A Welcome Suprise? -open-

[Fiara Rose Dupree]

She almost couldn't believe her luck. I was almost to prefect. Fiara glanced back around the room. There was practically no one in the place except for a couple sitting over in the far corner and the card players sitting across from her. She gave the group and dubious glance. Yep, she was sure of it now. Judging by the way the older players acted, they probably did this often but the younger man with them seemed to be out of his element. Quickly, Fiara stole a glance at them with her "other" vision. She picked up on the elders but the young man showed nothing. His aura was not there. Suprised, she stared at the group for a moment before turning away, taking a sip of her beer to collect her thoughts. Fiara looked back at them, this time ignoring the younger man's absence of aura as a fluke due to the light. Her eyes took in the strange fluctuations in their auras as they fiddled with their cards. She smiled as the big burly man attempted to hide the tick of his pulse at his temple that gave away his hand. Another man with a bad back, shifted in his chair again, trying to alleviate the pain in his lower back and the man next to him glared at him, thinking he was attempting to see his cards. Fiara smiled, and began her game.




Reaching out, Fiara picked up her beer off the table and took a swig before returning to eyes to the four soon to be fighters playing thier card game. She knew for certain that one of the men was going to start a fight and she was bidding on it being the younger man at the table who seemed completely out of his element, almost ill at ease around men any other person would be intimidated by. She watched him for a moment, trying to figure out what it was about him that caused her internal alarms to go off. She watched for his aura again but still there was nothing. He seemed like a darkness she couldn't see through. HTe kind she used to be afraid of when she was little. She was intrigued as to how he could hide his aura from her so she waited, watching silently as the game went on.


As she watched, the younger man lean slightly to his left and whisper something to the burly man next to him. Her hand paused, the cup halfway to her mouth as she watched the burly man’s aura spike with such strong anger that she could barely suppress the shudder that went up her spine. The man jumped to his feet and knocked to table over, diving across it at the man with the back pain. Surprise flared apparent in the pained man’s aura a moment before the burly man hit him, taking the both of them to the floor. Soon the sound of punches being thrown, shouting, and swearing filled the air in the Three Broomsticks. Suddenly she realized that there was someone seated across from her at her table. She looked over at younger man and blinked. Slightly confused about how he got there, the first words out of her mouth came out harsher than she intended. “Can I help you?”

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[Benjamin / Lithonion / Ovid]

(( I knew who I wanted to use for this post from the get go, but wasn't sure how to make it work.... but it's fine now. All logistics have been taken care of, darkness or lack of aura and whatnot. ))

Two of spades. Four of hearts. King of hearts. Ten of diamond and.... nine of hearts. An eyebrow slowly raised in disgust. Not even a simple pair? Of course, there was such a thing as bad luck but.... he shifted uncomfortably on the wooden stool. Ridiculous. Not even a comfortable seat to alleviate from the terrible establishment that passed as bar in this village time had forgot for over a century. The smell of piss and cheap beer which may as well have been piss would surely sink a bar in muggle London, not to mention the more... refined... tastes of the Parisian citizens, grown accustomed to wines and champagnes, shirts and ties in a night club.... well, that was going too far. London, not Paris, was his preference.

Yet the itching of his scalp..... never again would he trust a wizard to provide a perfect... 'disguise'.... which, mind you, amounted to simply confiscating his leather jacket and dying his hair black without reading the instructions. Must have left it in for too long, because his scalp may as well be on fire. The young man made a mental note to return to his.... benefactor... in order to have it fixed later. If this was supposed to be a disguise, then he would need none. Besides, he preferred a straight up fight. Didn't much agree with his benefactor's methods. Just slow, bothersome....

And yet for now, the dim lighting, the bad cards, the stench of piss and bad company, the itching... all seemed more important. More real at least. More pressing. "Hey..." the young man leaned toward the man to his left, whispering.... the rest of his words were lost behind the clattering of cheap glass as the barkeep tended to his mugs. Suddenly, the table went flying and.... Benjamin smiled. He did so hate losing, and was glad the game had ended prematurely. That an innocent old man would get pummeled was hardly his concern. Besides, bad luck? Oh no no no, when dealing with wizards, do not suspect luck. Rather, suspect magic.... even if one has no proof. Innocent old man? He owned a wand, he must have been the cause. But as Benjamin noticed the beer, spilled on the floor, now touching his boot.... he deemed it time to leave the table, before any other clothing would get soiled. Though stumbling out of a bar at three in the morning with the smell of whiskey and a cute girl hanging on his arm could be amusing, the afternoon light spilling through the unwashed windows in the far wall and lack of female companionship made that situation currently.... unavailable.

Ah? Benjamin smiled. Though he couldn't change the time of day, it seemed he could upgrade to more... pleasant... company. Ah, her comment after he sat down didn't make her seem too friendly. Whatever, as long as she had a nice face, he could ignore her words for a bit. "Depends," he responded without even considering what he'd say, or how she may respond. "How old are you?"

