Post by Deogorath on Sept 25, 2011 13:38:55 GMT -5
It had been mere days since Deogorath was summoned to this plane. And he had been busy. His followers were all too eager to learn about him and provide him with everything he'd needed to begin his work on Earth. He studied how humans worked, struggled with the concepts of order, succumbed to sleep only when his body physically collapsed, learned of food and drink, and decided to start giving his followers things to do.
He took a small posse of them now to the Laughing Villain. Five of them he had with him, two demons, a human, a shifter, and a Vampire, all in large hoodies and baggy jeans, all looking for a good time. Drinks all around, it was barely midnight and already the five of them had the place loud, lively, and confusing, making friends and laughing boisterously. The perfect environment in which to work.
Deogorath himself sat at the bar, watching the revelers, making small talk with the bartender who had taken a liking to him and his expensive tastes and his upfront money. It was a Friday night and the bar was already geared to party.
He needed to wait for the place to fill up more, though. The simplistic first plan in his head would work best with more people, more confusion...more delicious chaos. He kept his eyes on the door, smiling suavely at others who passed by but not saying much. He knocked over his glass with a carefully accidental sweep and apologized to the bartender, who understood, brushed it aside, cleaned up the mess, and got him another drink, free of charge. He thanked the man and turned away in disappointment. Why couldn't he have left the spill there?
While he waited, he looked around for likely candidates to recruit to his cause. His men were already doing that, making allies and discussing how much life sucks and how everyone needed a good barfight every now and again. He could feel the chaos of the bar rising as people began to agree and drank more and grew hotblooded and itching for some fun. He would have liked some personal connection though, to address some susceptible woman or man directly and begin to learn for himself how to convert to the cause...
He sipped some of his drink, casually spilling a bit on the floor in the process, and leaned against the bar.
He took a small posse of them now to the Laughing Villain. Five of them he had with him, two demons, a human, a shifter, and a Vampire, all in large hoodies and baggy jeans, all looking for a good time. Drinks all around, it was barely midnight and already the five of them had the place loud, lively, and confusing, making friends and laughing boisterously. The perfect environment in which to work.
Deogorath himself sat at the bar, watching the revelers, making small talk with the bartender who had taken a liking to him and his expensive tastes and his upfront money. It was a Friday night and the bar was already geared to party.
He needed to wait for the place to fill up more, though. The simplistic first plan in his head would work best with more people, more confusion...more delicious chaos. He kept his eyes on the door, smiling suavely at others who passed by but not saying much. He knocked over his glass with a carefully accidental sweep and apologized to the bartender, who understood, brushed it aside, cleaned up the mess, and got him another drink, free of charge. He thanked the man and turned away in disappointment. Why couldn't he have left the spill there?
While he waited, he looked around for likely candidates to recruit to his cause. His men were already doing that, making allies and discussing how much life sucks and how everyone needed a good barfight every now and again. He could feel the chaos of the bar rising as people began to agree and drank more and grew hotblooded and itching for some fun. He would have liked some personal connection though, to address some susceptible woman or man directly and begin to learn for himself how to convert to the cause...
He sipped some of his drink, casually spilling a bit on the floor in the process, and leaned against the bar.
