[The Withering Rose] Breaking Social Barriers (Fela)

[Arros Angerforge]

Timestamp: Summer 11, 511 AV It was a dark, calm and mysterious night in Alvadas, the people that had littered the streets during the hot, humid day, retired to they're lodgings and places of rest. The day as a whole had been for Arros, calm and quiet, not a hint of anger crossed his mind as he wandered the alleys and marketplaces aimlessly, he still had the same old, emotionless and expressionless face of course, but in his head, his composure remained constant and he never once lost his temper, the temper that would inevitably lead him into trouble. Arros himself had retired to the Withering Rose, a abode that was just as mysterious as the nights veil that had been drawn over the city, it was a place of secrecy and the unknown, it was a place that emotion was never really shown, it truly emphasised the attribute that this city had been well known for, "It is never what its seems". When he had entered the place, he was greeted with odd spicy flavours and tingling sensations that set the tempo of the surroundings, velvet curtains were hung over the windows, concealing the light that tried to flicker its way in from the outside lamps, wooden tables were scattered across the space making a labyrinth of networked paths that directed regular and newcomer alike to a table. Each table held a single rose that sat on the surfaces, Some were red, some were black, and some were white. It was a common understanding among the locals that the roses signified the kind of emotions that would be shown at the table, red being romance, white being friendships and black being hostile relations. Each had a different story, but for an Isur that hadn't been in a place like this before, it was nothing but superstition. Arros needed somewhere to go this particular time, the streets became dangerous at night as all kind of common filth that was seen in every city, wondered around looking for victims to prey on. He wasn't scared of a confrontation, infact he was very good at cracking skulls, but with his head being so rarely ever calm and tranquil, he did not wish for the night of clear thoughts to be spoiled by the shameful grovelling and crying of antagonists that foolishly would try and rob him. Sitting in at a table in the far corner of the Withering Rose, Arros was concealed by the shadows that was so prevalent in the dark, sombre place. Sitting there with the darkness over his Isurian face, covering his expressionless features, he took the opportunity and reclined right back in the comfy chair, rubbing his hands together, he watched the comings and goings of the people that entered and left.

[Fela Meason]

11th of Summer, 511 AV The wind was fair and timid tonight, in favor of the cat walking down the darkened street. Lamp light glowed in some of the windows, others darkened indicating the laziness and restful sleep of the citizens behind those closed windows. Fela breathed in deeply of the fragrant night air with a casual smile on her face. Her walk was slow and lackadaisical. New scents came into the mix and mingled with the fresh smell of the summer rain that has cooled off the midday sun and was now little more than mist hanging in the air. The smell of fresh baked breads and strange spices tickled her nose and led her along a winding street towards a dark and sinister building. Her feet slowed themselves as she drew near to the establishment. Locals could be seen coming and going, as well as some tourists. The front door appeared to be made of a heavy oak wood stained a deep red so dark it was almost black. Crimson velvet curtains hung in each of the windows and killed the light from inside. Between to heavily hung drapes Fela could see a peak of light taunting her from where she stood. Enticing her to come in and sit, calling her a cowards for standing on the street. Fela was not about to let any building no matter how ominous it may seem make a fool of her. Holding her head a little higher she willed her feet to move and soon found herself pushing open the door and taking her first step into the Withering Rose. The hair on the back of her neck stood all at once and a tingling sensation rolled through her body causing her to shiver even in the warmth of the Kalea summer. A curvy woman with a dangerous glint in her eyes and a calm manner in her speech greeted Fela and welcomed her to her restaurant. After advising her the prices of the meals and collecting her coin Fela was free to choose any table she would like. Lost in a haze Fela stumbled her way into the main dining area and looked around. There were so many tables, most where filled, each with a single rose sitting at the table. Puzzled by this she almost asked but held her tongue for the time being. Some were red. Some were white. Some were black. She looked for a place to sit. Every table she came across was already occupied by happy locals enjoying what smelled like a delicious meal. At last she spotted a corner of the room that seemed empty. The table had a sliver of light from a nearby lamp but the rest was plunged into darkness. It would be the perfect place to enjoy her meal in peace and solitude. The amount of people crammed into this small space made movement very difficult and Fela found herself having to watch her feet instead of what was in front of her. At last the feet of the table legs came into view and with a sigh she lowered herself into the chair. Wait...Fela thought to herself...This chair isn't very comfy. It felt hard and sinewy. Things moved and bulged below her, it was as she felt her "chair" tense up she realized her mistake. Jumping to her feet Fela spun around to apologize to whom ever she had sat on when her hand connected with the vase on the table holding the rose and catapulted it in the direction of the stranger. It nearly missed his head but managed to smash into the wall behind him showering him with water and bits of ceramic. Fela sucked in air sharply and could do nothing by stare at the horrifying event unfolding in front of her. Fela lifted her arms to shield her face from the either physical or verbal beating she were about to receive.

