LINCOLN CROWNE
Vampire
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Emerald City Bartender
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Cassie Luanna
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Post by LINCOLN CROWNE on Jan 4, 2023 21:11:55 GMT
 The rug was so thick that there wasn’t a whisper of sound from his foot drumming up and down. Hannya probably would’ve ended up neck deep if she’d gone rolling around on it, although even Hector’s bank balance couldn’t have bought something plush enough to hide the rest of her. Linc winced at the burst of sound that blared out as one of them turned the TV on. The nail he’d worked between two of his front teeth scraped his gum and washed his mouth with the tang of blood until he swallowed it back. His brows furrowed, his eyes still locked on the flat door instead of whoever had found the remote. There was no point in asking them to cut it out. The only one that might’ve done was Kit, and even he’d wanna know what his problem was. To the others, it was a red flag to some rabid bulls who would piss themselves laughing when he admitted he was worried why the two practically ancient ones among them hadn’t come home. Two old British codgers disappearing for the night on a nostalgia filled trip back to the home land? Pfft, it was nothing. He should do a little chilling himself. Linc thumbed his phone into life again, scowling down at the still blank notification screen. Maybe if it had been any other city, but it wasn’t. This was London and they were less than five miles from Richmond, under four to where the club had squatted like a carbuncle on the arse of the city. It had felt a million miles away when the limo had pulled up outside Hector’s pied-a-terre, the distance seeming to stretch. If any of Wesley’s rats had stuck around after his death they could’ve been on any street corner and it wasn’t as though Magnus wasn’t distinctive. You always remembered the bloke who spoiled all your fun. And the man who’d saved your life more than once – even after he’d been ungrateful the first time and went on to blame him for the second. Another five minutes of the silent drum solo and Linc stood up. It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours when he’d had his … slip … and Magnus had been going out of his mind. This was definitely longer and that mattered, even if both Hector and his dad were old enough and ugly enough to take care of themselves. ”I’m going out for a bit,” he shot over his shoulder, already heading for the door. ”If Hector or Magnus come back, tell them to call me.” Linc grimaced as he jammed his feet into his trainers and grabbed his jacket. Magnus would probably freak if they got back before he found them, but maybe he’d deserve it since he’d vanished first. Just a little bit. The lift slid down almost without a sound. Hector’s place might have been vintage, but it was the expensive, well maintained sort of vintage – the kind that came with a uniformed bloke at the door asking if he needed a car. Linc’s smile was small and polite as he wiggled his phone at the guy like that was an explanation as he walked through the door that was held open for him. It wasn’t like he could tell a cabbie where to go. Standing on the street outside the building, Linc puffed out his cheeks and unlocked his phone again. He swiped through the apps, checking to see if he had Uber on there at least. It had seemed like a smart move when they’d been planning this, even if Hector had arranged for a car. Fuck. He thrust both hands up at the sky, like he was thanking the non-existent big man for the nanny state. It had been Hector’s suggestion after, a way to keep tabs on him, even if Magnus probably had no idea how to work the app. Lucky for both of them he was a 21st century kid, albeit one whose first phone had been the one his dad had bought him. A few taps, some snail paced data connection that took forever to complete the search, and the map was springing up on screen as a black cab turned onto the road, orange light glowing. Linc hailed him and stepped down into the curb as the guy buzzed the front window down. ”Can you drop me here? Thanks.” The driver had pursed his lips as he flashed his phone at him, but then he nodded towards the back and flipped the light off. Glad that the driver didn’t try and chit chat him, Linc stared at the screen for the entire drive, zooming in and out from time to time like it would pinpoint the phone any closer. It was right on the river, but not in any tourist hotspot (nobody was going to call Wapping one of those), and not moving like his body had been tossed in the Thames and he was floating out with the tide. Linc frowned as the cab finally pulled up. He tapped his card on the paypoint, seeming to wake the drive up. ”Wouldn’t have thought that was your sort of place.” Climbing out, Linc stared at the old timey exterior of the Prospect of Whitby. It wasn’t, but for two nostalgic old farts it was perfect. The front doors were locked, but as he worked his way around the back to the narrow balcony he could see the pair of them in there, the table thick with bottles. Catching the eye of a woman behind the bar, Linc gestured to them and got the door unlocked. ”Let me guess,” he grumbled, scowling even as the knot in his gut loosened. ”There was a little accident and they didn’t notice they’d left the two of you in here to drink the place dry. You’re sainthood’s been revoked.” The last was directed at Magnus, his eyes narrowing as his mouth pinched. He wasn’t about to ask where they’d been politely, cause the answer wasn’t that they’d been kidnapped, it had just been neglect and he recognised that clearly enough. He’d had enough practice after all, dragging his mum up the road while his dad – his other dad - had sung up at the sky at the top of his lungs. |
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HECTOR DACRE
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on Jan 15, 2023 20:39:17 GMT
It was nice to get away from the kids and spend time with just Magnus where they could reminisce properly and share stories Magnus probably wouldn’t want Lincoln young ears hearing. Stories that could bring a shiver down his spine. Oh the fun they had, but those times were behind them. More so Magnus than Hector, but Hector hadn’t declared himself a father needing to look after a newborn vampire. Hector just about navigate the streets of London, which was getting increasingly difficult as they bounced from pub to pub, sinking enough pints to put the average man into a coma, requiring a new liver. One bartender tried to cut the two vampires off, claiming they had drank too much. If the place hadn’t been so busy Hector would have launched himself over the bar, ripping the employee apart, but instead he compelled the young man to continue serving them. In fact, he would be serving them discounted drinks for being so rude to his elders in the first place. Whilst Hector couldn’t kill the employee, he could ensure the man would lose his job.
