__'where no endings; end.

[Lucian Stone.]

Oh, how delightfully tragic this whole place was. Mutants running around so blissfully with regular humans; everyone living as if the silly trees and cold climate would protect them forever from the outside world. They didn't understand - they couldn't comprehend. It had been nearly twenty-five years since the Human Project struck Blackbriar; hardly any original inhabitants remained alive. These people could not see beyond their windows and warm apartments the horizon which burned the rest of the world. Ignorant fools - this was what made Lucian's job so terribly difficult.

He waltzed into the Silver Wolf tavern with a slight hush and an uneasy glance from the customers. As he walked, so perfectly softly and gracefully, the candles on the tables shuddered and a darkness seemed to fall outside as night took it's course early that evening inside of the bar. Lucian's body was a sliver of light skin against the large, black backdrop his wings made for him - packed tightly up against his back and almost touching the ground. He wore a light silver shirt that draped down the back so his wings would fit through. Black pants, in all their simplicity, made his legs look ominously long.

His light-blue eyes icily snaked across the faces and backs of the people inside. Most he recognized, others he did not. Sorry worldlings he found them to be; and for one hundred and twenty years, that what he had come to expect. He took a seat at the bar - the furthest one next to the wall where the shadows melted into him. Unfortunately, booths and chairs were tricky things to sit down on, what with a seven foot wing and all.

The mood slowly returned, the customers going back to their dining. Practically everyone knew who he was - how could they not? There was a huge spectacle of him only twenty years ago with his riot at Washington and imprisonment and returning twenty years later and being denied for his seat back in the Triage - all such tedious things. Not to mention the gossip surrounding his sanity and reputation for being a completely self-absorbed sex addict. Of course, it was merely gossip... But not completely untrue.

The bartender came to ask for Lucian's order; not afraid or timid in his actions or speech. The two had known each other for a while, and had struck a deal or two to gain information regarding certain drunk mutants, et cetera, et cetera. Lucian pondered a moment, trying to think of a drink he hadn't had in a while, "I'll have a Paralyzer, for old time's sake," Lucian replied in his rich, dark, chestnut voice. To think that such a voice would come out of such a slender body was hard to get used to - but very pleasing to the ears. Lucian posed boredly as the bartender scurried away; his square head in his cupped hand and blue eyes lulling about.

[Theresa Zivick]

A freezing breeze ruffled Theresa's black hair, throwing it around her face in a mass of waves and loose curls. The temperature bit at her nose, turning it a striking pink compared to the pale color of the rest of her face. She had just turned 21 and revelled in the thought that she could drink now. She needed alcohol to drown out her sorrows, despite the fact they were soul deep and nothing could fix that. It's not as if she didn't drink before, it's just now she could buy drinks and not sneak them. She pulled her large puffy jacket close around her fragile body.

She threw open the door to the tavern and as her hair fell around her shoulders, she released her death grip on the jacket. It was black. The same color as her hair, so that you couldn't tell when the fur on the hood began and her hair ended. It all framed her face perfectly. Her pants were a white-washed blue color that were tucked into knee-high black boots. Not leather but suede with the same fur that adorned her coat. She ran her fingers through her hair, melting stray snowflakes with the warmth of her hand. She stalked sensually towards the bar, nothing but an emotionless smirk on her face. It was her signature, that and her ever present dimples. She never revealed her emotions to anyone but her friends. And she didn't have many of those. There was no point.

She pulled her body onto one of the stools and crossed her arms on the cool countertop of the bar. She looked at the bartender and quickly ordered. A mixed drink sounded alright for tonight. She didn't need to get smashed, "How 'bout a rum and coke?" She cocked her head to the side and watched as the Bartender made her drink. She nodded her thanks and sipped the drink. Mmmm. Alcohol. Just what she needed. Placing the drink back on the counter she closed her eyes, fingers rubbing her temples softly. She was feeling the beginnings of a headache, but it wasn't from the drink.

It was linked to the voices inside of her head. As well as a dull throbbing in the back of her neck, reminded her that she needed to use her powers soon. Her 'gift' wasn't one that she could use all the time, nor one that could be useful. She animated the dead as well as spoke to spirits. Only crazy people needed to do that.

[Ciel Jean Donatien]

Jesus.

