Thread: Death and All His Children (Church and Shyone)

The day had stretched on and on, like so many seemed to do these days. In a way it made time feel irrelevant almost as though the hands on the watch didn't matter. The entire nature of pub seemed to lend that kind of atmosphere to Charles that he really needed... it was one that the world seemed to disappear into. Like always he arrived when the place opened in morning, and found the exact same rounded booth that was in the back since moving into town. The man had been doing it for so long that his shadow until the very moment of closing became another feature of the pubs darkened scenery. So much so in fact that no one else ever seemed to sit in his booth... it had simply become Charles spot ever since the day the place had opened whenever he visited London. It was something the owners actually seemed to somewhat encourage given the flavor that he added to the place just by his eccentric appearance and odd nature of conversation. In fact he played not only the role of a regular, and somewhat of an ornament, but also helped to play his own role in keeping out those who made trouble. It was always said that Charles had his ways of sobering people up and having them out the door very fast. This was why his unlikely companion, who currently sat cross-legged on the table, examining the patrons of the pub, was overlooked. It was that of a young girl, whose relation to Charles was actually one of the bigger myths about the place. No one knew the answer to that question, and he certainly was not telling. In fact tonight things to seem to be running their usual course as he stared out over the various patrons of the pub. Sipping softly from a strangle ornate tea cup he examined each and every patron through the lock black locks of hair that almost completely covered his face from view. The only part of his face that was visible was his left eye. The large black eye was quite unusual in that there was no white area, but instead this was colored over black like the rest of his large eye giving his eye quite a large appearance. On his frame hung a red suit that was covered in dust, and wrinkled, along with a pair of black dress pants to match. Out of his sleeves popped white ruffles which made the whole ensemble look like it belonged in a costume party, than at the back of a pub. Around his neck hung from a simple black piece of twine was a jade amulet that showed multiple tentacles coming out of a mass, which had no form just a tentacle filled mass. On the table next to him sat a black top hat, which itself seemed to be in a bit of a rough state, and strangely enough was peppered with a few holes here and there. His lithe fingers on the hand that held the tea cup were really the only part of him that showed off his pale skin, as sipped at the drink with care of a noble. Sitting on the table with her legs crossed was one of the things about Charles that most people were never sure about. It was a little girl, with long white hair, and eyes black as the night. She had this gaze that never seemed to blink as she stared at people curiously. The snowy hair, was tucked back over her ears. The girls ghostly pale skin seemed to contrast against the black dress she wore, that was covered with the designs of white flowers and crescent moons all strangely shaped like eyes above smiling mouths. Quietly the girl seemed to sip on her own smaller glass of tea that had been handed to her by Charles and really did not say that much. It was as though the pair communicated without really needing to say anything to each other. For once though she decided to open her mouth to speak, though the reason was that there seemed to be disruption in normal flow of things about the pub. At least in the sense that one could see such a thing, such as when an object was miss, a door was left open, or even simply a change in atmosphere it was the atmosphere of this place that the pair knew very well and seeing someone new invade it, was always an instant draw of attention. Charles watched carefully as the dragon entered the pub, though it took him a few moments to pick out the attributes about the large male that give him away as being the one whom they were supposed to meet. As he spoke to the girl sitting next to him softly, Well it ssseems our little friend has finally decided to come and join usss. This ssshould make for quite an interesssting coversssation. His snake like accent, and monotone voice seemed to extend out his ss whenever he spoke to friend. The girl herself just seemed to look towards Charles as though in some kind of bored acknowledgement before turning back to look in the direction of this newcomer. As they came over in the direction of his table, the male didn't even move as he laid a hand on the girls shoulder, Now Raef my dear, could you pleassse run along and go play sssome were elssse while me and our new friend here talk busssniess. His words were followed, by an amused chuckled, but slowly the child turned to regard the dragon, with a dead soulless look, which at the same time seemed to pierce all the way to his soul. Alright Charlie boy, but when the big mean dragon makes you eat things you didn't expect... don't say I didn't warn you. With those words the odd child simply slid from the table, and confidently walked out the back down like someone many times her age. Charles himself laughed at the little display before during his attention back to the dragon, who at the moment was drinking. Oh my friend there are many waysss that one sssuch as yourssself can be of ssservice. As to what thossse needs are I believe that we both of have an idea of that. Considering that you are an information gatherer of your skill, I am sure that I could make use of some of the information that you have gathered? Maybe even hire you to gather more... Looking around the pub at that moment he looked back at the dragon, I am sssure you can underssstand the danger in thisss proposssal, and frankly I feel that even here isss a bit to open. I have information myssself that I can exchange, if you are interesssted... come and met in room 200. I already have it ressserved. Follow ten mintuesss after me, and here isss sssome money if you want more. With those words Charles stood up and walked using his cane, though not in manner which showed he needed it's support, around to the stairs... and up to the room.