Open A New Face In A Strange Place

[Genesis Libiaer]

Season of Spring, Day 16, 513 AV

Walking by all the street lights, people are rushing to get home to their families. To their spouses, and children. Dinner, and bed time stories. Things that she's missed in her life. Waving away the distortion she felt, she held her head up high.

"Here we go! Beautiful sights, and clean streets!"

The night air smelled clean, and sweet. Tucking her long hair behind her ear she realised she didn't have a place to stay. She had a few Mizas. Not much to survive on, so she'd naturally have to get a job soon. Maybe teach people her fighting style would earn her a few Mizas. That was the least of her worries, though. She's been traveling for weeks, and she had one specific thing on her mind. Booze, and a lot of it.

Catching a passer-by, she asked him politely "Where is the nearest pub, sir?" he pointed her in the right direction, and looked at her funny. She'd been used to it. People tend to look at other people funny when they do not wear shoes. She thanked him, and headed towards her next destination.

A nice, cold ale is what she needed to take the edge off. Genesis drinks a lot. She denies being an alcoholic, but any sane person could tell. Her once sweet-scented skin was now stained with the smell of ale.

Watching all the people pass by, and all the neon signs go on, she noticed the small little hole-in-the-wall pub she'd been looking for. "Thank goodness" she sighed to herself. "I can't wait to melt into a stool, and slurp down a nice, big, mug of booze."

She walked into the small pub, and all eyes went to her entrance. She got nervous, and kind of sunk into her own skin. Steadily walking towards the bar, she could feel the eyes of everyone piercing her flesh. Finally she reached the bar, and took a seat on the wooden stool. Hearing the bartender ask for her order, she excitedly announced

"One ale, please. The biggest glass you have, sir." She smiled, and the man went to get her beverage.

[Matthias Kyras]

Matthias hated pubs, taverns, and inns of any kind. He was also not partial to alcoholics, bragarts, or people that tried to get overtly friendly with him. Unfortunately he still seemed to possess that nasty habit of needing to eat, and it flared up just when he was on the verge of a breakthrough with his new formula.

So here the tall dark haired man stood, in one of the many places he detested. Matthias had his signature scowl on his face, and as he stepped forward his cane struck the floor loudly, followed by the quickened step of his right foot. This was half the reason the Philterer hated going out, his limp. It was fine on most days but today it was acting up again and each step sent a dull throb up his leg.

The irrate man seated himself at a nearby table, sighing in relief as he did, and waved over a waitress. He produced five silver mizas from the confines of his thick blue philterer robes and held them out for the woman to take.

"Fetch me a meal and something to drink, girl," Matthias ordered curtly.

The woman hurried away to carry out his order and Matthias leaned back in his chair slightly, placing his cane on the table with a resounding thump. His traitorous stomach growled again, causing the philterer's eyes to narrow into an irritated glare. He would have to experiment more and see if he couldn't develop a tonic that filled his belly with all the nutriants vital for survival. It was definately on the agenda.

How long had he been couped up in his home, a day? Two, maybe? All with no food and minimal rest. It was worth it though, Matthias was so close to a break through he could practically taste it. He reached inside of his robes and pulled out a leather bound book. If he was going to waste time eating he would at least look over his notes while doing so.

OOC Reciept: -5 SM

[Genesis Libiaer]

Gulping down the ale she'd just received, like an unmannered child, Genesis started to feel her face flush from the beverage. Smiling to herself, and making faces at anyone who was glaring rudely her way. Finally, her glass seemed to be getting low.

"Uh, sir! Tip me off, will you? I've traveled for weeks, and I need to get my fix." with a wink towards the man behind the bar. She heard a loud 'thump' intervene her drunken thoughts. Turning around to see a tall man sit at a table, and beckon a waitress. Genesis just turned back around, and continued to flirt with the bartender. To see if she couldn't squeeze out a free drink, or two out of him. If not that, maybe she could obtain his companionship for the night.

A scowling noise had, again, interrupted her dastardly little deed. "Fetch me a meal and something to drink, girl," she'd hear a man order. Turning around in her stool, she glanced at the tall man with disdain. Kicking her shoeless feet like a child, she downed the rest of her ale, and told the bartender to hold her next drink. Hopping off the stool, and hobbling over to the unapproachable man sitting alone.

"I suppose you mind if I sit here, and that's okay, because I'll be sitting here anyway." She told him with a snicker, while she stumbled down to her seat across from the stranger. "So, you've caused quite the scene here, buddy." pointing to the commoners around them glancing at their shared table. "I suppose you'renew here, also? Or do people just not like you?"