[Arros Angerforge]

OOCI just took the what you said in your CS to describe what Fela looked liked, I hope Thats ok Arros noticed the girl that had just walked in, she was short even compared to him and had a mane of thick dark red hair. Her skin was pale and pink, she looked vulnerable, but pretty. Arros wondered how someone like that could survive, especially at night, the lusts of men usually are one of the main causes for women causalities in the cities, a horrible but accurate truth. He had never been one for that kind of stuff, he was an Isur, he was only born to work or better himself, he couldn't understand how people could do such a thing. Sitting in complete darkness, Arros followed the movements of the girl with his eyes, she fumbled around obviously trying to find an empty table, she was struggling... no wonder the place had filled up drastically as the night carried on. Arros thought she was a mouse trapped in a maze, the bad news however was, that she was making her way towards the position he sat at, Arros wished he wasn't the cheese. Arros didn't know what to do, he was used to people coming towards him, trying to break his head open or stab his gut but never in all his sixty two years of living had he once, have someone approach, not meaning to kill him or maim him. Arros just sat there quietly, hoping she would drift off to another table. Arros closed his eyes only to feel this women sit down on top of him, she was warm and had a pleasant smell that waffled through his nostrils, a strange comfort breezed over him as the girl, lowered herself into him. Nervousness started to take hold of him as his backside started to feel uncomfortable, giving a slight shift in his seat, it disappeared, another problem arose however, as the girl shot out of her resting place and hit the vase that rested on the table. The vase flew at his head at amazing speed, only narrowly missing it. A shower of water sprayed over him, coolly kissing at his head and neck, this was followed by bits of the ceramic that also flew over him, causing little scapes as they connected with his dense, Isurian skin. The mental peacefulness that he had experienced the whole day had been broken as a flare of anger shot off within him. "Dam girl!" he shouted as he jumped up and rose his hand to strike her, his muscles grew tense over his bare body. He then saw the fragile girl raise her hands to shield herself, a blow from him would shatter such a thing. The anger that burst out of nowhere, receded just as quickly, A very rare occurrence for him. Sitting back down on his chair, wiping of the tiny shard of vase that still clung onto his skin, he gave out a frustrated grunt. "Watch where you are going, dam human!" he mumbled to himself, under his breath. This peaceful time was meant to be enjoyed as this clarity was very rarely an experience for him. This was going to be a long but interesting night.

[Fela Meason]

11th Day of Summer, 511 AV Fela waited for the blow that she knew was coming. Time stretched on and on as the cat held her breath. Slowly she peaked between her fingers at the man she had accidentally seated herself on. He still looked irritated but no longer appeared as if he would strike her. Watch where you are going, dam human! Fela let out the breath she had been holding and lowered her arms. She bent deeply at the waist and bowed to the man letting her hair fall forward shielding her eyes. I'm sorry for causing you any discomfort. Fela knew the gesture was overly formal, but always better safe and sorry. She would rather look like a weirdo then risk angering someone with sensitive values and ending up dead. Fela straightened her spine with a weak smile as she took in the man who had taken his seat once more. In the darkness of the restaurant it was difficult to make out his features or stature, from where she stood he did look to be about her height if not shorter and a mountain of a man. Fela crinkled her nose in confusion when she noticed the man's left arm. Pulsing red veins decorated the surface. Fela paused a moment and stood with her mouth open thinking of asking the question at the forefront of her brain but could not bring herself to do it for fear of offending him. He had called her human...as if he was not. Fela snapped her mouth shut and instead turned to look around the restaurant for an empty table. With a deep sigh of frustration she did not so much as see an empty chair at a table...except...Slowly she turned back around with a groan under her breath: The only empty chair in the entire place seemed to be at the table of the man she had just assaulted with her body. It had been bells since her last meal and she desperately wanted to just sit down for a meal. With a pitiful expression she stared longingly at the empty chair before finally opening her mouth again. Ummm...If you don't mind sir. Would it offend you greatly if I sat at the empty seat at your table? She cleared her throat and inched her way towards the said empty seat. Fela rarely felt nervous but for some reason her stomach was in knots at this very moment.