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Seminars
| When: | 15 April 2005 |
| Who: | Corey, Edward, Ellen, Inarin, Keitaro, Logan, Soludarius (as Shiela), Sylvia, Tyrr |
| What: | Corey checks in at Fado’s and gets far more than she expected when Inarin drops by looking bloody crazy. |
Fado Irish Pub and Restaurant
Fado's has become a hotspot for many of the locals. The place is split between three different sections, the bar and tavern in one room, another room for the restaurant, and an outside patio area as an extension of the restaurant; all of which are no smoking. The owner, Tyrr Ceallaghan, opened Fado's two years ago and has advertised and made enough deals to watch it grow.
The bar and tavern room has a counter top bar where any of the patrons can sit and talk with the bartenders or their fellow patrons. Near the bar there are a few tables where anyone can sit with friends, share a drink, and just have a good time.
The restaurant and patio area is your classic walk in dine-in restaurant, with different celtic elements on the walls and in the way the rooms are built. The waitresses and waiters are dressed in all black, and always very courteous, as the owners insist on top quality customer service.
There's some work being done at the bar end. Two technicians are installing something near the back room's door, which Tyrr's obviously taken a personal interest in watching the installation.
The door opens and in walks a blonde woman searching for something, a meal or perhaps the proprietor of this establishment. The woman is wearing a plum jacket, white shell and a skirt, and looking decidedly uncomfortable in heels. First things first, sitting down. She smiles at the hostess, asking her to see a table for one, and her boss.
The waitress would immediately point to Tyrr, who is looking quite severely upon the technicians installing some type of advanced electronics into the wall and back door of Fado's. Liam, the temporary bartender, brings Tyrr another mug of coffee as Tyrr asks the technician yet another pointed question about the actual mechanics involved.
Corey is immediately drawn to the door and the expensive electronics. New security...wonder who or what broke the old one. From the look on his face, maybe this isn't the best time to approach the boss. Her feet bring her towards Tyrr instead of going to a seat. Time as any to introduce herself. With somewhat subdued tone, pushing down the brightness that she usually introduces herself with, she says, "Hello there. I'm Corey Yannis."
Sheila arrives to the pub just before Keitaro opens the door to join. She glances at the patron entering and walks over to the bar. Her eyes peek back at tyrr and the electronics technician and their new toys wondering what each of the pieces do. She finds an open barstool and orders a Dt.Coke. Sitting with her back to the bar she looks around the near empty place.
The young asian persuasion begins to make his way into Fado's, pushing the door from the entrance wide open. Though as he enters he takes a deep breath of the clean air within and exhales, following with, "Ahh I haven't been to Fado's in awhile and I need a beer!" and with that continues in his mind, . o O (Yeah... especially after all those Pina' Coladas you had in Mexico for spring break.)
His expression turns semi-sour as he is reminded of his interesting times in Cancun, placing his hand over his stomach lightly. Though the thoughts of sickness are easily swayed as Sheila makes her way across his path. Catching her out of the corner of his eye, Keitaro quirks an brow and smiles lightly as he speaks, "Mro--" and SLAM! the front door comes flying back at him and smacking him in face!
A muffled response of, "Ow..." comes from behind the door as patrons look on with a look of humor about their face at this silly man. Keitaro pushes the door away and stumbles into the bar, his cheeks just turned bright red at the embarrassment he just encountered.
Tyrr looks over his shoulder to the woman's who walked up to greet him, only to be immediately distracted by the flamboyant entrance of another customer. As the door slams back into Keitaro's face, Tyrr just shakes his head before his eyes glide over to Corey, his eyes narrowing before he turns back toward the installation. "Tyrr. What can I do for you, Miss Yannis?"
Sheila gives a glance to the man who found peace with the door, or perhaps a piece of the door. She smiles slightly but no major reactions come forth from her. As her soda arrives, she slips a straw into the glass and begins to sip the soda slowly. Glancing at the newest of patrons.