It was so cold outside, and though by now he figured he should have been adjusted to such freezing conditions (it was Alaska, after all) things never went as planned. He had spent too much time in his apartment by the fire, reading books, studying for college, playing with his dog that served not only as a pet but as his closest friend. Yes, maybe he was a little too attached to the poor thing, but he felt that the dog was the only being that really gave him any attention, any form of love. And right now, as the tiny animal trotted behind him, jumping into his footsteps because he didn't have the strength to trudge through the snow by himself, it was obvious they were inseparable.

Turning to cast a glance at the small canine, he smiled to himself like a proud parent and wrapped his dark blue coat tighter around his cold body, stopping abruptly to look around at the different places that made up his environment. On top of every surface was a layer of snow, and he personally found it beautiful, despite the fact he would have preferred there was some form of heat around him, but either way it was still pretty. A small, quick yap made his head jerk around to confront the noise, but his eyes rested upon the innocent face of Miep. The dog was as cold as him, even though Ciel had bought him a small coat so that it could be prevented. Bending down, he took his companion into his gloved hands, holding him like a baby as he looked around for a better place to go.

Immediately, the Tavern caught his attention, and for a few seconds he stared at the glowing light that came from within. Oh yes, this would certainly help. The teenager felt drawn to the illumination like a moth would be drawn to a candle, and so he clutched his dog tighter in his grasp and walked into the bar. The second he was hit with warmth was the second he gave himself a contented sigh to be in a place where so many people dwelled at the same time. However, the fact he walked in with a dog dressed in a coat invited a few not so secret giggles from the people around him, but Ciel tried his best to ignore the looks and audible comments as he gazed around the room. But his cheeks were red, not from the coldness anymore but from embarrassment.

His eyes lit up as they caught sight of his father, and it was as clear as the sun is bright when his expression changed ever so slightly. As though sensing his happiness along with a burst of excitement, Miep began wagging his tail and struggled to get free, something that was done as soon as the dog began to wiggle and scratch in his arms. Walking over to the older man, his excitement dwindled away with each step, remembering how bad he was in these sorts of social situations. Upon arriving at the table of his father, Ciel looked at him without saying a word, finding himself at loss for speech. His brown eyes looked his parent up and down before he licked his dry lips and opened his mouth to speak. "Hello..."

[JC Bytes.]

I promise you kid… you don’t want to fight me.

After brushing off his clothing, Monsieur Bytes slid a hand through his hair, and side-stepped into the small amount of light that illuminated fractions of the alley way. Front doors were for chumps, besides the VIP had to enter from the side, or else they’d get mobbed by screwy fan girls, or taken into custody for ‘suspicious’ behavior. He peered downward, and furrowed a brow as he continued at speculating the clothing that clad loosely onto his body. A scowl escaped the figure’s chest as he stepped over the two bodies that lay before him. Neither were completely lost. At this moment in time, a vile liquid was floating down their bloodstreams, slowly disabling each and everyone one of their systems. It’s all end once it reached the heart. The two had a good two hours at best. Why couldn’t people listen? This male wasn’t a liar, for lying went without purpose. So for what reason would he lie to a few creations about ‘challenging’ him? Really now, if anything, he wasn’t truly in the mood for his usual sadism today. How could we tell? Well, he hadn’t lingered for a moment in order to watch his opponents twitch in pain upon the pavement, for one. And two, he was actually going to leave them alive.

In the door, he made a beeline for the bar, and shrugged his coat off immediately upon finding a worthwhile seat between Lucian and some chick on his left. Jacolby peered up from his coat as he slid into his seat, prepared to flag the bartender down. Surprisingly, by the time that the male had gotten himself situation, his ‘usual’ was already before him and he’d yet to utter a word. “Now that’s what I call service,” using his tactfully molded mug, JC saluted the elderly man who’d made his way down his bar, and then brought the beverage to his lips. Cool, and tasteful, easily pleasing to his senses. And what else was pleasing to his senses? The scent of the female beside him.

Now he was in quite the predicament. Was tonight really an appropriate night for female company? After all, it was supposed to be an eventful evening; they were to begin work on the plans and send the first under way. It was about time that they started on this whole operation, for a while JC had started to doubt Ole Lucy. As if he were a mind reader, the elder male and leader of the ‘Resistance’ called for Jacolby to meet him at the Tavern, and that he did, despite the way he felt about other’s controlling him.

Bytes twisted in his seat, away from the female to his right and toward Lucian who was on his left. He parted his lips to speak but was quickly cut off by the yipping of a small dog. Averting his eye, JC caught a glimpse of Ciel and shuddered. It wasn’t the boy himself that had caused for Jacolby to shake with disgust. Oh no, it was the small pup he enjoyed carrying around everywhere, and also the fact that he was well… there. “You didn’t tell me that you were bringing your kid along.” The twenty-two year old turned his eyes back onto the wall behind the bar. He took another swig of the liquid that was concealed within his mug, before shaking his head, ultimately disappointed.

