2013: The Altered (IC)

[Mistress]

(Any questions or new characters need to be posted to the OOC thread first please, thank you. Thread: http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=733713)

Liesl Hawthorne




Liesl glared at the neon open sign of the Bean There Coffee n’ Dine, she was cranky this morning though she wasn’t sure why. Sighing she shook her head, she was always a little cranky but there was just something different today and she didn’t like the vibe she was picking up. She wasn’t a psychic but intuition was letting her know today was going to be different. She pulled her car around to the back and grabbed her purse then proceeded to cross the back parking lot to the back door. Using her keys she entered and headed straight for the employee lounge where she tossed her purse onto the faded old love seat just inside the door.

The full length mirror on the wall caught her attention and she stopped to look at her reflection, she had light circles under her eyes. Frowning she patted back her hair, making sure her pony tail was perfect then placing a smile on her face she bounced her way to the front of the diner. As she came up behind the counter she grabbed a clean apron from underneath and tied it around her waist, then began her morning routine of making sure whoever had closed the night before had everything filled up and ready to go. She nodded to Barney, the cook as he winked at her through the kitchen window. Barney didn’t talk much either so it was a friendship made in heaven for her. Cat would probably be in later, Liesl knew her boss had to work late last night so she didn’t expect her in so early.

The Bean always opened up at 6 AM on the dot and the clock was ticking to 6 o’2, no one had entered yet for their morning coffee. Though an empty opening wasn’t unusual there was just something still pulling at Liesl’s mind. She had been at the Bean for 8 months and not once had she ever had a feeling of foreboding as she did that morning. Writing it off as lack of caffeine she poured herself a cup of freshly brewed coffee and added some French vanilla creamer. Leaning against the counter she took slow sips as the large wall clock behind her slowly ticked away time.

6 o’7 Am a familiar face came walking through the door, the man gestured at Liesl, he always ordered the same thing every morning. “Hey Barney, fry two and let the sun shine!” Barney nodded that he understood she wanted two fried eggs, yellow side up and unbroken. Liesl then poured the man his coffee as others began to entered the Diner. It wasn’t long before the Diner was filling up and Liesl was running about trying to keep everyone happy. She soon forgot her unexpected caution vibe…..

 

[Jades]

Cat

She laid in bed staring up at the ceiling wondering why the Hell she was up so early. She lifted her head up and glared at the alarm clock for the fifth time. The red lighted numbers told her it was 6:20 a.m. She slammed her head back down on the pillows. It was entirely too early.

Last night had been a rough close. A few of the customers didn't want to leave and she had tried to be nice (for the tips of course) and let them sit there a little while longer. The new girl had botched a few orders and she doubted she would last the week out. She had felt sorry for the kid and hired her on. Now she was regretting it. The girl could trip over air.

Slamming her arms down, she gave up on trying to go back to sleep and rolled out of bed and strolled to the bathroom. (Cat didn't walk, she strolled gracefully like a jungle cat) Standing in front of the sink, she gazed at herself in the mirror. Even after these last few months, she couldn't get over the fact that she no longer had graying hair, or wrinkles near her eyes and mouth. The face that stared back was the one of her youth, and Lord knows that was a while ago.

She sighed and then grabbed a towel out of the closet and turned the water on for a shower.

"Might as well get this day started." She grumbled to herself.

 

[Mantra]

Kyle Taggart

Kyle doubled over, spitting his breath out along with flecks of blood. After an anguished groan, he fell to his knees in front of the other man. ‘Man’ being a figurative word, the sonofabitch had tusks for chrissakes.

“Fuckin’ Humies.” He growled through his distorted jaw. “Seattle ain’t for you Norms no more. You’re in a bad way now, ain’tcha.”

“Yeah,” Kyle grumbled after an experimental cough. “Look I told you; I don’t care about you, I don’t care about Seattle, just the girl. “

There was a brief moment where Goat-Face looked back at the Polaroid photo he held in his other hand. There was the picture of a young girl, perhaps in her mid-teens, wearing some tan colored T-shirt and a chrome-looking butterfly necklace. Brown hair, cheery face, sitting behind the wheel of some unidentified car and smiling as if the whole world wasn’t on the edge of falling into the shitter.

