Monday evening, 7:35 PM. Although mostly hidden, the moon periodically peaks from behind the onslaught of clouds. Chill winds creep across the city, which keeps the temperature fairly low. Temps: 3C/37F lows and 8C/46F highs.
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As the drink flows down her throat, Anna resists the urge to wince. It's sweet and not much to her liking, she's definitely a beer and whiskey kind of girl. After a moment the drink hits her stomach and warmth spreads out as she's setting her glass back down, she shoots a look over to Sebastian but he's busy with his back turned to her. Her tongue numbs over as Kohl says that he isn't fighting, it brings a slight scowl to her face.
"You're always fighting. Everyone, every day. Sorry, but it's like almost every time you go out in public that you want to pick a fight or hurt someone's feelings..." she says, the candor pouring out of her, but she doesn't really think anything of it. Sure, it seems a little odd that a few moments ago she was trying to implement some sort of self-control and make nice with him, but her answer seems reasonable enough to her.
She's not entirely sure if Kohl even paid attention to her. Rude. He instead seems preoccupied by the arrival of a red-haired guy, a few years younger than Anna and Kohl. Her eyes cut from the newcomer to Kohl as the ginger babbles; they clearly know one another. Anna is just about to say hello when Kohl lashes out. However as soon as he does, he gives a small yelp of pain and begins to peer down his shirt as if a cigarette cherry fell down inside it.
"See? This is what I'm talking about. I think you're a pathological Asshat."
She's torn between commenting further, critiquing Sebastian's cocktail to him, and introducing herself to Warren, who she feels deserves an explanation (or more likely an excuse) for his cousin's behavior.
A sinister glee dances in Sebastian's eyes as the candle flame grows fierce and tall. (It's working) The medium smiles smugly. It's just another display of his supernatural prowess. God knows why he wasted his time chasing after Ashleigh and Scotty's warlock hunt? His talents were wasted amongst those lower level wannabes. It's about time Sebastian put his skills to good use - like fulfilling every petty little whim that flows through his brain.
(I knew I could do it.)
Seb begins to clean up the mess he's made, wiping the salt and lemon from the counter into a nearby bin. That is, until a sharp burn overcomes his chest. "Fuck." The curse spits from his lips in unison with Kohl's squeal. And while not looking at the druid, the dark medium's mind immediately joins the two together. (No….) Sebastian's eyes widen with disbelief. (It can't be.) He reaches a hand up under his shirt and comes in contact with the glossy burn. His fingers trace the outline of the runic scar. And Bastian suddenly feels afraid.
(Why does EVERYTHING happen to me? It's unfair.)
Seb turns to face the druids. A redheaded man has joined them, and appears to be on the receiving end of Kohl's scolding words. Bastian frowns. Did he really just curse himself? Or is this scar some kind of one-off price he's had to pay? He must know. (Please let it be a one-off.) Sebastian observes the trio from afar, hoping the consequences of his curse aren't what he fears. He already knows they are. He's grasping at straws. (I've royally fucked up.)
Before his younger cousin is able to respond, Anna jumps back in with a scathing read and drawing his attention back to her. He forgets the burning sensation and scowls at his fellow druid as she laments about his aggressive personality, accusing him of being unnecessarily mean. She just doesn't understand.
"So you'd rather I be insincere?" Kohl asks of her. He shakes his head in dismay. "The world is shit. You should be angry enough to do something about it rather than asking me to coddle you and everyone else."
Kohl turns in his seat, facing the bar with his hand on his glass. He feels heated by the conversation and attempts to reign it in. "Maybe if you pulled your head out of your ass, you'd - FUCK!" Another rune burns into his chest before he's able to say much more.
Spinning around, he glares out at the crowd, wondering who is responsible. When he inspected the first mark, he recognized the rune as among those associated with the druids and is thus on the lookout from someone from the caste that may have a grudge against him - which is a lengthy list. It doesn't cross his mind that the bartender he exchanged words with earlier would be the one behind the mild curse.
“Ok well…” Warren said arching his brow a bit at the sight that unfolding before him. He didn’t need to be an empath to feel the anomosity and tension in the air. Something was going with these guys, and maybe a smarter man would of left things well enough alone. Taking his cousin’s not so subtle hint to ‘butt out’ and just leave ti at that. Sadly...or thankfully, depending on how you view it of course, Warren wasn’t a smart man. At least not in situations like this, and Kohl thought he was just going to walk away from this, from him. He was sorely mistaken.
“Your family…” he said gesturing to his older, somewhat more worn cousin. His light blue eyes locking with Kohl’s for a fraction of a second, as he offered a kindly gaze. “So that kind of makes it my bussiness...and if it doesn’t…” He said seemingly debating with himself, before he simply shrugged his massive shoulders, growing a but more bold in his cousin’s presence. “Then i guess it does now, so deal wiht it.” he added in a matter of fact like tone, as he stepped down and headed, cautiously mind you, towards his cousin. His gaze bounding between the few people there.