Corey is distracted by Keitaro's dramatic entrance, prompt exit and plain silly re-entrance. Great first impression to make. She glances back at Tyrr, "Yes, I heard from some friends you serve some divine hamburgers here. Not that you serve them personally, but just in general."
Keitaro removes his jacket and places it on the back of his chair as he sits down. He motions over to the bartender to motion the need for a drink, taking a few more glances around at the reactions to his rather mischivious, not to mention painful entrance to Fado's. (Gee one nice look always seems to find you in more and more trouble than you need to be..) O o . Keitaro thinks within his mind as he tries a smile at the people whom caught his display of flamboyancy, following with a chuckle. He glances over at Tyrr from afar as he waits for the barkeep, calling out to the owner, "Hey Chief?! What’s with the heavy hardware yer installing?"
Edward wanders in, pulling off his coat as he does so. He yawns a bit and runs his fingers though his hair as he glances around. He looks pleased to see Tyrr and walks over towards "Tyrr! Long time no see." As Keitaro also hails Tyrr he gives a quick glance and a polite smile.
The technicians are almost done with the internals to the new locking mechanism on the door and wall. As they begin to put together the optical sensor that's five feet off the ground on the wall Corey makes her comment. Tyrr turns, his eyes even more narrowly tightened as he looks Corey over with much more scrutiny than before. "The best in the city. Though we're also known for the way our bartenders make an infernally burning Irish Coffee."
Edward peers at the door and the thing that they're adding "What's going on?"
Sheila grabs a napkin and doodles on it with a pen, apparently waiting or bored. She looks up from time to time, keeping an eye on encroaching people. Should someone get too close she turns the napkin over.
Corey can only smile, "Do you have anything lighter?" She shakes her head sadly, "Some people just can't handle their liquor." Easy to infer that maybe that's her. Shrugging, she continues, "I'm new in town and this is the place to be seen."
Edward makes himself comfortable on a barstool and orders a beer, proping his chin on his hand as he watches the installation of the new lock on the back door. His eyes wander over to the memorial to the slain bartender and he shakes his head with a sigh. After taking a swallow of his newly arrived beer he calls over to the Tyrr "Could I speak to you when you have a moment Tyrr?"
Keitaro frowns lightly as he doesn't get a response but shrugs it off as he looks checks his watch, "Hmm.. I'll have to come back a bit later and pick up something to eat, get my beer then and perhaps not show everyone the unlucky side of me." he follows with a chuckle. He motions to the barkeep as he begins to approach, as if to say nevermind and then jumps off his chair, grabbing his coat before heading out.
For the moment everyone gets ignored save for Corey by Tyrr. It's not that he doesn't hear them or tunes them out, but rather that his focus is solely on Corey for a reason. He's resonating her, looking into her soul for specific information, but while he does so, he continues to talk to her, "This is a place for all wayward souls to come and rest. Unless you're here for trouble." At which point, his knuckles can be heard cracking somewhat as he clenches his fists at recent memories, "Whom do you serve, Corey?"
Roll by Tyrr: (2) (1) (4)
Edward raises an eyebrow and turns to look at Corey, a thoughtful look on his face as he awaits the answer.
'Rin walks into Fado's. This isn't particularly -odd- in of itself, but the fact that he is holding a knife in his right hand instead of his usual cane is. He isn't looking up as he steps instead. He's looking at his left hand, muttering, "Unclean... Unclean..." As he carves away bits of flesh with his knife as if skinning it. Light cuts, but he bleeds a fair bit. He looks up and spots Tyrr with Corey. "Hurrm." 'Rin grunts, seemingly forgetting his hand for a moment as he gazes around the room as if searching for someone.
Corey shrugs. "I go wherever the Wind blows..." That should be a good answer as any.
Roll by Soludarius: (2) (5) (4)
Most of Edward’s attention is focused on Corey so when the door swings open to admit Inarin he doesn't pay much attention. It's only when his chant reaches his ears does he turn and look. And then he lunges to his feet as he catches sight of both the knife and the blood. He knocks his beer over in his hast to get to the man. He makes a grab for the knife even as he says "Stop that, we have to get to a hospital.
