[Gomorrah] Smoke rises.

Dean · Aug 12, 2016

Vapor was out doing what Vapor does best, and that was making a nuisance of itself. It had decided that it needed to to out on the town and find something either fun, interesting, or even the potential to cause a bit of harmless trouble. It pondered going back to that Temptations place it had been to before but then it heard about a place that peeked its' curiosity.

There was a club out there that seemed to cater to the more supernatural members of the population, a place humans could only get into by invitation but the likes of him could come and go as they pleased. It was also said that the drink selection there was to die for, and since alcohol was one of the two substances it could actually consume it had decided to pay a visit to the place. This Gomorrah had better live up to the reputation it had!

It didn't take him too long to find the place though, and at first glance it was everything it had hoped for and possibly more! The colours, the architecture, even the colour of the windows just screamed out to him that this was not a normal place of business. There was a feeling to it, something that von Rauch could just not place. Was it actually feeling a bit uneasy? No, this could not be though it was feeling rather excited now. It felt like every particle of smoke that made up its' form was vibrating with excitement, yes this was the place to be!

It entered the bar and was assaulted with that uneasy feeling again, as if this place had been ripped out of another hellish landscape and then molded into this current form. Even the staff, though rather human looking, seemed somewhat off to him. They had that feeling of not really being what they looked like, as if they were something else that had been squished into human form. Vapor would say it was almost like looking into a mirror, but a rather badly distorted one as they looked nothing like it in the end. This smoke creature was far more charming then they!

It made the trek to the bar slowly as it looked around the place more, trying to take in every site it could, before it finally made it to the chosen destination. It seemed that the one behind the bar was another one of these off putting human things. Vapor just flashed it a smile and nodded to it, not really wasting too many words on greetings.

“Scotch, single malt. Nothing younger than 52 years if you will.” Vapor had been drinking nothing but fifteen year old single malts since he got here, as the rarer more expensive stuff seemed to be a lot harder to find. It would be nice to have something to drink that was at least a few decades old again.

After making its' order the smoke creature in sheep’s clothing turned back around and once again cast their gaze across the club. It didn't pay attention to the music playing, to it music was simply noise, and payed very close attention to the creatures who currently filled the place hoping to find someone interesting to to pass the time with. There was one creature here though that seemed to set itself above the rest, could this be the one it was searching for?

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Poppy · Aug 21, 2016

Mikhainon's primary dwelling was Gomorrah. He stayed the night there most days in a week, then headed back to his mansion as soon as the sun rose so he could sleep during the day. These days, he preferred his office and the VIP area, but nothing particularly pressing was catching his attention for today. Mikhainon put his work aside and headed for the pulsing life of the first floor. Surely, somebody here would be worth playing with.

He shrugged his blazer off and left it at the VIP seating area, making his room to the dance floor to dance a good hour of time away. He took a few drinks from passing waitresses. The room melted into color, darkness, and sound, and when his exhaustion was starting to catch up, he left the dance floor. He was dizzy at first, unused to the better lighting and lack of people. He shook his head and readjusted. Inebriation was fun at first, but now it was starting to get grating.

He seated himself at the bar, nursing an incoming headache and waved a bartender over. The bartender finished up a customer's order quick before rushing to him. "Yes, sir?"

"Espresso shot," he said in a grumble. The bartender served him quick. He downed the thing in one go, uncaring if it burned his insides. Now, it was just a matter of the caffeine kicking him back into gear. He looked to his side and... That person smelled odd. Smoke? That had the potential to be interesting. With a smirk, he turned to him and offered a handshake. "Gabriel Baltimore. I own this place."

Dean · Aug 23, 2016

The bartender had just placed the drink in front of it when it had dashed off to serve someone else, so that was how service at this place was going to be like? Picking up the glass von Rauch held it in a hand and took a good look at it. The colour was right for what it had, though it sadly did not have a sense of smell to judge it by. All it could do was take a taste and hope that the burn was correct. Sometimes not having a sense of smell was a hindrance.

It had just barely managed to take a sip when it heard someone speaking. It turned its' head to the side to see someone else sitting there with one of those coffee drinks that people seemed to love so much, though it was empty at the moment.

Are those not served hot? To drink it that fast, would it not burn? it pushed the thought out of its' mind as the introduction finally settled in. The owner of this place, wasn't that what was said?

“A pleasure,” it said as it rest the glass down on the bar top and shook the offered hand. Its' own hand had almost no texture to it, as if it had been created flawlessly in a mold. “I am one Vapor von Rauch. General miscreant, rabble rouser, and forced resident of this little island.”

