DISCLAIMER: This RP is an adult RP, there will be some things in it that are not suitable for anyone under 18 (or 21 in some cases).
September, it's the time of year when school is back in session and transitions from summer to fall begin, and the year 2017 is no different than any other; save the rain, which at this point has been off and on for almost ten days. As in any big city it doesn't seem to bother most but there's always one or two that have issues with this weather.
The castle that overlooks it seems inviting but is off limits to the general public, save for the tours that are conducted, the other portions of the city are as one would find in any place...though the residents are not what one would expect...just when someone thinks they know the "true" story behind the residents, they'd be shocked to find just how wrong they are. Sure there's street crime, casinos, a red light district, clubs, shops, and anything else one could think of.
One spot of interest that is often, much the owners relief, overlooked is the Arcana Cabana an occult shop run by Declan Emrys (he uses the surname Robertson as an alias) and his sister Merida Dunbroch. There's much more to the shop than meets the eye...as is there to the owners.
The Arcana Cabana sits on a corner in old town, the building looks merely like an inconspicuous town house, though the bottom is the shop itself and the upper portion is the living area that no one has seen aside from the owners.
On this rainy night, the shop is closing up and the figure leaving it is heading down to the club called the Tea Party run by man known as the Mad Hatter. The figure pulls the hood up on his jacket, to shield the rain a bit and to blend in with the bustle of people going through on their way home from work or the local college. He declines to take a cab, for fear of the wild rides, after all Mr. Toad runs that cab company in this city.
Declan doesn't look imposing as person, if one were not to look to closely at him they'd think he was but merely some bookworm, some know who he is and who his family is, the Dunbrochs are nobility, though he's not on good terms with his father due to abilities Declan possesses...and like his uncle, the famed Merlin, Declan has what his father calls "demon blood" flowing through his veins. It's not exactly accurate, but close.
He makes his way out of old town, now crossing into the part of the city that most of the nightlife happens in, it's not a terrible part of the city but there's always exceptions to all things. Declan makes his way down one of the alleyways trying to avoid the main drag and taking a short cut. Suddenly he stops dead in his tracks as he hears a scraping sound of some punk with a switchblade scraping it across the brick walls.
"Oy! What's book worm like you doin' down this way?"
"I don't see how that's your business..."
"I be makin' it me business, now if ye please 'and over all your cash and we do this nice like."
Declan turns slowly around to size up this punk, he recognizes him as one of the members of the Walrus and Carpenter gang, who in turn answer to the Mad Hatter. Clearly this loser didn't know who Declan was, as the Hatter tries to kiss Declan's ass or anyone with money for that matter.
"Go home, it's not worth it."
As Declan turns back around to walk away, the punk makes a move to attack Declan, who shakes his head as his left hand begins to glow red...before the punk can react half of him lands in front of Declan, the other half remains where he attempted to spring. The flames catch some of the garbage in the alleyway but soon fade as Declan resumes his walk to the Tea Party.
The line to get in is quite long, given it's a Friday night and classes are out for labor day weekend...this is no surprise. Declan moves to the front of the line, much to the chagrin and protests of the long line behind him. The bouncer, a huge man with a heart tattoo, a club tattoo, spade tattoo, and diamond tattoo on his arms. Coupled with the giant gold watch and the bunny ears the man is wearing, gives the impression this is not one to tangle with.
"Oy! Back o' the line mate!"
"I doubt Mr. Hatter would turn away Declan Emrys would he?"
" Old on, lemme check, but if you ain't oo you say you is, you're arse is mine savy?"
Declan said nothing and waited for the goon to check, he was soon greeted by the owner himself...insane bastard he was.
"Oh Declan! How nice to see you my boy, how are you? How's your dad? Your uncle? Please please come inside and by all means send the bill to me!"
Declan smiled and nodded, he did have manners coming up in the family he did, he had to...he could only hope now the police didn't find that smoldering mess in the alleyway. Still he had an agenda and reason for being at this club, though he could tell the Hatter wasn't keen on what he was wearing.
The former apprentice scanned the dance floor, nothing of interest here...he hated this part...socializing was difficult for him, more so due to the fact he had judgments past on him for his powers and not to mention the gossip nobles often spread. The bar it was...then. Approaching it he sat down farthest away from the regulars.
"Cranberry and vodka please, extra lime."
The bartender was dressed in red and black spades and she wasn't one for speaking to the patrons, she seemed relieved that the newcomer wasn't interested in conversation, and slid him his drink, the Hatter had alerted all his food and drink vendors if you will to Declan so he wasn't expected to be charged, but Declan slid a $10 for tip as he turned his back to the bar to get a better view of the area. He could see two balconies that seemed to lead to famed theme rooms for sex and drugs, though he knew he needed to be careful about using his powers here. Taking a drink looked around again to see if he could get a sense of what he was looking for...or who for that matter.