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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A minor transitional TIME BLIP moves the scene forward. WARREN VALENTINE is shut down by his cousin, Kohl, when he tries to further interject. He is sent home, keys in hand, and is now located ELSEWHERE.
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As Kohl begins to activate the curse with abandon, Anna's hand releases from his body. It flies to her mouth to cover it. The face behind her hand is something of a conundrum. Her expression is frozen between disappointment, fear, and a degree of admiration. She probably would take the same route herself.
With this in mind, she neither condones or condemns Kohl's actions, but instead focuses on her surroundings. She knows, deep down, that their magical antics will eventually call notice to the trio; not a good thought. Magic flaring up in the tavern, in her mind, would only endanger her position within the caste. It would be her fault. Her fault that Kohl got out of line, and somehow her fault that Sebastian was even magical in the first place.
Her mind races, and immediately goes back to her training. There were years of magical tutelage at her finger tips. Even now she could remember a spell written in Latin that would help her. 'No, putting the bar to sleep wouldn't help, not in the long run.' she thinks. To answer her problems that way would result, ultimately in the same fallout: Her Disgrace.
Her frustration breaks through and she's glaring at the two boys, but they're too oblivious in their testosterone to notice.
And then, a switch clicks in her head. (You've got customers.)
Swiveling on the chair, she takes off. To everyone else she might seem a little rushed, a little to enthusiastic. She makes it to the dark skinned woman standing at the doorway, before too many have noticed. "Hi!, My name is Annabel, we're having a really busy evening. Would you mind waiting at the bar?" she pauses, then repeats this in Turkish with the same psychotic verve as she did in English.
“Ugh.” Sebastian lets out a low growl as the runic brand etches across his chest.
He grits his teeth at another.
"You couldn't undo it with a full coven behind you. Utter failure."
By the time the third burns into his chest, the dark medium is ready to blow the roof.
(This masochistic fuck.)
Sebastian matches Kohl’s glare with a hated-filled one of his own. The druid’s condescending aggression boils the medium’s blood. Or is it the truth to Kohl’s words? Either way, it invokes something in Sebastian.
A dark, unforgiving anger. And it triggers a malicious impulse.
Without word or warning, Sebastian steps forward and slashes the knife at his side towards Kohl’s cheek.
Kohl should have expected Sebastian to lash out. He most likely did. It's certainly more plausible than caving in during such a heated exchange. If the roles had been reversed, it's not very likely that Kohl would have reacted any differently than the medium.
As the knife comes at him, Kohl jumps back which sends his bar stool toppling over. The druid is able to remain upright but only just. He's not sure if the knife made contact or not (it hadn't) as he burns hot on adrenaline.
Once he has steadied himself, he shouts something indiscernible as he leans down and takes a hold of the stool leg. With a strong swing, he hefts it into the air and sends it hurtling in Sebastian's direction.
Then shouts a slur at Sebastian, causing them both to be scarred by another brand - and hopefully distract Seb and prevent him from dodging the attack.
Tabatha raised her eyebrows in a bit of surprise when the fairer skin woman made her way over to her. She must've been the server.
"Oh, sure, no problem, girl." Tabatha gave the woman a small smile just before giving a look around. Heh, seemed nice. Without saying anything else, Tabatha made her way around the woman and toward the bar. There was something off about the Tavern, but maybe that was just her being in a new place. She had half the mind to call Indra but decided against it. Instead, she waited patiently with her mind reviewing over what she had to do for her classes.
Anna smiles, she's sure that introducing a stranger to the bar will calm shit down. Without further direction, Tabatha heads off towards the bar. A sense of relief starts to form, but it dissipates just as quickly. She's turning around, just in time to see the altercation at the bar.
The druidess' eyes widen and a flash of anger spikes through her being. Sebastian, whom she'd always thought of as kind of cool (maybe a little dark in his sense of humor), had just swung at Kohl. A glint in the air, and the way he held his hand as he swung, told Annabel that he was holding a knife. Her inner commentary couldn't help but criticize his technique.
Then, in typical Culpeper fashion, Kohl retaliates. Her anger and frustration is tinged by a sense of impending defeat. The temptation is there to just step outside, she could always say she was taking a break. Whatever happened could, possibly, not be her problem.
Yet, that wasn't the right thing to do.
