
There is an idle, almost off-kilter tapping. Though unclear where it comes from, Castiel's stride, the glide of a blade across the ground - it sends ripples far, far out within the expanse of the void.
"No, one's good for me," Juniper replies with an easy grin, sliding the empty bottle away from her on the bartop to be collected by the tender. "And thanks for that anyway, it was refreshing," she adds. She sort of rearranges Edith who is slowly slumping to the side - putting her in a more upright and centred position on the stool where she leans unconscious on the bar. "I'm uh- actually probably going to have to take my leave as well," she mentions with a small irritable inflection to something unseen.
There are no words; That would be foolish. Edith cant get far enough away from someone as fast as Castiel and instead makes the shot she gets count. A bolt of dark sorcery, a rapid movement and a nod. This is going to be tough.
Jonathan clacks his tongue with some disappointment, seeing how Juniper won't day drink as much as himself. "Ya welcome", he says all the same, and nods to Juniper, trying to hide a smile as he tells her "don't worry, I ain't gonna go stealin' your friends shoes while she's passed out."
"Edith can handle herself and her own shoes, I'm sure," Juniper replies, seemingly unconcerned about their fate either by good faith in the owner of those feet or simply non-chalance. "It was nice to meet you though, John. Next time the beer will be on me, ya?" She makes a brief two-fingered salute saying this while sliding off her stool. "See you around."
One step. That bolt of writhing dark magic meets nothing when it lands - and Castiel, even within the bounds of the nightmare proves to be impossible to contain or keep at bay so easily. The sight of his wings unfolded and spread so far enough to cast their light and him along with it, disappears in the single span it takes for Castiel to cover the distance and appears right in front of Edith's face. The rippling earth, the shade of void in its liquid nature is disturbed - and like a shockwave, it all erupts to the air in the wake of him, receding in turbulent waves only after he's stopped, and reared his blade for a strike aimed at Edith's center mass.
"Welp. Thought one of ours was in trouble," says Declan, blowing out a breath. Nevertheless, he aims and directs ineffectual fire towards Castiel while trying to make distance, looking far from interested in engaging.
"Now, I won't say no to free beer, am I?" Jonathan talks towards the sleeping woman now, and gestures towards the bartender, ordering a second round - for him.
An up-hill battle is a taxing thing, but still. This is what was decided by divine providence and as a primary, Edith is no true combattent. The best Edith can hope to achieve is a good show as the angel is a serious threat-- On the battlefield or not. The rapid motion was expected. But Edith couldn't get far enough to move in any case. Castiel is simply too fast, Edith knows that. Declan fires, Edith is (at least for now) consuming Castiel's attention, and so what follows is a quick motion; The flick of the staff upwards, an aim for center mass, just as with Castiel, and then comes the trick. The tines of Edith's branch meet the metal of Castiel's blade, steel to petrified wood and a single twist dislodges the weapon-- At least for now. The staff thrust itself might rock a lesser being, but Castiel is not that, and this is done simply to give the angel at least a challenge.
Declan has little to offer but more gunfire. Though at close range, none really lands home.
Anyone else may have fallen for the trick. Anyone but Castiel, who is a blade unto their own. The few stray bullets that fly past irritate, to be sure, but it doesn't deter his singular focus upon Edith. As soon as his weapon is dislodged, flies away, what follows is the real attack. Not the feint that struck first - but the back of a hand that comes to chastise, seeking past Edith's guard with unerring accuracy. All while the sword snaps back at his side to the hand it was taken from.
Jonathan sees Randall stepping in, nods towards him and says "morning", then turns his attention back to the bartender to pay for the new beer he's being served with.
Randall moves up to the bar, running his hand through his wet hair. "Morning. Hopefully this mess'll let up soon." He gives a small grin, venturing, "You don't look like a lazer tag kinda guy. What brings you here?"
"Don't I?" Jonathan asks Randall, turning to look at him, squinting slight, possibly offended by the accusation. "Why not?"
That backhand-hurt-. Castiel is a veritable force of nature and even for a vampire, dead already and painless, that's a telling shot. There's a crack from within that Edith will have to repair later-- Or at least, if this wern't a metaphysical battle it would be. Still, a blow of that magnitude is a horrific thing. Edith's staff comes up-- Too slowly. Castiel is simply too fast, too practiced and Declan and Edith are clearly like nats to him. Another strike of the staff. Weaker now. Edith needs to repair herself after that, but the attack still comes, even if Castiel is able to stop it in its infancy.
"Big target. Solid." Randall reasons, squaring his own shoulders, almost pathetically so, as if to demonstrate. Then he makes finger guns and gives a few "Pew pew"'s toward Jonathan.
Declan tries the Nightmare door in the meantime and dashes for it after his magazine runs close to empty, backing up through it with his muzzle still pointed at Castiel, not that it'd do all that much. "Damn."
