14897/Running into gods.. is this my life now

Running into gods.. is this my life now
Date of Scene:	05 April 2023
Location:	The Bronze, Sunnydale
Synopsis:	another meeting another time perhaps!
Cast of Characters:	Phobos, Sabrina Spellman

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Phobos has posed:
    For too long the young man known as Alexander Aaron hadn't made it back to Sunnydale. Not that he was avoiding the place, mind you. But more that of late his life had taken a turn. Or two. Perhaps even more. He had been on an operation on another continent that had ended wildly and with him traveling across the ocean. Then there was having to explain to his father certain exorbitant expenses that were applied to his account. Luckily that hadn't been too horrible of an experience.
    But now with the next three days off and some time to himself, Alexander had made his way back to this old stomping ground. Perhaps on the off chance of running into an old friend or two. He should have called ahead assuredly, but if he did... then that implied social obligations and he... wasn't quite ready for that.
    As soon as he stepped through the front door, slipping past the bouncer, he was greeted by a smirk given by the bartender. "A-A-Ron. The hell are you doing back here?"
    The young man with the pale hazel eyes looked across the distance at Janice and gave a nod. "Been away for a bit."
    "No shit," She said with a smile even as she started to pour him one of their horribly over-priced non-alcoholic drinks.

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
     A little blond girl is here, she kinda stands out thanks to her rather Dark, almost sinister-looking black dress. Her pale skin and bright blond hair grab attention when contrasted with her blond hair and pale skin. The deep red lipstick also helps as she seems to do an almost 50s style of movement but it seems to work.

     she's clearly by herself enjoying the music and not caring if anybody wants to dance with her or not

     To somebody like Alex he can feel some otherworldly power on her. Something Not right is coming off that girl.

Phobos has posed:
    And if she were so sensitive herself, she might well catch a hint of the Other that comes from that young man who stands at the bar. Though really he's a bit older than the usual clientele. Perhaps one of those weirdoes that hangs out with high school kids even though they've moved onto college. Still, there is a curious look to him. Those eyes are the main draw, distant and eerie. But that smile he has for Janice. It's a smile that lights up his features with a warmth that is something else entire.
    After a few minutes he takes his drink with him, giving a nod of thanks once again to the bartender. He turns and starts to move across the room, though there is that subtle hint of something else when his gaze sweeps over the young woman in black. Curiousity piqued, he turns and within a few moments he's there.
    Tall, an inch over six foot. He wears white sneakers and loose blue jeans. A black t-shirt hugs the contours of his chest and advertises a kitten with an eyepatch holding up a cutlass. Above the kitten is a caption that says simply, 'It's a Mew-Tiny!' Though, in all fairness, the t-shirt is hidden a bit by the brown leather bomber jacket he wears.
    "Hey." His voice is calm, at ease, despite her 'aura'. "You... seem like someone that might know a particular young woman known as Buffy." A beat, then he adds, "Or Faith."

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
Sabrina Spellman Stops as she looks over at the big guy. She's not that tall but she doesn't seem that intimidated by the size of the guy looking up at him. She continues to swing her legs as if still semi dancing.

     Her eye's light up a little " I know Faith " She says softly " I don't know this buffy person.. I only recently got back, I live in the next town over " she grins " But I made friends with faith " .

     She blinks and frowns a little, sensing something about this man but she doesn't wanna cast magic just in case.

Phobos has posed:
    Lips parting with a small nod, Alexander smiles easily enough. "Faith," He holds up a hand about a little less than a foot taller than him. Then he tilts his head to the side and murmurs, "Brunette? Wild? Sometimes horribly horribly violent?" He asks those questions as he lifts his chin slightly, looking for an answer.
    But then he presumes perhaps that indeed it is the same one that they're speaking of. He leans against the railing around this part of the Bronze, not quite joining her or asking permission to sit at her table. But hovering near enough to discuss without the need to shout considering that the music this night isn't too terribly loud.
    "We used to hang out ages ago. Is she well?" No mention of vampires, nor other horrid creatures. But she might sense the subtext to his words.

