IC Room

Leans back into the booth seat, opening up the book that was in her lap as she started to read.

My finger tips trace the rim of my glass of my blood wine. Red embers crackle then snap from the heat of the fireplace reflective of my current mood.

Sits down in a booth after ordering a drink at the bar, he opens up his paint set and pulls out some cards to start painting them.

@❦ Kim Hyo-jong ¥✔ Hyunwook hadn't faught this in a very long time, so he was surprised that he was still as quick and fast as before. But, I suppose the saying that it was like walking a bike or whatever it was is true. He raised an eyebrow when he was called friendo, but didn't say anything about it. Hyunwook watched Hyo-jong stab the other seeing the cyan flicker up the blade then into the other fae. Hyunwook had really only seen his clan's thudner and other colors like it - he had never seen other variations. But, then again, his village was raided and destroyed in which was never reformed or his family never really interacted with other kitsunes after the raid. His own ears and tail flickered to normal coloring no longer lighted up in thunder's color. He stepped over the mess that was created as he glanced to Hyo-jong. He leaned over the bar looking at the various liquors. "Do you want a drink?" He asked

Dove moved around the tables in the tavern, moving to the outskirt of the bar on a high top. She pulled out a small, rustic-looking journal with raggedy pages, along with a much neater, cleaner thick book with a hard cover and snow-white pages. She placed the books side by side before opening the used novel to the marked page she had last been reading on, skimming over the top to retrace her place in the linguistics of it all.

‘My brain is going to melt’ she naggingly thought as she puffed out her cheeks with air, before releasing from her chest out her nose, deflating her face back to its sharp features as she was determined to finish the book. There had to be something…something that could help her here…

@❦ Choi Hyunwook Not even a flinch from me as the Fae kept their grip on me. I made the decision to sit back and marvel at the enchanting thunder petal magic, an experience I had never been privileged to witness in person. My lips quirked into a smile watching you take them down one by one. As you threatened my assailant, I took a quick look behind me, amused by the situation and the smile on your face. “No need friendo, I got this covered.” Before the Fae could finish speaking, I swiftly pulled out my blade and it into his thigh, causing a substantial amount of electricity to course through the dagger. From my left forearm, cyan veins creep towards the steel, electrifying the Fae’s flesh and causing him to yowl in agony before falling down. “See, now wouldn’t an apology be easier? I reach over to the unconscious Fae and pull my bloody dagger out of their thigh.

@❦ Kim Hyo-jong ¥✔ Hyunwook nose scrunched up as he heard the words of fireworks - which that wasn't what his sparks were. I mean, sure they did look like fireworks - but it was a lot more than that. He ducked as he threw back up the rest of the glass that he had poured for himself. Hyunwook felt the hands clap around his neck as all of his six tails spread out among him like flower petals. His irises glowed his signature magenta-purplish color as the tips of his trial and ears glowed that came coloring. Sparking flower petals scattered around Hyunwook as magenta sparks struck up the hands that were on him and his claws sunk into the flesh pulling them off of him and throwing him onto another empty table. He kicked out sending a sparking lotus blossom-shaped electric wave as the one that attacked him, electrocuting him there at the table. He sunk his claws into the hand that grasped around the other kit's throat, glaring that the one that had him. "Release him unless you want to be grilled rotting flesh too," Hyunwook hissed through his fangs.

@♆ ♕ Nam Vo Yooa squinted as he called her a rug muncher, but didn't say anything about it. She felt the bench lurch upward as she had to push it back down a bit - or well try and not succeed as she sat there criss-crossed. Of course, he would be the person that would like to watch. "It's a little more than just rolling around in the sheets," Yooa mumbled as she glanced at him as he sat across from her. She paused as she processed how to answer this question. "I mean, she was a lot cuter than you but I don't know about hotter," She shrugged one of her shoulders as she took a sip of her drink. "I don't really think or want to remember her anymore anyway - she's gone so there is no reason to bring it back up," She answered with a nod.