"Hm." Jonathan replies, taking some time to move his eyes away from Randall, and then raising the new beer to sip form it. "Being big ain't a problem if you shoot first", he finally says, glancing to Randall and adding "but I'm more an axe throwing sort of chap."
One of those abyssally-large wings spears the earth at his back. More than tools for flight, they're extra limbs to ground and keep, to adjust stance and recover balance. As they push, so comes flame - a twisting spill of it that coats Castiel's weapon, entirely, from base to tip and dripping with golden ichor. There isn't even an inkling of infernal in the divine manifestation of radiant heaven's fire -- and it blocks, first. The staff that Edith launches, Castiel meets it, turns asked, shoves off to not seek an opening but make one for himself - and the descending blade ascends, cutting towards Edith from hip to neck. All, wearing only the facade of a grim determination set and nestled in his gaze narrow upon the woman that he engages so closely, to the point Castiel's eyes in their subtle glow burrow into hers. Like a prey-starved predator before a feast.
"I'm not an axe-throwing sort of chap." Randall volunteers readily, hands going to grab at the edge of the bar. The man seems to opt not to sit. "I'm Randall. Pretty new in town. What is it you do here?"
when Lenore comes in from the diluge, Randall does a double take, distracted from his conversation with Jonathan. He just kind of gawks for five seconds or more, then blinks rapidly and darts his gaze away. "I work in...stuff...I do stuff." he tells Jonathan, seeming to forget what he was talking about.
Lenore pokes her head in and gives the place a curious once over before beaming a smile as she briefly catches Randall's gaze, "Don't mind me. Just lookin around," she says softly and taps her chin in thought.
Edith knows where this is going and not well earned-- It's inevitable. Castiel has all the advantages here. Edith can only hope to do -something- Edith's eyes narrow, slitting and Edith's fangs extend; Fire. Even if it wern't clear before, Edith -hates- fire. It burns the dead. It destroys and cleanses. Castiel's gaze is simply accepted. Edith knew this going into the fight. A nod of acceptance then. Edith will drop if hit enough. Castiel is already doing so much that Edith's metaphysical body is slowing, unable to truly attack with any degree of rapidity or remembered muscle motion. Not the staff then but a knife that's produced from nowhere. It grazes Castiel's ribs, though it's not a deep cut. Poisoned though, possibly. Then comes the next of the bag of tricks, the dead switch. Edith can at least do -something- telling, even if there is no victory to be found. Those flames burn, and though they do not spread from the blade, Edith's undead form smokes, the monster hidden beneath beginning to reveal itself in Edith's inhuman, instinctive hiss.
"That's cool..." Randall begins to Lenore, but blinks and falls silent as a few more people enter the space.
Victoria tilts her head toward Randall, Jonathan, and someone. "Hello."
Victoria tilts her head toward Randall, Jonathan, and the ebonette who falls asleep. "Hello."
Shaking off the chill of Haven's relentless storm, Lorenzo sidles up to the bar, casting a discerning glance over the eclectic selection of drinks. He lets out a sigh, his expression a blend of amusement and mild exasperation. "Ah, the joys of choice: feels like choosing between the lesser of several evils," he quips, flashing a roguish grin at the bartender. "Got anything that won't taste like it was brewed in Davy Jones' locker?" His voice, though light, carries a hint of playful challenge, inviting a more adventurous concoction from the pirate-themed mixologists.
Declan rubs a hand over his face as he emerges from the bathroom like he's had a bit of trouble. His eyes roam among those present and he gives a relaxed wave.
"Hellow..." Jonathan replies, and then smiles to Rin as she wakes up, "hey sleepy-head", he throws at her. To Randall he says "Do? Besides throwing axes and drinkin beer?"
Lenore beams a smile at Victoria then Declan and then Lorenzo, "Howdy, Howdy, howdy!"
It's not pretty-- Edith doesn't have the luxury for that. No, to the contrary, it's quick, dirty and violent. If Castiel were anyone else, it might be telling, though Castiel is an ancient, powerful thing. It's a fly against a window. It's nothing. It's wind against the great wall of China, but it is -something-. Edith grips Edith's staff as Declan works on getting distance. Edith raises it, reverses Edith's grip, then bludgeons Castiel with all of Edith's strength.
"Yup. Think I'll come back home a bit - " Declan says generally, but he returns Lenore's smile.
Lorenzo offers Lenore an easy grin that tugs at the corner of his lip.
a bit nervously perhaps, Randall now opts to claim a seat at the end of the bar. "I work in the nonprofit sector, when I'm not drinking beer." he supplies to Jonathan "I came into town to see if I could help out any local orgs, and was greeted by the sea herself!"
Rin steps up next to Lenore and stops there with her hands on her elbows, arms crossed over her stomach. "I believe I may have mistaken your intent last night. I did not mean to be upset over being requested such a simple thing. But it was that it was simple which had made me want to go to bed."
