Cornerian Bar #2

[Ris Grestar]

Tyr's ear twitched as the voice sounded quietly behind him.  Looking back at the man, he said calmly, "I believe you're mistaken.  We've never met."

[Guest DRL]

Interlocke silently watched the

movement in the rest of the bar.

She spotted Tyr, and a stranger,

on the barstool.

[Guest Para Astaroth]

As soon as Tyr finished his sentence, the fork which Lazarus had in his hoodie pocket thumped loudly onto the counter and stood vertically up in front of Tyr -- quickly shaking from Lazarus' sheer force into slamming it into the counter.

"Keh, heh, heh...  Ohhhh, we've met, alright..."  He chuckled, leaning in a little more to the point that the black hoodie from the victim he killed was clearly visible in front of Tyr.  Sneering widely, his eyes quickly exchanged psychotic glances to Tyr's neck, then back to his eyes constantly.  Soon, his breathing became more errect, "Its...  A real shame...  To leave such a utensil...  Exposed such..."  He said, running his finger up and down the fork's handle.  His eyes flashed somewhat as his expression changed.  "It needs...  A place to be put..."  Lazarus' eyes soon slowly lowered to Tyr's throat as he swallowed a knot in his throat; his heart beating loudly in his ear; sweat trinkling down the sides of his head; licking his chops.

[Ris Grestar]

This guy meant business.  He clearly wasn't sane.

Tyr stood up, a subtle glare in his eyes.  "If you want trouble with me, don't ruin everyone else's night with it.  I'll see you on the rooftop."  With that said, he slowly left the stool, glancing back over his shoulder at the lynx as he began climbing the stairs toward the roof.

'If that guy tries anything down there...it'll just be a big mess...'

[Guest Para Astaroth]

Quickly pulling the fork from the counter, he licked his chops once more and followed Tyr.  "Lead the way, pal..."  He replied huskily and his eyes soon became wide like a madman, and his hand without the fork started twitching -- along with his left eye. 

[Ris Grestar]

Tyr walked further onto the roof to give the two some room, turning around and waiting for the lynx once he was satisfied.  Underneath his dark cloak his left hand was resting on the dagger's hilt at his hip, his blue eyes clear and focused, his ears perked, and his muscles ready.

[Guest Para Astaroth]

Lazarus soon walked up onto the roof and shut the door behind him; tossing the fork off the side of the roof.  "Well...  What shall we do first...?"  He said to himself as he circled Tyr slowly.  "Hmm..  No sense in keeping this idiots form on...  Better return to my original self."  He then placed a hand over his face and his disguise dissolved off of him.  He threw his hand to the side as his real self was revealed to Tyr -- wearing a red hoodie, black near-skin-tight jeans, and removing his last victim's shades from his eyes, which were a cold silver in tone.

Lazarus then stopped as he stared at Tyr menacingly now.  "Any comments you want to make--"  His arms then morphed into black organic material with bladed fingers as long as a broom stick, "--Before I rip you to bloody ribbons?!?!"  He then threw his arms to his sides as he quickly hunched over.

(OOC:  Go to Outside the Bar now so we don't get in trouble.  I believe I almost took it too far by nearly starting a fight lol)

[Ris Grestar]

As Lazarus dwelled on the moment, he left the cigarette inbetween his lips and began walked back towards the door.  Taking the cigarette out and blowing a cloud to the side.  Grunting, he walked back down and back into the bar.  He then kicked the door open -- it swinging opening and slamming into the wall -- and he walked to a table in the bar.

Tyr's ear twitched as the bar door was kicked open, looking to see the lynx entering again.  He watched the man carefully, not wanting him to cause any more trouble for anyone--That was his job, though, granted, to a lesser extent.

[Guest Para Astaroth]

(OOC:  Double post FTW!!!)

Lazarus walked back into the bar and took a stool at the counter.  He sat there with the cigarette between his lips, in the smoking section, and was watching the television adjacent from where he was sitting.  Currently, it was only showing a baseball game and Lazarus didn't mind too much since the people on this planet watched the same thing at every bar.