Letting go of the hand Vapor picked up the glass again and took a large gulp of the whiskey, shivering as it combusted inside of him. It had given it that rush of energy that consuming flammable liquids always did, as well as a feeling that could only be described as pleasure. Once the sensation passed it turned all attention back to the one sitting beside it. There was something off about this creature, much like the others in this place, but what exactly it was Vapor could not place.

Eventually it might figure it out, but for now it was probably best to play nice. Best case scenario and it had made another contact on this island that it might be able to use later on. Worst case, it could not say at the moment until it knew more.

“So what do I owe the pleasure of your company to? It is not often the owner of an establishment comes down and introduces themselves personally.” Vapor was smiling as it said this, though of course that smile never seemed to touch the eyes. Those were just as calculating as ever.

Poppy · Oct 8, 2016

Mikhainon shook the creature's hand — firm, like usual, but there was a moment of hesitation when he felt the texture of it. Or rather, its lack of one. That only piqued his curiosity even more. Mikhainon was familiar with sylphs, aerial nymphs, but this was another thing entirely. A magical creature more associated with modern pollution than nature. It was exciting to know about, that creatures evolved when mankind did. There was so much more left for him to learn.

"Vapor Von Rauch. Likewise. A pleasure to meet you too. Miscreant and rabble rouser, huh?" Mikhainon laughed. "That's quite the admission. Often, people admit to me after the second drink. I appreciate the honesty. I surround myself with miscreants and rabble rousers as well. You say you're a... "forced" resident? What does that mean, pray tell?"

Mikhainon watched him drink the whiskey. He raised his eyebrows, interested. It seemed to combust (?) inside of him. Interesting. Perhaps his insides were made of smoke, and this was simply nothing but a human-shaped shell.

"My dear, I'm as much a customer as owner. I built this place as my temple, after all, and I find my entertainment in everyone who enters. You truly have never heard of me?" He relaxed against the counter, looking at his drink. "I suppose that would be ideal. Some people don't have the same sense of humor I do, so they insist on names to slander my good character. Nice scotch, by the way. I often drink the same kind."

Dean · Oct 16, 2016

Vapor held up the now empty glass and simply nodded to its host, motioning for the bartender to refill the glass, setting it down on the bar.

“Yes, I find that the older the vintage the better the, I guess you would say the better the burn. It is a fuel source for me.” It tapped the rim of the glass thoughtfully as it waited for the refill to come. “Any flammable liquid would do really but I find that alcohol seems to be the most socially acceptable when one wishes to fit in. Plus drinking this seems to give me a sense of pleasure. Well, at least pleasure is the closest as I have been able to define it.”

It smiled that empty smile it always gave when its glass had been refilled and it raised it up in a salute before once again draining the contents.

“Well there is drink number two so I guess now is when the confessions are supposed to flow?” It set the glass down and looked at Mikhanion thoughtfully. “But yes, forced resident is the nice way of putting it. I got over confident in my abilities, made one too many mistakes, and seriously under estimated the drive of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. To make a rather long and tedious story short they managed to catch me on my third robbery of the Royal Ontario Museum and gave the ultimatum of a banishment to this quaint little island or spending an eternity, or at least whoever long my natural lifespan will be, in an very tiny air tight box.”

It simply shrugged after saying all this, pauses only a moment before it continued to speak.

“The real kicker, as they say, is that there was nothing there I wanted.” It grinned as it said this. “They had just recently upgraded there security and boasted that no one could break in. I took this as a personal challenge of course. Though in hind sight the second time might have been enough.”

Looking down at the glass in front of it Vapor noticed that it had been refilled again, though without it asking. It picked up the glass and seemed to consider it for a moment before shrugging and finishing off its third drink of the night.

“As far as hearing about you, no I have not.” It said honestly as it set the empty glass down. “It wasn't until recently that I have really decided to go out and about to see what this island has had to offer so my interactions with the inhabitants has been rather limited I am afraid.”

This wasn't exactly true as the smoke monster had been somewhat busy stealing, killing, and generally making good on the miscreant comment but so far none of it was attributed to it. This is something that Vapor wanted to stay this way, if it started to get the local law enforcement on its case then the amount of fun it could have would drastically decrease.

“I do have to say if this is your temple then,” It motioned around at its surroundings. “As far as temples go I think I lam starting to like this one. Possibly one of my favourites, though the whiskey selection may have something to do with this.”

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[Gomorrah] Smoke rises.

Dean

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