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Archives[]
- Archive 1
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- Archive 3
Employees[]
- Colette Belfrey - Owner & Bartender
Roleplay[]
Dorian and Octavia[]
You know better babe than talk to it like that.
[ AGE ] 25. [ SPECIES ] Dhampir.
[ CAREER ] Artist. [ RELATIONSHIP ] not octavia.
Dorian sat alone in the corner booth, no one could see his face from where he sat, shadows covering most of him. His eyes were on the door, though, waiting for a particular auror to walk through the doors. He knew this could backfire on him very easily and he was risking it all with this. He had his mask on, just in case. He paid off the bartender to turn the other way and it was late enough that only two other people were in there. Another person had entered the room at this point but they didn't even look in his direction, let alone the mask. It's not that it was a big deal but it was memorable. People would remember a strange man wearing a mask that covered half his face like he was cosplaying that...muggle theatre person. Someone had pointed it out years ago. He didn't really know anything about pop culture, both muggle and wix, let alone the theatre. He'd never been. Actually, that was a lie–once. When he was seventeen. He killed one of the patrons. He was gone by the first act had wrapped up. So it doesn't really count. He'd told the waiter to lead the auror (he'd given brief descriptions of her) to his table the moment she walked in. If she did. She might not even come. There was a chance there was an army of aurors waiting for him outside. This was a risk. A reckless risk.
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graduated hufflepuff — intelligence officer
[ AGE ] twenty-eight. [ SPECIES ] witch ; werewolf.
[ CAREER ] auror. [ RELATIONSHIP ] using (1) man.
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You know better babe than talk to it like that.
[ AGE ] 25. [ SPECIES ] Dhampir.
[ CAREER ] Artist. [ RELATIONSHIP ] not octavia.
Dorian's eyes washed over Octavia as she sat down, taking in her body posture, before he smiled over at her with a low hum. He's not surprised the other's on edge. He would be, too. He'd also think this is most assuredly a trap. It wasn't. Dorian would be better at that. He pulled out both his hands, spreading them out over the table, like he was offering to hold her hands. However, one of his hands had his wand, crooked and ashy white, rolling up and down his palm. "Mutually assured destruction," he said. He take her wands, she take his wand. "Wands don't generally like being used by someone else." Of course, both of them could take each other's heads off without the wands but it was more so the symbolism of the agreement. Equal footings. He wasn't sure if she'd take the small peace offering but he hoped she would.
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graduated hufflepuff — intelligence officer
[ AGE ] twenty-eight. [ SPECIES ] witch ; werewolf.
[ CAREER ] auror. [ RELATIONSHIP ] using (1) man.
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You know better babe than talk to it like that.
[ AGE ] 25. [ SPECIES ] Dhampir.
[ CAREER ] Artist. [ RELATIONSHIP ] not octavia.
She was right, in the latter sense. Of course he had a knife on him. It was a sentimental knife but one nonetheless. On top of that, he had his own abilities and other tactics. He wasn't defenceless when she took his wand. In terms of her wand, he twirled it around his fingers. "Likewise," he said with a shrug. He actually thought there was a good chance she was, as an auror. He was pretty sure they liked people adept at that. "Now, Octavia, can I call you that? I'm going to call you that. I know neither of us are going to trust each other so I'm not exactly in any way inclined to think you won't stab me in the back if I take my mask off. But I would like to, act of good faith, and it gets a little stuffy. Not really my favourite accessory, but you knowing what I look like is a bit of a security risk if this goes bad." He was vocalizing his thought process. Then he pulled out a photograph and pushed it across the table. Mary-Jade. Undeniably. She was in the cafe. "If you tell anyone what I look like, even that wife of yours, I will find your sister. But that's a worst case scenario, I hope we don't have to get to that point. Again, mutually assured destruction." If the auror department found out he was approaching an auror, then the group would find out and he'd have both of them on his ass. Something he didn't really want, for obvious reasons. Then he slid off his mask. No turning back now. He shook his head, letting his dark hair fall over his forehead naturally and he stared over at Octavia, curious to see how she'd react. Not at his physical attractiveness, though if she faints, fair enough. "Now in terms of what I have for you...absolutely nothing!" He said with a beam, looking rather smug at this. "Well, besides from the basics, fill in the gaps of what you don't know. But I more so I have a proposition for you."
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graduated hufflepuff — intelligence officer
[ AGE ] twenty-eight. [ SPECIES ] witch ; werewolf.
[ CAREER ] auror. [ RELATIONSHIP ] using (1) man.
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You know better babe than talk to it like that.
[ AGE ] 25. [ SPECIES ] Dhampir.
[ CAREER ] Artist. [ RELATIONSHIP ] not octavia.
Dorian stared at her for a moment before he tilted his head back and laughed. Not a forced one, one that came from the bellow of his chest. If his hands hadn't been on the table, one wrapped around Octavia's wand, his hand might have been on his chest or stomach. "I don't want you to trust me, I don't need it." He wasn't threatened. There was only a handful of aurors who he could be wary of and he doubted any of them, bar the one across from him, were anywhere near this place. "Two eyewitnesses...have you screened them? Before you came in. Try to see if you know who they are. Who's to say they will help you? I might not be the only one who's wanting to break out of the votary," he said before leaning forward. "Not everyone is as sentimental as you think," he said with a shrug, "but maybe you're on the right track. Maybe you're on the wrong one. Maybe you're on a parallel track. Doesn't matter. There is one, stark problem, with your theory. I don't want to get out. I want to tear it down, brick by brick. Be the big bad wolf who blows it all down," he said, his finger flicking the salt shaker which clattered onto the table. "I'm not here to take a plea deal. I'm here to offer you an opportunity." He pushed over the mask. "Not to get me out, but to bring you in."