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
Sabrina Spellman Blinks " Likes to drink.. Party and crack skulls, yeah that's her .. wild and horribly violent are good words to use " She grins as she walks over to the side with him easier than yelling on the dance floor .

     the music seems to change though when she leaves going more new school. He would smell some magic in the air from that as she moves to grab her drink, trying to hydrate before she looked at him " So what are you ? " . She asks this while snapping her fingers, and he can sense a sound barrier coming around them .

Phobos has posed:
    Those eyes lift and rolls slightly as if he could 'see' the hint of the air bubble around them. Though he can't. More he can sense that shift of air pressure, that subdued sound around them. A curious thing. Yet he doesn't answer her question at first. Instead. "You wouldn't happen to be a friend of Willow's?" He asks with a tinge of curiousity.
    But then he gestures to the side slightly with his drink. She asks him what he is and he smiles calmly, "What am I?"
    He wraps his lips around his straw and takes another long sip of his fruit drink, until it makes that gurgling sound when a straw no longer serves its purpose. "I'm thirsty."
    Which was a good enough answer for now.
    Then he offers his hand, "Also, I am Alexander. Or Alex. If we are to be friends."

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
Sabrina Spellman She cocks her head " No I haven't met her either but Faith did say I should meet her, Didn't say anything about you " She sighs and puts her hands on her hips " But yes I'm a witch.. so you can either tell me or I can find out.. I'm just trying to be polite. Mr doesn't answer the question properly " .

     She motions, "It's a normal language barrier people here, normal conversation and nothing of the crazy stuff Mr oozing so much power it's not funny".

Phobos has posed:
    "I know, I don't. I really don't."
    Yet that doesn't seem to bother him too much, his smile a warm thing and amused. He nods a little, "But you're a witch, interesting. You... dress the part somewhat." He offers with a quirk to his eyebrow as he gives her a once over, eyes dropping then rising back to meet her gaze. "Is it just personal taste or is it part of a coven's requests that you have to dress a particular way?"
    There's only curiousity in his voice, no judgment nor malice. His eyes distance somewhat for a moment, then return to hers. "The other witches I've met seem to have... a variety of affectations."

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
Sabrina Spellman Sighs as she casts a quick spell again over her eye that seems to sparkle a moment. She looks back at him and blinks " woah," She says, then sighs. "This," she looks down and sighs, " I recently had some stuff happen.. and I felt a need for a change," she says simply " I don't normally dress like this, but I thought it would be fun to let loose ". She takes a spin " Why is it too much? " She asks, looking at him " Mr divine, hmmm? What brings you to the mortal plane ".

Phobos has posed:
    That spell gifts her with a vision, albeit a brief one. The figure before her not just the young man in silhouette. Not just hipster enjoying his repast. Instead she is gifted with the vision of... a golden figure with a surge of light around him that might give one to think toward something akin to the sun at noon shining heavily down upon the wild. Yet as quick as she sees it that image is gone.
    His lips twist up a little, but he doesn't respond too easily to the question as he lifts his chin a little. "Oh, I pretty much live here." He gestures with one hand absently around and to the side, "On this plane I mean. Not like... in the Bronze."
    His lip twists up with amusement, but then he returns to the topic of conversation being her garb and he says. "Nothing's wrong with it really. Just if you told me to imagine a modern witch and what she might wear..." He gestures with that opened hand toward her, giving a small shrug as if that was enough to finish that last sentence.

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
Sabrina Spellman Looks down " What's wrong with my little black dress? " She sighs " Fine," she snaps a finger and points at herself and slowly changes red top and black skirt. "Better?" she asks cocking her head

     " I feel you on that " she doesn't know what he is, but she knows he's touched, maybe like herself, maybe not her magic only gives her a clue and she's not rude enough to go deeper. But the bubble keeps her nice and safe. Nobody will see the strange stuff.