“Wait...hold on my explanations can wait...hopefully until we get some ginormous burgers at Fatboys.” he said jokingly, as Kohl’s yelp caght his attention. “What was that about...are you ok.” he said caution ringing in every word he spoke, as he moved in closer to Kohl, lowering his tone to but a whisper, as he shot him a look. “Is everything ok dude...are you...are we in some trouble?” He found himself asking, surprising even himself how oddly ready he seemed to be at offering his service to get Kohl out of whatever jam he seemed to get himself into.
“If that’s all you think about him…” Warren found himself saying, speaking before he even realized he was dooing so. A common trait of his, speaking without thinking, as his vibrant gaze caught sight of the young woman. Offering her a friendly smile, he contineud on. “Then either don’t know him well enough or you are being extremely kind.” he added in a sarcastic tone that was meant to be mroe of a joke than anything else. Chuckling, more to himself than to anything else, Warren ran his fingers through his hair. Sweeping it to the side and away from his brow, giving him a boy next door look to him in the process.
“DUDE!” warren belted out as he seemed to finally be connecting the dots. While magic was still relatively new to him, finding out he was a druid was a bit of shock in and of itself. Warren was still a pretty smart guy, he tended to be able to connect the dots, to make assumptiosn and see patterns pretty well actually, and he was starting to understand what ever the hell was going on with Kohl. Perhaps not the reasoning behind it..or how it happened, but he was starting to understand why it was happening.
“Your shit of an attitude is causing ...whatever the hell thats going on under that shirt of yours.” he said raising his hands in mild protest. “And please don’t feel the need to show me…” he said shaking his head, taking on a but more of a defensive stance and attitude, as he took a simple step backwards, placing his hand on his cousin’s shoulder, as he looked at the other two people. Wondering if he’d gotten himself into something way over his head.
Anna takes a long look at Warren after he takes a seat on the other side of Kohl. The newcomer makes a comment on the two being related, and Anna can't see it. Well, maybe they do share a certain semblance, but personality wise... nope, no relation. At least that's her first impression.
Warren's comments do have a certain sting to them though. Surely Kohl deserves such judgements, and Warren's not far off the mark about his cousin, however Anna doesn't really know the new druid. Anna and Kohl have had years of a solid dislike, but there's a certain familiarity that has developed along with the dislike. Kohl infuriates her, no doubt, but she feels that some stranger shouldn't be egging him on. It was possibly very hypocritical of her, especially when she was about to start up their age old arguments despite having wanted nothing more than to bury the hatchet.
To Warren, "Well I've known him for over 8 years, he's not the nicest guy I've ever met. But I suppose he could be worse, not that you've seem to know him very well yourself," she refocuses on Kohl now, having ignored his attempted outburst to address Warren. The potions effects on her are still in full swing, and what she's said is what she believes to be true. She's about to ask Kohl about his cousin, try and get some information about the young new druid, when Warren exclaims again, noticing that Kohl's bouts of pain (apparently something to do with his chest) seem to be tied to his negativity. "Um, I think he's right. I don't know who did it, but someone seems to be trying to teach you a lesson." she grins, but not with malice, more like with karmic satisfaction.
Sebastian’s heart pounds in his chest as he peers down the bar. He doesn’t want to believe it’s true. That his brilliant and debonair self could somehow mess up a spell so monumentality. The dark medium feels denial. And panic. And then pain.
“Jesus Christ!” Bastian hisses, bringing a hand sharply to his chest. Another mark brands itself into his skin. It didn’t take long for Kohl to spit his venom. (Shit. What have I done?)
The dark medium spins around to face his make-shift altar space. He pants, eyes wide with disbelief. (It’s affecting me too. Why? How?) Seb’s eyes narrow. Anger burns deep within him. (This is a fucking joke. But if I made the spell, then I can break the spell.)
“The curse I cast was done in haste, Undo it now, make it erased.”
It’s a desperate plea, from a desperate man. But Bastian can’t stand another minute with this curse hanging over his head. (I don't care what happens to him, just get this curse off me.)
"You!" Kohl growls at Sebastian as the medium's rhyming speech had reached his ears outing him as the one responsible for the curse. Everything else falls away, forgotten. The stool scrapes across the wood floor as Kohl rises to his feet, fire in his eyes - and sparks ready at his fingertips. "Undo it."
Anna's tongue is still heavy with the truth magics in Sebastian's potion spiked cocktail, though she suspects nothing. The things she's saying, or that potion is letting her say, are not that far from what she would say to Kohl normally. With such an intense dislike for someone as she has for him, she could care less about whether or not she should or shouldn't mouth off at him. Under different circumstances she might pay more attention to her words, or that her tongue did feel a little weird, but things had begun moving faster.
Kohl's rage comes to a boiling point and Anna adopts a look of concern. Whatever is happening to Kohl is a bit on the malicious side. Her eyes cut to Sebastian as she too hears his attempt to lift the curse. Not every word of his impromptu counter-curse is heard by her, but she hears enough to guess what happened. Sebastian acted upon the same impulses that Anna has had time and time again, and reaped the rewards of rash retaliation.