“I was following a lead,” Kyle said, only glancing up at Goat-Face, sitting on his knees and holding his still aching stomach with one arm. “a lead that the girl was were…with you.”

“Yeah that one..” Goat-Face said with a smile, made all the more gruesome with his distorted jaw. Goat-Face flicked the photo away carelessly, instead drawing out a chrome butterfly from one pocket of his denim jacket. “She was a sweet one that, but I wouldn’t worry much about her, she’s got no problems anymore.”

“So that’s it then.” Kyle said, more to himself that anything.

“Yeah, and that’s it for you too, Norm.”

Goat-Face curled his hand into a fist again, but Kyle withdrew his arm from around his stomach, revealing a dull matte 9mm pistol. Without hesitation, Kyle pulled the trigger back, firing at the nearest thing he could see; Goat’s kneecap. The report of the pistol filled the room and Goat-Face snarled as a red blossom sprouted from his pantleg. So close, the pistol should have done much more damage, but then again, you never knew with Alts. They were just…weird. Still the damaged knee would not be shrugged off and Goat-Face tumbled over, kicking out more from shock, desperation and anger than anything else, but a shoe heel still smashed Kyle in the face, splitting his lip and causing him to tumble backwards as well. Kyle blinked away stars as Goat-Face howled, tearing at the carpeting to bring himself around and towards Kyle. Kyle fortunately managed to keep his wits, and his weapon, firmly in hand. At least the Army had taught him that well. Kyle fired another shot towards the source of the howling, which drew only angry snarls. An iron hand slapped down on Kyle’s foot and at that moment, the flickering lights and stars behind Kyle’s eyes evaporated. Directing the business end of his 9 mil, Kyle fired another shot directly into Goat-Face’s face. One rage-filled eye shattered and the snarls instantly ceased. The hand went slack, allowing Kyle to draw it back. Goat-Face still twitched and with cold finality, Kyle fired twice more at point blank range…You just never knew with Alts….

He stooped only to retrieve the butterfly, still held in Goat’s fist and the girl's photo. Goat-Face had been right about one thing, Seattle was no place for Norms anymore….it was time to go, and damn fast.

 

[Ravenloft]

Victor Broalyn drew the strap of his overstuffed duffel bag up over his head and let it drop to the pavement. He'd been to the local library, unstaffed and essentially abandoned due to the global catastropy. Apparently most everyone was more concerned with just surviving these days. Vic was happy to see that he was one of the first, if not only ones interested in getting his hands on the do it yourself and how to books he'd stuffed the remaining space in his bag with.

One in particular was of great personal importance to him. But it could wait, he had to get back to neutral ground before anyone came across him out on the street. Stretching his back, Vic let out a deep breath and hoisted his duffel bag back over his head for the walk back to the Bean There cafe.

Along the way, he came across the corpse of an altered 'man', what was left of its snarling mask of a face was barely distinguishable between the three bullets it had taken to the head. Vic had to swallow back the urge to vomit as he looked away and muttered to himself. "Bring out yer dead..."

It didn't take long from there to make it back to the Bean There. He entered and the electronic chime announced his arival. He waved to Leisl, as she called out his usual morning order. As she came over to pour him a cup of coffee, Vic teasingly whistled "The Hills Are Alive" while giving her a winning smile.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Chris DaFoe

Chris wasn't much of a morning person, sure he could get up early and be full of smiles, but it didn't mean that he liked it to get up early. But this morning something woke him up, he doesn't know what, but the feeling urges him out of the single bed. Stretching out he went into the small bathroom and brushed his teeth, looking into the mirror he ran his hand over his chin, maybe he should shave? Yes he definitely should. Using the water to wet his week old beard and lathering it up with the last of his shaving cream, he picks up the old cut-throat razor, tested the edge with his thumb and smiled

"As sharp as the day you were made"

Carefully applying the razor to his beard he starts to shave off the beard as hums a soft tune of a song long since forgotten yet the tune remained in his head. When he is done he washes his face, dries off and heads out of the small apartment. Closing and locking the door behind him, he walked out of the building and stopped on the sidewalk, glancing up at the sky he scoffed, turned to his left and walked down the street, looking a place that is open this early and that sold coffee.