('What the...') she thinks as Kohl grabs ahold of the bar stool. Her feet are carrying her back towards the bar. She's still desperate to stop things, but there's more purpose in her actions than before. She comes up behind Kohl, grabbing him, trying to pull him back. She finds herself, voice raised, attempting to get through to him. "Kohl, stop... please! Just stop."
Sebastian grits his teeth as his venomous swipe misses. Kohl stumbles backwards, and for a moment, the glint of the knife catches the medium’s eyes. Suddenly the weight of Seb’s actions washes over him.
(What did I just do?)
Sebastian drops the knife. But in his next breath his chest burns with the scars of Kohl’s words, and a stool thuds into his skull. He lets out a gasp as he falls to the floor. He aches, and he bleeds. And then all of Sebastian’s self-restraint blows away in the wind.
(You’ll regret that.)
A deep hatred boils within Sebastian. And with a blinding rage, he pulls himself to his feet. The dark medium doesn’t think of the patrons at the bar. Or those seated deeper inside. Or even Anna. Right now, Sebastian is focused on one thing only – his burning need for revenge.
As if in a trance, Bastian removes the compact mirror from his jeans pocket. It pops open with ease, and with a wave of his hand, he summons up a window into the Wasteland. He wastes no time in directing it at Kohl and Anna, the demonic landscape facing them eye to eye.
And the next thing Seb knows, a malicious spell to banish Kohl to the Wasteland comes pouring out his mouth.
“Osiris, hear my call, May your power break down walls, Take this window to the other side, Open it up and pull my enemies inside.”
Having been fetched by another initiate at the onset of the conflict, Quinn now arrives on the scene. As the High Priest enters the establishment, he comes upon a scene of chaos - with Kohl Culpeper standing in the eye of the storm. Because who else would it be?
His gaze follows Kohl's line of sight and finds a young dark-haired man rising from the ground behind the bar. He watches the medium thrust a mirror out at Kohl and Annabel, but the image is definitely not a reflection of the room.
As soon as Quinn hears Sebastian invoke the name of Osiris, he understands enough to intervene. With a quick pulling motion, he summons his power of aerokinesis and momentarily sucks the air out of the young man's breath. No breath, no spell.
With purposeful and unrushed steps, he approaches his two delinquent druid initiates. He levels a look of annoyed disappointment at Kohl. "Quit while you're ahead, son, and get on out of here." He shifts his eyes to Anna, but says nothing to her before continuing on to the bar.
He leans on the counter and closes the distance between Sebastian and himself as much as possible in order to drop his voice low enough to go unheard by other patrons. "I know he can be an ass, but do something so blatantly stupid as casting a spell in public and Kohl will be the least of your worries." He pulls back. "Understood?"
Kohl smirks in triumph when the stool finds its intended mark and Sebastian disappears behind the bar for a brief moment. But leave it to Annabel to bring him back down. He hears his fellow druid shout at him and he turns in her direction. Cue the "what the fuck did I do?" expression.
"Are you serious? He fuckin' started it!"
The next moments in the tavern happen in such rapid succession that Kohl can't even clearly recall it all. The bartender is glaring and flashing around some girly make-up mirror and then Quinn is there telling him to buzz off before approaching the bar.
But Kohl doesn't just walk away. He can't. He also can't just retaliate either. Not with Quinn the blowhard present. So he just stands there in the middle of the tavern in a sulking silence.
Shaking his head, he decides that he's better off gone. So heads outside and finds himself on the sidewalks.
Okay, Tabatha's attempt at being the Queen of Minding her Own Damn Business was out the window when the use of magic was taking place. Immediately she hopped up from her seat at the bar and walked over to the small magical crowd.
"Hold up, hold up, now, I tried to mine my own business, but...y'all just out here living recklessly. You got people opening portals and all that good jazz," Tabby placed her hand on her hip while shaking her head. This was certainly something that she was going to have to tell Indra about. At least that would get some juicy conversation going on.
Het attention turned to watch one of the guys that were fighting walk out of the tavern. "Where is he going?"
Struggling with Kohl, Anna does not at first catch a glimpse of what lies within Sebastian's oh-so-manly mirror. Maybe he'd offer them lipstick, or ask for a tampon next (he could use one.) If things could get any more surreal, she finally lays eyes on what's within the tiny mirror. Her eyes widen as Sebastian's lips begin to move... but no words come out.