“Wait.” The two were walking down the street, side by side, and Hector fully extended his right arm, colliding with Magnus’ chest to bring him to an abrupt halt. Possibly a little too hard, but he was too busy paying attention to the building across the road. “That’s The Devil’s Tavern… well, what use to be The Devil’s Tavern.” Never it’s official name, but one it was famously known by. There was a new name hanging over the pub now, but Hector had heard that the pub itself still existed. “That guy… Hugh Willoughby… set off from there trying to get to China… bloody idiot.” An embarrassing attempt to discover the North-East Passage to China. Hector headed off across the road and inside the pub. The floor was still the same and a hanging noose still stood out the back. There had been plenty pirates who had swung from that noose for crimes committed by Hector and his crew and he had spent hours inside the tavern trading stolen goods with others. This was a true slice of nostalgia. The crowd started to thin out though and an employee announced it was closing time, but a few sweet words from Magnus and Hector the woman agreed to stay open. Hector thanked her by reaching over the bar, taking a knife off the side and running the blade along her hand, letting the blood drip into a glass. “Marvellous.” He flashed a smirk at the woman before knocking back the glass. A quick sip from his veins and the woman was as good as new. She became his warm blood bag for the evening and for Magnus if he wished. They say time flies when you’re having fun, which must have been the case for Hector and Magnus because neither of them noticed the hours ticking by. The fact it was getting dark then light again should have been a telltale sign, but Hector couldn’t even remember exactly when they left the apartment but he didn’t particularly care. The others were old enough to look after themselves, leaving Magnus and Hector to let their hair down. Until the back door swung open and Lincoln walked in. “We’ve only just started on the spirits… barely made a dent.” He took his glass off the table, finishing the rest of the vodka which lay at the bottom, “Free feel to… um… order yourself a drink and put it on my thingy… my tab.” Suddenly he felt the vodka rush up to the back of his throat, causing him to swallowing harshly, “In fact can you grab me a bottle of…” He paused, his mind trying to thread together what he was trying to say, “A bottle of whiskey. This vodka is making me feel sick.” He needed something to wash away the taste of bitter vodka which lingered in his mouth. MAGNUS DAYNE |
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MAGNUS DAYNE
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Post by MAGNUS DAYNE on Jan 30, 2023 18:26:26 GMT
 ━ evil notions come free ━
If he could find his parents’ graves, he would be sure to visit them before they left. That, he decided, he would do alone. There wasn’t much of a story there━not that Linc would be interested in another boring tale━and he wanted a private moment with his mum and father, though he was sure their ghosts weren’t lingering after all this time. At least, he hoped.
In any case, he wasn’t reminiscing tonight in quite the same way. Magnus and Hector had been out for hours, walking up and down the streets that’d once looked so different. Many of the structures were the same, but all the signs were flashy and colourful, and he’d never seen so many kebab shops in his damn life.
Thankfully, they were interested in any of those. The old boys were out on the town, bar hopping far easier than they could’ve in the old days━everything used to be so spaced out; now, anything you wanted was at your fingertips. It was all in high demand, everything so go, go, go, but that was an old man’s rant for another time. Tonight, he was too deep in the bottle to care. Several bottles, actually. Too many to count… or remember that he should’ve checked in with Lincoln.
But he was not the child here, and the boy was with the others… well, he was with Kit, who was strangely the most trustworthy. There was no full moon scheduled for the duration of their trip, and so the werewolf was left responsible for Magnus’ most valuable possession.
Wandering through the streets with Hector, Magnus found himself far drunker than he thought, especially as he bumped into Hector when the other vampire stopped suddenly. Magnus stumbled back with a chuckle, effectively clotheslined by Hector’s stiff-arm, and slowly returned to his spot, blue eyes sliding lazily up to the establishment. “Ah… yes,” Magnus’ head bobbed in a nod, causing a few hairs to feather forward and kiss his cheekbones. “... Lost at sea. And ‘e called ‘imself a sailor.” Magnus scoffed, though he knew it could’ve been any one of them. But little Hughie had been rich, and that was reason enough for Magnus to tear him down. “Chancellor was the real…” He hiccuped, “... Real man on that voyage.” Simply because his vessel was the only one to last; his crew the only to survive━leading to a successful trade agreement with Russia. Sometimes, Magnus wondered what his life would’ve been like had he become an explorer rather than a merchant.