Chris wasn't familiar with his surroundings, he arrived yesterday, rented the small apartment and today marks the first day he could start hunting for a job. He hoped that there was some sort of clubs left operating and that needed a bouncer, he was starting to run low on what cash he had left and a man or should he say Alt still needed money to get around in this world.

 

[Iroshort]

Jasen's hand hit the door sliding it open he ducked out of instinct to make it under the door. The coffee shop smelled of ground beans and other herbal spices. He stumbled into a set near the corner the duffel bag hitting the floor beside him as it slipped from hi bare arm. As he slumped in the chair exhausted from his night time travels finally at a town his sunglasses slipped from his face landing in his lap. As he slept in the corner his letter mans jacket was his only identification reading Roberts in gold letters in contrast to the purple body of the coat. A slight bulge at the waist of his jeans clearly showed a concealed 45mm pistol, and his bag clearly showed the outline of a hunting rifle hidden within.

Jasen Slowly lifted his head he wasn't sure how much time had passed a few moments more? Blinking a few times Jasen rose from his chair and approached the counter.

"Excuse me miss... can I get a coffee or a tea?" he mumbled slightly as he spoke.

Jasen reached back to his wallet pulling it out he sighed he had less the 50 dollars left and was in dire need of a job soon or he would be broke soon. Pulling out 3 bucks he rested his hand on the counter waiting for the coffee.

 

[Mistress]

Liesl Hawthorne

Narrowing her eyes, Liesl lifted the Coffee pot with her right hand, steadied the cup she was pouring the coffee into with her left hand and then out of no where formed a third arm and smacked Victor in the back of the head, “You and your damn Sound of Music jokes.” She raised her eyebrows as Victor laughed out loud and glided back to the counter where another very young man was waiting.

She looked him over, he was a bit rough around the edges, didn’t look as if he was adjusting to the new world all that great. Ignoring the three dollars she smiled, “One cup of Joe coming up.”

She set out a cup and poured the coffee slowly, all the while keeping him in her peripheral vision. She could clearly see the weapons he carried and just before turning to put the coffee back on the warmer she tilted her head to the sign on the wall. The No Fighting Zone sign was originally a joke between Cat and Liesl since Liesl always had a hard time getting along with the other waitresses. However over the last few months it had come to mean more now that so many different groups were forming and rebelling against the government. The Bean was neutral ground, they made sure the word was passed around and most of the time people did obey the sign. There were a few occasions where some wanted to rough up the Diner and then Barney would let them know exactly how Altered he was, he was not just a cook by a long shot.

She set the coffee pot back on the burner and surveyed the crowd, Victor was always a welcomed face and there were others who came regularly. She was also starting to notice some she had never seen before, all as worn looking as the guy at the counter. It melted some of her crankiness to see that people had it worse, she was lucky to have her job, and she was lucky to be able to live decently. She was thankful to Cat for taking her in and giving her a job…Cat wanted people to be who they were, the best that they could be. Not everyone realized that there were people out there who didn’t give a damn if they were Altered or not. They were misguided into believing that they were defected…mutants when it reality, the Altered were now the “Norm”.

 

[Jades]

Cat

The shower had done little to make Cat's mood any better. Her dreams were vivid and horrifying...well if you hadn't seen some of the things she had. She had this unsettling feeling that something wasn't quite right. So she got dressed, put a little bit of makeup on and headed next door to the Bean.

That was one of the perks of owning both buildings. The one she lived in was an apartment building she had bought years ago after purchasing the Bean. It was comprised of four floors. One apartment per floor. She used the first floor as offices. The second floor was her home, and the third and fourth floors were empty and sometimes used for extra storage.

