Open Everybody Was Kung-Fu Fighting

[Looty]

Date: 9th of Winter, 513AV
Location: The Withering Rose
Time: Evening

Bar is just another way of saying 'Fight Club' - Unknown

The night held a cool breeze. Along that breeze floated a singular green leaf. It shone amongst the golden colors around it. It wound it's own path. It fluttered around wheels. Refused to be trample underfoot. It leisurely floated to its destination. Just as another did the same. But the Kelvic lacked a destination. She also lacked the languid pace.

Looty waddled as fast as her short legs could carry her. The streets were paved with grass today. From the grass sprouted daisies with vines that eagerly tripped passerbyers. Looty ignored them. Her claws made short work of them. They tore at the street left and right leaving clumps of dirt that flung out in every direction with each step. She should have paid more attention to the backpack clenched between her teeth. If she had perhaps she would not have stumbled, fell then ultimately rolled her way down the street. Yet, if she had not stumbled, she would not have reached the Withering Rose.

The Withering Rose which held an aura if foreboding. It taunted the Kelvic. A challenge. She thought. Looty tensed her spine as if to say, bring it on. In a matter of moments Looty the Badger would be Looty the Human. Naked as the day she was born. She dressed, not for her own sensibilities, but for everyone else's. She pushed open the door, and took in the room.

Dark. Quiet. Compelling.

They gotta love flowers here. The Kelvic thought to herself. The scent clung to the velvet curtains. It clashed with the smoke that dripped from the walls. Beneath both was the undercurrent of meat. The aroma lead Looty by the nose. She deftly wove from table to table until she found one for her. It was a white rose table. It sat snugly between two black. But colors did not matter to Looty. She would not have known their meaning. And if she did, it would do nothing for her seating choice.

A figure sat across from her. Illuminated red by the light, they said nothing but inclined their head. Looty squirmed. She poked at the rose. "A bit young, aren't you?"

Looty regarded the woman's physique. The musk of the room had overpowered the server's approach. "Can you run in that?"

"Yes. No wine for you. Which one will you be having?"

"Wines alcohol. It's gross. I want meat." The red man looked at her askance.

"Which kind? We have chicken, beef or pork."

"Do they gotta all be cooked?"

The woman looked closer at the child. Dusty hair, dirty nails, smudged cheeks. Wild eyes. Tapping fingers, swinging legs. Not a child. "Yes."

"Gross." Looty repeated. Her brow peeked. "I wanna eat chicken."

"And water?"

"Yep."

The woman vanished in the shadowy light. Presumably to take another order or to get Looty's food. So Looty waited.

And waited.

Was it louder than before?

And waited.

It was louder. Looty lucked some of the rose petals. She tasted them. Her eyes watered, she slapped the table. Someone else did the same. Looty barely managed to spit the rose into her napkin. The reddish looking man moved tables.

Looty waited more.

Someone else angrily slapped a table. The scent of salty sweat began to fill the air.

[Tainon]

Tainon liked the night. It was quiet, only a few people on the streets. Perfect time to think.

As soon as he finished the work in the shop, he went for a walk. Which turned out to be a very long walk, but he didn't mind. Since the unsuccessful departure from Alvadas, he has been in a sombre mood and liked to be left alone with his thoughts.

Tonight, he headed for The Withering Rose. His former distaste for alcohol seemed to be changing lately and he often allowed himself a drink or two a week. He especially enjoyed the wine and The Withering Rose seemed to serve the best kind in Alvadas. Also, the place seemed to match his mood perfectly and not many people went there.

He turned a corner and saw the sign above the door. He reached for the handle and went in.

As usual, not many people were present, but he didn't pay them any attention and went directly to the bar and sat on the stool. He didn't bother to sit by one of the round tables with roses of different colours. He wanted something neutral and away from the people. The whole tradition with the colours seemed silly to him anyway.

A waitress came to him immediately and asked, kindly smiling:"What shall I bring you, sir?"

"A glass of wine. And chicken." the Isur said curtly.

