sword_breaker | Myth!AU

[There's a slight wind to give signs that colder weather was going to hit the city at some point but otherwise the chill didn't faze many much with the sun pouring down rays without any resistance from white wisps streaking across blue. Another busy work day for most people as they packed the sidewalks in order to accomplish whatever the day asked of them to do, some of them heading off towards lunch break even as the afternoon brought along ease in traffic after the rushing around or rather dead still in the morning commutes that always came like clockwork. The towering skyscrapers piercing above while scattered about were busy shops and apartment complexes ranging to the higher end of the spectrum, fortunate for several residents of them being close to where they worked usually.

However it didn't matter much to the man lying face first towards the blue in an alley, red bursts staining his shirt in an act of fatal defiance against the fabric. He wasn't caring about anything anymore. Pools of crimson have congealing into a sticky mess at his side to keep company with the broken body though it was a waste honestly. A barrier of yellow and black tape announcing the crime scene as if the body and the blood weren't enough already to do so. Officers scurrying about to comb through every little thing in order to scrounge up evidence ranging from fingerprints to shell casings while a medical examiner started jotting down notes as though it were a race.

To be fair, it was a race that was ticking away for all of them but yet he didn't exactly have to put so much effort into finding out the who, why and whatnot of this particular case. Never really showed interest in the exact details of a person's death as it wasn't under his job description nor would he if paid enough, more so content enough with the tasks that were scheduled for him to do. He sends a confirmation of his arrival with a quick text before stowing away the smart phone into his back pocket and assessing the fussing police. No doubt Matthieu was going to blow his phone up with messages after getting the answer but that could be ignored.

Passing underneath the tape, the man eased through the scene with no problems coming from the uniformed others. Though that was the point of having such a decent illusion in order to essentially make him invisible, allowing a much easier time accomplishing his tasks without the stupid questions that would be raised at his presence much less what he would do here. He had the slight frown that could've been considered appropriate for the situation but the claw marks and irrevocably damaged right eye would certainly cause a more sinister thought process to occur. Maybe even be considered as a hit man that had down the crime but to be fair he didn't hunt unless told otherwise and certainly not boring humans such as this idiot. Besides a man decked in a suit stood out in this mess with much help to his disregard of everything save for the dead man who certainly was still brimming with the confused energy of a trapped soul. Definitely need to rectify that.

James crouched down right next to the examiner and fished out a knife before making an incision right at the heart before reaching down to draw out the reluctant soul. The reaper was only doing his job and besides no one was going to see him do his work, not the police nor the surrounding crowd of onlookers.

He was looking forward to the break after this one, sneak away towards his usual haunt; a coffee shop that boasted fantastic blends that were more so a necessity at this rate rather than a mere commodity and plus the perfect spot he claimed by the window in order to watch the world keep moving. The energy from the illusion would be easily restored during that. Then it would be another one in midtown before being able to return back home for the day and unwind. That or check with the bar to make sure a friend or two didn't snoop around more than they should. The former was going to be the most probable though so he shows the other idea to the back of his mind before focusing.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

No problem. Have to make sure my favorite bartender stays safe after all.

[Disregarding the patrons trickling in, she continues to watch his prep work while the other myths settle around and start their own chatter.]

True enough though there are much worse things than vamps. Just keep an eye on things and make sure to give me a call if anyone catches your attention. We need a good fun tonight.

[Favorite? He blushes. Only for her, though, because he shouldn't blush around the clients. For them, he needs to be professional. Cool, even.]

I'll let you know if I see anything. Fun's what they're after, right? We're good at that.

Heck yes we're absolutely fantastic at it. Might even wager that we're the best around to be quite honest with you.

[Definitely musses up his hair cause the younger fae was such a dork at times and needed to liven up every once in a while with a good reminder.]

Hey, watch the hair!

[Because he'd never in a thousand years admit how much he likes it when people play with his hair.]

Yeah? Nobody better. You've got a good place here.

[He loves the bar, the wood and the glass and the subtle hint of charms. When he first came to work here, Val had set some up to help him identify some of their more inscrutable clients. Now, they serve as reminders for him to know who comes in and what drinks they may like. It helps them feel more welcome. He likes making people feel that way.

Maybe that's the secret to being good at his job.]

I will do no such thing! It's very fluffy and cute after all.

[The bar was homely and far better than the court in her opinion, much preferring the freedom that it granted her as well as the variety of folk that came through those doors. Seelie fae were nothing bad but there needed to be some variation in order to not grow bored as quickly. Plus not everyone was good enough to outmatch her wit which meant favors and goodies galore when she was in the mood for that.]

Excellent. I like to hear that I do and a bartender that makes it better. I'll throw up a new charm though to keep a better posting on if any newbies come through. That and reapers cause if a reaper comes then a interesting newbie is here.

It's not supposes to be fluffy!

[Reaching up, he tries to smooth it down again.]

I'll keep an eye out. Let you know so you can meet the newbies for yourself. Or should I not let them know who they're dealing with?

Aw such a shame then.

[She slides off the bar before heading off to the side and carving another set of charms and giving a thumbs up to him.]

