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Voodoo	The Bronze is, well, not Priss's usual haunt. But she's here to destress, relax and vent about two males that have...well...not had her too happy. At least she's on the dance floor, dancing. Admittedly she's good at it, it is her career after all, and she's dressed very much casual, half top with her dragon on it, her boots, and artfully ripped jeans. And...a soda at her table, too. Because she doesn't need to drink and get emotional. Telepaths being emotional are a bad thing really.
Buffy Summers	Buffy Summers hasn't been to the Bronze in a really long time. And while she generally associated it with her fond highschool memories, it was still a nice place to relax and have fun as an adult. Well, look at her now, acting like she's an old lady or something! At any rate, at least there's an older crowd here tonight, and she's enjoying the music and good food, dressed in her favorite red leather pants, black tanktop and her usual gold cross necklace. There's flashy disco lights, good dance music and really she's hoping there will be no..Interruptions tonight!
Voodoo	priss is, if anything, well, if anything she's part of that older crowd. She's 25, exotic dancer and knows her stuff. Hardly a high school or college kid, in fact, never went to college. School of life. And Priss is quite content to dance away her troubles, though she does slip away from the dance floor and resumes her seat at the table, but there's trouble in those blue eyes of hers, eyes that flick over the club. She's keeping a tight rein on her emotions right now...as today is, well, one of those days she's ready to just flip off the day and pray for a do over. It's not been a good day for heo really. Much to her annoyance, but the Bronze is oddly relaxing currently.
Buffy Summers	Buffy Summers glances around for a familiar face, but doesn't see any of the old gang here tonight. She does however, spy a very tall, exotic dancer whom she has met briefly before at Shaw Studios! Sometimes it's hard to forget a face. She smirks a bit, making her way through the dancefloor towards Priss' table and smiles and nods to her. "Hey there, remember me? It's Priss, right?"
Nolan Voight	So.. Yeah... Sunnydale... Not a place that Nolan has really frequented much. Almost 15 years, sctuslly, since he even came around the EDGES of the place. WHy? Because when you are mystically sensitive lile he is, especially regarding ghosts and spirtits (which /are/ two different things) one tends to get.. well.. vibes about places. And, frankly, Sunnydale doesn't just 'vibe', it goes off like a freakin ALARM even miles away. But Nolan is older now, wiser. And he has way more understand regarding his innate abilities. And, really, he needs a change of scenery so he got onto the train and sallied forth for Sunnydale.. against the recomendations of his ghostly companions. The walk from the train station wasn't that long, even for a cripple like him. But wow.. Sunnydale is actually a nice looking place.. He expected more, you know, post apocalyptic cityscape from a burb of Bludhaven. Even the bookstore he just limped passed was.. nice. Not cramped and dark and musky like he would have expected.... The people he limps passed are all polite and some wave Hi with strangely happy smiles. But there are stains in The Dark, ghosts and spirits keeping away in the edge of shadows where in other places, even Gotham, they would be walking freely is unseen among the populace. Which automatcally makes him suspicious. And gives a pureblooded gothamite like him a headache. So he needs a drink. SOmething to relax his nerves from this Leave-it-to-Beaver world he finds himself in. Luckily his Boozesense is tingling and within a few minutes he finds himself passing through the doorway of the Bronze, looking around with those oddly mismatched-coloured eyes of his before he limps towards the bar on his forearm crutch and legbrace..
Voodoo	Priss nods to Buffy, "Yeah, what's up?" Priss asks and glances to the bar again, much as she sighs quietly, "Come, sit with me" Priss says and looks hopeful, then over to the bar. Priss is no stranger to magic herself, really. Telepath, voodoo magic user, hybrid mutt, really as she sips her soda and shrugs again hands on the table. Looking over the Bronze again Priss groans and raises a hand to rub her temple. Today's just one of those days.