It had barely changed.
While the inside had definitely seen improvements, and the furniture had been reupholstered, it was virtually the same. Magnus felt the nostalgia rush in like a warm wave, and he could picture sitting here with Hector across the room. The place bustled with their loud, drunken parties, and women flitted around to keep them company. He couldn’t remember any of their names, but the visual was crystal clear.
Another difference was that this place never used to close━at least, Magnus couldn’t remember getting kicked out at last call. But now, bureaucracies had demanded they shut at certain times, and that was terrible for the regular folk who couldn’t compel humans to do their bidding.
They stayed, they drank (alcohol and the pretty bartender), and they reminisced.
Usually, he was far more careful about sharing a two-legged blood bag, but this was different. Well… Magnus was drunk, and had no plans of releasing the woman without patching her up. For now he had those plans, anyway.
He was sure it’d only been a few hours. The sun was rising in the distance, but Magnus was leaned so far back in his chair he was practically laying in it━one arm curled over the top rail, backside near hanging off the edge, long legs extended across the floor. His head was also dropped back, leaving him unable to see the windows.
They were speaking between drinks, but Magnus had been trying to finish the same sentence for approximately three minutes. By the time Linc waltzed in, Magnus had forgotten whatever he was trying to say.
“Hmmmm?” Slowly, his head came up, lips pulling into a lazy, languid smile at Linc. “Sain’ood? When’d I ever…” His mouth was dry. Magnus smacked his lips together and decided to quell the feeling by polishing off… whatever Hector had poured for him. Vodka. He let out a satisfied ahh. “Ya only think ‘f me as saintly because I’m old.” He hummed, “Lots’f life ess… experience. You’ll see when yer my age an’ ya’ve got a lad under your wing. If ya want a lad. Always did. Would’ve been chuffed with a few younglin’s.” Magnus sighed heavily, letting his head slowly drop back again. “Ones who knew I was theirs… for as long as they’d’ve wanted me.” If. That was just the thing… if. And who’d give up a King for an old knight who’d betrayed the man who trusted him most? “I ‘ad plenty ‘f time before I turned, never used it.” Magnus pulled the conversation back and shook his head, “Yer still a child an’ already shootin’ blanks.” He puffed, sad on Linc’s behalf━for the few moments where he could focus.
“Thingy.” Magnus repeated and began to laugh, his whole body rocking on the chair. Slowly, he pushed himself up into an upright position, then hunched forward onto the table’s edge. “Ah… whiskey. Hear, hear.” He nodded and raised his glass, then practically slammed it back onto the table as his hand came down again. “Get yerself somefin’ ta drink, son. Unwind. Ever seen a lad ‘is age so strung up?” Magnus scoffed, his attention drifting to Hector. “Ever seen a squire talk to ‘is mentor that way…? Ah, no, would you’ve ‘ad a squire? Only bein’ a knight for three days an’ all,” He teased, grinning into his glass as he went for another sip, only to find it was still empty━the revelation turned his smile upside down in an instant.
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LINCOLN CROWNE
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25
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Emerald City Bartender
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In a Relationship
Partner:
Cassie Luanna
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Last seen Nov 11, 2024 18:54:46 GMT
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Post by LINCOLN CROWNE on Feb 19, 2023 17:02:14 GMT
Magnus wasn’t his dad. He wouldn’t have said that aloud. If he did it would’ve left Magnus with that slapped face look, hurt shining out of him like the glowing imprint of a hand on his cheek. The arsehole who’d actually given life to him had rarely used his hands, but the times he did, when the kid he hadn’t wanted had stuck his nose in, it had stung, the shock of it leaving him mute. Magnus would’ve been the same, and it wouldn’t even have been what he meant.
His sperm donor, both his parents, had left him for days at a time, whether Mrs Graham was there or not. Why worry about some social worker turning up to take your kid when you barely noticed you had one in the first place?
’Y’alright Linc? They’re in the back. You got anythin’ to pay off what they owe?’
Cause there was always some sort of tab and neither one of them had a clue how to pay it off without wiping out their child benefit. Back to square one whenever it arrived, back to him eventually going to look for the pair of them. Wesley hadn’t been the first pub or club owner to start to know him by sight. It was their pattern, the only thing he’d known until Magnus had pulled him out of that hell hole. Magnus was different, he was the sort of father who wouldn’t leave their kid alone in a rat trap of a flat to starve when he’d barely been more than a toddler, he wouldn’t vanish for days at a time without a word, which was why this had been out of character.
For Hector? Not so much. Maybe that was why he should’ve realised this was coming before he’d found the two of them. Hector had always seemed to him like he’d been everywhere, done everything and was now above it all. There definitely hadn’t seemed to be a sentimental bone in his bone, that was all Magnus – he’d turned this trip into a journey back to his human life, practically introducing his new son to his old one. Maybe he’d been wrong though, Linc realised, as he spotted where the pair of them had disappeared to. Maybe this was both of them regressing back to their old ways, their old haunts.