Lazarus slowly slipped the cigarette from his lips, blew a steady stream of smoke out, and looked at the glass on the table to his right -- he saw, in particular, Spyra, Tala, and Tyr.  He stared at it for a few moments and placed the cigarette back inbetween his lips -- turning his attention back to the television and throwing his hood back over his head.

[Ris Grestar]

For the time it didn't seem like the lynx meant any trouble.  The wolf hoped it would last.  Satisfied enough, Tyr returned his watch to Spyra and Tala, though his ears remained perked and listening to the area the lynx was in.  If the man tried anything, he was likely to try and step in.

[Guest Para Astaroth]

"Ashtray and a glass of red wine."  Lazarus ordered, not looking at the television, and the bartender placed an ashtray in front of Lazarus and began to fill a glass of red wine.

As the bartender did so, Lazarus' ear rotated in Tyr's direction, turning his head slightly, and left his head in Tyr's direction.  Giving a satisfying and respective nod, he slowly turned back around and waited for his drink.  He then blew a semi-large cloud of tobacco out and tapped the ashes off of the cigarette into the ashtray as he watched the television.

[Ris Grestar]

Tyr held back a sigh as he caught the lynx's actions in his peripheral vision, clasping his hands together on the table.  'Tch...He's mocking me...'

[Guest Para Astaroth]

After the drink was served to him, Lazarus placed a small clawed finger into the drink slowly, and a black substance stared to swirl in with the wine.  He then slowly took his hand out and it instantly dried.  He let the substance sit a little while he watched television out the corner of his eye.  It soon stopped and Lazarus glanced down at it, moved his cigarette to the right side of his lips, and placed the glass to his lips -- the substance and the wine all began to slowly descend to his lips and disappearing.  He left the glass to his lips was he chugged the wine down.

[Guest DRL]

Interlocked entered the bar again.

Silently, she approached her table.

Or well, the table she sat some time ago,

where she gave the inspector that chocolate.

[Ris Grestar]

Tyr noticed with surprise as the spy came back down the stairs, his ear giving a few quick twitches. 'She was on the roof?  But...But I never saw her there...Did she see what happened?'

[Guest DRL]

The spy looked at Tyr for a moment.

She was not a telephat in any way, but

while she clearly sneaked up to the roof,

she entered in a more or less casual way,

still wearing her cloak.

[Ris Grestar]

Looking back to Tala and Spyra, Tyr said, "Maybe I'll see you two around later.  Have a nice day."

Getting up from the booth, the wolf casually made his way over to Interlocke's table, sitting down opposite from her.  "So, the bar treating you well?" he asked nonchalantly, setting his cloak down beside him.

[Guest DRL]

"Oh, yeah." She paused turned her

head towards Tyr and continued:

"By the way, good that you did not

take up on that offer." She said,

with smiling slightly.

[Ris Grestar]

"So you heard that..." Tyr mumbled in response, keeping eye contact with the spy as they spoke.  "How long were you there?"

[Guest DRL]

Now in a full smilie,

"Shortly after that guy locked the

door, I picked it, and sneaked to

a dark corner." She said proudly.

[Ris Grestar]

His ear twitching, the silver wolf muttered, "So...You pretty much saw the entire thing...Right?"

[Guest DRL]

"Yeah." She replied in a casual

tone.

[Ris Grestar]

Tyr was embarrassed, but he tried not to show it.  "Ah, right...Well, just keep your eye on him if you can, I guess.  I don't want anything happening."

[Guest Para Astaroth]

As the spy an Tyr talked, Lazarus' ears rotated backwards hearing his and Tyr's little squabble.  His eyes, too, looked to the side as he blew out a cloud and took a sip of his wine.

Another thing I hate:  he thought to himself sourly, Braggers.  Bragging is one thing, but spying on ME is going too far...  he waited for the spy and Tyr to continue their conversation.

[Guest DRL]

"Sure." She said.

"In fact, I bet she is keeping

an eye, or ear, on you."

She made a defiant smile.