She sauntered over to the Bean, throwing the door open and making a careful sweep with her eyes, paying attention to each person who was in there and giving them a once over. She smiled at a few and nodded at Liesl. Then made her way to the back to talk to Barney.

 

[The_Locator]

Langdon Caul

If he was still in touch with his buddies from the force they’d probably laugh at the fact that he was driving around in a rusted old pick up in some khaki shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. A matching bucket hat and flip flops finished the look, he looked like a tourist. A tourist on vacation in one of the roughest spots as close to the ocean as he could get. It was the best place to get work, under water salvaging paid good and he needed the money. Langdon rubbed his eyes, he had been busy the night before rummaging around the reef for anything of interest. He didn’t get much sleep and came home empty handed, which pissed him off but he wasn’t going to let it bother him all day. All he needed was to get something to eat, maybe some coffee and then head out to the piers hoping to get a job.

His ribs itched, wincing he gently rubbed his hand over the itching spot, not wanting to do any damage. He looked up just as the light turned red and slammed on his brakes. The truck screeched like a cat that had been stepped on before slowing to a stop. As he waited for the light to changed he noticed a diner sign up ahead; The Bean There Coffee n’ Dine. Now that was a interesting conversation piece, with a grunt as his ribs began to itch again he pushed on the gas as the light changed back to green. The parking lot wasn’t very large but seemed full enough, mumbling out loud he said, “They must serve some damn good coffee.”

He pulled into a spot around the back which is where the employees probably parked. There was a young girl at the back door, cigarette hanging from her lips as he nodded. She was wearing a waitress apron, had frizzy blonde hair pulled into a bun on top of her head. She eyed him curiously but he didn’t speak to her he just continued on around to the front doors. An electronic chime pierced his ears, more sensitive then a normal human’s. Some customers glanced his way but most continued to eat whatever was on their plates. He assumed it was around lunch time, he didn’t really pay attention to the time anymore. He looked once to the right at the booths then to his left at the counter, debating on where he wanted to sit. Deciding the counter was more convenient and less distracting he made his way over to one of the empty seats.

A pleasant looking dark haired woman was spouting off orders to an unseen person behind the kitchen window. When she glanced over at him he smiled as he watched an eyebrow raise, she obviously knew good taste when she saw it. Smoothing down his Hawaiian shirt he reached for the menu stuck in between a set of salt and pepper shakers and mustard and ketchup bottles. He gazed at the menu, stealing glances at the woman with the long dark pony tail out of the corner of his eye. She finally found a moment to sway over to him and smile, “What can I get you?”

He smiled a crooked smile, “What would you suggest?”

 

[DeathsKnight]

Chris DaFoe

Chris noticed a sign that read: Bean There Coffee n’ Dine. He couldn't suppress the chuckle and decided while he's looking for some place to be, why not have a cup of Jo and maybe something to eat. As he entered the first thing he noticed was a board that said: No fighting zone. Good a neutral place, just what he needed, the electronic chime almost made him jump, the he noticing an empty table he walked over and eased into the chair and ran his hand over his jaw, the smooth skin remembering him to get hold of some sort of shaving cream as he had finished the last he had earlier. He noticed a man that looked like a lost tourist, a quite scruffy looking man and a man busy eating breakfast with a huge duffelbag next to him.

Chris watched the waitress come up to the tourist and take his order, Chris smiled as he remembered when he was a kid, places like this always fascinated him. How everything was kept neat and clean but not so clean that you felt that you have walked into a hospital, he took the menu from the ketchup and mustard stand and browsed through the list. The food was cheap and the coffee almost for free, he choose what he wanted and set the menu aside, waiting patiently for the waitress to finish her orders.

 

[Iroshort]

Jasen smiled at the generous free cup of coffee sliding it aside he noticed her glance at the no fighting sign. lifting his shirt and gripping the handle of his pistol bringing it out and setting it on the counter softly his fingers never once on the trigger. With a smile he jerked his head towards the no fighting sign and slid the gun to her across the counter to her.

"I'm not here to cause trouble you can hold onto it till i leave if it will ease the atmosphere in here...." He said towering over her at a staggering 6'7. "I also have my hunting rifle in my bag ill give it to you as well if you would like..."