Sheila looks up at the new patrons as usual and she startles a moment. Her eyes peer at the man with a knife...cutting himself? Beyond the norm and a bit on the twisted side she sits up and seems cold and calm.
Roll by Edward: (1) (6) (5)
Roll by Inarin: (5) (6) (5)
Tyrr's at an angle where he doesn't notice Inarin immediately upon walking in. "Ah, very good, then welcome to Austin Corey, I hope we can work together sometime," he says as he extends a hand toward Corey. After the brief shake, he waves Edward over, "Corey, this is Edward, another friend of Fado's."
'Rin isn't really paying attention. He struggles against Edward's hand briefly to continue cutting but soon the fellow gets the knife, just like he wanted! 'Rin narrows his eyes at Edward. "Hurrm." 'Rin reaches for his back pocket with his hand, glances briefly at Tyrr, and then slacks. "...My knife." 'Rin says levelly, holding his uninjured hand out, palm up.
Sheila continues to watch 'Rin, recognizing him from the evening before. She carefully studies him wondering what his intentions are, and pondering the things which drive people to self mutilations. She glances at Tyrr only brief enough to say, "uhm.. you have a client who needs... special attentions", thumbing toward 'Rin if Tyrr looks.
Edward clearly doesn't hear Tyrr's request as he grabs some bartowls in one hand and presses them against what seams to be the worst of the cuts "No way am I giving you that knife back, you need help." As he speaks he looks into the man's eyes trying to figure out who is his.
Edward isn't there anymore when Corey is introduced to him. Just a wet hat and beer dripping onto the floor. Corey looks further to see one man wrestling another for a knife. She's not in a place or the shoes to get into fight. "What's...going on?"
Roll by Edward: (5) (3) (4)
Tyrr turns as Corey walks off and Edward has already moved to intercept Inarin. Shaking his head, Tyrr can only imagine what's caused Inarin's latest mental breakdown. The technicians say something, causing Tyrr to turn and walk through the back door, the techs leaving themselves. For those who are observant of the back door, there's a nice new optical scanner five feet from the floor next to the door, an iris scanner key-lock.
'Rin eyes (haha) the iris scanner key-lock. He seems a bit more at ease when Tyrr is gone, though he's pretty sure everybody in here is Angelic, a soldier, or a muggle. Hah. Muggle. "Ma'am. He took my knife." 'Rin says without taking his eyes off of Edward. "Help not needed. Knife needed."
Edward glances over at Corey "Could you get me some more towels please?" He looks back at the man and gives him a small smile "Now sir, what's your name?"
The bartenders are happy to hand over any (clean) towels over to Corey, and she hands them over to Edward. She's not medically inclined, but pressure on the wound usually helps staunch the flow, right? "You don't need the knife. You're hurting yourself."
Sheila crumples up the napkin and slides it into a pocket. Forgetting about her soda for now, she stands and begins walking over to Inarin casually. She seems to have a look of concern for him, but otherwise little reaction can be read from her. Perhaps she just used to the psychotic types.
Roll by Inarin: (1) (4) (3)
Roll by Edward: (3) (4) (5)
Inarin invokes his resonance as Edward looks at Corey. "I have asked for my property twice." 'Rin says simply, "It is impolite to deny something someone has legally purchased. Using knife not illegal."
Edward eyes harden suddenly as he looks at Corey and nearly spits out "You're doing it wrong you idiot." Then in a burst of unreasonable anger, he lashes out at the woman, lucky not with the knife, but with the handful of bloodsoaked rags.
Roll by Edward: (3) (2) (4)
Roll by Corey: (4) (2) (3)
Corey shrieks as the bloodied rags are launched towards her and lands smack dab on her chest. She wasn't expecting it, totally threw her off. Fortunately, the blood doesn't show too much on her plum coat, but now she's kind of miffed, "Fine, you do it if you can do it better!"