For the moment, Anna is just dumbfounded. Quinn's appearance comes from out of nowhere, but it's really not that unusual for him to frequent the Tavern outside of druid-duties. Still it's timely... and terrifying. Years after her initiation there's no love lost on him from Anna, his presence still makes her skin crawl. Sadly, this is the leader of her caste.
Quinn is letting Kohl off easy. He's just telling him to get out of the bar. Had it been Anna, he'd probably tell her to get the hell out of the caste, or worse... have her cook for him for a month. That's just what she needs, an crotchety old man yelling for sandwiches. However, as it is, he passes over Anna, sparing her little more than a glance. It's better than she can hope for and leaves it be.
Her nerves return momentarily when Kohl bursts out again, and she prays that Quinn is still in a benevolent mood. It's no matter though as Kohl is quickly out the door. Her skin is crawling with the proximity to Quinn and Seb, both of whom she refuses to look at. Her eyes, instead, follow Kohl out the door.
A moment later her mind is made up. She unties her waitress' apron and tosses it behind the bar, moving after Kohl. Her phone is out of her back pocket as she aims a text to Atticus, that while short, manages to describe what just happened, and also begs for her not to lose her job. Just as she's pushing out onto the sidewalk she hears the last bit of Tabatha's rant, 'Not my monkey, not my circus.'
A concoction of dark emotion flows through Sebastian. He wants Kohl to suffer and to hell with the consequences. Yet as the medium invokes the ancient god’s name, a threatening sensation overcomes him. The air in Seb’s lungs is forcibly removed and he is left choking for breath.
(What the fuck?)
An elderly man approaches – his attacker. Another druid. Although one which Sebastian fears far more than Anna and Kohl. Quinn took the breath out of him as if he were popping a balloon. The old man clearly packs a punch.
Regardless, Sebastian shoots the man a venomous glare.
(Teaming up on me like a bunch of cowards.)
"I know he can be an ass, but do something so blatantly stupid as casting a spell in public and Kohl will be the least of your worries. Understood?"
Sebastian feels wounded and scared, but also angry. Incredibly angry.
“Who are you?” The dark medium snaps defensively. He reaches up and wipes the blood that continues to drip from his forehead. (Where is Esme when you need her?)
Then Tabby approaches and adds her two cents.
“You druids need to back off. Starting shit with me and now laying on the blame.”
Bastian snaps the mirror in his hand shut, and returns it into his jeans pocket. He slowly starts to realise how damn crazy his spell would have been, regardless if it worked or not – but the medium isn’t about to admit fault.
"You should be less concerned with who I am, and more concerned with yourself."
As far as Quinn is concerned, he's finished with Sebastian and his antics. The boy has been warned so whatever happens now will be on him - and probably deserved. He suspects that this raven-haired bartender is not the type to learn lesson the easy way. (Just another brat from this cancerous generation.)
Then, as if on cue, Tabatha rolls up on them. Her high dramatics are difficult to ignore and she draws far more attention to the scene than anyone else thus far. He wants to say something, but hasn't the energy to deal with it. In contrast, Sebastian apparently still has plenty to share verbally.
"You talk too much." Quinn goes to turn and leave, but pauses. He looks back at Sebastian, who still seethes with visible rage. "Some advice. Stop screaming into the wind. You'll be better for it."
Then, having had more than his fair share of excitement, Quinn departs the establishment for parts unknown.
Quinn’s stark words summon a grimace to Sebastian’s face. His ass has well and truly been handed to him tonight. His magic has betrayed him. Kohl has beaten him. And Quinn took what was left of his pride. The medium is left standing, simmering with rage, and shame, and disappointment.
Sebastian reaches up and wipes away the blood that dribbles down his forehead. His head aches and there’s no one charging to his aid. No Ashleigh to console him. No Esme to heal him. And no Scotty to distract the eye.
It makes the medium feel very alone.
(What are they doing right now? Are they ok?)
Sebastian shakes away the thought as quick as it comes. Instead, he embraces his anger. (Fuck this. Fuck it all.) The dark medium shoots a venomous glare at Tabatha – whom he still assumes to be a druid. (Get away from me.)
Seb rips the apron from around his waist and throws it to the floor. (I won’t be coming back here. It’s time I get what I deserve.) And with a forceful step, Sebastian sulks off elsewhere to lick his wounds.