The Return

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

[Edit: A brief explanation]

*David enters the bar from the main door, cursing under his breath* Never going to get that damned report written up...

*he looks around for a familiar face - namely Lestat or Armand - and, seeing neither, sits himself at the bar*

Bar? A glass of... oh, I don't know. Surprise me. Something red.

*the bar, being the smart, if wooden, thing that it is, offers up a hot glass of Port*

*David smells the drink, pushes it aside, and flumps to the bartop, forehead sitting on it and arms hanging down*

I'm going to kill them. I am really going to kill them.

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[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

*Bartleby looks up from behind the bar* You okay, man?

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

*his head still resting on the bar, he replies:*

I'll be fine. I hope.

Have you seen-

*he raises his head a little*

A vampire or two?

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Not recently, dude.

*he looks at the young man* You want some blood?

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

You know, I would love some.

And a glass of whiskey.

And...

Um... excuse me. Yes, if it's allowed. And real.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

It's not. *Bartleby looks regretful* But I've been assured that you can't tell. Wanna try anyway?

I'm Bartleby, by the way.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

Ah, it really can't hurt, can it? *he says in reference to the blood, and by way of introduction:* David Talbot.

And... Bartleby... sounds familiar. *and, in trying to remember, slumps back to the bar* I should remember this one.

Angel? *he asks, looking back up*

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

*paces a cup full of thick, red liquid in front of David*

Nice to meet you.

Yeah, angel. *he looks suddenly nervous*

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

*takes the cup in his hands, wrapping fingers around it*

Same to you.

*notices the slightly nervous edge that appeared*

Everything alright?

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Uh... yeah, fine.

I'm not too well-remembered round here, is all.

You want a whisky as well?

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

I'm good with names, faces, dates and the like. I didn't mean to panic you at all, my good fellow.

As for the drink... Probably best not to. *smiles* The flavours don't mix too well... *sips at his "blood"* Hmm, not so bad after all.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

*Bartleby nods* You'll find out soon enough. I... went a bit crazy. Shot Ingress. Broke Tonks' nose. Fucked up Constantine. Hurt Crowley. That kind of thing.

*he starts drying glasses, his face expressionless*

Oh, and before that I tried to unmake creation.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

Oh dear me.

I... I'm dreadfully sorry.

But how, exactly, does one hurt Crowley?

[OOC: got links to any of these? *grin* I have waaaaaaaaaaay too much to catch up on.]

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Uh... I think I shot his wing. And pretty much just attempted to beat him up. Angel, like I said. So I can.

[OOC: It was one big thread. It's way, way back, over here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/103493.html).

[the-dr-faustus.livejournal.com]

Faust cast David Talbot a cold glance. He could see metaphysical emenations coming off of him that puzzled the good doctor. Something strange.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

*notices the man (a stranger to him) glancing at him, and decides, on sight, that there is something quite bizarre about him*

[the-dr-faustus.livejournal.com]

"Dr Johann Georg Faust." Faust said, coldly, attempting to probe David's mind. he probably wouldn't succeed- David was the single most powerful psychic ever.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David Talbot. Pleased to meet you, Doctor.

*he says by way of introduction. He can almost feel the attempt to broach his mind, and makes extra sure that his defenses are well and truly up*

[the-dr-faustus.livejournal.com]

He attempted again but was officialy and without a doubt, blocked from David's mind. "Have you dealt with the 'gifted' before?"

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

*David smiles. This is familiar territory, although exactly with whom he's discussing it is still evading him*

It was, and still is in a way, my job for many, many years, Doctor. And you? What have been your dealings with the "gifted"?

[the-dr-faustus.livejournal.com]

Faust didn't smile back. Faust does not smile. He is either icy-cold neutral or angry and when he's angry it's like Satan himself is roaring at you. Most people don't like to see him angry. "Unless you count Mephistopheles, demons and other beings of the like, then no, I don't associate much with the gifted. Of course, you could also include my pupils."

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

*nods, intrigued* Mephistopheles, demons and the like. I see. I assume you do mean this literally? How very interesting! So, you are of... what time, precisely?

[OOC: *goes to check on profile, asks anyway*]

[the-dr-faustus.livejournal.com]

"The mid 15th century to the beggining of the 16th. I was executed. Come now, perhaps they wrote tales about me. Doctor Johann Georg Faust. I sold my soul to the devil, Mephistopheles." Faust said in his thick german accent. If it were possible for him to feel friendly or comradely ((Which it most deffinately isn't)) this would be what he was feeling. But unfortunately, his arctic temprament quickly and totaly crushed most emotions other than rage.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

*realisation suddenly dawns* Oh, of course! Sorry, the name was so familiar and... forgive me, Doctor. My mind doesn't seem to be entirely with me tonight.

I have a friend who was around in the late 15th Century. Assures me it was rather bland. But he was a Roman.

So, what brought you to the Bar, then?

[OOC: *I am being rather OOC tonight. Please just... ignore it as best you can ^^;*]

[the-dr-faustus.livejournal.com]

((Oh, sure.))

"I was in the Abyss; the Other Side... For a great long time. And then all of a sudden I fimd myself here. In the burning sunlight. With air in my lungs. I didn't know I still had a body, metaphysical or otherwise. This leads me to believe someone raised me as a Shade, like I have in the past... Odyseus and such..."

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

It takes a great deal of magick to raise someone as a Shade, as I remember it. How bloody fascinating.

Do you know anyone else here? Or have you gotten to know anyone? I think I've been here once, and then had to leave with my friend, and... aah, I've been gone quite a while. When did you arrive anyway?