Vodka love with some Whiskey

[Murazar Dauthi]

Murazar was relaxing or the equivalent thereof in a corner with a bottle of whiskey and vodka. Two of the most common choices of alcohol in the establishment. Or all of Drachma. Right now he was enjoying his drink. After all, he learned one thing after he found out his employer and friend was dead along with her lover and another friend. His lesson was simple. Decide to be fine till the end of the week. Make yourself smile because you're alive and that's your job. Then do it again the next week. It’s being professional. Do it right, with a smile, or don't do it at all.

Murazar was smiling, his best fake smile that seemed more real than his actual smiles. He swirled his drink around in his hand and downed it from his nice crystal glass. He poured another mix of his two choices and stirred it. He leaned back and folded his legs, he was now in RIOTE the only organization that he didn’t expect to be in. Ever, really, it was the organization that killed his employer and friends.

Professionalism. He smiled and sipped his mixed drink. He hadn’t met anyone in the organization yet, but that mattered little to him. He was just relaxing before he had to enter as the mad hatter of the new story. He remained his paranoid self and had a pistol in his coat, ready to scare off any party breakers. As if his automail hands a powerful alchemy wouldn’t discourage any fighting. He didn’t want to break the bar or burn it down. His hands were covered up with gloves anyway. His nice suit that he wore kept him warm and was nice looking as well.

[Nyx]

As a teal-haired child entered a Drachman pub, she caught a few glances, some lingering on her wings, some on the quiver and shortbow at her hips. But above all the questions in their minds, one struck them all as the strangest. What was a small recently fifteen-year old girl doing at a bar, of all places? In fact, why did they even let her come in, unescorted? Well, it wasn't as if she'd order any alcohol, but still. Why?

Well, quite simply, because she was herself. And quite a reputation she had; if you weren't born yesterday, it was highly likely that you'd know of Aurel, even if you weren't Drachman, or a supporter of RIOTE. And most knew not only of him, but of his alleged daughter, his protegee, his elite guard, his best sniper, the feared Death Angel of RIOTE: Nyx. As is understandable, this level of fame, and in some cases, infamy, lent itself well to her freedom to do whatever she so desired, for the most part. And she just happened to wish to visit the bar in question that day.

She stepped up to the bartender, and gave him a friendly smile. "A glass of orange juice and mm... Two wursts." Moments later, he'd poured a glass of orange juice, as requested, and said her food would be out shortly- that meaning to say, wurst wasn't on the menu, and they had to figure something out. Not that Nyx minded, so long as she got the food with her juice; she really did miss Amestris sometimes, if only for the cuisine.

Sipping her juice, she glanced around for a place to sit. As her eye caught a corner table, though, they perked up slightly, curious violet eyes glancing in a man's direction. He looked familiar.... New titlebearer, perhaps? She'd heard there was a new Chronos, and seen his picture. Could be him. Regardless, she strode over, giving a slight wave as she continued to sip her juice. "Hello~ You must me Chronos, right? Or would you like it better if I called you some other name?"

[Murazar Dauthi]

He glanced up from his drink briefly, upon scanning the room for anyone new to the bar he noticed one person. A child with teal hair entering, fifteen? Seriously? He shook his head ruefully and sipped his drink as he figured out who it was. Another RIOTE member, one as up high as himself. If not more in terms of trust, which was something he cared little for from these people. He was just a force of nature to be let loose upon armies and fortresses. He was Time personified in this group, with his perspective on the eternal it wasn’t surprising to him. Just interesting that Time instead of Destruction was what he was to labeled now. As destruction was what most knew him for.

Nyx, here, now. Hmpf. He raised his glass silently to her as it was obvious she was here for him. At least this time, after all they had yet to meet in person. It was a respectful raise, a simple one. He cared little for reputations and information anymore, after all he felt his end around every corner and had yet to meet it.

He raised his eyebrow slightly in mock interest as she ordered wursts. Something not native to this lands menus. He had little use for food other than something to maintain his subsistence and being. He was thinner these days, no less fit. Just less filling in his clothes. He refilled his glass from the bottle and sipped again as she finally noticed him. He caught eyes with her briefly. Violet eyes, unusual. Then again these days he’d seen more than his fair share of unusual.

He watched from the corner of his eyes as she strode over, he sipped his drink as if careful to savor every sip before setting it down and looking in her eyes as if looking into her own soul and being. He smiled as she asked her questions, he motioned for her to sit. ” Make yourself comfortable, I am as you say Chronos.” He paused thoughtfully thinking of some distant thing before coming back to the present. ” I guess thats what i’m going to be called for some time before I receive yet another title and lose this one. A pleasure to meet you,Nyx.” His voice calm and smooth, yet it had edges of one who was frequently lost in dreams and thoughts of the past and some of the future. Someone who wasn’t always in the present.

He kept an eye on the background, the ambient whitewash. The people and noise to ensure privacy, as anyone nearing to either of them would be fools or brave. Probably both in this case, considering their power and ranking.

(OOC: Sorry for taking so long.)

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