@❦ Choi Hyunwook “You firework tricks don’t scare me, boy!” The Fae growled, taking a fighting stance and threw the first swing, nearly missing my right cheek as I leaned back. In a split second, I sprint up the Fae’s forearm, launching myself from his chest onto the bar counter, swiftly striking his cheek with my left foot, and leaving behind a mesmerizing trail of blue sparks. There was a loud crash as the Fae descended onto a ghoul table, causing the drink to scatter. Just as I was about to lecture you, two hands grabbed you from behind. “Hey watch out!” My words caught in my throat when a forearm clapped around my throat from behind.

@❇︎ Yooa ¥✔ “Oh, never figured the glitter dragon princess to be a rug muncher,” I nodded conclusively fanning as much indifference in my must as I could muster. However, that did nothing to curve the amused smile on my lips. “You rolling in the sheets with another chick, now that’s a sight I don’t mind seeing. The blench lurched upward as I sat down across from you. “Was she hotter than me?” I asked grinning from the rim of my cup.

Yerim opened her eyes as she woke up from her sleep before rubbing her eyes, she groaned and looked around. "Huh? What time is it?"

Yooa scratched the side of her head. "Maybe me?" Yooa was confused as she ruffled her hair a bit. "Are you messing with me?" She puffed up her cheeks as Rui bopped her on her head telling her the wolf was talking about Myungsoo. "Ohh - why would it matter if I do? I like him - and I'll have you know my mom is undead too!" Yooa nodded at him even if he turned his back on her.

Then her hand drops from his arm as the guy was alright, however, the demon is still sleeping and snoring in her seat.

Youngbae smirked, nodding his head. "Maybe you. But definitely not me. Unless you're hanging out with one." The man said, turning his back on the fairy.

"Whoa!" Mackenyu winced, prepared to feel the impact. The bag of grain hit the ground with a thud but his body remained steady. He looked back and noticed the hand around his arm. "What--" He paused in disbelief. Is she really the one that stopped him from falling? Mackenyu cleared his throat, "Thank you."

Yooa blinked as she looked at him. "Smells like undead? On me?" Yooa pointed at herself, bending her head down and opening up her shirt a bit - smelling again to check herself. She nodded at him. "And you're a wolfie," Yooa responded, still not getting why that would make him curious. "Am I missing something here?" Yooa asked him

While Yerim is sleeping, her instincts are very active, the moment one guy missed a step and hooked his right foot under her chair. Her hand grabbed onto the man's arm to stopped him from slipping while she is still snoring and facing down.

Youngbae shrugged, raising his glass. "There's something that smells like undead." He spoke, rubbing his nose. "Miss, you're clearly a fairy."

Tilting her head to the side wondering why he would be curious about her. "Why are you curious? I am not that interesting," Yooa looked up from her book.

He walked in carrying a sack of grain on his back, seeking for an empty table. So focused on not hitting anyone, Mackenyu missed a step, got his right foot hooked under the chair of the sleeping woman that he almost slipped.

The wolf heard the commotion from behind him. He was about to take a mouthful of his drink when the woman addressed him. "Hmmm?" He cleared his throat, turning to dip his head. "Ey, miss. Pardon me. I'm just curious that's all."

Yerim snores as she slept on her seat, face slumped on the wooden table.

Yooa felt Rui tap her head as the little small dragon waved its wing at Youngbae to let Yooa know about him before turning back to the book. Yooa blinked over to the wolf as he turned his head. "Uhm, can I help you?" Yooa asked

Youngbae quickly turns his head, looking in front. He grins ordering a pint.

Yooa set Rui down on the table to help her with the big words in the book she was studying, drinking her drink and hearing another noise. She peeks over her book, scanning around.

Youngbae noticed the shadow of a winged creature and watched the woman grab a drink and opens a book. A soft chuckle escaped his lips.

Enters the place, hopping in front of the bar to order a drink then takes her drink to a spot to sit in and pulls out a book to read.

He walks in, find a place at the bar and takes out the pistol gifted to him. The wolf grazes his fingers along the pattern engraved along its handle.

Yerim was in a vacant table, already dozed off, sleeping while her head is on the table, snoring loudly.

Orders a drink from the bar, then slumps into a booth and takes a drink from the glass that was in his hand.