[Fiara Rose Dupree]

Fiara almost couldn’t believe what she had just heard. ’How old are you?’ Her defense mechanism kicked in but she knew instinctively that sarcasm and a quick getaway were not the best options in this situation. She reached out a hand and picked up her glass, draining the remains of what the bartender had so jokingly called a beer. She fiddled with the glass as she looked at the man across from her. His black hair seemed almost too black and the way he shifted in his seat and the twitch of his fingers were tell tale signs of a bad dye job. She also noticed he seemed more than a little irritated and although she could probably guess the source, she wasn’t entirely sure it wasn’t because of her previous comment.

She smiled slightly and placed the cup down on the table. “You know, it’s said that it’s impolite to ask a woman hold old she is.” She glanced past his shoulder at the arguing wizards who were now glancing at her… their table with enough anger she felt it and didn’t need to shift to her second vision. Remembering what happened before she looked back at the man, slipping into her second vision and….nothing. She blinked. There was absolutely no aura around this man. Her vision shifted back to normal and her curiosity piqued.

She shifted in her seat and shot a glance over his shoulder again. “However, in this case….I’m 20.” She stiffened slightly as the bartender set two beers on the table and flashed her a smile before shooting a glare at the man sitting with her. She watched his walk away and almost couldn’t suppress the shudder of disgust that flashed up her spine. The old man was a lecher and a dangerous one at that. She reached out and took her beer in her hand, the cold from the glass helping her calm down. She looked at the man sitting across from her. “What did you tell the muscle head?” She took a sip from the beer.

[Benjamin / Lithonion / Ovid]

(( My character's views or those I RP with do not reflect my own. ))

This wasn't the first time. So typical.... let me tell you something, all English women are like this. Americans can be at times too, but they usually tend to be friendlier. Then you have the magical folk. A streak of elitism runs through them. A sense of entitlement. Their defenses run high. Not that it was unexpected, given the circumstances. These were, after all, tough time. Or so he had been told.

"Ehh..." Benjamin glanced away, apathetically taking in the fight he had caused. "I was simply wondering if you were a woman.... or just a girl. After all," he smirked and held very strong eye contact with the girl, "the bobbies wouldn't take too kindly to my... mingling... with someone underage..."

He glanced away again. She answered. 20. Probably the best answer possible, given that he was the same and, despite his own often lack of maturity, it was not something he enjoyed in others. Therefore, often a girl of 18, even 19.... would be forgotten instantly, simply due to presuppositions which, realistically, probably weren't true. Curiously, though picking up on the 'in this case,' Benjamin chose to ignore it. Of course, his age would mysteriously change depending on whom he spoke with. He'd allow such leeway in others, so long as it was believable.

"Wait, what?" She had asked him something, but Benjamin's thoughts had been elsewhere. Though he had caught it, as was often the case, his question was more a statement of surprise than a question at all. "Oh... just what he wanted to hear." Again, apathetic eyes drifted toward the fight, "The old man was cheating." He shrugged. "Not that I'd know."

[Fiara Rose Dupree]

Fiara took another sip from her beer and leaned back in her chair, holding the glass on the edge of the table as she looked at him. She watched him, not really sure what to make of this man. A man who seemed to care little about anyone other than himself, unless a person could be a use to him. It was for this reason she was trying to be cautious but she couldn’t seem to help her curiosity.


She took another drink from her beer, accidentally tilting her head down ever so slightly causing some of her hair to slide over her shoulders. She pushed it away from her face in annoyance and glanced back at the fight before returning her gaze to him, her crystal green eyes scanning him once again but this time with her second sight. She smiled slightly as his darkness blocked the auras behind him. She leaned forward, resting her elbows alongside her beer.


“What made you think he was cheating?”

[Benjamin / Lithonion / Ovid]

"I was losing." Benjamin answered immediately without thought. After all, it was natural. If one plays against a wizard and one loses, one must always assume said wizard cheated. You can't trust those shifty wizards, what with their wands and magic, always seeking to deceive those who didn't know they could change so much with but a thought. It's common knowledge, even amongst the wizards themselves. Such were Benjamin's beliefs. If anyone thought differently, it was because they had deluded themselves. Such beautiful lies they could be, if one simply chose to believe... but lies they were, and our beloved Benjamin knew better!

"Although I understand your fascination," there's the cocky smirk again and intense eye contact again, "enough about me. Now, tell me something interesting about yourself. And no, I don't care what you study."

(( Moments from the author's real life... "Tell me something interesting about yourself." "I'm a student." "...." Because, you know, it's really rare to find someone in this age range who studies. ))

[Fiara Rose Dupree]

She leans back in her chair again and tilts her glass a little to the left, looking down at it, breaking thier eye contact. She swirls the contents of the glass around before taking another drink. She sets the glass down and makes eye contact again but seems closed off now.

"I'm not all that interesting to be honest."

Fiara lean forward on the table and looked at her glass, not really daring to make eye contact.

"I just recently came to the area and haven't been around a lot. I tend to be a loner. And I like Harleys."

She takes another sip from the drink then looks up and smiles slightly, her crystal green eyes catching and holding his.

"What about you? How did you happen to be here in a place where you obviously are out of your element."

Sarcasm lightly laces the last statement as she takes another sip from her beer, still watching him with her clear green eyes.