Keep posted, ok? Don't let them know. Be less fun,

You've got it. I'll keep the secrets between us.

[Bars aren't really his thing. Loud, crowded, and frankly, he's got no reason to ever make an attempt at drinking. Really, it becomes a question of what he's doing then, making his way into the homey little place.

Really though, if he's going to be stuck in the city for a day or two, might as well try to gain a little insight. Might as well try to figure out of what the local population was like, especially after his run in with that reaper earlier.

Still, he does his best to keep to himself, take up as little attention as possible, as he slides into place before the bar to keep an eye on everyone and anyone.]

[Thing is the bar was more than willing to let the right people know that someone new had just waltzed on in and the fae's interest piqued at the chime that resounded in her office. She however will wait until Andrei says it's worth her while.

No need to expend energy if there was no good catch after all.]

[There's someone new, someone with a link to a weapon. Before Andrei can reach for the looking glass, the guy's moving to the counter. He'll just have to be careful, he supposes.]

Welcome to the Will o' Wisp. Anything I can get for you?

[Oh wait, he hadn't been expecting to actually get as quick of a response, that certainly puts a damper in his plans of laying low. No reason to let that fact show, though.]

Honey whiskey on the rocks. Cheapest you got, if you can.

[Not like he's actually going to drink the stuff. Best to keep his cover though.]

[Andrei always meets his patrons when he can, especially the newer ones. It's a good way to build rapport. Let people feel acknowledged, and they think they owe you something.

Besides, if he gets this guy close enough, he can check his reflection and get a risk assessment to Val.]

You got it.

[Cheap drinks absolutely aren't his specialty, but then, getting people what they want is, so he won't complain. He drops several ice grains into a glass and reaches for the cheap whiskey. When he pours it over, the ice grows into cubes of frozen liquor--not at the proper freezing point of liquor, of course, but magically solidified and cold enough to keep the ice from watering down the drink.]

This your first time coming in?

[Interesting little trick. He files it away for note, but pays it little mind beyond that, instead reaching out to grab the glass and let some of the alcohol slide over his tongue. Strong, cheap, and the flavour and burn are almost enough to make up for the fact that he can't actually drink it.

Very discreetly, he spits it back into the glass, then offers up a bright grin, as if he's absolutely delighted to be part of the conversation.]

Heard a little talk out and about. Good reviews and all that.

[Best not to give too much away. Not that he planned on staying for very long, but still, keeping guarded always served him well.]

[Andrei doesn't notice the slip. He's too busy checking for a reflection, but so far, the glass only shows a shadow across his visitor's throat.]

I should hope so. Word of mouth is how we make our business, since we're never in the same place twice in a row. Have any trouble finding us?

[If all else fails, he can at least get some gossip out of the guy.]

[More and more questions. Alright, though he's reticent to, he'll play the game for at least a little while.]

I mean, word gets around, and sometimes people aren't too tight-lipped with what they mention. Little bit of a trick finding the place, yeah. Makes for a bit of a game though, suppose.

I suppose I should be glad people are talking about us. As long as it's good, I hope.

Games? That's my boss for you. She loves riddles. Since you solved this one, maybe you'd like to try something harder?

Haven't heard anything bad, if you're worried about it.

[But the question brings a raise of his brow, because there's something somewhat suspicious about it.]

Talking kind of strange now, but colour me interested.

Did someone call for me?

[Of course they did, they always do at some point or another. She surveys the newest catch at the bar, picking apart the man's outfit to start figuring him out since Andrei hadn't given any good intel yet. Looked like a biker mostly but there was something else.]

Hello you two.

Hey, Val. Thought I'd introduce you to the new guy. Got any riddles for him?

[Huh. Alright, that was suspiciously fast. Very suspiciously fast. This bar is a little more than he'd bargained for, it seems. Still, he does his best to not show his concerns, instead raising a brow and flashing half a grin over at the new arrival.]

Well aren't I popular right now? To what do I owe the pleasure?

Well from what I heard, you were able to figure out as to where this place is. That and it seems like my bartender has gotten your interested in a harder challenge. So here I am.

[She glances down at his drink, tilting her head in thought before looking back at him.]

So why aren't you drinking? Don't like it?

[He's... No. He's not drinking. He's had just the one sip, but otherwise, he's been completely uninterested in his alcohol. Cheap alcohol. Andrei ought to feel insulted.

Instead he reaches for the looking glass again. He finally has a chance to take a second look.]

Well, I mean I'm a sucker for undeserved compliments and he's pretty generous with them.

[That question though...he just grins good.naturedly and shrugs, taking another small sip and letting wash over his.tongue.]

Not made of.money. Wanna savour it.for as long as possible really.

He's one of the best bartenders I've ever had and knows what the customers like. Can't say that's a bad deal really, rather worthy of paying to keep around. However when people don't drink though....

[That grin doesn't disarm her curiosity and she takes note of the fact that he doesn't swallow let alone that he had to take a sip with her prodding. Definitely a worthy catch maybe.]

Fair enough. I'll give you that. However my other question is would you be up for a harder challenge?