Training, Training and more training. Angel slipped away before the Unseelie could call for another *adventure*. She had shed her usual leather for comfortable breeches and boots topped off by a loose blouse. She moved through the shadows, entering the quiet inn. Good, no one she knew at this point.

There is, sitting at the hearth, a figure cloaked in black, barely visible under the cloth, save for a hint of pale skin under the hood that might be a sharply pointed chin. Sitting with his back to the flames, hunched over slightly, as if he is perhaps asleep, he makes no move save for the subtle motion of breathing.

She moved behind the bar and started rooting about looking for the stash she knew Sid kept behind the bar. Her eyes flicked from each of the males in the room, settling on the quiet one by the hearth. Like calls to like is what her father always said. A bottle located and paid for, she took down two glasses and moved for a chair by the hearth.

He makes no move or other indication that he has heard anything or has noticed any other presence in the Inn, merely sits quietly, calmly, unmoving. Just visible under the hood, as the girl comes closer, a slight smile can be seen on his lips.

She was seemingly not paying attention to the other in the room. Then again she had no quarrel with him and was content to leave it there. She was rather familiar with the posturing and preening of most of the boys around here. The pale one however was new and a curiosity.

The voice that comes from under the hood is soft, whispery almost, with a certain, strange musical quality to it. "Greetings."

She nodded to him, "(vq) Evening. Drink?" She gestured to the glasses on the side table and the Elven vintage.

There is a motion under the hood that could be him turning his head just slightly towards her, a soft chuckle echoing into the silence of that same musical quality. "I normally prefer bourbon, but then, I have tried little else. A drink would be much appreciated." He doesn't move other than that, and he doesn't pause for breath as he speaks.

She poured the two glasses and slid one over to him. "I some times indulge in the Elven vintages." Her voice was kept low and for his ears only.

He reaches out, the hand coming out from under the cloak covered in a black glove as he accepts the glass of wine, lifting it in a slight salute. "I don?t often meet someone like myself."

She took up her glass in a mirror of that salute. "(vq) There are a few. I tend to only associate with family and a select few friends."

He nods, taking a sip of the wine, the hood still up and mostly concealing his features. (vq) "That may be why I don't see many. I have neither family, nor friends."

She tilted her head to that, though her hazel eyes gave a quick scan to the people entering. "(vq) Perhaps. New to this place?"

He raises his head, his features shown for the first time. Sharp, angular features, with eyes a curious shade of lavender, as he looks towards her, that same curious, slight smile upon his lips. "Indeed I am."

She nodded at that, "(vq) Can understand that. Took me being sent for schooling before I had friends. I am Angelica."

"Angelica." The name is said slowly, and with the other hand - this one showing the same black glove as the other does - brushes the hood back, exposing his head in full, the features framed in a thick fall of black hair. "It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Zabdiel."

She murmured with a smile, "The pleasure is mine, Zabdiel. Do you have a place to stay other than this hole in the wall?" There was a bit of mischief at the way she described the inn.

She looked from him to the flames, then back. "(vqw) Assassination..." The eyes hardened, "(vqw) Ever since Torvien put those bounties on my cousins... I wanted to pay him back in spades."

He regards her again, looking her over carefully. Finally he nods. "I could see you being good at that as well, Angelica... you have the right size, shape... and look." He chuckles. "No one would ever see you coming."

She glanced at him, "(vq) My Cousin, Ciera is better. But I am coming in later to it." She smiled then, "My cousins are like us and I also have a twin."

He raises his eyebrows at that, grinning. "There are two of you?"

She smiled, "If you count my cousins, Four of us."

"Well...if there are that many of you, it is a wonder there are any single men left in this place."

She laughed at that, "Hmmm that would be because Danny and Damien are over protective brothers. Then you get our fathers..." There was that imp.

He smiles, raising an eyebrow at her. "I see, and right they are to be too. So then I take it you are not taken."

There was a bit of a shrug, "You would be right."

He grins then, a small, almost mischievous expression. "That is good to know."

She was smiling back at him, "Hmmm, And you? How many broken hearts in your wake?"

The smile fades somewhat at that, and he looks away, towards the flames, the darker color in his eyes fading to a lighter violet. "My life hasn't permitted anything as such."

There was a light touch to his cheek at that, "Mayhaps that will change."

He sighs, turning his head back into that touch, the eyes a shade darker again. "Perhaps, now that I am no longer where I was."

She lightly ran her fingers along his cheek, "All things are possible here."