Jasen smiled again picking up his coffee sniffing the air he sighed. He had forgotten the smell of fresh coffee and a well cooked meal and this place made him feel so at home. As he turned to face the rest of the little shop still leaning on the counter he frowned wondering just how many people would have been here before the outbreak. Tears welled up in his eyes thinking of his younger brother and mother and father who the virus had been too much for.

"This is a wonderful thing you have going here... truly a beckon of hope for rebuilding...." Whipping his eyes he turned back to the woman. "So would you happen to know if there currently looking for extra staffing in any way?"

 

[Ravenloft]

As many times as Liesl had tricked him with her altered ability it still caught him off guard, though he couldn't help but laugh even while it stung his cheek. Something about her, he just liked giving her a hard time, unlike Cat, her boss. Something about Cat commanded respect dispite her youthful looks.

Vic looked up and smiled at her in spite of his reddened cheek as she came in, lifting his cup of Joe in greeting to her.

Looking around, Vic saw that the place was getting rather packed, so he decided it was a good time to start offering his services. He took another sip of his coffee before slipping out of the booth he was sitting in and faced the main body of the room. "Listen up folks, I'm an Altered. Nothing dangerous mind you... My talents are more... Medicinal. I can increase or decrease hormonal output in the human body. Now, if anyone has anything they'd like worked on, I'm willing to help, but I do charge. Not much, at most five bucks a pop. If you're not sure about me, ask the staff, they've seen what I can do." Vic gave Liesl a grin and a wink before returning to his seat.

He opened his duffel bag and took out a medical text book he'd grabbed from the abbandoned library. He already knew about several human hormones but he still had plenty to learn, but he wasn't about to let that out. The book was mostly to back up what he knew and put leary folk at ease about what he could do.

 

[Mistress]

Liesl Hawthorne (Sorry so rushed)

Liesl looked the guy over and slid the gun back to him, “You can keep it, but just be warned that if you did happen to cause trouble…the cook is Altered and his ability is not one you should mess with. As far as a job, my boss just came in, wait around a bit and then talk to her. Cat might be able to use you on the night shift.” Liesl glanced at Sherry, the blonde waitress with the frizziest hair she had ever seen, “We have a high turn over rate.”

Liesl walked over to a new arrival, a man in a Hawaiian shirt that screamed tourist, however why would someone be touring here? It was definitely a cover, he had to be Altered some how, no one in their right mind would want to hang out here. This town was becoming one of the worse along the shore line, and it was filling up with the Altered. “What can I get you?”

He smiled a boyish crooked smile and asked, “What would you suggest?’

Liesl pointed to section on the menu, “Burger and fries?” The man nodded, “dressed?”

He nodded again so Liesl called over her shoulder, “Barney I need a Hockey puck, LTO and paint it orange babe.” Smiling she then made her way over to the clean shaven man in the booth and waited for him to place his order. As she was waiting she watched as Victor stood up and made his usual announcement to help others, she wondered if anyone would take him up on the offer today?

 

[DeathsKnight]

Chris DaFoe

The waitress aproached him and he gave her his best smile

"Seems like quite a nice place, I would like bacon, scrambled eggs, two cheesegrillers, a cheeseburger, Orange juice and to start it off the biggest cup or mug of coffee that you are allowed to serve"

Chris watched her take in his order and then looked over at the Duffel bag man, wondering how it would be to have an ability like that, but as for now he was happy holding onto the super strength he had. He looked out of the window and watched the people and Alts move around outside, life really took a tumble, but they just started it all over again, building it up from the top to the bottom. He dicided to wait for the waitress' return to ask if she knew anybody that would need the services of a former bouncer

 

[redfiresong]

Angel

She had yet to sleep, and here it was, 4 hours after the end of her last set. She had to admit that she was still wired up. The band had been great and her voice had never been better. She smiled as she looked, once again, at the purse filled with cash beside her. Singing her way into money had been so easy since "the change" had happened.