Edward eyes flare with rage and he drops both the rags and the knife, this time trying to simply beat Corey. Some small part of him is screaming that is this wrong, but it's overwhelmed by the almost mindless rage.
Roll by Edward: (1) (1) (4)
Roll by Corey: (3) (3) (5)
Inarin uses this moment to pick up the knife calmly. He hesitates, and then picks up the rags as well. He gives a small, polite nod to Sheila and then adds to Sheila, "Very important to keep track of weapons." He turns and heads for the doorway...Before he pauses again. He raises his head, "Hurrrm."
Sheila watches inarin leave remaining silent as he collects the bloody rags and the knife from the floor. She stands grinning at the fool and just smiles with a wave, "The knife is illegal in texas laws to be over 6".. just a note in case you are oblivious. Have a good day.. come back soon.."
Sheila gives a small wave of the hand to Inarin.
Corey gets socked on her chin, the blow twisting her head painfully to the side and she tumbles back a few steps. Tears come to her eyes immediately, but she doesn't bother wiping them, instead Corey puts up her fists to block in case he swings again.
Edward growls a bit and laughs as he feels his fist connect soundly with Corey's chin. He moves forward gracefully, clearly he's an experienced fighter. Keeping eye on her upraised fists Edward moves slowly around Corey before swinging again, tis time at her solar plexus.
Roll by Edward: (3) (5) (4)
Roll by Corey: (2) (4) (4)
As she enters, Sylvia blinks, first at the bloodied patron at the door. As her eyes note the scuffle, the blue orbs widen, then narrow. Slim lips turned markedly downward at their edges, she promptly steps towards the pugilists. "Is this nonsense /really/ necessary?!"
Sheila steps to where the first interactions of Edward and Inarin took place and stand firm. She crosses her arms and watches Inarin at the door. She only gives note of Edward’s locations and not what he's doing to Corey. She merely watches... patiently.
Roll by Inarin: (2) (4) (2)
'Rin says, "Hurrm." at Sheila's wisdom. He wipes at the bloody knife with his rag, cleaning it briefly before walking back towards the fight, apparently having changed his mind about departing. "Very bad to break the law, very bad." 'Rin says as he nears Edward, "Changed mind, you can keep it." He then raises the knife and stabs at Edward's back calmly and precisely.
Edward seems to sense the blow coming towards him from behind and attempts to move out of the way.
Roll by Edward: (3) (2) (2)
Corey is too busy getting the air knocked out of her to see that Inarin decided to join the battle again. She was already moving at Edward that point too, she can't let him keep hitting her. He's got to be knocked down and held down. She runs at him with just her shoulder, going for a brute knockdown.
Roll by Corey: (6) (4) (6)
Sylvia, now that the cleaned-bloodied knife has become bloodied once more, raises her arms and motions with them. She does not do so frantically, though it is an obvious attempt to get the attention of the multiple combatants...
Sheila pulls the napkin she was doodling on from early from her pocket and wipes something off the floor while everyone is busy playing pin-the-donkey. Calmly she wads the napkin up again and slides it back into her pocket. Once the task is completed she turns and studies 'Rin, the man who was self-mutilating himself. She watches for an opportune time.
Edward can't help but grin as the knife just barely misses him. Of couse sidestepping like that puts him right in line of Corey's attempted knockdown. With a curse he also attempts to sidestep the shoulder blow.
Roll by Edward: (2) (1) (6)
Roll by Sylvia: (4) (6) (2)
Roll by Soludarius: (6) (2) (6)
Roll by Edward: (4) (6) (3)
Roll by Inarin: (2) (2) (6)
Roll by Inarin: (6) (1) (5)
The blonde straightens to her full height and manages a "STOP!" but that's about it..
'Rin raises his blade into the air again, "Please leave her alone, sir." He figures if he shows 'concern' he might be able to get out without dissonance. He lashes out in another stab with his knife at the shoulder this time. He blinks at the call for a stop, and glances towards Sylvia. "...Interesting." He comments idly. "I will stop if they stop." It's hardly -his- fault after all that Edward is weak.