He smiles, reaching up with one hand - which somehow seems to have lost the glove that was on it - and taking hers. "One can only hope for such a thing, Angelica. I hope that contending with your father and brothers wouldn't be too difficult."

She laced her fingers in his, "One brother and he's easily Distracted..." She smiled to him, Attraction something she wanted to explore.

He chuckles softly, moving closer to her, his fingers interlacing with hers. "Well... it would be nice to have the presence of a lovely lady as I grow accustomed to this world..."

She moved a bit closer to him, "And that is very possible."

He smiles at that, his other hand coming out and taking her free one. "For that, I am glad, as long as it doesn?t mean your father may end up killing me."

Her fingers lace in his, "(vq) Come, let's head over to the Manor. Maybe sneak up to my room."

He chuckles as he stands, pulling her up with him and in closer, his violet eyes finding hers. (vq) "It's not the getting in that worries me, it's the getting out unseen..."

She smiled mischievously, "Now, darling, you leave that to me."

(Based on live RP by Angelica Rose and Zabdiel Diabolos. Thanks sweetie!)

Scarab eyes moved over to the two that were having their conversation. Oceanic blues viewed them as if studying every single aspect before he smiled behind that mask of a veil and made his way slowly for the counter:

Zabdiel smiles, looking back down at the one heading for the counter again, then back to Angelica. "I don't have any siblings...nor am I likely to. Both of my parents are dead."

She leaned close to Zabdiel, "(vq) I am sorry to hear that."

He shakes his head at that. Looking around, he moves, guiding her with him to a couch nearby. (vq) "My mother...she dies when I was born...and my father..." His voice grows darker at that mention, almost choked at the same time.

She drew him down close to her. A single finger placed on his lips. "(vq) My mother and Uncle are the exceptions not the norm."

He nods to that, settling in close to her and slipping his arms around her waist. (vq) "A fact I know too well. My father... it is because of him my mother is dead. He knew she would die when she had me." His voice darkens further. (vqw) "I killed him for it."

She drew him close and held him, "(vq) Unfortunately, not unusual. Where did you grow up?"

He smiles at that, the dark thoughts of his father and the demon's final words to him fading somewhat. "I grew up in a Catholic orphanage."

She tilted her head, "That would not have been too comfortable a place."

He shakes his head again, smiling. "It was not as bad as you might think. The nuns... they knew what I am, and understood."

She tilted her head, "Understood? Yet you cannot have known a gentle hand growing up?" She asked softly, tenderly.

He smiles at that, chuckling softly. "I knew a few, Angelica. The sisters... they were not the close-minded, rigid people you might expect. They believed that there is some good in all things, no matter their origin."

She nodded a bit and laid her head on his shoulder. "The ones I've known were hypocrites."

He nods, leaning back against her. "It has been the same for me, and yet the ones that raised me were not as such."

She held him close, "(vq) In spite of everything, my parents shielded me and my brother from the worst of it."

His arms tighten around her, his head bowing to touch his lips to that thick fall of dark hair. (vq) "You were fortunate to have such parents."

She nestled in close to him. "(vq) Very, but then I think it was in part the fact my mother remembered what it was like to be mortal. My grandfather was a very hard man."

He breathes a deep sigh, one of contentment at her closeness, his hands moving over her, soft, soothing patterns. (vq) "Such things are not unusual."

She fair near purred with the touches, "(vq) Lots of things are not unusual." She tilted her head to look up at him, "(vq) Does it pull at you, the dual nature and teachings?"

His hands do not stop roaming for a moment, him delighting in that exploration that is at once innocent, and yet not, in subtle ways. (vq)"It... did not... until my father found me." His voice grows quieter. (vq) "Now... I am not sure what the truth is about myself."

She raised her hand cup his cheek, "(vq) The... confusion is not uncommon... My teachings have not be in conflict, but how I feel about this side of me... I do not know."

He turns his head to press his lips to her palm softly. "I know exactly what you mean, Angelica."

She smiled and nuzzled in. "(vq) And surprisingly she is quiet."

(vq) "Your mother, you mean, or...that half of you?"

The eyes closed a moment, "(vq) That half of me."

He tilts his head, looking down at her, his eyes curious. (vq) "It... isn't always?"

She shakes her head, "It isn't vocal, but it is insistent... Like a presence looking over my shoulder." She leaned into him, almost instinctively.

The evening soon found them back at the manor. Conversation was done for the time being as more pleasurable things took precedence.

(Live RP between Angelica Rose, Zabdiel Diabolos with a Cameo by Scarab.)