The waitress nodded and went to bring what he had ordered. Meanwhile he turned slightly around to glance at the patrons in the restaurant. Few people were sitting by the tables, talking, some arguing. He saw also one unusual patron - a child, or so it seemed. He frowned and turned back to the bar.

'What would a child want in this place?' he thought to himself. Then the waitress brought him his meal. He stuck the coins into her hands, still frowning, muttering something about an expensive night out. The waitress raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything and left to serve another customer.

Before he got down to his meal, Tainon, looked again briefly at the child, pondering what might have brought it here, then turned around and started eating.

[Looty]

Inside the Withering Rose things were still somber. While it was interesting at first, an almost still place in a constantly moving city, Looty grew bored. She twiddled her thumbs. She stopped her feet. She watched the candles dance. If they didn't cook it, it wouldn't take so long. The Kelvic thought, Then I could just eat it.

Beside the Kelvic, unrest brewed. Low snarls rose. They hushed as women approached but it was not enough to stop the choked shouts that began and ended with promise. Looty did not pay attention to it. She had watched another person enter. The person was a male. He stared at her. Then away. Then again. Looty rose. Then sat. He was eating chicken. He had gotten his faster than hers. Her brow furrowed, he challenged me?

Then, as if summoned, her dinner appeared. "Whose that?"

Looty pointed to the male would had been staring at the bar. "I don't know."

"He challenged me."

"Do you want a black rose?"

"Nope. I tried one, it wasn't very good."

"Well. Then would you like to sit by him?"

The Kelvic thought for a moment then looked at the female server. "He challenged me. He should come here."

"I'll go ask."

The server left with a chuckle. Looty poked at the chicken. It didn't smell like meat. The Kelvic pressed her nose against it. Her inhale sent her sneezing and left the tip red from the heat. It smelled of many plants, of fire, and only lightly of meat. With all the grace of an infant Looty tore at her chicken. The tables beside her grew louder. They did not mind her messy eating. Their minds were occupied.

The meat quenched a pinch of her hunger. Looty decided that she liked chicken. She vowed to find a live one. While she ate the server had reached the bar. Said server leaned down and spoke in the man's ear softly.

"The child at the white rose table requested you." She waved in the direction of the table and set off to serve others.

Members of the black rose table to Looty's left slammed their hands on the table. They left in a flare of drama. The ones to the right became unnervingly silent. Servers patrolled more often. Looty the Kelvic continued to eat and wonder at her challenger.

OOCum, In case I wasn't clear that is Tainon the server spoke to.

[Tainon]

OOCYes, it was clear, don't worry

'The child…requested…'

The strange demand repeated in Tainon‘s mind several times. Why would the child want to speak to him? A message from someone? Maybe the girl knew that he helped in the shop, so maybe she wanted to do some business with him. Or maybe she wasn't who she seemed to be.

He finished his meal in a moment, picked up his unfinished wine, that was exceptional tonight, and got up to his feet from the bar stool. Then he turned and started walking toward the table, where the girl was seated. He also noted it was a white rose table, so he hoped that her intentions were friendly.

He stopped in front of the table, just next to the other empty chair. He stood there for a moment, playing with the glass of wine, unsure how to begin. He shifted to his other foot and then said: "Er…you…asked for me?"

He had never dealt with a child before, so he didn't know how to talk to the girl. He hoped that his tone wasn't intimidating to her. He didn't want to cause any trouble in the restaurant by making the child cry.

[Looty]

Memory is a fickle thing. For Looty it flees at the mention of food. It disappears entirely when she eats. Therefore when the man approached her table Looty gave a small grumble. She pulled her plate closer to herself. She tilted her head and considered the male before her.

He was taller than her. He looked like a fighter. Looty remembered. "I didn't."

Looty ate a piece of her chicken with cheer. She glanced at him again. He no longer seemed a challenger. He shifted from foot to foot. Scared, Her mind supplied smugly. She grinned, as he should be.

The Kelvic did not allow him to sit. She would eat first but he had his own food. For a third time Looty openly appraised him. "You can sit." She said. It was said in the same tone as haha, I win. Then Looty chose to ignore him. Again she ripped at the chicken. As if it was alive and she could not shovel it in fast enough.

