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feonixe2018-02-18 09:52 pm
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two immortals walk into a bar
Come, all ye immortals... ![]() You walk into a bar. Maybe you were given a ticket by a fellow passing immortal, or had the prescience to obtain one yourself - whichever it is, the well-polished key will take you to an establishment that operates outside the confinements of spacetime. A bar exclusively for immortals, whether you were born this way or attained it as a mortal being. Gods, demons, vampires - no matter what you are, you are welcome here. It serves a myraid of drinks and snacks catered to the tastes of every world, so it's easy to find something palatable (even including human souls, if that's your preferred food). A corridor leads down the lounge to a variety of other rooms. Opening a door would transform it into a pool room, a singing room, or perhaps a quiet place for meditation. The establishment responds to the will of its patrons - as long as you behave, you will be allowed to stay here for as long as you like. Come in and take a seat. Maybe there's someone looking for you. |
Ragnar | Vampire: The Masquerade OC
But today, something is different. For the first time in centuries, he is here alone. The Mediterranean man that was always at his side is not there, and he seems a bit lost for it.
In the end he just wanders over to the bar, orders a pint of beer and a glass of wine, and places the wine before the stool next to himself while nursing the beer himself. From time to time, he gives the glass of wine a look.]
[ooc: Ragnar is a ghoul - an enhanced, immortal human bound into the service of a vampire. The other man mentioned in the narrative, Hanno, was one as well.]
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The old man isn't really this place's standard fare. Who would want to wind up stuck as an immortal at his age, after all? His skin is weathered more than lined, but definitely shows a long life lived. He's faded to gray in his skin as well as his hair, and even his clothes are nondescript gray, though of tough construction and comfortable materials. He doesn't sit at the empty stool with the wine, but he does stand beside it.
"Or is that an invitation?"
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And then gestures to the stool at his other side. "Come, have a drink. This one is on me. I don't think I've seen you here before?"
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"I mostly changed to that one because it would stand out less in English-speaking countries, and because people kept mispronouncing my birth name anyway." He shrugs. "Rasmus was for cover."
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The others are... additional names." Which he neither minds terribly nor is super excited about. It's just a thing. "You've never had another name? Why?" That seems much stranger to him.
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