They were still redeveloping these old spots down on the Thames – it had been one of the only reasons Wesley had gotten away with what he was doing in the old warehouse for so long. Blocks of flats, probably going for more than any of them could afford outright except for Hector. Slick exteriors and gentrified little boutiques springing up, leaving places like the pub as isolated islands of what London had been like. Acting as beacons for old farts doing exactly what they would’ve complained over him doing.
Now he knew they were alive at least, and whole in Hector’s case – he wasn’t sure quite how Magnus was doing with him sprawled there like some lizard in the sun – Linc felt his fear edging out like the tide. They were both oblivious, probably about 90 proof themselves at this point. Linc shot his dad a look as he slowly lifted his head, that sloppy, half-cut smile creasing his face, then his brows hitched in Hector’s direction. ”I don’t think you’ve only just started on anythin’.” For the two of them to be this rat arsed there can’t have been much alcohol left in the whole of London.
The woman was slipping back behind the bar nodded to the hatch, gesturing for him to help himself. It was obviously what the pair of them had been doing all night, maybe not even just here. ”At this point you probably could’ve bought the place, would’ve cost you less.” He’d have told Hector that he was done, but that was a line he wasn’t stepping over with the bloke that was keeping him employed. ”You’re saintly, cause usually you don’t disappear for a whole day without a word. I usually can’t go a couple of hours without you checkin’ in.” It had been more often right after. There was a bitter rush up his throat at the thought, one he washed back by pouring himself a splash of coke in the bottle of a glass. Linc swallowed it down fast, offered the woman a small smile, she didn’t deserve the sour of his worries over the disappearance of his dad. ”Thanks,” he murmured to her, turning to check the shelves – not that he was gonna be trying to catch up at this point.
There was slim pickings behind the bar, the place had probably already been picked mostly clean by the pair of them. He poked through, looking for something Hector would approve of – Magnus definitely didn’t need more at the moment, not when he was already in a proselytizing mood. Linc’s face settled into those grim lines as he started on about his lads, the younglin’s he hadn’t had a real chance of having given that his girlfriend had turned him someone who’d permanently be shooting blanks. The ones he’d had didn’t know that he was actually their dad from the sounds of things. He was meant to be Magnus’ chance of a do-over, although there wasn’t much chance of him making Magnus a real grandfather. ”Trust me, it wasn’t a life choice I was lookin’ to make,” Linc said quietly. ”I thought you were meant to be some sort of ladies man before. Was he?” He looked at Hector, like somehow all of Magnus’ secrets would spill out now.
Magnus seemed to come to life suddenly, laughing at Hector’s fumbled recall of the word tab as though it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. Linc sighed, finally picking out a bottle and a couple of glasses to take back to the table. At least they’d sober up pretty fast once they stopped. He put the whiskey bottle down with a purposeful thump in front of Hector. Vampires probably didn’t get hangovers, but the two of them were gonna pay for scaring the shit out of him one way or another.
He gave his dad a nudge in the legs with his foot as he sat at the table. a small measure of the whiskey. ”You want me to let go?” That definitely wasn’t his dad talking, this was young, single, carefree Magnus, clinging onto those glory days like usually the thought of him getting unstrung wouldn’t choke him with fear. ”You were a knight too?” Linc asked Hector. ”Were all the knights this crabby, or was it just him?” Tipping his head towards his dad, Linc finally managed a ghost of a grin. There were times he’d maybe overstepped a line with the way he’d treated Magnus, but not today and he’d see that when he wasn’t pickled.
