TOBI PARKER
Warlock
Posts: 139
Age:
37
Occupation:
Bartender
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
Bad decisions make for the best memories
Last seen Oct 28, 2024 16:09:17 GMT
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Post by TOBI PARKER on Jan 17, 2024 19:19:40 GMT
Tobi had been running around like a headless chicken since Kai came back, mostly avoiding her parents too but he’d finally taken the plunge and told them. At first his dad was furious Tobi hadn’t told them straight away, but soon backed down when he saw how stressed out his son was. Being killed by his brother was a trauma he still hadn’t processed. It was stored deep inside his memory, but seeing Kai had brought those awful memories back to life. They told Tobi to carry on with as he were, they would deal with Kai. Running back to Europe was totally off the cards by now, meaning Tobi needed to find a job. The manager at the Coffee Bean laughed when he asked for his job back. He handed his resume out to almost every single place in town but heard nothing back. The twenty year gap in his resume probably wasn’t helping, but what could he say? Oh sorry I was dead. Yeah, probably wouldn’t go down that well. However Cassie unbeknownst to her gave him a lifeline when she told him all about Emerald City. Tobi had always thought something weird was going on in that club, but Cassie told him about the vampire bar which sat beneath the club. The one her boyfriend worked in. According to her only vampires and other immortals could work downstairs but nothing stopped him from applying for a job upstairs. He wasn’t going to just give her resume to someone though, he wanted to speak with the owner. Except the owner was otherwise engaged. “Well can you point me in the direction of someone who holds some kind of authority around here?” The girl behind the bar nodded towards another office. Tobi offered her a tight smile before strolling off towards the door. He knocked on lightly, waiting for the voice inside to invite him in. He offered a warmer smile to the man behind the door. “Evening.” He set his resume down on the desk, sliding it towards the man, ‘I’d like a job. Here. Pouring drinks or whatever.” How hard was it to make a mojito anyway? “There’s like a twenty year gap on my resume which I can explain. I was dead, so it was kinda hard for me to get a job, but I was brought back from the other side. Obviously because here I am speaking to you. Annnnd before you get all weird about that I know you have some vampire bar downstairs and the owner is a vampire.” He lowered himself down onto the chair in front of the man’s desk. LUC FOURNIER |
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LUC FOURNIER
Dragon
Posts: 61
Age:
354
Occupation:
Security Operative/Businessman
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Ingrid Nilsen
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Jun 16, 2024 19:00:09 GMT
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Post by LUC FOURNIER on Feb 11, 2024 17:46:15 GMT
If there was one thing this new generation had gotten right, it was the concept of personal days. Have too many errands to run or you’d slept badly (not such a problem considering the make-up of Ingrid’s organisation) and you could simply call in and take a day to yourself. Ingrid had probably scoffed when the request had come across her desk – if Rowan had pushed it that far. Suspicions about just what business he was conducting off of the clock swirling around in her mind, shredding any new found belief that he was dedicated to her again. Well, there was little he could do about it for now. If she was displeased with his little break, she’d have to talk to him about it. He had bigger problems to deal with.
Hector.
Sat behind the desk that still bore the scars of Hector’s tantrum over him conducting business in his club, Luc tried to pick his way through the paperwork Hector usually handled. Kit he could trust to run the club, but downstairs was another matter entirely. One of the foolish young vampires had apparently been fired, leaving Hannya and another vampire who looked like he had barely been old enough to sprout his first pimple when he’d been turned to handle it. Perhaps the baby had Magnus as a guiding hand behind him, but Magnus wasn’t here all the time and if they’d learned anything lately it was that trouble could strike with little warning.
He set receipts for the past two weeks aside. As long as money continued to come in that part didn’t matter. The schedule was dragged into place, his brows knotting. If he could negotiate for more time off with Rowan he could lend more of a hand. It would mean putting himself in Hannya’s crosshairs, but he wasn’t some naïve little vampire, she would have a harder time digging her painted nails into his hide.
