Knocking at Oblivion's Door

March 24, 2017:

Tattoo goes to Oblivion Bar for festivities and meets Rain, but some things don't stay dead…. Or in their own World.

Oblivion Bar - Somewhere Beyond

"The only known universe with its own happy hour."

Elsinore Brew? Blood infused Pißwasser? Fairy Dustschläger or maybe just a
good cup of coffee. The extremely comfortable and Occult elite Oblivion Bar
s here to cater to its unique clientele from all over the world and many
beyond. This classy bar and lounge has a stage, three pool tables, eleven
group tables, booths and a well stocked bar. There is also several backrooms
for private meetings, very lavish ladies and mens rooms and an office. A
phone that has its own area code that can call across dimensions or planes
thanks to a Gemworld stone and free internet access that is always
operational! Always.

The Oblivion Bar is club membership only and acts as a complete neutral
zone, an Elysium for those of the supernatural or mystic origin.

One of the best parts is beyond its relative safety it is accessible from
almost any point in the world (and some beyond) by those who know how to
find such things (magical sight) as it is located in its own pocket
dimension.

The only rules? No Muggles and no violence. If you do not have access to the
mystical, supernatural or occult sphere, you are not allowed within this
super secret clubhouse.

Characters

NPCs: None.

Mentions:

Plot:

Mood Music: Too Original


Fade In…

Vivification - To give life to, to brighten, or enliven….

Oblivion Bar: Witching Hour

The place is hopping, as typical at this hour. It almost seems like the gypsies have come out of hiding and haunt, from small (literally, 1inch to 2 feet tall) to large (if the place did not warp and ajust as well as their own being… Trolls are huge. Swamp Thing style +, just saying!) to enjoy the night even as things outside of Oblivion seem to be taking their toll on the world.

This is where the mystical reign and let loose when all else will!

Enemy or friend is not an option, ah!
We all the same when we go dancing stars!!

The band played freely from variant ares of the Bar, trumpets, trombones, cymbals, drums, ye olde piano, voices singing along in chorus - and those who danced.

Kida had found this place a little over a year ago when she needed somewhere safe and that 'Eye' opened, and she crawled within for safety. Now she is here with… what she has learned from Angel… Is a martini before he, the olive stared at as it is speared in the clear liquid with a foggy billow of mixture dissipating.

It looks especially questionable as a small pixie-like being "skates" the circle of the rim and dances off in a trail of glitter that coats Kida's arm. But when Kida casts those hazel eyes back to follow the being, she is normal sized and dancing to the beat.

//Ting tangue swinging like a tingeling,
I'm a twang my body till the problems gone..
Drop baba juice, make it goddamn strong! //

A 'bottoms up' gesture is given and Kida looks from the pyramid glass on a stem and back out where the whole floor seems to move where the outer ring is utterly still….

…Too Original…

Well. Rain and Captain do visit the Oblivion bar now and then. It's a facet of the magic community, and a decent place for a meal and a drink when she was homeless. Now nice for visits in general. Rain's kept herself busy in WAND as a contractor, and periodically bothering the Asgardians. She also works as an occult detective in her spare time. Plus, she's an enginerd. That's just what she does.
And for Rain, every hour is the witching hour. She's just witchy. It's taken a few months, but she's slowly accepted her new, magical life. And thank goodness she has the manor. She arrives at the Oblivion, dismissing her broom. Captain rides on her shoulders, and the two look around. "Seems jumping today."

Flap tiger wild!

"You drink it and eat that, but careful, girly.." Stated to Kida from the bar itself, or well the dwarvish man that serves from behind, but is not on his deck due to fishing other things out and refilling stocks.

"I do not eat green things…" Kida states, eyeing the sunken olive in the martini glass, fishing it out by its 'pick, throwing it over her shoulder…

Somewhere in the hopping crowd behind her someone jumped up like a hungry dog and caught it, eating it toothpick and all…
Cringe.