[Lucian Stone.]

It was remarkable, the difference in being treated that is, once the people around you know that you are terribly old. And sometimes it remained quite awkward even then; looking at him, Lucian looked like the epitome of what a young, handsome twenty-something year old should be. His disguise through immortality was fool-proof. And he looked like a regular buddy of the group, not one's father and the other's commander by a long shot. But of course, it couldn't be helped that sometimes Lucian's attitude would be extremely young one moment, and older the next. He kept a good balance of frivolity and wisdom in order to keep everyone guessing.

Lucian was contentedly checking out the young woman who just walked in from his corner; sipping his drink dubiously. Divine creatures, humans were. In all his long life he had never encountered two the same. Each unique - but some more beautiful than others. There was an intriguing mystery about her. Something faintly haunting in her emotionless grin and eyes; Lucian's curiousity was drawn to her, and wondered what sort of power she possessed.

Taking a moment to artfully scratch his long black wing from over his shoulder, Lucian looked up to see a familiar face walk clumisily in with his damn dog. Lucian could've killed him. What kind of son was this who went around with a little dog - and then bought it coats and dresses and things? Well, a pet was alright, but Lucian was hoping for something more along the lines of a doberman, or a german shephard - not a chihuahua by any stretch of the immagination. Irritated, Lucian flicked his black wing out of his hand and back to it's place on his back, giving his son a steely look with his irredescant blue eyes.

"What the fuck, kid," Lucian greeted his "son", but his tone was not of blatant anger; but about as breezy as a casual greeting like "what's up", only everytime Lucian asked, he ended up saying "what the fuck" in response, so mind as well cut to the chase. It was possibly one of the most odd father-son relationships on the face of the planet; but Lucian wasn't exactly the very understanding sort. His icy blue stare leveled with the exictable dog in Ciel's hands, staring at it blankly. The animal didn't even serve a purpose - it couldn't hunt, guard, or anything really. But this concerned Lucian, who figured that Ciel must not have been getting enough company if he had to resort to a little dog.

But before he could press the matter further, JC waltzed in - which was good timing, for the both of them. Choking himself with a gulp of his drink, Lucian nodded a faint hello as his "partner in crime" took a seat next to him. He watched a moment as JC got his drink and made eyes toward the pretty girl; which made Lucian slightly jealous - as he was infamously the jealous type - but not enough to loose his cool. Parting the long drink from his lips, Lucian found his reply to JC's snarky comment.

"I didn't tell myself that either. But if he wants to tag along, I suppose there's no harm in it. Besides, I need a suitable replacement just in case you do anything... stupid," Lucian sneered artfully, noting that whenever JC was slightly late for one of their meetings he was either screwing or killing - or both. Sure, taking JC on as his second was a risk - they guy was completely screwed up in the head - but it was a risk he'd have to take. People seemed to like those kinds of stories of triumph and "finding where you belong". Besides, it was hard to find those who killed so willingly. Lucian took another sip of his drink.

[Theresa Zivick]

Theresa Zivick caught a flash of movement out of the corner of her eye. /Was that...a wing?/ She turned her head ever so slightly so that she had a much wider range of vision. /Holy shit!/ She smiled like she couldn't help it and turned back to her drink. What the hell is with Black Briar and all of it's sexy men. The thought alone brought a slight blush to her cheeks and thank the Lord that the tavern was dimly lit. She hated when she blushed, it ruined her image. She took another swig of her drink and tapped her fingers impatiently on the counter. When she was finished she would leave. It's not like she had anyone to wait around for. She never did. No friends to calm her down or anything. Only Odysseus, and he was way too hyper to bring into the tavern.

The thought of her pup brought emotions swimming to her eyes, but nothing spilled out. Not a single sigh, sound, or tear. Her brother had always longed for a puppy, a Newfoundland, to call his own. He never was able to have one, so Tessy bought one in his memory. Just what he wanted. A overly-large, slobbery puppy. She named him Odyssess, Odie for short. He was a sweet puppy but he was monstrous and seemed to think he was a lap dog.