The biggest problem was curing Hector of whatever this was. Magnus had taken the lead on that. He’d made sure Hector was safe, locked up somewhere where he could not harm others – at least for a time. Sighing, he reached for the ever present bottle on his desk and poured another glass over half melted ice. Barely a mouthful had rolled like molten gold down his throat before the knock came. Not Magnus, he had the manners to knock, but he was likely more at home here than any of the others.
Eyes locked on the door, Luc called out. ”Come in.” Not Kit or the baby vampire either, although this one didn’t look much older at first glance. Floppy brown curls and a smile that shouldn’t have left him half as suspicious as he was. ”Evening,” he murmured lightly, pausing again as the piece of paper was set down on the desk and slid towards him. Luc touched it lightly, turning it around to himself, but he hadn’t read more than the name at the top before the demand slipped free.
”There’s usually a process to this,”{/b] he muttered, as though he knew Hector’s employment processes. Dark brows furrowed further as he leaned back in his seat to study the man. A twenty year gap? Mon dieu. If there was one story that would’ve qualified him for a job down in the bowels of this place I was dead was it. ”That’s one hell of a tale,” he crooned. ”What’s to make me believe any of it? Except for the word of a man who would try to blackmail his way into a job. That is what that little admission was about, wasn’t it? I’ve heard there’s some weird shit going on, therefore you should let me in on it?” His chuckle was weary as he shook his head. He certainly hadn’t been born yesterday and had been through enough in those centuries to know better than to cave the moment a single finger was bent back.
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TOBI PARKER
Warlock
Posts: 139
Age:
37
Occupation:
Bartender
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
Bad decisions make for the best memories
Last seen Oct 28, 2024 16:09:17 GMT
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Post by TOBI PARKER on Mar 1, 2024 15:28:15 GMT
All his siblings were out there pursuing real careers. The twins were doing something at college and Jo was literally saving lives everyday. Tobi didn’t inherit the ambitious trait that the others did. In fact he shared most of his traits with Kai which was concerning. His mom did her best to convince Tobi otherwise. It was easier to confide in her rather than his dad. Kai’s words had wormed their way into Tobi’s mind. Their dad could have stopped Kai from killing everyone just by being more accepting of his son. No one could understand why Tobi was so desperate to peel himself away from his family and the coven but why would he want to stay? Their coven was fucked up on so many different levels. If their dad was to suddenly drop dead then the rest of them would follow. Tobi’s life was literally tied to his dad’s and in due course it would be tied to either Luke and Liv. There was no freedom for him. His existence was determined by the coven. His entire life had been determined by the fucking coven. Part of him wanted to search for a spell to sever the connection to his dad, but he’d be banished from the family. Just like Kai. They wouldn’t lock him in a prison world, but they’d turn their backs on him. Tobi didn’t have the patience to go through whatever process was in place. As far as he was concerned this casual chat was his job interview. His time to shine or convince the man to give him a job. “Woah. Hang on. I’m not trying to blackmail you but… now you’ve mentioned it. Yes, I’ve heard there’s weird shit going on here and you should let me in on it.” There was a please hidden in his sentence somewhere. He needed a job. Urgently. Perhaps his next step was blackmailing the owners, but he’d probably end up dead before sunrise. “Google it. Parker family, 7th August 2006, Portland Oregon. I was one of the dead kids.” There had been countless newspaper articles following their death. All of them stated the suspect was unknown. Four dead children, one missing. No one knew the missing one was the one behind the murders. “I’m a warlock so perhaps I could be of use around here.” He picked up a stapler off the man’s desk, holding it in the palm of his hands. “Invisique.” The stapler disappeared from his hand. “First spell I was taught.” Classic Gemini coven spell. Nowadays their family home hid behind their spell, thanks to Kai’s return. “Phasmatos Oculacs.” The stapler reappeared and Tobi placed it back down on the desk. LUC FOURNIER |
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LUC FOURNIER
Dragon
Posts: 61
Age:
354
Occupation:
Security Operative/Businessman
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Ingrid Nilsen
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Jun 16, 2024 19:00:09 GMT
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Post by LUC FOURNIER on Mar 11, 2024 16:44:04 GMT
Most pirate crews might have worked at keeping things democratic by voting on any matters involving the ship, but with Hector’s it was always very clear who ran things. Nobody was added to the roster without clearing it through him and whatever Hector said went. That had chafed for him in his first few years on board. The man who had ordered his parents to be slaughtered and their bodies left to the mercy of the sea expected him to follow his every word. Hector was not a God, he certainly hadn’t been his God (although the faith that had driven his family from their home in France to the Netherlands had sputtered out with their deaths). He was a creature that would die at his hands. Oh how the times changed.