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HECTOR DACRE
Vampire
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Age:
765
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Business Owner
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Single
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I made the devil run
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on Mar 31, 2023 14:05:36 GMT
A real sailor wouldn't have found himself lost at sea. Hector knew the sea like the back of his hand and could easily navigate his ship from one country to another by simply following the stars. It was a skill he had never forgotten, much like people don’t forget how to ride a bike. He glanced out the window of the pub, eyes focused on the dark river than lay outside. Even though his feet were firmly back on land he did miss the sea, but things wouldn’t be the same as before. For starters, pirates were a dying breed. He’d heard of some sailing North Atlantic Ocean, but they were nothing compared to Hector and his crew. They were amateurs. He tried to focus on whatever the hell Magnus was trying to say, but his body was swaying side to side slightly as he listened to Magnus repeat the same thing, trying to thread together his sentence. What the hell were they even speaking about? Hector tried to pull himself together when Linc arrived. They were all off duty, meaning he could shrug off his manager jacket but he didn’t want to come across as completely wasted in front of the younger vampire. Hopefully Magnus would take the award for being the most trashed out of the pair, but it was neck and neck. Arguably they should have called it a night hours ago, but it wasn’t like they were going to wake up with a raging hangover nor did they need sleep. Why hadn’t Hector thought of that sooner? “Magnus… let’s buy this… let’s buy this pub.” He could have the cash ready to buy the place in less than half an hour, but it wasn’t as easy to buy property anymore. So many hoops to jump through. Hoops which Hector refused to jump through. He didn’t need some fancy solicitor signing papers to make everything legal. “Saintly?” He let out a hearty laugh as he balanced his elbows on the table carefully, although the left elbow managed to slip off the end causing him to stumble a little in his chair, “That’s funny… saintly.” He chuckled again to himself as he managed to prop his left elbow back on the table. It seemed like Hector was the only one who was happy to be shooting blanks. He could jump into bed with any woman he wanted without having to think about the consequences. “None of us chose to be turned Linc.” The younger ones seemed to be carrying around a tiny violin sometimes, complaining that they didn’t want to be a vampire, “If I hadn’t I would have died anyway… here’s to typhoid fever… and my dad who told me to go home and… and wait to die.” He picked up his empty glass, knocking it back before realising there was nothing less. With one eye open he peered into the glass. Then he remembered he’d sent Linc off to get some whiskey. “Your dad got all the ladies…” He placed his glass back down as he looked over at Magnus, “Seems like he has gone cel…” He hiccuped loudly, “Celibate in his old age though… there was a time women would throw themselves at him.” Like the one who had thrown herself at both men centuries ago when they were sitting in this exact pub. Magnus was right though, Linc did need to unwind a little bit. Maybe a few bottles of whiskey would help bring him out of his shell too and maybe to his and Magnus’ level of drunk. “No because I died long before that… also… and I want this on record.” He glanced over at Linc for a moment, “I was a knight for like…” He brought his right hand up as he tried to count on his fingers how long it was, but it was pointless, “For many years.” His career probably would have spanned into decades like Magnus’ had, but he had no choice but to flee his village after he died. He reached forward, grabbing the bottle of whiskey before taking a huge mouthful, “He’s… he’s not that crabby… just an old man.” Hector had ticked off more birthdays than Magnus, but he still considered his friend to be the older one. His concentration drifted off as he focused on the wall behind Linc, “Thieving bastards.” He clumsily slipped off his chair, moving around the table and towards the wall staring at it in disbelief. He reached up and ripped a ship wheel off the wall with ease, just like Magnus had ripped the TV off the wall a few hours after arriving. He turned back to the other two as he studied it carefully, “Look… this belongs to my bloody ship.” He stumbled over to the table, pushing the glasses out of the way to make room before placing the wheel down on the top, “Bachelor’s Delight.” He trailed his finger across the gold inscription on the inside of the wheel. MAGNUS DAYNE |
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MAGNUS DAYNE
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"You waste time trying to get people to love you, you'll end up the most popular dead man in town."
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 15:53:50 GMT
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Post by MAGNUS DAYNE on May 8, 2023 0:24:00 GMT
━ evil notions come free ━
Except when he was callin’ Magnus saintly. Well, he tried, but he didn’t usually succeed. Perhaps drinking both his and Hector’s weight in alcohol wasn’t quite there, but ah, he was on vacation! And he was mourning his great-great-great (he could carry on forever) granddaughter. He and Edward had mourned many this way.
“That ain’t sain’ood, lad. That’s bein’ a father.” He puffed, thinking about his family and the years that’d passed since it was possible to make any descendants. It’d been a lot of years.
But Linc would never have the option again, and while that was Magnus’ fault, he’d hoped they’d gotten through that. He’d hoped Linc would understand, from Magnus’ own story, that he’d gotten less of a choice himself. Magnus had done this to save Linc, not to turn him into a bloodthirsty monster. Unfortunately, Linc chose that as another moment to take a jab. It scored deep.
“Aaaaaye. And ‘ere’s to a woman who loved me too much… wanted t’keep me forever. A manipulative bitch I loved with all me ‘eart,” He said around a bit too much saliva, and raised his empty glass, waving it unsteadily in the air in Hector’s direction to join in on the toast. The glass clattered down, and Magnus let out a belly-deep chuckle at Hector’s affirmation of Magnus’ reputation. “Ah… per’aps I’ve learned it’s better t’ave one woman ya truly love… so long as she don’t take ya down with ‘er.” He winked sloppily at Linc before finally sitting up and collapsing onto the table, laughing hard at Hector’s use of thingy.
“Hmmmmm,” Magnus hummed as Hector claimed his knighthood lasted longer than a few days, his eyes narrowing suspiciously at his friend. “I’ll give ya five days. Five days’all it was.” He slurred, combining the words as he nodded twice at Linc, like he was the one who needed to understand what Magnus was saying.
He reached out and took the bottle once Hector was done with it, filling his glass and then taking a swig from the bottle itself. “Old man.” Magnus scoffed, looking back to Hector. “‘Avin’ responsibilities makes ya crabby. Y’know they all think you’re crabby, eh?” Magnus smirked, getting a ton of amusement out of teasing his friend. “Real fuddy-duddy. Stick in th’mud boss.” He snickered, leaning back in his chair and taking his glass with him. He didn’t relax quite as much as last time, but his posture was certainly terrible as he downed nearly half of his drink.
