[Kiril]

Kiril Ignatius Lokinos

Situated in a cozy part of Nirim City, The Dragon’s Brew was the source of nightlife. The tiny room buzzed with conversations and it was most likely filled beyond its maximum capacity. With the exception of the bar in the far corner, the room was dimly lit. Perfect for an informal date. Every so often, the door would swing open, admitting chilly Others and breezes of cold, fresh air. Judging by the red noses and chattering teeth of new visitors, one could tell that it was pretty cold outside. Not that Kiril would know. All he had to do to get to this place was envision it from his warm mansion in Zanarya and ‘kazoom!’ There he was.

One rarely found dragons in an Elysian bar. Dragons were a stuffy, proper lot anyway and would never stoop down to unsophisticated activities such as boozing. But every society had its oddballs, and Nirim’s was in this pub. Kiril sensed and smelled dragon everywhere. It was also in fact, beside him in the form of an attractive brunette female of the aurumus sept. She was perhaps centuries older than him, yet she looked about the same age as him. How odd.

She was a total stranger to him, but after their eyes meet over the scene of two drunks fighting, the two of them had settled in a cozy part of the room. The drunks were history. The woman was babbling at a remarkable speed, leaving no time for Kiril to say anything. Not that he would. The dragon was talking about drama within her family and whatnot, and all Kiril had to do was nod and occasionally say “Yeah, that sucks for you.” Meet a complete stranger, act like you give a damn, and you’re suddenly the object of that person’s affections.

To prove that point, the woman in question was now sitting on his lap.

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[Chenoan]

(((OOC: Just a note, this thread happens directly after this thread. Only important f you've read Chenoan's more recent RPs, which happen AFTER this thread.)))

Chenoan ran into the bar, thankful to get in from the cold. He still wasn't exactly sure how he'd gotten into Nirim... Though he was reasonably sure it was due to his own powers. He didn't have much control over them at times like these, when his emotions were so off balance that a stiff wind could send him flying off on torrent of tears. Either way, at the moment he was so focused on not allowing Dora to locate him he was blocking her out of his mind entirely. What he'd seen... had been, in a word, horrific.

Even just the idea of Dora in another man's arms... broke Chenoan's heart. Seeing it in real life however, and not only that but the object of his affections initiating it, destroyed the man. He wasn't thinking clearly when he'd been flying in the Elysian Underground. Wasn't watching when he ended up near-missing a teleporting dragon that subconsciously initiated his own teleporting ability. He'd ended up in Nirim, crashing to the ground from mid air while losing his form and had continued to move from then until now, eyes on the ground to avoid knowing stares from the empaths and telepaths, condescending ones from the warriors and compassionate ones from the healers. He didn't want to deal with the questions of why, right now he wished he didn't even know. Right now... he wished he'd never left home the night his father had tried to kill him. It would've saved him so much heartache.

Shaking off the trail of thoughts along with the small amount of snow that had piled on top of his form even as he was running. Not entirely clear on the fact that this was, in fact, a bar, Chenoan looked around, bewildered for a moment by the fact that he was likely the shortest man in the room. Still fighting off tears, and hiding his mind as best he could from Dora, Xanth, and the other aides, Chenoan pushed his way through the group into the farthest, darkest corner of the room and sat in the seat nearest to it before he began to breakdown crying.

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[Kiril]

Kiril Ignatius Lokinos

"So then I said, 'censored it, ma! If you think I shouldn’t be clubbing and drinking every night, then you should throw out everything that's under your bed! Yeah! I know you drink booze too!’"

Having a half-drunken woman babble beside you is acceptable. However, when the woman has her arms wrapped around your shoulders and is babbling into your ear, you had better do something before your eardrums burst. Kiril listened to her with minimal attention as he moved his hand up and down the dragon’s bare midriff.

"I mean, seriously. She’s such a hypocrite! She’s always telling me to--"

In a smooth motion, Kiril grasped the woman’s chin and claimed her lips to his own. She tasted of booze and cherries, and once she realized what was happening, she hugged him closer and deepened the kiss.

When she seemed to have calmed down, he leaned back to see her shocked expression. "Feeling better?" he smirked. She nodded coyly and trailed her fingers up his chest. Grabbing a fistful of black fabric, she pulled him toward her, initiating the second kiss.

Precisely when Kiril began sliding his hand up the woman’s shirt, a cry erupted from a table nearby. The person wasn’t outright bawling, but his sniffles and sobs were still distinguishable. Kiril’s companion didn’t notice, but he did. With annoyance, he broke the kiss to turn and take a look at the unfortunate censored.

Oh.

"censored. People break down all the time. Should I make him fall asleep?" the dragon frowned.

"No, you wouldn’t want to do that," Kiril smirked.

"Then…let’s continue what we were doing…" she leaned forward, but he absentmindedly looked away and removed his hand from her bra strap.