Beside their table a mob of serving woman appeared. A few men as well. The hovered anxiously around the table with the black rose. Yet, not a sound was made. There was a silence. A silence that promised a symphony of noise in the coming chimes. Looty was obliterated to all but the wine her defeated challenger had.

"Is that wine? The female wouldn't let me have none. Can I have yours? I won so I should get a prize."

Beside them a dish crashed to the floor. Looty simply took another bit of chicken. Though she did make a face. She was not happy around messy things. The servers moved closer. One moved to clean the mess while keeping an unsubtle eye on the black rose table. Suddenly the Withering Rose was not a quiet nook. A few patrons wisely left the bar. Looty, and it seemed her companion, would not be among them. The Kelvic reached for her water and slurped.

Beside them was a sudden shout of rage. Looty wiggled in anticipation. It sounded like a call to arms.

[Tainon]

Tainon stared at the child.

"You didn't request me? But the waitress said…" He paused and looked at the waitress, who was serving some guests, then turned his eyes back to the girl.

Was she making fun of him? This situation was starting to aggravate him. If there was anything he hated, it was someone teasing him. He frowned, when she said he could sit. Who did she think she was? Some kind of a queen? He refused to sit on command like some kind of a dog, so he remained standing.

The Isur appeared to be running out of patience. He had enough of being polite for the whole day to his customers, who asked many silly questions, and even though he had wanted to be nice to the child before, his patience ran out, when the girl asked for his wine as a prize.

He said loudly. "I'm not aware that we played a game and you won, so no wine for you, little madam! Look," he rubbed his face wearily and said a little more calmly, "I'm in no mood for jokes. Either you tell me what you want or I'm leaving. Where are you parents?" He made an attempt to smile at the girl, but quite failed.

He sharply turned his head, when he heard a crash from the next table and he noticed a broken plate lay on the floor. He noted, that most patrons were quietly retreating from the restaurant, as if sensing trouble. He refused to leave until he resolved the issue with the child.

He turned back to her and with raised eyebrows, trying to look strict, he waited for her response.

OOCJust a note: Tainon has never met a Kelvic before, so he thinks Looty is a normal child. I should have probably noted it earlier, sorry

[Looty]

OOCNo problem, I wouldn’t assume everyone knows. Looty just assumes people understand what she’s saying. Most people don’t. I don’t even understand half the time! <.<

The male seemed angry, combative, threatening. The hairs on her arm prickled. Even in her human form a growl rumbled from her chest. To the Kelvic it was a warning, her own threat to the defeated challenger who had not even been able to follow through with their challenge. To anyone else it would sound more as a groan. Petulant and angry.

When the male spoke again it reminded her of her dad. It sounded placating, scolding. He raised a hand to touch his face. Looty scooted back. It gave her enough room to squeeze out of the table for a fight if needed. Yet, the man did nothing. Looty fiddled with her last piece of chicken. Her shoulders tense, her lips pulled back. “You challenged me! You lost! I do so get a prize.”


Looty paused. She took the man before, she could do so again. Her lips formed a smug grin that clearly said, I’m awe-inpsiring. It fled when she spoke. The snarl returned to her lips. “Mom and dad are at home. I’m lost. And I want to eat.”


The Kelvic sought to make clear her intentions with the dense male. She threw back the last piece of chicken. Then her water. She munched nosily, again her face clearly spoke, it sad: See? I’m eating. You can do what you want.

A distraction called her attention again. Looty focused her gaze on what seemed to be another brewing challenge. This one looked like it would be much more interesting than hers had been. There was a shout again. This one sounded desperate to Looty’s ears. The sound someone makes right before defeat. Or a savage attack. The Kelvic shifted. She crawled up onto her chair. Hunched down on it precariously. With vivid attention she watched the table upturn.

Like an uprooted anthill people scattered. The sound of brewing chaos filled the air. Looty gave a little squeak of amusement. “Look! Look!” She cried, her gaze flitting between the defeated male challenger and the groups advancing on each other. Her own animation upturned her chair. It flew out from behind her. Beside her another glass crashed. Looty scooted away from the broken pieces. She stood and watched in awe as fists began to fly.