Lenore flutters her eyes and slides her glasses back on, "I mean I'm not particularly busy myself. Just chatty."
Victoria says "Alright, three new faces. Who's who? @me wonders. "
And yet, Castiel's arm lifts - the sword swings, and the staff is parried away before it makes contact. Even if the knife does nick Castiel in the ribs - spreads that insidious poison into his veins. It narrows Castiel's eyes further, lends a crueler glimmer to that look he has over Edith. Then, comes another strike - a pummeling hit with the downward return of his blade to slam the hilt upon Edith, a bludgeon for a bludgeon. Though, something to the way his lips are drawn thinly conveys some displeasure - even if the amount of foreign substance in him hardly winds him down, yet.
"Alright, three new faces. Who's who?" Victoria wonders. (fix)
Lorenzo swirls the whiskey in his lowball glass, the amber liquid catching the dim, lantern-like lighting of the bar. He takes a slow, appreciative sip, letting the rich, smoky flavor settle on his palate. Leaning back against the polished bar, he surveys the room with a relaxed, almost lazy gaze, the corners of his mouth quirking up in a faint smirk.
"Ha- never understood that, me. I mean, if it ain't for profit, how can ya work in it? Like, I mean, where's the money for paychecks and stuff, right?" Then, turning and smiling a bit towards Victoria, Jonathan says "My name's John." He then looks surprised, followed by amused, as he notices Rin dozing off and on. "Ya need a coffee, Edith lass?"
"Sec." Declan chuckles at Victoria's (verbally) unbidden assertion to him, ,and turns to step back out into the flood.""
"Victoria," Victoria introduces, before peering at someone. "She'll wake up soon enough."
A nod- Acceptance of the bludgeon, fully knowing that something larger is to follow. No attack, Edith is going to play this out, and so wounds dealt heal as light is sapped from the world. Is it enough? Not by a long shot, but Edith is never the less going to fight. The obvious opening as Edith casts and Edith simply waits for Castiel's next attack. Not anger. Not frustration, but a certain stalward determination as Edith lines herself up, reducing her profile, a tactic that might work against anyone other than Castiel.
"Victoria," Victoria introduces, before peering at Edith. "She'll wake up soon enough."
Rin says "Forget it most Americans do not care"
"I'm Randall. I'm really bad at axe throwing." Randall volunteers to Victoria at her call for intros. At Jonathan's words, he offers, "I can explain how it all works if you actually care, but it's pretty boring. The term is just kind of misleading, is all."
"Randall, yeah, I remember you kind of," Victoria nods to Randall.
The name reminds Jonathan of something, he reaches for his phone, then checks some app, looks between the phone's screen and Victoria a couple of times, and finally tells her "ha- I've seen you on MyHaven."
Victoria says "Hi, Phoenix."
Lenore pulls out a green tea she had snuck in and sips from it while looking down at her phone, "Oh!" she smiles back at someone, "Well I'm not much of a day drinker myself, but the bar is comfier than standing." She nods to Jonathan with a smile, "I'm Lenore."
Whatever she may have expected, as Edith makes herself smaller before the hit - it doesn't arrive. She's only buffeted by a gust of wind, something with a tangible weight behind it - something that makes gravity act erratically and drive her to the ground with a heavy burden pressing down on her shoulders- and Castiel is several paces away. Hovering just a few inches off the ground in the facsimile of a bar they're in -- already notched a heavy bolt to aim it and let loose to strike her.
Lorenzo's eyes drift lazily over the eclectic mix of patrons. His gaze lingers on a group laughing raucously by the arcade machines, their joy infectious. He observes a couple at the axe-throwing lane, their competitive spirits flaring with each throw. Taking another slow sip of whiskey, he appreciates the warm burn as it slides down his throat.
Lenore pulls out a green tea she had snuck in and sips from it while looking down at her phone, "Oh!" she smiles back at the now sleeping Rin, "Well I'm not much of a day drinker myself, but the bar is comfier than standing." She nods to Jonathan with a smile, "I'm Lenore."
"I am sure if beauty had a name, the gods would have blessed it with that of Victoria." Phoenix assures Victoria as he flashes her a friendly smile, making his way over toward the bar and settling in, though not taking up a position to work this day. "How are you doing Vic?" he asks before offering a nod of greetings to the others. "How is everyone doing?"
Jonathan turns to see soft joining the bar, assumes that he's the one Victoria is calling 'Phoenix'. Then, scanning around, he looks at Lenore and comments, "Nice to meet'ya, Lenore."
Victoria stares at Phoenix for a moment, then bursts into laughter. "You're putting thought into it now," she tells him. "Not bad, other than you know, water everywhere."
"I try to think, when it doesn't make my brain hurt." Phoenix admits to Victoria after a moment before he cracks a brief grin toward her and gives a hitch of his shoulders.