Magnus looked up again as Hector began to hum and haw, a wide grin breaking across his features as he watched his friend totter across the room and rip a wheel off the wall. “Can’t be doin’ that, Magnus,” He repeated Hector’s sentiments from before (when Magnus removed the God-awful ambience-ruiner from the wall), his voice muffled by the inside of his glass. He sipped and then raised his brows when the wheel clattered to the table top. “Ah, takin’ it ‘ome, are ya? Might as well remove the plane’s steerin’ and put this one on. Might make ya a better pilot.” Magnus snickered again, shifting his weight forward to stand and playfully punch Hector in the arm.
He didn’t make it, though.
Magnus leaned forward and lost his balance, going sideways with an incredible lack of grace. He was a thump on the floor in an instant, rolling onto his back and laughing hard, especially as he realized he hadn’t spilled a drop from his glass. “Ah-ha!” He shouted, raising it in the air triumphantly.
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Vampire
Posts: 105
Age:
25
Occupation:
Emerald City Bartender
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Cassie Luanna
Played by:
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Last seen Nov 11, 2024 18:54:46 GMT
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Post by LINCOLN CROWNE on May 21, 2023 19:39:08 GMT
Who’d had to scrape these two up the last time they’d done this? Obviously, it had been 1625 the last time it’d happened, but surely someone had needed to pull the pair of them out of it, dragging them home likely like to trying to herd wet cats, ones who could bite your arm off if that affable drunk thing went bad. Linc puffed out a breath, his gaze ticking back and forth between them as Hector sat there swaying like he was actually on board a ship and Magnus gabbled away like he’d just been freed from a vow of silence. Maybe he should’ve bought one of the others, they’d have wound him up over worrying about two vampires old enough and ugly enough to take care of themselves, but it would’ve meant he wasn’t trying to keep both of them on their feet on the way back. He wouldn’t have to compel some cabbie into ignoring what was going on in the back either, cause in this state neither one of them had a mental filter engaged.
He cut a glance at the bartender, standing beside him behind the bar, she had to have been heavily compelled not to be blinking at any of this. That probably meant she’d be alright after, even if the empty bottles baffled her at some point. Linc’s gaze cut back sharply as Hector seemed to leap on one word in the ten he’d spoken. ”You can’t just go around buyin’ things up like this is Monopoly,” he hissed. His brow furrowed, or maybe you could when you had as much money as Hector had, and he wasn’t even about to ask just how much Magnus had in the bank, if he trusted them enough to actually put his money in one. Pride filled his chest at Magnus’ praise, but he was already too baffled. ”You’ve got a house in Whitechapel too? At some point we’re goin’ through all of this.” When either one of them was sober enough to reveal just how much of London they actually owned – probably more than the Royal family – they were going to have to talk.
This trip had definitely started to take the blindingly high shine off of Magnus for him. At first it had been hard to live up to – the knight on his white horse sweeping in, his armour glistening to brightly that it was hard to look at – but Magnus wasn’t the saint he’d accused him of being now. He was a man trying to make up for a past that hadn’t been perfect and that made him more human somehow. Hector too. He was normally tightly laced, all smart suits and imperious attitude, but him sliding off the end of the table as he bellowed over his opinion of Magnus had Linc snorting. ”I don’t wanna know what else he’s been up to…” he warned as Hector dragged himself back up. He didn’t want too much tarnish building up, or something worse than ‘I slept with my surrogate son’s wife and fathered the entire modern royal family’ to emerge. ”That’s why I didn’t recognise it then,” Linc said matter of factly, his gaze ticking to Magnus again. This was the first proper dad he’d had and for more than a year of being a son he’d thrown the whole thing back in a good man’s face.
If he was gonna pass on all the lessons Magnus had taught him then this situation was the only way he had into it – a kid that wasn’t his own. Would that be a sticking point if him and Cassie ...? Linc felt the apology for jabbing at Magnus over it well up in his throat as he thoughtlessly threw the gift he’d been given back at him. He didn’t say it aloud, just held on hard to his own glass as Hector’s truth spilled out on a toast made with an empty glass. That was shitty, his dad obviously not Magnus’ sort, a man who’d done all he could to save a boy who wasn’t his own’s life. ”To shitty dad’s and bitches,” Linc murmured, the only one who actually tossed back his drink in a gulp. He carried his glass and the bottle back around the bar. ”Back when they were blind?” he asked, his lips curling. Considering how much Jo was around – Magnus’ best friend’s wife – he wasn’t sure the celibacy thing was gonna last too long. A shudder still ran down his spine at the thought of it, nobody ever wanted to think of their parent in that way.