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graduated hufflepuff — intelligence officer
[ AGE ] twenty-eight. [ SPECIES ] witch ; werewolf.
[ CAREER ] auror. [ RELATIONSHIP ] using (1) man.
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You know better babe than talk to it like that.
[ AGE ] 25. [ SPECIES ] Dhampir.
[ CAREER ] Artist. [ RELATIONSHIP ] not octavia.
"Petrova, or whatever her surname is–" Vasya's mind was so easy to break into, he'd heard her theories, "–killed one of the big names of the group. One of the leaders. There's twelve of them. I'm one of them but they don't know that. You do. Again, they're big on anonymity which has its advantages in some cases. Like this. It makes it easier to fool them. As long as you take the polyjuice potion before every meeting, know the right words and phrases, then bada boop, you'll be let in. And I have a little too much of his hair for my own liking. You'll be going undercover, pretending to be one of them, you know the drill, get all the information, compile it, and help me uncover every other person hiding behind a mask. Unfortunately for me, I don't exactly want to resort to murdering them all. So if you could do it all legally, lock them up and all that, my hands will be kept nice and clean."
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graduated hufflepuff — intelligence officer
[ AGE ] twenty-eight. [ SPECIES ] witch ; werewolf.
[ CAREER ] auror. [ RELATIONSHIP ] using (1) man.
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You know better babe than talk to it like that.
[ AGE ] 25. [ SPECIES ] Dhampir.
[ CAREER ] Artist. [ RELATIONSHIP ] not octavia.
“I don’t! And you can’t trust me either, this is a leap of faith for the both of us. But I’d rather be running from the aurors than these people,” he said with a smile before pausing, “no offence. And you’re right, I haven’t. I was raised by them, I wouldn’t exactly call myself a law abiding citizen. However, at least you can be confident I can have your back without you worrying about a citizen getting hurt. If I die in the process, what’s the consequences for that? You can write me off with ease. A law abiding citizen is so much more complicated.” At the question, Dorian leant back with a smile that promised nothing good. “Friday week, so ten days. I’ll send you the location closer to the date.” An hour before to be exact.
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graduated hufflepuff — intelligence officer
[ AGE ] twenty-eight. [ SPECIES ] witch ; werewolf.
[ CAREER ] auror. [ RELATIONSHIP ] using (1) man.
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You know better babe than talk to it like that.
[ AGE ] 25. [ SPECIES ] Dhampir.
[ CAREER ] Artist. [ RELATIONSHIP ] not octavia.
Dorian smiled at her before a waiter slid a steak in front of him. It was slightly a little too raw but, taking a bite out of it, he didn't seem to mind. "You know, I don't think I ever gave you my name. Dorian," he said as he chewed on the meat. He didn't offer Octavia any of the food. Why should he offer an auror his food? Doesn't make sense. She could order her own if she was hungry. "Surname's a mystery, but you can start a guessing game if you want. I'll start it off: Nixey. Is it correct? Absolutely not."
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graduated hufflepuff — intelligence officer
[ AGE ] twenty-eight. [ SPECIES ] witch ; werewolf.
[ CAREER ] auror. [ RELATIONSHIP ] using (1) man.
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Levy and Aren[]
「 Aren Kolbeck-Nyhus 」Wampus Alum • Hollywood's Jewel
Inviting Levy out has always been a little tricky for Aren, because as much as he enjoys the other man's company, his management has made it very clear to him that part of his current popularity and the unyielding demand to get him on board with projects can be attributed to his very public rivalry with the same man: former co-star Levy Averell. It's a dynamic he's played into the animosity very well for the public, to the point where at times, having them both in the same room would immediately create a lot of tension, but over time, Aren's feelings towards Levy in that regard have mellowed out. Inviting him to private establishments to relax and have a few drinks, or simply meeting in lowkey areas that would let them take off the edge and not have to put on such an infuriating façade for people that know nothing about either of them — or at least about Aren himself. He always has prided himself in keeping his private life just that: private. Having informed Colette to expect Levy's arrival shortly, he's already ordered them both some drinks. This is the first time seeing Levy in a few weeks, since the premiere of their movie together. The red carpet had been quite a spectacle, as many of the interviewers had touched base on their little rivalry, and it had gotten to a point where Aren had been left wanting to clear the air with the other man. It was the main reason to be meeting him here tonight, definitely.
Message Me • 01:12, 11 January 2021 (UTC)
「 Levy Radley-Abbott 」Gryfinndor Alumi • Hollywood's It Boy
34 y/o
Wizard
Actor
Single
Levy never really held any animosity towards Aren, not on a deep, true level. Carefree and forgiving, Levy strove to get along with as many people as he could and Aren was no exception. He had no idea where the rivalry had come from but his management had told him to play into it and, true to his profession as an actor, he gave it his all. He found it amusing how much the media ate it all up, sometimes becoming so sucked in that his forgiving nature was forgone as he got caught up in the rivalry. Meeting up with the other man was nice, even if it was in seldom and infrequent. Though he didn't share as much of the need to keep things private as Aren did, Levy always worked around the other man's wishes; a decade or so in the industry had proved to him that things that you want to keep close to you must be kept with an iron grip, lest it snowball away. After the movie premiere and having to uphold the spectacle of the rivalry, Levy had been a little exhausted and was eager to see the other man in a more casual setting. He had rewatched some of what Aren had said on the red carpet as he made his way to L'Impulsion and made a small mental note to adopt the same tone; the sooner the marketed rivalry could end, the better for him. Walking into the establishment, Levy glanced around a few times before he spotted the brunette, making his way over and sitting across from him. "Hey - you weren't waiting long, right?"
Message Me • 14:26, 12 January 2021 (UTC)