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Who: Dorian Carver and You?
What: A night at the Rising Sun.
When: As soon as the sunsets.
Where: The Rising Sun
Notes & Warnings: You can interact with Dorian or just have your own threads in the club with others! EVERYTHING GOES!



As soon as the sun had set Nina Simone's cover of House of the Rising Sun started to blast out of the sound system clear as crystal as the doors were proped open. The club was open to any and all with a simple set of rules by the door the biggest written on fancy text 'The Rule of Haven; All within will be given due respect, violence shall not be premitted inside the doors of the building.' It was one of the few Kindred Laws he still embraced.

Tonights drinks were half priced and the music was pumping everything was set to be fun and full of mischief. Everything in the club was fueled with black lights and made to look classy but fun. Dorian wanted to give the place a retro feel while still not pushing too far back in time. So he had found a compromise. Black lights and modern motif.

The owner himself was sitting at the bar in a red fur coat and black suit. He looked amused out at his club. He was drinking tea from a pretty tea cup just looking amused. Funny how he doesn't drink often but owns a bar.

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When the other spoke to Dorian the song seemed to switch itself To an old classic One of Dorian's favorites, even if it wasn't blues he did love it so. Dorian just grinned at the other.

"Oh no, not at all. You must be new to places like these. You look wonderfully spellbound." Dorian spoke with playful amusement lacing his tone. He loved seeing new people it was always such fun. The green eyes of the vampire looked the other over. He could dig the black on gold look.

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Compared to his summoner robes, these don't mask his form, making him seem smaller to anyone who has seen him in the others. And yet, as simple as these are, Braska is, as always, still wearing his headdress.

"Ah, thank goodness," Braska smiles. "I was worried I'd accidentally been rude." He relaxes, settling into his seat again. His smile changes, shifting from polite to a little shy, of all things, and a little embarrassed, but unmistakably happy all the same. "You're quite correct; I most certainly am." New to places like this, and spellbound. "It's entirely unlike anything I've ever seen."

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Dorian stood about six two so with that head dress he seemed just as tall to Dorian. The outfit alone had him fascinated, the man had a nice enough smell that reminded him of summers long LONG gone but not at all unpleasant.

"No no, I am very hard to offend I assure you. If you had I would make sure you knew right there." Dorian smiled all the same and nodded his head a bit. "Worry not, many things do this to me. Shall I show you about?"

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Ah, yes. You've uncovered the true reason why Braska wears the headdress, Dorian. It is the only way he can compete with his tall guardians. It's also a good tracking device. "Where'd the summoner go?" "Just look for the white tail his stupid hat. There he is!"

"What a relief." By Braska's tone, he's more than a little amused by the idea... And not entirely here in the present, for a moment. He so appreciates straight-forwardness; it's a trait he's always admired. There's a reason it can be found in both Auron and Jecht, even though it frequently led the two to bicker.

He inclines his head politely, but in contrast, his tone is cheerful and casual, "That would be wonderful, thank you. No longer will I have to look at something and wonder, ah, I wonder what that is for?"

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Dorian smiled and nodded some. "I do not believe in dancing around the truth unless it is necessary." He admitted, though when it came to what he was... well that he will lie about a lot.

He chuckled a bit and nodded again. "It is always nice to not have to do that, in fact if you have any questions right now I would be more then happy to answer them!"

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There is a part of Braska, deeply buried, that wants to ask, and when would you find it necessary?, but he stifles it further. This is not the time or the place for where thoughts like that come from.

Braska smiles warmly. "Well, ah, these lights -- the ones that make teeth glow." The black lights. "Do they serve another purpose? Or are they there just to be interesting?"