Hearing a small yap brought her to her senses. She finally turned around on her stool so that she looked out over the crowd. Ugh. A Chihuahua. They were not dogs. They were rats with big ears and furry tails. She was glad that she couldn't fit Odie in a coat or something, because the girl in her may have bought him one. Seeing the small yappy dog made her giggle. It was so funny looking, and what made the picture even moe hilarious was that a handsome young man was carrying it. He looked as if he needed a companion, but a much larger one. One that's barks were lower toned than the sound of a dog whistle.

She watched the three men converse out of her peripheral vision. Did they say kid? That can't be true. The one with the small dog could not be the 'angel-looking' ones son. Impossible. Theresa's mind was working so quickly that smoke was coming from her ears. It was natural for her, butting into other people's business. She couldn't help it. Her business was just too boring. She needed some excitement, and eavesdropping might be the only way that she would get it. Drama and gossip. Two things she didn't make or do, but from time to time she liked to particpate in them. Or end them. That was always fun.

outofchelsea;; i didnt know what to do. -grins-

[Ciel Jean Donatien]

Ciel felt his dog move in his arms as his father greeted him with a not so kind sort of reply, but at least it didn't sound angry. Pissing off Lucian was never something he found any pleasure in doing, and it certainly didn't help with their already screwed up relationship. Honestly, being a lovechild, living with your mother for most of your life and then watching her flip out on your ass after discovering you had a pair of wings on your back, finally moving away to Alaska which was somehow still a part of the United States, and then, to end it all, finding your real, biological father that you share blood with only to discover he really doesn't give a fuck about you. Or maybe he did and Ciel didn't know, but 'daddy' has yet to show some real, genuine love. And he never knew if he was just being used for something. His dad wasn't unapproachable, quite the contrary, but he wasn't exactly the nicest person on Earth.

"I don't know." he said earnestly, his facial expression turning into that of worry. It wasn't an actual question, was it? He spoke as though it were a simple, casual greeting, but then the nineteen year old and had to go ahead and give an answer as though Lucian were honestly making an inquiry as to what was wrong with him. Well, there were a number of things that implied there was a screw loose in his brain somewhere. One, his best friend is a yappy dog. Two, he has wings and powers (not particularly abnormal here in Black Briar, but still not something you're supposed to see everyday). Three, he kisses up to everyone on the Planet, even his lap dog. And a million other things that would just make too much of a list to go through. There honestly wasn't alot of things that made him 'fit in' with everyone around him in, oh say, New York or New Jersey.

Ciel turned to glance at Theresa, catching her giggle when she laid eyes on the dog. He stared at her curiously, as though something about her was different from the way all the other girls portrayed themselves. Of course, no two humans were the same, but he had to admit that back where he grew up, almost every girl his age looked like an exact copy. They all had light skin, blue eyes, and dirty blonde hair, not to mention they al spoke the same way (excessive use of the word 'like') wore the same clothes and all got the same grades. He found it frightening, and he never thought he could possibly grow fond of a girl like that; not in a million years. And if Lucian was 120+ years old, he must've met tons of girls like that.

As Lucian turned to stare at Miep, the chihuahua's tongue lolled out of it's mouth and his tail wagged as he refrained himself from barking, instead making up for it with loud whimpers directed solely at the 'leader' of the group. And when JC walked in and sat down in his seat, the dog obviously couldn't stand it any longer. Ciel opened his arms and dropped the small animal, almost carelessly, watching as it landed on it's feet and ran over to JC, his paws scratching his legs so he could be picked up. Ciel watched in fear, casting quick glances to the two men as though he didn't know what to do, but that wasn't true. Oh no, he just wanted to see how Jacolby would react (he's completely ignoring the fact neither of the two men really like Miep and that could probably harm his companion on some way). Shifting his feet in place, for he still hadn't taken a seat, Ciel watched as Miep tried to climb onto the twenty two year old's leg.

ooc; Pie.

[JC Bytes.]

Stupid? Hah, yeah...right. Honestly, if anything Jacolby thought his actions through much to much to perform anything along the lines of what dear ole Lucian would think of as stupid. Stupid! Hah, he scoffed at the word whilst shaking his head and casting his piercing blue gaze onto the surface before him. Yes, it may not have seemed as if he ever truly though things though because of his semi-hasty reactions towards others that posed as an annoyance to him, but he did. Actually, the fact that he did some things that Blackbriar didn't quite seemed fit had to sponsor the leader's choice of words as well. No matter, they'd all see who was on the top in the end, and wouldn't be Sir Lucian Stone or the power strung 'Triage'.