Eyeing the young man before him, Luc wondered just how much room Hector would have given him to talk before he tore the heart from his chest or ripped out his throat. An implied threat could be enough to tip Hector’s temper over, even before he lost all sense of self-control. Draining a few litres from the guy would prevent him from burrowing into things here and carrying the information back to the detectives who’d taken an interest in the place. Luc’s gaze dropped to the raw strip of wood on the other side of his desk, it would be easy enough to just destroy the thing now and take this guy out, no matter what he was. His wouldn’t be the first body that had been dragged out of the club after dark. Maybe being dead would stick better for him the second time around.
Luc looked back up as Tobi (who hadn’t bothered to introduce himself, like his resume was enough) started to back pedal on just what he’d been up to here. He reached for his glass again, amusement curling his lips as they touched the rim. ”If it wasn’t blackmail, then what was it, Tobi?” As though he wasn’t familiar with the game of ‘I know what shit you have going on here, give me a piece of it or I’ll make sure it ends’. ”If we employed everybody who thought they knew what was happening here half of the town would be working here.” Weird shit and knowing that Hector was running a bar for his kind wasn’t enough to have him immediately caving.
With anybody else Luc might have just called a stop to things there, but the words dead kids, multiple, had him pausing. What had happened to his own family had left him weak when it came to the death of children. Frowning, he picked his phone to type the details into Google. It took just a second for them to stop popping up. Dozens of results. No absolute proof that Tobi was one of the kids that had been slaughtered, but it was enough to stop him continuing to throw up a smoke screen for now. ”It doesn’t look like being a warlock did you much good then,” he said dryly. Being dragons hadn’t done his family much good up against Hector and his people either.
Reaching for the bottle as Tobi picked up a stapler, Luc watched with blatant disinterest as it was rendered invisible. Liquor splashed into the glass and Luc chuckled. ”Child’s play then? It would take more than a little hide and seek with the office stationery to make you useful around here.” Reaching for a glass and a couple of the other bottles that stood on the cabinet behind his desk, Luc plopped them down in front of Tobi. ”What experience have you got in bartending? I presume you were old enough to drink before you were murdered. Make something that won’t eat through my gut.” As though that was possible with his constitution. If he pushed hard enough there was always the bar upstairs. Kit wouldn’t take well to him shoving some manipulative little shit into his side of things, but if he had no other choice he’d handle the werewolf’s temper.
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TOBI PARKER
Warlock
Posts: 139
Age:
37
Occupation:
Bartender
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
Bad decisions make for the best memories
Last seen Oct 28, 2024 16:09:17 GMT
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Post by TOBI PARKER on Mar 26, 2024 16:35:40 GMT
Tobi knew it was bold to waltz into a bar run by vampires and other immortals and demand a job. Vampires weren’t exactly known for their people skills and warming personalities. Chance of being killed was relatively low though. They’d threaten him first, then he’d leave, telling them to call him if they changed their mind. The man in front of him didn’t look like he wanted to snap Tobi’s neck, yet. There was still time. “Blackmailing is a strong word. It’s more like if you employ me I can help you guys out and if you don’t employ me then fair enough. Also everyone needs the friendly neighbour warlock on their side.” There were whispers around town in certain groups about what was going on at the bar. Tobi too was suspicious and Cassie confirmed everything he thought was true. It was some supernatural place. “And half the town would be dead within a week after going downstairs.” Throats ripped out and drained bodies everywhere. Tobi leaned back on the chair slowly as Luc got his phone out doing some fact checking. He could have lied about the whole thing but that would have been a new level of fucked up. He was desperate for a job, but he wasn’t prepared to make up some story about his family being killed. He let out a sharp laugh, “Kinda hard to do any hocus pocus when your head is being held under water.” They were all a little too slow to react to Kai. If he had the chance to defend himself Kai would have been the one who died. He wasn’t there to impress the man with his magic, only to prove that he was a warlock. “I could spend hours showing you what spells I know, but neither of us have time