[Matthias Kyras]

Matthias had been poring over his own cramped and nearly illegible words, looking over his newest formula when the woman had intruded into his solitude. Her words and presence ripped him from his notes, causing him to level a very hostile and irritated glare at this woman who dared to intrude upon his table. Her uninvited interuption was certainly not a welcome sight for the very irritated philterer.

He snapped his book shut sharply, placing it down on the table, and leaned forward in his chair. How dare this fool interrupt his studying? Did she have any idea how important his work was? Probably not, she looked stupid enough to not know the time of night, let alone complex philtering.

"I am simply sitting here quietly, girl, it is you that is causing a scene. I did not ask for your rather poor company, though I'm sure a number of the drunk gentlemen here could use a mine to drill, go bother them." Matthas said acidly.

"Further more, I am not your buddy, nor do I have a desire to be. Also whether I am new or not falls under the category of none of your damn business." He continued, his sharp brown eyes burning into her.

"Kindly leave me to my business and I will happily leave you to your drink, you worthless drunk." He finished, his voice very cold and his words sharp.

Hopefully his hostility would drive the annoying woman away, it usually drove away most people. The philterer could not honestly care less whether people liked him or not, his research was the only thing that held any importance to him. Everything else was just a distraction.

[Genesis Libiaer]

The young woman was taken back by this man's sharp tongue. Then again, how she approached him could have very well made a terrible first impression. As far as making new friends, Genesis was not doing so well. Silently chuckling to herself, she looked down at her shoeless feet. "I'm sorry." She began. "I shouldn't have been so rude to you. Especially, because I don't even know who you are." he rocked in the chair a little, and glared at the ceiling. Sitting in awkward silence, expecting life to get easier, but knowing very well it wouldn't. "I know I've bothered you enough as is" throwing a warm smile towards the stranger. " but care to tell me your name?" waiting for a reply, she'd ask a nearby waitress for water instead of her usual choice of ale. Which wasn't like her, but of course she'd had enough for the night, and she still needed to check into an inn for the month. At least until she could find a job, and her own place to live.

[Matthias Kyras]

Matthias was more than a little annoyed that this woman was still sitting at the table. However she had at least apologized, which was more than most of the idiots who usually bothered him. Still he held his glare upon her, his scowl no less deep on his brow. He really did not want company this evening, he just wanted to eat and go back home to continue his research.

The tall dark haired philterer sniffed slightly, "My name is Matthias, if you are so curious. And your damn right you shouldn't have been so rude."

His tone was no less sharp or irritated and when his food arrived he sent the waitress away with a hard look. The meal he'd ordered was nothing special, some soup, a loaf of bread, and some cooked meat on the side but it should sustain him for a while. Not bothering to address the woman, hoping that if he didn't talk to her that she would go away, he set about devouring his meal.

To his credit, despite how voraciously hungry he was he still used table manners. He cut his meat quickly into little pieces and ate them just as quickly, almost forgetting to chew once or twice. Maybe he had been lockedup in his house for longer than he had thought.

[Genesis Libiaer]

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Matthias. Not that you care, but my name is Genesis, and I suppose I deserved that." she began to laugh, and her smile had gotten bigger, and cheesier than before. This is the first real conversation she had in a while. What with traveling, and all. Noticing his food arrived, she'd taken the hint that he no longer wish to be bothered.
"Could I sit here a while longer? I promise not to say anything." her lips pursed together, and her eyes had gotten wide. As if to beg. Almost like a puppy dog. The waitress came back with her water. Genesis picked it up, and said "As soon as I finish this glass of water, I'll be out of your way, Matthias. I suppose it's stupid to ask for the company of a person who doesn't want it, but can you blame me? We all get a little lonely sometimes." smiling as she lifted the glass to her lips to drink, her eyes didn't leave him.

[Matthias Kyras]

Matthias glanced up from the soup he now was ready to start on and gave the woman across from him a long, hard look on his stern features. She was still here? And she actually wanted to be in his company? He amended his thoughts towards the woman, she was not rude or a drunk, just insane. He was deliberately harsh with people so that they wouldn't bother him, most got the message and left the harsh philterer to his own devices.

This odd woman either did not seem to get the message or she did and she just didn't care. Still in the middle of his meal but also wishing to look over his notes, he decided that maybe this, what was her name, Genesis, could be of some use.

He narrowed his eyes, looking at the woman as if it was the first time he was really seeing her. She didn't look very educated but maybe looks could be decieving. It was doubtful that she understood the finer point of his notes or there worth but all he needed was someone to read them to him while he ate.

After a long moment of regarding her thoughtfully he finally spoke, "How long you can stay depends on how useful you are. Tell me, girl, can you read?" Matthias inquired.