Magnus’ amusement spilled out as he returned to the table. All these stories would be brought back up later, once both of them were sober enough to feel at least a little regret over what they’d let spill. That love of one woman comment definitely hadn’t been about him and Cassie, but when it came down to another bout of looking like he had an ulcer hit Magnus over who his son was associating with, he’d bring it back up.
”Five days … sounds about right.” Linc’s lips tipped up at the corners, a smile shared with Magnus. Hector could try and count it up on his fingers, but he’d rely on Magnus’ memory over the old pirate’s. Bypassing the glass he could’ve filled, Hector went straight for the bottle, leaving Linc wincing. ”You sure? You’re just as old …” And often just as crabby, although it hit different coming out of the younger face. Magnus was already scoffing at the idea, grabbing the bottle straight out of Hector’s hand as he sipped at his own glass. ”He’s not wrong,” Linc admitted, hoping Hector wouldn’t remember this in the morning. ”Puckered up.” The both of them.
The liquor was vanishing fast. Pretty soon he imagined Magnus would slide right off of his chair and Hector would end up outside, through the door he’d come in by, going head first over the railing and into his river. ”Oi, can we not trash the place,” Linc said with a wince as a wheel came off the wall and Hector wove his way back to it. Blue eyes narrowed before it was set down on the table and he ended up cackling. Linc prodded a finger at it. ”Bachelor’s Delight? Sounds like a Chippendale’s party boat.” It was just another indicator that they should’ve been done here though – Magnus’ calling Hector by his own name added proof.
Downing the rest of his drink, ignoring Magnus’ heckling of Hector, Linc began to push to his feet. He shot the bartender, still standing there oblivious to the mess. ”Sorry, I’ll make sure they pay for all of this.” Maybe he’d make Hector sign a check – a big enough one to patch the place up, even if they didn’t end up buying it. Before he turned back, there was a clatter, Magnus hitting the floor like a tree that’d been axed. Jesus. He was already wincing, but Magnus was rolling onto his back, laughing like it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen, holding up his glass – how the hell had it stayed full? – in triumph. Nope, they were done.
He raised his chin to Hector as he bent beside his dad, plucking the glass from his hand smoothly – he’d had plenty of practice at that after all. Linc set it down on the table behind him. ”Why don’t you grab your wheel and that bottle and we’ll get this little party back on the road, eh? Come on, dad. Gonna get you some air.” And that cab, the one he hoped neither one of them would end up throwing up in. Linc slipped an arm under Magnus, feeling those paper thin spectres of his past wrap back around him as he tried to haul the dead weight upright. At least he wouldn’t have to suffer the ill effects of a blazing hangover – including the smack round the face for the headache he wasn’t causing – come morning.
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HECTOR DACRE
Vampire
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on Jun 9, 2023 21:27:15 GMT
Hector’s gaze cut to Linc like he’d just said something silly. Of course he could go around buying everything, he had the money to do so. So, if they wanted the pub, they could have it. “Ah yes. Our house in Whitechapel… Jack the Ripper would sometimes stay with us until he went and… well y’know the story.” His comment was directed towards Linc, hoping the boy at least knew who Jack the Ripper was, otherwise he would be jamming a history book down Linc’s throat tomorrow. Maybe after that they could go and visit their old house, to see what had become of it. Hector’s mind was already buzzing with ideas to revamp the place and rent it out. Calling Magnus saintly was like calling Hector saintly. He wasn’t going to sit there and reel off all the stories to Linc about his dad, including how the pair actually met. Now that would have been a conversation killer. Linc wasn’t stupid though, he knew Magnus had been around long enough to make mistakes. There was a time Magnus would be drinking straight from the vein and encouraging Linc to do the same. Times changed though and so had they. Still it was fun to sit there in the pub and reminisce. The alcohol had loosen his tongue a little though, sharing a piece of his human life with Linc. He’d always kept his personal life to himself, sharing the bare minimum with his staff but tonight his dad slipped into the conversation. Linc phrased it perfectly too, “Shitty dads and bitches.” The perfect toss, shame he had nothing to knock back though only fresh air. It started to dawn on him that he was trashed, but looking over at Magnus it seemed like he was even more trashed. “Once you find that one… one true love it’s impos… impossible to love again.” But Evelyn wasn’t a manipulative bitch nor did she take Hector down.