Kohl is kicking his stool back and it slides across the floor, wood against tile. It wobbles for a second then balances itself. Kohl looks ready to jump the bar and go after Sebastian. Anna can't say that she blames him. However she's not exactly ready to say that Kohl didn't deserve something like this either. Instead all she does is grab a fistful of kohl's clothes from the back and hiss in his ear. "Don't pick a fight here jackass. You'll be in worse shit than whatever he's pulling." She's thinking of Atticus, of course, and of the mixed magical and mortal population that hangs out at the tavern.
Her eyes cut to Sebastian, there's a harsh accusation in her voice as she says "I didn't know you were magical." Warren, remains all but forgotten by the red-haired druidess as she contemplates what to do next. It's odd that she's the level-headed one right now when two days ago she was ready to let Kohl wander blind, cold, and lost in the hills above the little village. She's still addressing Seb, saying, "We might need to take this out back."
The tides turn quickly on Sebastian. First he’s left hanging on a sign that the Higher Powers erased his spell and then Kohl and Anna charge at him with accusations. Rightful accusations, but accusations nonetheless. It takes the dark medium by surprise and his eyes widen as mystic sparks spring from the man’s fingers. (He’s supernatural!) Disbelief flickers in Sebastian’s dark orbs. He looks from Anna to Kohl, venom tugs at his lips. (They both are.) FInally his eyes settle on Warren. The redhead is with them - he can only surmise he is magical too. (Shit. I’m outnumbered.)
“I don’t have to do shit.” Bastian barks back at Kohl. His back is against the wall and he’s not prepared to bow down to this little shit. Seb might want the curse removed, but not at the expense of losing face. And he will certainly not let smug assholes like Kohl tell him what to do, even if its what is best for him. "Don't pick a fight here jackass. You'll be in worse shit than whatever he's pulling."
(Be in worse shit? With who? They’ve got to be warlocks. Burak’s warlocks!)
Anna attempts to ease the tension, but Bastian still can’t help but look at her with distrust. (Outside? So they can gut me where there’s no witnesses?) His dark eyes shift to the door - he could attempt to outrun then, but he’s no match for blinking. But inside there are boozed up mortals and witnesses galore. Sebastian is safer here.
The dark medium instinctively grips the blade he used to cast his ritual. He doesn’t point it at the group, but he holds it tightly down at his side. It comforts him. He edges closer to the pair, but far enough that they couldn’t reach him across the bar.
Sebastian’s mind races for a solution. Something he could do. But Bastian does what Bastian does best. He lashes out.
“I’m not going anywhere with you warlock pricks.”
His voice hisses, low enough for the group to hear but not to travel into the rest of the bar. (I just need to bide my time until I can escape.)
Kohl is momentarily stunned speechless as he stares at Sebastian, mouth agape. His head swings in Anna's direction to make sure he heard right then rounds back on the curse-casting bartender.
"Are you serious?" He growls through gritted teeth, leaning forward over the bar. "We aren't the ones throwing curses around. Projection much?"
It's a good thing that the curse is only triggered by the spoken word as vile thoughts creep up in regards to Sebastian. Despite alluding as much, Kohl doesn't believe that the guy is a warlock. A gypsy still green in the Craft but eager to 'punish' others seems far more likely.
"Reverse the curse." Kohl continues to glare from across the bar. "Last time I ask nicely."
Sebastian's reaction to Kohl is much worse than Annabel would have anticipated. Then again, he is, apparently, the type of guy that calls curses down on people for rudeness... might have some kind of overreaction issue there. Though Anna doesn't wish to make things worse, she's a little surprised at how quickly the bartender assumed that they were warlocks. And that they might be out to get him. She can't help but snort derisively. Her voice has a condescending edge, "We're not Warlocks, dumbass, we're Druids."
She resists rolling her eyes, her hand still ahold of Kohl, and applies pressure to her fellow initiate. He's as hot tempered as she is at times (probably one of the reasons they can't get along) but right now Anna is the one thinking clearly. She knows that Kohl's problems, especially this specific magical one, isn't going to be resolved by a head on approach. Picking a fight won't do either of them good. It might make him feel better, but short of vanquishing Sebastian, she can't see what a fight would do to help break the curse.
She eyes Sebastian, he's tensing up, and in turn it puts her on edge. She hasn't worked with him much before, and would have never guessed him capable of casting a spell. He's always come across as the cute bad-boy bartender type, ('I guess he's all that, and something magical.') she thinks even as Kohl tries to press on aggressively. She cuts her eyes to the human bug-zapper next to her, "Please, like you ever ask nicely for anything." she snaps at him, trying to draw his attention away from Sebastian. The last thing she needs is either of these boys flipping out while she's on duty. As a woman she'd probably be held responsible.
Addressing Seb, she repeats Kohl's request, but with something akin to mounting desperation, "Can't you please just undo it? Then we'll all call it a night and go our separate ways."