"Do you honestly believe that this kid would be a suitable replacement for me?" Another scoff escaped the 'crazy man's' lips as he shot the young boy a look, and then turned his eyes back onto his father. He didn't mind speaking of the child as if he wasn't there, and also didn't truly mind talk of replacing him, for he did understand that one day this whole 'living' thing would be over for him. What got JC was the fact that Lucy wanted to fill his place with someone...lesser. Not even as close to as powerful as he was and well... Ciel carried around a damned dog with him every where because he got lonely! For crying out loud, what kind of second hand man would he be? A pansy, end of story. "You don't have to answer that." After scrutinizing the nineteen year old for another moment, a disgusted expression crossed his features and he turned his head away for another drink. Not that he believed alcohol or shall he say, liquor, would take everything away, clear his head or cause for the dog to disappear, but he was parched. Besides, people who needed mistakes were weak, for they weren't able to handle the curve balls that life threw at them.

He closed his eyes for a moment, willing for the pup with Ciel's arms to hush or die. Either would work for him, truly it didn't matter. As long as the pet shut up...as long as it made it's self invisible.

What a way to do about doing it. Colby peered down at the thing now scratching on his leg, and then toward it's owner. He stared at the boy for a moment, giving him a possible chance to move himself and the dog into a safe distance, far,far away from him. Unfortunately, for the pup and not JC, C wasn't able to move quick enough. Hell, the male doubted that Ciel had even tried to move at all. If so, then he was technically asking for this, and this fact should have left him with no remorse what so ever. The only problem was the fact that he never felt remorse to begin with. It's not like there was an backspace key on life for him to be able to go back and fix his problems, so why dwell on something that he couldn't fix? Majority of the time his 'wrong' weren't even necessarily mistakes in the first place. On Jacolby's keyboard, there was only a delete function and he used it quite frequently.

Without further hesitation, JC swung his leg at the small animal, sending it flying across the room. As it flew through the air, he stretched a hand out and grabbed at the poor things neck, quickly bringing it back into him. He cast a sly look Ciel's way before tightening his grip and then flexing his fingers, prepared to use one of his other abilities.

ooc;; Was going to actually kill the dog, but you had to go and I can't kill without permission. >.<' {sigh}

[Lucian Stone.]

The fact that Lucian could never actually trust JC, was a hindrance in itself. Power drives the power hungry, and there always seemed to be someone looking to be more powerful than you. They were partners in a shared cause; worked together well. But Lucian was always watchful - to a paranoid sense - whenever JC was in the same building, but not within sight. However, Lucian was under the distinct impression that JC was just a waiting game - waiting for Lucian to do the work and then take over at an advantageous point in the "Revolution" of sorts. Lucian had to be smarter in order to come out on top, otherwise his death was practically announced.

However, Lucian got the feeling they were being watched... That female was far too close to talk about such matters so... openly. Lucian would have to choose his words cautiously - or he was just paranoid. To think in a hundred and twenty years you still had things to fear! But once you start running from death, something takes over you to keep running. The mystery of the unknown gets more and more dangerous and with age not a dragging factor - who wouldn't choose life? Religion - Lucian had read about. But the more he saw, the less he believed; which was also a very frightening thought. Certainly, if there was an afterlife, he was condemned to hell by now. And, from what he had heard, hell was the worst possible place - so remaining on earth was his only decision.

"Sadly, JC, immortality is not your forte. You're disillusioned because you've gotten by so far. Then one day, while you're feeling particularily big, you'll piss off a mutant who's actually stronger than you are. You know... like me," Lucian meandered through his words slowly; thoughtfully; before pausing to take a sip of his drink with little relish, "Besides. He's cuter than you are - and we'll have a larger demographic of teenage boys. Unless you want to turn bisexual, JC, then I would admit you were utterly irreplaceable," Lucian snorted, taking another sip.

Lucian looked down to the dog that had jumped from Ciel's arms and began to pester JC. Lucian practically counted the seconds. Four... three... two... one... and the poor thing shot off with a yelp. Lucian's crystal blue eyes followed it, not bothering to even turn in his seat. JC was about ready to strangle the thing, when images of Ciel bawling his eyes out came to mind, and then a huge fight, and then ultimately the death of one of them; and unfortunately it would probably be Ciel. And then that would be a huge bloody mess. Lucian set down his drink with an irritated sigh.