“Five days?” Hector exclaimed loudly, “No… no… Linc.” His attention diverted over to the other vampire, “It was a few years.” He just didn’t have the brain power to count how many years it was, considering he was slowly fading away, barely keeping his body in the upright position. But he nearly fell off his stool when Magnus announced all the staff thought he was crabby. “First of all… I’m older.” It was a point he loved to put across to Magnus, “Secondly I’m not crabby… or fuddy-duddy whatever the hell that means… no. I’m fun just… “Avin’ responsibilities makes ya crabby.” He repeated what Magnus said, putting on his best Magnus impression which was pretty good. But it was true, the responsibility of the club had eroded away at him, turning him into a cranky old man. Maybe this was a little wake up call though, telling him to ease up a little. All that was forgotten when he spotted his ship wheel. Magnus started it though by ripping the television off the wall as soon as they arrived. “It was a fitting name.” All the men who stepped onto his ship to serve were single. They devoted their life to the ship, not to marriage. “I’m a bloody good pilot.” He retorted quickly as Magnus tried to lean over to punch him. It was the slowest punch he’d ever seen, but Magnus never landed in. Instead he landed on the floor, causing Hector to roar with laughter. “There we have it… proof I can watch… no, hold my liquor more than you.” Linc was already offering a hand to Magnus though, pulling him to his feet. Clutching onto his ship wheel, he staggered over to the bartender, wobbling more than usually with the weight of the wheel in his arms. “Thank you for your hospitality tonight darling… go home and forget everything you saw tonight.” Despite heavily slurring his words the woman understood what she was being told to do. This time tomorrow the pub would belong to him and Magnus anyway. Outside they managed to flag down a cab, which took multiple attempts as Hector was holding onto a ship wheel. Finally one pulled over and Hector clambered into the front seat, convincing the driver he’d won the wheel at bingo. He dug around in his pocket and handed the man a stack of cash, far more than the cab fare was. With difficulty Hector dragged himself out of the cab. Thankfully he had Linc there to help him find his keys, open the door and let them all inside. Hector didn’t even make it to his bedroom. He passed out on the stairs, holding tightly onto his ship wheel. MAGNUS DAYNE - wrap with yours? |
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MAGNUS DAYNE
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"You waste time trying to get people to love you, you'll end up the most popular dead man in town."
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Post by MAGNUS DAYNE on Jun 23, 2023 17:33:33 GMT
━ evil notions come free ━
He scoffed at Hector’s insistence of “a few years,” and when he mentioned their age difference, Magnus lifted a hand to cover his mouth, shielding it from Hector, though he didn’t bother to lower his voice. “By five days.” He stage-whispered, winking at Linc before his arms dropped lazily to the table. He cackled when Hector impersonated him, then took a long swig to commemorate it.
“Chip… Shippen’ales,” Magnus chuckled, then mocked Hector with his mouth half buried in his drink, making it his turn to impersonate Hector. Well, he didn’t change his accent, just grumbled the same words spoken to him earlier.
He didn’t hear Hector’s triumph as he rolled over on the floor, laughing too boisterously, hearing the whooshing in his ears that reminded him of the sea. He stared at the liquor floating around in his glass, beaming at it as it hovered unsteadily above him. “Pay for it?” He scoffed, “Pay for th’bar’s more like it… the wheel’s ‘is anyway, so… belongs ta ‘Ector either way,” Magnus wasn’t sure of his argument by the time it was done, but Linc was there to peel him off the floor, stealing the glass from Magnus’ hands.
“Oi,” Puffing, Magnus went begrudgingly with his son, grinning by the time he was on his feet. He turned to Linc, clasping both the boy’s cheeks in his hands. “Love that yer callin’ me dad. Only took goin’ ‘alfway ‘cross th’world t’ave ya sayin’ it.” He chuckled, then gave Linc a loving, good-natured, but very wet kiss on the forehead.
Before they could go, though, he turned and grabbed the glass Linc had set aside. “Ya looked like ya’d be a good shag!” He toasted the bartender as Hector compelled her, then downed his drink, suddenly frowned by the time the glass was on the table. Slipping away from Linc, he traipsed up to her solemnly, frowning with his head hanging. “I’m sorry for that, love, ’s’rude’fme.” It sounded like four words slurred into one, and Magnus dug into his pocket for some cash, handing it to her. “You’ll be th’first one t’get a raise when we buy th’place.” Though she wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning.
Once the girl took the money, Magnus found his way back to Linc, only slamming his hip into the table once before he dropped his arm heavily around Linc’s shoulders.
They managed to stumble into the street and find a cab, and, once they were home, Magnus trailed behind Hector, his arm around Linc again. Hector hadn’t made it up the stairs, and while Magnus could’ve tried to step around him, he didn’t bother. “S’looks like a good-ah place ‘s any,” Magnus mumbled, then stopped walking and began to lower himself to the soft carpet, spreading his palms out on it. He beamed up at Linc again, lifting one hand to clasp his boy’s bicep and hold him there. “‘Ave fun with yer life, Linc… can’t be so broody all th’time. Got unlimited centuries t’remake yerself. Yer responsible, s’good, but… let go sometimes, huh?” He chuckled, giving Linc’s arm a little squeeze. “I love ya, boy. Not s’pposedta ‘ave a favourite from yer kids, but you…” He narrowed his eyes slightly, then gave a curt nod like he was desperate to stay on track. “Yer a good… fuckin’ egg. You saved me s’much as I saved you, you ‘ear me?” Magnus dropped his head back with a thud, slowly letting his hands drift down, then slap onto his own stomach. “Give me pur… purpose.” And with that, Magnus was out, cuddled into the plush carpet beneath him.
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