She pulled her Mercedes up to the diner that everyone was talking about. Hell, she wasn't tired anyway so she might as well go in and see what the fuss was about. Her stomach rumbled in agreement and who was she to argue with it?

After checking her reflection in her vanity mirror, she undid her seatbelt and opened the car door. She grabbed the bag of cash and zipped it up securely. You could never be too careful. She walked up to the door, flung it open and walked inside like she owned the place, sitting down at the counter and waiting rather impatiently for the waitress to come and ask her what she wanted.

Coffee would definitely be a good start.

 

[Casualencounter]

Enter The Hanzo

Hanzo woke up after a few hours. He didn't feel the need to sleep much anymore, not since the change. He hardly ever slept more than a few hours a day. He didn't mind, he was always full of energy. Looking at his watch he estimated he'd been jogging for 2hrs. Not recognising this part of the city, he wondered what part of it he had jogged into? It certainly was nicer than the "new Bowery" where he stayed.

He continued jogging taking in the new sights , sounds and smells of this part of the city which was just waking up. He was jogging along when he thought he smelled fresh baked bread. "Naa I must be imagining it" he thought to himself. He continued jogging and when he turned the corner he saw a Diner and the parking lot was full! He thought to himself "I wonder how good the coffee is and did they bake their own bread?".

Hanzo had been longing for some fresh baked bread like his mother's. He was never close to his mother or father or siblings for that matter. It's something he regretted later in his life. He decided to stop for a cup of coffee, at the least he could find out what part of town he had jogged into.

Crossing the street he stood infront of the door giving the place a once over, then reaching out he grabbed the doorknob...then froze. He felt something or he thought he felt something the instant he touched the door. He stepped back and eyed the place carefully again, he was sensative to all forms of energy but this feeling was momentary... different. He knew there were "alt's" present and after a minute or so he put aside his thoughts and entered anyway.

 

[Iroshort]

Jasen crooked a half smile "Im altered as well... but I'm not going to cause problems... in fact i tend to try and stop them..." in the blink of an eye the gun was back in its hidden position in his pants and the coffee was in his hands. He nodded politely as he returned to his seat reaching in his duffel bag he pulled out at stat book from his old high school and sat back reminiscing about the golden days. Sitting back and losing the time in his reminiscences he waited for the manager to be free to talk to him for a minute or two.

Eventually after finishing his coffee he rose and in the blink of an eye was back out the counter again. "How much do i owe you for this coffee another coffee and a chicken wrap?" The light sparkled of his teeth as he smiled again placing the empty cup on the counter. He reached back again determined to pay this time or he could just leave a huge tip on the table as he left.

Ruffleing through his wallet he pulled the 3 dollars back out and a 5 for the extra wrap and coffee. "Please take the money im not a charity case..."

 

[Ravenloft]

Rage... That was the feeling that filled his mind as Father Denning threw himself back from the body of a newly dead Altered, the shot gun slung on his back clattering against the pavement. His shattered face showed heavy signs of outward mutation. It took some time to regain himself as he rocked on his knees praying aloud. Finally he rose to his feet and motioned his hand in a cross over the deceased before turning in the direction the murderer had gone, easily followed by the trail of blood he had left behind.

Once Father Denning reached the end of the trail most of the Rage had left him, and he was once more in control of himself. He would give the muderer one chance to redeem himself, and if he could not... Well... Father Denning's hand tightened, white knuckle, upon the stock of the shot gun slung across his back.

The Bean There, that was the most likeliest of places for the Murderer to be on the block where his trail of blood had ended. So, with a bow of his head and a whispered Prayer for guidance, Father Denning went in.

Standing just inside the door as the chime went off and it closed with a soft woosh of air behind him, Father Denning lifted his head, scanning the faces gathered here with a slow, purposeful gaze. He then went to the counter and sat on the stool closest to the exit from which he could monitor the entire room.

 

[Casualencounter]

Hanzo had entered and looked around orienting himself with the surroundings. It was a clean place, nothing too fancy but then a diner made it's reputation on the coffee and food it served. He walked over to the counter and took a seat.