"I think I recognize that guy."

Realizing that the heat of passion was (temporarily) over, she also leaned away to get a better look. "Really? That guy?" Pressing herself against Kiril to look at the Other, she half-drunkenly called out, "Hey! Do I know you? What’s wrong with you?"

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[Chenoan]

Chenoan slumped in his chair, wishing that death would meet him early in this moment. He had nothing to live for now. He'd signed his life away to Xanth for a woman who no longer loved him back, and now he couldn't take it back. He was stuck now. alive forever; broken heart and all. Tears were beginning to stream across his still mostly numbed face, burning as their heat cross the chilled epidermis. This was too much for him to bear.

Attempting to ignore all else in the building, Chenoan hid himself from Nymphadora, wanting so badly to hate her right now but in the end finding himself unable to. No matter what happened Chenoan would always love the woman, despite what he wanted to do. Crying more in his mind than he was on the outside, Chenoan wished he could disappear into his own little world. Sadly it seemed only Xanth was able to do that. Cursing mentally Chenoan sank further into his chair - and his depression.

Sadly - or maybe thankfully - a piercingly drunken voice perforated his mind. "Hey! Do I know you? What’s wrong with you?" Chenoan's eyes darted up to the girls face for a moment. "No." He said, turning away again. No one knew him anymore... He was too far gone.

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[Kiril]

Kiril Ignatius Lokinos

Despite the pitifully somber situation next to him, Kiril’s mood was still the same. Feeling the press of the woman’s chest against him, Kiril grinned and placed his hand against the arch of her back, pressing her closer against him as she questioned Chenoan. The dragon giggled. "“Hey now, he says he doesn’t know you. No wait. Me. But I swear I’ve seen him somewhere too!”"

Blame the aidehood, thought Kiril, who had turned away from bird-boy. The shifter was disgracing himself, crying in the presence of so many people. It was as if he didn’t have a better place to hide.

Hugging Kiril, the dragon rested her head on his shoulder and mumbled, "He’s really sad." Of course he was. Anybody could see that. "Heartbreak. Betrayal. Despair. The emotions are very concentrated," was the whisper.

Hn. Well, if she took interest in a shifter she didn’t know, then Kiril would too. Heartbreak, eh?

"Mind going to the front and asking for three mugs of beer?" he asked as he winked as his female companion. The look he gave her said ‘Let’s get this guy drunk.’

Her look said, ‘I like the way you think.’ She grinned slyly and slid off of his legs. She disappeared into the crowd.

Chenoan was seriously a mess. It took only a tap to the birdboy’s mind to realize that everything within screamed Nymphadora and heartbreak. Nevertheless, Kiril felt that he should at least feign ignorance. Within moments, Kiril was in the chair across from Chenoan. "So. What’s wrong with you?"

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[Chenoan]

Chenoan was trying his best to hide himself from the world, but without the advantages of a stable mind and the ability to disappear completely, he remained helplessly exposed in the bar, where each touch at his emotions or thoughts set off a million alerts and alarms inside his head. The busy bodies, couldn't they leave a man alone to tear in peace? Sobbing silently, Chenoan fought the tears and sobs that were beginning to rack and shake his body. If he was even mildly stable, he'd have gone somewhere more private, but right now all he cared for was hiding from Nymphadora and Xanth - so that's what he was focusing as much as he could on doing.

Feeling another poke at his mind, a more familiar one this time though, Chenoan looked up to see Kiril sitting there, oblivious as ever. "What's it matter to you?" The former aide spat at his previous co-worker. The man had never cared for anything or anyone but himself, so why was he here now? Couldn't he leave Chenoan in peace? Did he get some sick enjoyment out of torturing others emotionally?

Turning in his seat so that his back was to the demon, Chenoan wrapped his arms around himself as he continued to stream tears down his face in the darkness of the bar. Why did Dora have to betray him like that? Why did she kiss another man? Why did she always leave the moment Chenoan was around? All those questions and more cycled through Chenoan's head, each one seemingly answered by the same response that Chenoan refused to accept. Nymphadora didn't love him anymore. Sobbing greatly at the thought, Chenoan moved his head down towards his torso as sparse amounts of feathers began to sprout from his body.

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[Kiril]

Kiril Ignatius Lokinos

Kiril wasn’t a busybody. In fact, he only meddled with other people’s businesses if he had to. And while he didn’t have to meddle with Chenoan’s business, (Chenoan’s wellbeing was far from from Kiril’s list of things-to-be-concerned-about), he did. He was bored of talking to dragons and anyway, the poor bloke had ruined Kiril’s session with that hot dragon chick. Damn.

"What’s it matter to you?" A very rude thing for Chenoan to say. He wasn’t torturing Chenoan’s emotions at all. According to Chenoan’s thoughts, Dora was. At any rate, the shifter was losing control. He was broadcasting his emotions to every and was in between the stages of bird and human. A nasty vision indeed. Perhaps it was fortunate for Kiril that he could only see the shifter's back. Xanth knows what could be going on with Chenoan's face.