Roll by Logan: (1) (1) (1)
Edward manages to dodge Corey's shoulder, grinning wildly as he scoots to one side. With his attention mostly on Corey it's only out of the corner of his eye does he catch sight of Rin's descending arm and attempts to twist out of the way with an ugly snarl.
The bell at the entrance is violently jarred, indicating that somebody is entering rather than leaving. This sound is immediately followed by a hard bang, as the door is promptly slammed against the wall, revealing a rather hasty Logan. Indeed, the adjective is justified, as he charges into the foyer, though all the stress characteristic of "hasty" individuals is lost on his facial features. Some how aware of the events unfolding, he cuts a clean path through the concerned patrons that are in the middle of shuffling toward the door. "Yes," he states soothingly to them, as he performs a quick evaluation of the combatants, "Please, if you could wait outside while the authorities settle the conflict." Of course, Logan is only an attorney. He has not authority, yet he glances to Sylvia who was a stranger him only a day ago. "Sylvia," he says steadily, "I can help you." His gaze cuts immediately to Inarin, whom he already suspected of diabolical ties...now he seems far more certain, having identified the demonic twangs he felt in symphony, "What business do you have here?"
Roll by Edward: (4) (1) (2)
Edward doesn’t quite manage to dodge all the damage this time and the knife gives him a nasty little cut, blood starts to flow freely down his arm as he staggers backwards, horror rising to his face. But it's not the shock of being stuck, but rather the horror of attacking an innocent person. The fury drains from him as he leans against the bar, his face pale "Corey...I'm, sorry! I don't know what..." Then it dawns on him what must have happened and he turns and gives Rin a look full of hatred.
Corey has gone charging towards Edward but trips as Edward deftly escapes her shoulder. She manages not to fall on her face by catching a bit of a bar stool. Corey hangs on until she's certain she can stand up completely. Logan and Sylvia suddenly appeared from who knows where. The addition of new people doesn't surprise her. Bar fights attract people like crazy. She just stares at Edward as he apologizes to her. What else can she do?
Rin puts his blade away. If Edward stopped fighting, he doesn't have to continue it. He takes it as surrender. He says, "My knife. Very impolite to take a knife from someone. Apologies for the blade length." he turns and starts to walk for the exit. He glances towards Logan and simply watches him briefly before adding a, "Hurrrm..." as he steps outside. Starting a fight in Angelbar was bad enough, but at least he is managing to get it out without dissonance.
Ellen arrives at the door, having not a clue as to what's up. She just stands there, blinking, as she sees a brawl going on. Then, Inarin starts toward the door. Not wanting to be seen by /him/, she ducks into the watching crowd as he steps by.
Logan stands quite still, his solid brown eyes carefully tracking Inarin through the door, as if they expect him to turn unnecessarily violent at a moment's notice. Just before the other man is out of sight, Logan's gaze narrows to a squint, seeking some more intimate knowledge on the demon. Whether or not his search is successful, Logan turns to Edward and Sylvia, his gaze centring on the one he now knows is a fellow servitor of Dominic, "Sylvia, are you alright? What happened exactly?"
Roll by Logan: (3) (1) (5)
Damien slips into Fado's, completely unannounced by running or hiding or swords or knives or blood. He just comes in with the rest of the Friday night crowd, and stays away from whatever mayhem has people staring, and inches his way past the tables and booths up to the bar where it's easy to melt into the crowd and drink a whole hell of alot.
Roll by Ellen: (4) (4) (2)
Logan remains with the injured parties, doing what he can to help while getting to the bottom of what sparked the confrontation.
Since the seat she's using is empty, she plops herself into it, spins around to the bar and orders a double whiskey on the rocks. When it comes to her, she throws it back, swirling it in her mouth where Edward hit her and then gulps it down. Then she holds the cup to her chin so the ice will cool the bruise that will certainly come up.
Ellen blinks a few more times, shuddering a bit. She closes her eyes for a moment, then, gathering her resolve, heads toward the bar, looking for Tyrr or one of the employees.
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