Scanning the room, he noticed the sign on the wall Neutral terriroty huh? Good he didn't want to be looking over his shoulder everytime someone walked through the door. He sniffed the air, the aroma of fresh coffee was a welcome sign. He looked over to the waitress at the far end of the counter, when she looked his way he said "coffee, black and a menu please". She acknowledged with a slight nod, having ordered his coffee he took out a pack of cigarettes while he waited for the menu.

He herd the chime go off and then the sound of a heavy footsteps approach in his general direction. Turning his head Hanzo saw a man approach the counter then veer away taking a seat close to the exit. He was armed, "this is not good" he thought to himself.

 

[Jades]

Cat

She moved to the newest customer, noticing the look in his eye. It was that of pain and anger. Those two didn't mix well.

She smiled as she stood in front of him, noting his position of being close to the door.

"Howdy and welcome to The Bean. What can I get ya?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Father Denning

Under the wide brimmed black hat and trench coat which extended to mid-calf, Father Denning wore a Clerical tab-collar, all black shirt and pants as well as meticulously polished black leather shoes. If it weren't for the contrast of his overtly pale skin, he would have appeared to be cloaked in shadow.

Father Denning looked slowly up the length of Cat's frame, from her toes to her face, his lip twitching once as he saw how 'normal' she looked. "Pardon me, child, but are you... Normal?" He answered, ignoring her question for the moment.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Chris DaFoe

As Chris waited for his order to arrive he watched as the new arrivals entered. The priest caught his attention, not because of what he was, but what he was carrying, Chris wasn't quite sure, but as far as he knew priests didn't carry shotguns around with them. Shifting in his seat he wondered if the priest would ignore the neutral zone proclamation.

The waitress came back to set the huge cup in front of him and he gave her a thank you smile. Pouring sugar into the coffee, he stirred it and took a sip. Now this is what coffee should taste like, bitter and strong enough to wake you up right away. Taking another sip he surveyed the other customers, his years as bouncer coming into play as he realized that the only one who could be a problem would be the priest. Not actually wanting to see what kind of Alt the cook was, he watched as another woman went over to the priest and calmly started talking to him.

 

[Iroshort]

Jasen approached the boss not wanting to be rude he but he tapped on her shoulder any way. "excuse me miss when you get the time could i have a minute of it?" he turned to the rest of the room his eyes still lingering on the priest but something made him uneasy and his and twitched ever so lightly towards his pistol. Unwillingly frozen staring at the new comer he decided better and returned to his seat but never let him out of his sight.

"If this goes south that cook better be one hell of an altered..." He thought with a light chuckle he returned to his coffee sipping lightly leaning back he noticed most other occupants in the room where eying the priest as well. "At least im not the only one paranoid about him...." though this helped his immediate safety concerns it also made him more worried because every one knew he was dangerous

 

[Jades]

Cat

Cat smiled, all of her life she had never been "normal" and she couldn't help but think how one word's meaning had changed so drastically.

"Depends on your definition of "normal." She laughed a little at her own comment and then explained, "I have never been the classic definition of it, but if you are asking if I am Altered, then yes, I am."

She had no fear that letting this information out would harm her. She didn't care who knew and who didn't...because if they planned on harming her, then they better do a damned good job of it.

The tap on her shoulder caught her off guard and she had to hold back her reflex to punch. "And what is it that you want, Sir?" Her eyebrow arched as she gave him a look that let him know how rude she thought interrupting was.

 

[Ravenloft]

Father Denning

"Ah good, I am glad to hear that the Lords Blessing is upon you... I see you have business to attend to, but I would love to hear more about the Gift our Lord has given you, my Child, when you have the time." Father Denning said, placing a gentle hand upon hers, so as not to startle her. He then shifted his eyes toward the fellow who had interrupted and watched him return to his seat. Looking about, Father Denning notices how on edge everyone seemed to be, so he stood and faced them all and lifted his hands in a sign of peace. "Worry yourselves not, my Children, for we are ALL Brothers and Sisters in the Lord for we have been given the Gifts of his Divine Right and Goodness! Altered by his Grace!"