Kida sat at the bar, off to the side-back corner, those loose fitted jeans low upon hips, open-mawed boots that hung with tattered and mis-matched laces hook one into the stool while the toe of the other remains on the bar's wall.

From just above bandana belt ink and scars weave mis-matched paths up opposing hips. One of beauty, the other of brutality, showing fragments of a harsh past lined in remnants of what shows brightly etched on opposing side - dipping over hip, across lower back and up, but even that innk seems to move and vine, beneath braced feet a large "dog" lays.

Bare from waist to mid-abdomen, finally a garage-shop grease stained navy button up is cinched around rip cage, tied in a knot at plexus and left open aloft, name tag ripped from it and threads hang.

But what rests at lower back is the 'handle' of a stick, engraved with old runes that lightly cast a pulse of a blue glow in almost rhythm to the musics beat.

Enemy of friend is not an option,
we're all the same, when we dancing go stars!

The mar-teeny is knocked back then and set down with a shudder from Kida that has her rapidly shaking her head. "Gaa! Annuu… Nono." Her face pinches and the 'dog' at her feet looks up as the foot on the bar kicks! THUD Thudthud…

But while her head is shaking and those feather-light strands of raven's hue undo from the braid lapsing over shoulder she sees Rain and… her cat?

A look goes to her 'dog', sympathised as the massive lycanthrope rises to all fours and settles golden eyes on the feline, while Kida stares at Rain. "He talked." It is point blunt about Captain, but could be a question… Or a statement that wolf is very attentive upon.

Hunt the reflection from a disco ball.
Mayham rumble, till I drop and fall!
Pump up, bumble bee…
Swetty honey!

Rain blinks at the going ons. She's definitely more on the introverted side of magicians. "Did you give her one of your super powered martinis again?" Rain asks the bartender, concerned and amused. She's dressed in a very standard nerd shirt and jeans. Failing to have left the mundane world behind.

The cat stares back. "Hey, look, she talked," The cat quips back. Captain seems used to that reaction, his tail flicking into a ? shape periodically. He doesn't move from Rain's shoulders, though his pupils are narrow slits. Especially with regards to the 'dog'. Old rivalries rarely die.

"That's Captain. Please don't eat my familiar or try." It would upset the witch. She moves over towards the bar. "How - um, are you all?"

No, old rivalries hardly die. Evolution leaves some things behind as that maw opens and tongue licks over fangs. The lycanthrope half sitting, half standing while muscles beneath the mass of fur ripple.

When 'Captain' quips back, Kida drops her hand to the ruff, burrowing oil stained fingertips into the fur and causing calm, but in a ripple that passes between them, almost melding them into one on contact. It is enough….

"I did no such thing~!" The tender states as all they see is the top of a horseshoe-balded head bobble away, the tiny man hoppinh onto his platform now to artfully (and amazingly) start filling the plethora of orders.

"She will not eat unless," Puase and Kida looks from Cap to her companion and back. "Fed."

A chuff and the beast begins to lower at Kida's feet.

"Well…" Was that a prelude or a response to Rain, those eyes of hazel rimmed in darkness lift to the other woman, but the reflection shows a door opening to Oblivion (Not Unnatural), but what impacts it ~shakes~ their foundation enough to even *hiccup* the music and make tones go off.

Two eyes, pained in soul and hearth tilt at outer corners, pleading silently while behind them, a trio of red "eyes" seems to cast an aural glow. with every approach the Bar rocks and rattles, and in that instant Kida is off her stool, legs bearing loose and tattered jeans straddling the back of the rising wolf - who if stood fully she could ride. But it was risen enough to be in a crouch while lips quivered back and revealed canines in a growl.

SLAM!

~ROCK~

*BOOM!~**

Kida's look slowly moves from Rain and Cap to that door as with every slam the two watching eyes, lose light, lose life, while the trio behind stare *dead* into Oblivion as glass shatters and stillness presides.

"K'aal." A step back followed by another and the massive wolf is suddenly gone, Kida's form writhing as she grips Rain and makes to exit.

((More to come.))

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