"Whew! Hey Kiril, how’s the kid do-ing…Eurgh…"

Turning toward the beauty that was approaching, Kiril smirked and accepted the two mugs of beer. "Not bad, I think his mood is improving." Winking at the woman when she motioned that she’d return later, Kiril slid a mug of beer toward Chenoan’s side of the table.

"Here, try some of this."

For the record, Kiril didn’t get some sick enjoyment out of torturing others emotionally. Rather, he took pleasure in seeing somebody else’s misfortune. But every game must have its end...

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[Chenoan]

Chenoan sulked in the corner, a cocktail of anger and sadness fully over taking him. "How.... why?" Those were the only questions wondering through his head. Over and over again he wondered how and why this had happened Why did Dora do this to him? He'd thought she loved him...

Startled from his thoughts by the knowledge that Kiril was still next to him, and suddenly shoving a large drink in front of Chenoan, the therian just stared at the liquid inside the glass for a while. Watching it splash and slosh back and forth as it attempted to settle after being jostled around like it had been. Not quite sure whether or not to drink, Chenoan placed his hand on the cup for a moment... before pushing it away across the table. "I'd rather not." Chenoan said coldly, the usual spark to his voice all but gone as he slumped farther into the table.

Tears still trickling down Chenoan's face, the man knew sooner or later he'd run out of tears to cry, run out of time to mourn, but that didn't stop him from sulking and brooding right now. Casting a harsh glare over to Kiril who was still sitting there next to Chenoan, the former Sentinel decided that if Kiril wanted to be nosy, Chenoan would tell him exactly why he was so upset. Flashing the single memory from Nymphadora and Vicious's kiss into Kiril's head, Chenoan withdrew the rest of his mind further inside his barrier - just in case the demon decided to be a snoop and dig where he shouldn't.

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[Kiril]

Kiril Ignatius Lokinos

For a moment, it almost seemed as if the kid was going to drink the brew---the best that the pub had to offer. But the moment was lost and the kid stubbornly returned into the moody-box. "Hey now---" The whole time, Kiril had been poking and prying at the brain-barrier that was Chenoan’s. For the shapeshifter to suddenly reveal the memory…well, it was very clear. All of the heat, passion, and lust of that kiss was clearly portrayed. It almost made Kiril jealous. Almost...that hot aurumus dragon is something better.

The first thought that registered in the demon’s mind was Who is that other dude? He doesn’t seem Elysian. Of course, that was far from the best response, given the situation that Chenoan was in. So Kiril opted for the third response, second to the one which was ‘Wow. That was a long, steamy make-out-session.’ Huh. Funny that emotional Nymphadora, who had clung to Kiril during their first encounter, was now causing Chenoan to be emotional.

"Well, then. It’s obvious that you wish to remove yourself from those two, but shutting yourself here won’t make things any better." Xanthorra, Kiril was becoming a sap. "You needn’t drink if you’d rather not…it’d be a waste of good beer." The jug in question rattled on the table for a second, then slid, screeching, against the table. As it flew into Kiril’s palm, the demon tilted the mug toward Chenoan, as if he expected the shapeshifter to change resolve.

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[Chenoan]

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Chenoan looked away as Kiril spoke. How exactly did the demon presume to know what Chenoan desired when Chenoan himself didn't even know? Glaring at the table, Chenoan caught sight of the glass moving freely and was thrown off for a moment as he was unaware of all of Kiril's abilities. Sighing slightly as it landed in Chenoan's hand he looked at it and paused for a moment.

What was the point of alcohol anyways? Chenoan had never tried it himself, but from hearing other people speak, he assumed that getting drunk caused one to forget-among many other negative side effects. But... wasn't that what Chenoan was trying to do? Forget what had happened? Forget Nymphadora. Forget that man, whoever he was. Forget the feelings of pain and betrayal. Eying the glass warily, Chenoan felt his stomach flip slightly as he reached his hand out quickly and grabbed it.

Holding it in front of him, Chenoan stared at the still sloshing liquid for a moment. Did he really want to do this? Weren't there reasons he'd never had alcohol before? They all seemed so trivial now though. Loss of control, loss of memory, Chenoan longed for both. Maybe if he lost control, Xanth would have to smite him down and alleviate Chenoan's self-inflicted misery. Taking a single, apprehensive breath, Chenoan looked to Kiril for a moment and then brought the glass to his lips; chugging one single, very large gulp and spilling some out the edges of the glass, down his face, and onto his shirt.

Setting the glass back onto the table, Chenoan breathed for a moment and looked to Kiril again. "Is.... it supposed to taste like that?" Chenoan asked, his obvious inexperience showing greatly as he slumped into his seat, face still stained with tears.