"JC, you're a sick fuck. Don't do that now; you'll get me in such a mood. Besides, I like this bar and Ciel will destroy it to get a shot at you. Give it back... alive," Lucian spoke, as if he was calmly instructing a dog. He could only imagine the looks they were getting now - so much for keeping a low profile. If there was one thing worse than a dead human - it was a dead dog. Lucian didn't know why people cared more about the dog stuck on a roof in Katrina rather than the hundreds of people. But they just did. Because people were an idiot breed.

[Theresa Zivick]

Yelp! Miss Zivick squealed, out loud mind you, though it wasn't too loud. It's not like it rang out through the whole tavern, but it was just loud enough so that the three guys would have heard it. She pulled her gaze away so that she wouldn't meet their eyes when they looked at her funny. She knew it would happen. It always did. Nobody minded their business around here. /Poor rat./ She grabbed the glass from behind her and sipped the rest down. She fumbled with the glass between her hands, placing with the ridges in the glass. The cup seemed unusually interesting at that point in time.

She shook her head, her thoughts going right back to the chihuahua. No dog deserved to be thrown around like a dirty rag. She knew that if someone touched Odie in that way either he would eat them, or Tessy would kick them in the teeth. She hated when people manhandled dogs, they don't know what they're doing. They think it's normal. (Oh my lord?!?) Tessy had a soft spot for animals? For some reason that seems improbable. She came across as the type of person who thinks anything with more the two legs, fur, feathers or scales are worthless. Hell, she even looks like the type of person who thinks human beings are worthless. Theresa knows that the world would be a horrible place without animals, but humans? Ahh, she could live without 'em. They do nothing but kill the earth as well as each other.

She refused another drink as the Bartender walked back and forth behind the counter, serving the rest of the customers. She watched his movements and was reminded of her useless pacing. It was a habit and if Odysseus didn't always interupt her then she may have ground a line in the carpet down to nothing. She swallowed hard and crossed her arms over each other on the slick countertop. The cool surface brought goosebumps to her arms but she ignored them.

[Ciel Jean Donatien]

As Lucian spoke about him, in a manner as though he wasn't even there, Ciel's brown eyes grew wide and he gave his father an incredulous look. It wasn't so much because of what he said, more so of how he said it. Of course, he was implying something; it was rather obvious once you ran the words over in your head a few times, yes, but it didn't matter so as long as you caught the direction the man was heading in with the statement. His gaze fell back down to the floor, towards his brown shoes. Hmm, speaking of shoes, perhaps he could do with a new pair of such a thing, even though people probably couldn't tell the difference; basically all of his shoes were brown, and if he got himself another pair of brown shoes, how would anyone tell the difference? Ech.

His head snapped up when he heard Miep screech from the blow JC delivered with his foot. His eyes turned to follow the small figure that flew across the room like a bird, only to be picked up once more by the outstretched arm that belonged to the poor pup's assailent. All the while he stood frozen, and if he was anything, it was most certainly confused, perhaps oblivious among anything else at the moment. Of course, one might say, what's there to be confused about, right? Well, this was the moment in which everything was happening. It seemed that in just one second Miep went from being safe within his grasp to being strangled by JC's life threatening grip. And in about two seconds, and not a moment too late, perhaps, was when Ciel realized exactly was what happening to his dear little puppy. And his hands could only wrap tighter around the small mammal's throat, and time could only keeping passing by until Miep needed one thing and one thing only; oxygen, air. He needed to breath.

How the winged teenager wanted to yell, he wanted to scream at the top of his lungs for JC to stop, but the words were stuck in his throat, and the boy found he honestly couldn't bring himself to do it. And why? It would be disloyal, it would be questioning his superior, and that just didn't settle well with what he had taught himself to follow. Ciel was supposed to suck up whatever was thrown in his direction, and it didn't matter what got hurled his ways; insults, compliments, death threats. They were simply a part of life for him, and he was nothing more than the person sitting in the corner. He wouldn't breath without your permission, and if you told him to take a piss on your shoe, he'd ask you how much. However, there was nothing in the unwritten laws that said you couldn't attack someone if they were hurting a being that was close to you, whether by blood or an emotional bond, the rules never mentioned anything of the such.

So of course he wasn't supposed to think anything of the fact he was now sinking his teeth into JC's hand, the one that Miep in a chokehold. What was the point of this? Well, it wouldn't make any sense that Ciel was biting Colby, but his teeth weren't any sharper than normal. Nor did it make any more sense if he was biting him and didn't even have the strength to snap his wrist in half. But these actions did hold some form of logic behind it, because of the poison Ciel could produce, which was in the form of his saliva. And right now, as he salivated profusely and JC released his grip, he made a grab for his dog and backed away, staring fearfully at the man who had nearly killed his only friend.

ooc; Sorry the ending sucks. And you said I could say he let go, riight? If not, just ignore the fact I said JC let go and Ciel grabbed Miep

[JC Bytes.]