Phobos has posed:
    Alex's smile broadens, "There's nothing _wrong_ with it." He offers as he leans against the rail. His now empty glass of juice is set on the railing near enough at hand. Though one of the servers walking past scoops it up efficiently. He lifts a hand trying to catch her eye for a refill only to realize that likely the bubble precludes that.
    Those pale hazel eyes return to her and he says, "I was just saying it had a vibe." Which was enough said on that topic. For now at the least.
    "Well if you see Faith next time, tell her Alexander said hi." He rests his hands on the rail and leans his weight against it, his legs crossing at the ankles casually.
    "So what do you do, Sabrina?"

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
Sabrina Spellman Looks over at him " I'll let her know " The server spots him. The bubble only edits out the magic and spooky stuff not the normal. She blinks " go to school mostly," She says as she thinks " Not sure now it's been a rough few months," she says honestly

     " Finding out your parents are dead tends to turn a girls world upside down " . She sighs " But you don't need to hear that.. what do you do ? Your clearly older than most in here " .

Phobos has posed:
    Such a declaration from some people would likely trigger a surge of sympathy. Perhaps some measure of comforting, commiseration. She mentions that her parents are dead and his response is to meet her gaze. She says it's been a rough several months. Then the loss of the parentals. His eyes hold hers and he nods a little. "That sounds like a very difficult thing to endure."
    Neutral, neither condemning nor endorsing. Accepting.
    "What do I do?" He repeats her question back and then answers, "I spent a good chunk of my time at ESU." A hand uncurls gesturing toward the direction of New York proper as he adds with a murmured, "Back in the city. My father used to do some business out this way and some time ago I wandered this direction at his behest. I met a few people he met way back then and we hit it off well. So occasionally," His lip curls up a little, "When left to my own devices. I come out here and see if I can be of any use since things are often..."
    Those too pale eyes distance, then return to hers, "Tumultuous."

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
Sabrina Spellman Snorts " That's true. Then again, this is the hell mouth, right " She looks down. "This place has issues," she looks back " New yorks got its own issues " . She thinks, " I've never been, but I'm sure it's lots of fun " She beams. She doesn't seem to mind his response at all. Her own thoughts are chaos right now so she tends to flit from one thing to the next, still trying to work things out in her own head.

Phobos has posed:
    "So many it needs a magazine rack." Alexander offers in rejoinder even as he gets his refill from the server now passing back their way. He takes it and has another sip, his gaze returning to her as he cocks his head to the side. "So what of the various things around the Hellmouth have you encountered?"
    His eyes remain unblinking for a few moments, watching as he then tilts his head, "Oh, would you like something to drink?" He motions with his own toward her, only now noticing she hasn't anything or perhaps hadn't. He turns briefly to motion to the server again but she's out of view.
    "My last trip here there was something to do with..." His brow furrows as he conjures up that memory. "A sewage demon of a sort. That was a mess."

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
Sabrina Spellman Shrugs " Lots of stuff to be had but the hell mouth should be okay or not hard to say .. Something came through recently might have shaken things up or made the seal stronger " . She shrugs ' I dunno I haven't been able to tell I only got back myself " She looks at him " so I'm not the one to ask. You should talk to faith. She would know more than me "s eh grins. and looks to the dance floor " Or i'd be doing that and not trying to forget I have homework on the dance floor " .

Phobos has posed:
    Another sip of his drink is given as he nods slowly, his eyes distancing before resettling on her. "You know, I probably should to be fair." Talk to Faith he likely means. There's a single nod as he sets the drink down again.
    After a moment he worries his lower lip thoughtfully, then he tells her, "I'm going to go and see what I can see. If you come upon Faith just tell her I said hi. Though hopefully I'll be able to find her before you." As he says that he then meets her eyes. "It was nice meeting you." Then his eyebrows quirk, "What name should I say you had when I mention meeting you to others?"

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
Sabrina Spellman Looks over and beams a bright sunny smile " I'm sabrina just tell her that " she says " and I'll tell her too " she grins as she nods and snaps dropping the bubble " Nice to meet you alex " she say ' Maybe we'll meet againa and talk "

Phobos has posed:
    "Sabrina." He smiles, then Alexander gives another small nod. "Until another time. Take care, and I hope you endure through your grief." A curious thing to say, but then he steps away from that railing and her, hands easing into the pockets of his jeans as he sets one foot in front of the other and then departs.