for that.” His eyes followed the man as he placed the glass and some other bottles down in front of him. Testing him on the very job he was applying for. “Professional? Zero experience.” He got to his feet, picking up each bottle to look at them, “My parents have their own bar, so I’ve picked up some things along the way. I can make an espresso martini and a margarita. My mojitos need improving.” He grabbed two of the bottles before glancing up at the cabinets, “Ah, yes perfect.” He walked over to the cabinet, grabbing another bottle before placing it down on the desk. He poured the three liquids into the glass, carefully. “Negroni. Minus the ice and orange of course.” He said with a smile as he handed the glass to the man. LUC FOURNIER |
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LUC FOURNIER
Dragon
Posts: 61
Age:
354
Occupation:
Security Operative/Businessman
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Ingrid Nilsen
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Jun 16, 2024 19:00:09 GMT
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Post by LUC FOURNIER on Apr 18, 2024 20:00:23 GMT
It might’ve been a strong word, but it was the one Hector probably would’ve used before he ripped the man’s heart out for trying it with him. Hector might have been prepared to walk out of this town if trouble got too close, but he’d likely have hated having to do it for something as ridiculous as one mouthy warlock trying to force his way into a job behind the bar. The club was worth more than that, even if Hector wasn’t in a fit state to see that at the moment.
”I’d take Spiderman over the friendly neighbourhood warlock,” Luc said, his amusement dry in his voice. Hector seemed to have been relying heavily on the blonde girl for all of his magical needs, even if she looked even younger than this warlock did. Maybe that was a good enough argument for having another around – just in case – but every word out of the warlock’s mouth had him questioning whether he could actually trust him to keep his mouth shut about what he knew was going on here. ”I think you underestimate the will power of our customers.” Hector wouldn’t allow that to happen – if he was in his right mind. Right now there was a chance that he’d have been the one decimating the town’s population.
If the warlock had gone through what he’d said he had, then there was a chance he wouldn’t fall prey easily to Hector or the rest of the staff downstairs. His own brother had stabbed him in the back – not literally, apparently the family swimming pool had put an end to him – he should be wary enough to see it coming from anybody else. Luc pressed his lips together as he looked up at the warlock. His own family had gone to a watery grave, although he was almost certain that they’d all been dead when their bodies had been rolled over the side of the ship.
Tobi had no problems showing off his magic here, using it to demonstrate that he’d get on well enough here – as though the job would require the drinks he was pouring to disappear the same way. Vaguely he realised that it would probably be handier for those bodies he’d mentioned, the ones that tended to pile up here with an almost alarming regularity, but he didn’t say it. ”I agree – no time for it, or interest in it. That’s not going to be in the job description.” If he got it.
Luc let out a deep sigh at the news that the warlock had zero experience in what he’d actually come here for. If he’d been wasting his time then he’d better hope he could render a liquor bottle invisible before it was swung at him. ”I’m sure our bar manager can show you how.” But he wasn’t about to press an absolute newcomer on Kit. He’d probably lose an arm if he tried. He swivelled in his seat as the warlock rounded his desk and plucked another bottle off the shelf. Leaning back in his seat, Luc watched as the three bottles were poured into the glass. He’d spent enough decades drinking to recognise the mix before it was handed to him.
Slowly he sipped at the liquor, letting it burn its way down his throat before he set it down. ”That’s one,” he said lightly. He tapped his fingers against the glass before he nodded. He might still get complaints from both Hector and Kit about this, but he was gonna be proactive before the situation here grew more unstable. ”I’ll give you a trial period. Show up at 4 tomorrow. Help set up. If you can make it through a week without being thrown out of here by our bar manager, then you’ve got a job.” If things went as badly from here as he thought they might, then perhaps having another warlock on staff was going to be a relief. Lifting his glass, Luc down the rest of it in a couple of mouthfuls. The clock was already ticking and he honestly didn’t want to find out what was going to happen when it had finished counting down.
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hope to see you in the discord! 