"Like...you?" Jacolby studied Lucian's face trying to figure out whether the male was kidding or not. Either way, JC released a hearty laugh, and shook his head as if he couldn't believe that they were having this conversation, and in truth, he really couldn't. What made Lucy believe that he was oh-so powerful? The winged fool could only prolong his own death, dance along with the shadows of others and manipulate smoke. At one point, this last ability had posed a threat to Colby's health, but he'd immediately dropped his smoking habit for it posed as a weakness in his dealings with Mr. Stone. Still chuckling, Bytes turned his head away in order to cough whilst the small pup continued to wiggle around in his grasps

He returned his view back onto his companions in time to catch Ciel's head make a beeline for his damned hand. Fortunately for Ciel, the twenty-tow year old was completely caught of guard, and wasn't even able to come up with a suitable reaction, let alone preform one. He was shocked. No, appalled. With his leader's son's teeth sunk into his grips, JC grew wide eyed and let a vicious snarl escape his throat. A wave of ataxia surfaced through his arm as the rest of his body began to sear. And for moments. Jacolby could do nothing but stare at the child.

In any other situation, he would have been remotely proud that the boy had finally done something worthwhile, that he had tried to rescue his dog instead of just staring as another strangled it to death. an action such as this wasn't regular for the dishonorable Ciel Jean Donatien. And maybe, just maybe, Mr. Bytes would have brought his hands together in applause if his arm wasn't currently paralyzed, and if it hadn't been him that had been attacked.

He continued to stare down at the freak who'd taken the liberty to sink his jaw into his arm. After a moment, the fire reignited within Jacolby's eye and he jolted out of his seat once Ciel had finally released his aciculate hold on his palm. the bar stool titled and crashed to it's death beside JC's legs as he reached out his unmarked manus for Ciel's throat. With a tight hold, Bytes thrusted the boy to the closest wall whilst his other arm hung limp at his side; with every passing moment his grip tightened.

"You are going to die a slow and painful death." Prepared to use his own poison on the nineteen year old, Colby stared hard into the face of his prey, still trying to figure out what had possessed him to take his own life. There was no way in hell that the fucking dog could have been that important. So what was his hidden motive?

[Lucian Stone.]

Well, shit. This wasn't going to turn out good. Lucian watched through his irritated blue eyes as Ciel decided to defend his dog by biting JC on the hand - which surprised Lucian, to say the least. Lucian didn't know that Ciel had the balls to do that - but it certainly reminded him of why he liked the kid in the first place. There was something there to be brought out - he was just young, and didn't have enough fire under his ass like JC. There was hope yet; unless JC killed him right there on the spot - which he was about 99% likely to do, especially after such an onslaught. JC killed people for looking at him just as easily.

Good Lord, they were making such a scene. Like two annoying little kids who couldn't shut up in the back seat of the car, but still pestered one another anyway. Lucian rolled his eyes as he watched JC twist his arm around Ciel's throat - and everyone knew perfectly well what came next. But JC always seemed to be so risky in Lucian's mind. His anger was nearly unmanagable - and some things just needed a little more help than therapy could provide. So, Lucian decided to mediate the situation - for both their sakes, while being pretty damn pissed at the same time for ruining his quiet evening.

In a flash all the lights in the tavern dimmed to a complete blackness; the shadows encircling and suffocating the eyes. Lucian shattered his glass on the edge of the bar; fluttered forward on his great wings; and jammed the jagged edge of the glass as far up into JC's side as possible - standing behind him close enough that they touched. Wary of the potential danger of his position, Lucian hoped that the pain was enough to distract JC for a moment while he could get a word in as the lights slowly came back up to a dull glow.

"I have had enough of this, JC. Put Ciel down and ask him to heal you," Lucian commanded in his large voice, hoping that JC wouldn't do something idiotic - this kid needed a fucking spanking or something (XD), "Do it or I'll gut you like a fish - and don't think that I won't. See this here? This is you being fucking stupid. Fuck! This happens every time you two even see each other! If you're gonna kill each other - please don't do it on my time."

[Ciel Jean Donatien]

Indeed, they were making quite a little scene. If there were ten people in the bar, then nine of them were watching. In other words; only few had bothered to leave, the rest were obviously craving some sort of fight, because to them, it's best when people resort to violence. Especially when they're thinking it's the best answer to their problems. And perhaps it would make someone sound like the next Gandhi to think that animosity solved nothing, but give it some real, genuine thought, and they were right. Of course, no one was willing to admit such a thing, because it was best to go with the flow rather than stay in the dust (and have no one mind your opinion).

"Get the fuck away fr-!" the rest of the statement was cut short when his body was thrust against a wall, and an arm was immediatly wrapped around his throat the second his back felt something solid. He was still holding the paralyzed dog in his arms, but when he was hit, Ciel let Miep fall to the ground with a light 'thump', and the small animal vanished from his panicking mind as he thought about his life. You are going to die a slow and painful death. No shit, Sherlock. He had basically figured out God didn't want him on this Earth when he realized he was a love child, had wings growing out of his back, and one wrong move could make his mother piss a cinderblock. And if that wasn't too much of a tip-off, the fact he was now lacking a sufficient amount of oxygen would totally set things straight.

But, no need to fear, for daddy was here. And despite the fact Ciel himself was indeed in much pain, he couldn't help but feel a jolt when Lucian stuck a shard of glass in JC's side, almost as though it were worse than what he had to go through. Oh, and let's not forget the threats. It was so obvious and simple; get rid of one threat by making more threats, of course! The logic was right there in big, HUGE letters! Violence is the key to violence, but Lucian was just trying to keep the peace while distracting everybody else in the bar so they would have no real clue as to what was going on. His father was so smart.

Ciel tried to back away from JC's ever tightening grip, and the only logical thing to do seemed to kick Colby. However, the brain didn't have oxygen, and when the brain didn't have oxygen, the brain couldn't think straight, if at all. In truth, Ciel was trying to think up a plan to get his ass out of this mess, but everytime he started thinking about his death, the poor boy freaked out and went braindead for a few seconds before making another attempt to help himself out of this situation. And it's not that he didn't believe Lucian couldn't settle this, but more so he didn't believe that JC would give into his demands.

Oh yeah, he was totally screwed if his father didn't get his way.

[Theresa Zivick]

As the lights flickered and finally ceased being all together, Theresa stood from her seat. There was no point in panicking so she didn't. All she did was step towards where the fighting was happening, but she was stopped by a small yelp. "Damn." Through the darkness she could make out a small figure. It was the dog. She reached down and grabbed the dog softly, cradling it like a baby. It was definitely hurt. "Shit." She backed away from the fighting, shaking her head and muttering. "Men," She sounded disgusted in the least, "They're such pigs."

Her eyes strained to see in the darkness and she could imagine what her eyes looked lik. Large black holes with the slighest bit of honey brown surrounding them. She decided that she would hold onto the dog until they were finished with their little tiff. Little? Hah, I think not. They were at each other's throats and most likely wouldn't stop very soon. She stroked the tiny defenseless dog behind it's large ears which were, mind you, way too large for it's tiny head. She could feel it's life force and thank God it wasn't getting any smaller. The poor little rat thing waas not only paralyzed, but it was scared shitless.

The faint smell of blood awakened her brain and her power began squirming beneath her skin, as if it was a living thing all in itself. She closed her eyes and shook her head, her black hair falling into her face. /No. Not right now please./ A soft grunt tore from her throat as her power roared over the ground. It was like a soft mist and from underneath her the move seemed to move like liquid. She took a few cautious steps back until the ground flowed in one spot.

A bony hand ripped through the ground, like something emerging from water. It grasped onto the only thing it could find, the leg of an empty barstool. Struggling, it pulled itself out of the ground slowly, inch by inch. Because of the fact that it wasn't Tessy's blood that went into the corpse it would be full. Like it wouldn't regain muscle mass or skin. Pretty much, it was just a manky old skeleton. It stumbled to its' feet, holding skeletal arms out to balance itself. Finally it was fully animated. It stood in front of Tessy, swaying and creaking eerily. It looked at her with those deep dark eye holes. The ones that held memories, although no one could see them or even access them.

Miss Zivick laughed nervously, "This can't be happening. Fuck!" She grasped the dog under one arm so that it would fall as she rubbed the back of her neck with the other hand. She had goosebumps on her neck because she knew that she didn't have full control of her powers. She always lost it like this. All the time. Anywhere blood was shed. This was just perfect. What the hell was she going to do about it? Should she send the skeleton into the fight? No. That would be wrong. Either it would kill one of the men, or one of the men would kill it. That wouldn't be good.