Buffy Summers	Sunnydale is pretty small, and most everyone knows everyone else. Buffy really notices when the crippled man limps into the place, peering at him for a moment or two, before looking back at Priss. "Heh, sure..Haven't seen you around in a long time. Are you still doing music videos at Shaw Studios?" she wracks her brain, trying to remember what little she knows of this exotic woman whom she really only met in passing, but got an odd vibe from, for some reason.
Nolan Voight	It's funny, really. Nolan was dealing with Exu, the Loa of Magick, open doors and the Crossroads just yesterday. Nolan isn't a Houngan, himself. He's really a very... eclectic practioner of The Arts; Borrowing, trading, even sometimes outright stealing whatever he can get from whatever traditions he comes across. But that's neither here nor there. No, he wants a drink.. badly. As he leans against the bar, two of the tdners helping other customers, he leans over and speaks to an empty space in fromt of him. "What do you recommend?" he asks, well, no one.. and then a moment later he blinks and holds up hand as if tell someone to slow down. "Whoa, sorry buddy. I didn't realize you were dead..." he tells the nothingness, and earning a FEW weird looks from patrons nearby. A few moments later Nolan sighs and scowls. "Look man, I'm sorry that.... whatever happened to you. I don't need your sob story.. Look, if you're sticking around because you're expecting a good tip or something I think you should cut your losses and just crossover now, consdering the economy... FIne fine.. Just giving ya some friendly advice... YEah, you too, bud.. and the horse your momma rode in on." he says, flicking off the empty space and edging down the bar to a bartendress who IS there.. and looking at him like he has two heads. "Just a beer, please. And not a IPA." he orders. "Anything with 10 percent or less horsepiss in it. Thanks." And with that he tturns around, leans back against the bar, and looks out into the crowd.. his eyes somewhat aglow under the flashing lights. One a cold cerulean blue with faint silver flecks, the other a molten amber with gold flecks. And he raises a brow when, even through the flashing lights, he sees at least a few very.. strange auras... among the clientelle. Especially the table across the dancefloor from him with two young women chatting. But his stare is interupted as the tendress slides him his beer.
Voodoo	Prisss groans, "No, thankfully. I still dance mind, but..." she begins then she has a weird vibe by the guy at the bar, who has a beer. Priss is is focusing on him, but she looks over to Buffy again. "Yeah, I dance but I'm on the hunt for a place to live, thinking I'll move back to Metropolis and be closer to work" she offers. "And away from...some people. Like, oh, I don't know. Spike or Constantine" Priss scowls and then focuses again on the guy at the bar. Nudging his mind, Priss shrugs sipping her soda. "So what've you been up to? I've just been surviving though" Pris admits. Then she gets up and heads for the door. It's not the strange aura, it's that Priss is hunted, and....she's already been in one fight today. One too many....and her sword and blaster are not with her.
Nolan Voight	So. The Beer? It's not terrible. Actually it is quite pleasant. He is by no means a beer snob (except towards IPAs.) but while this pint is isn't expensive (relatively speaking regarding the prices here) but it's an well crafted pilsner that goes down very well. Then he feels a pressure in his head. Like someone is pressing against a wall. Being that he literally exists in two worlds, he turns to look around and follows the change of current in The Dark, following it across the room to that table with those two young women. The nudge, it seems, is coming from the taller, dark haired one. He is about to get up and limp over when she suddenly gets up and heads for the door.
Buffy Summers	Buffy Summers frowns at the names dropped. "Oh, had a run-in with Spike and Con, did you? Did they give you...Trouble?" that has her concerned and she sighs and shakes her head. "Sorry to hear, I dont know Constantine that well, but Spike..Well, he and I are always up and down." The strange man at the bar does have her attention though, "Excuse me, think I'll.." but loks like she's already headed out and Buffy nods to her, "See you later!" As for herself, Buffy heads towards the bar to order a drink, nodding to the guy who was talking to himself earlier. "Nice nice." she offers as way of casual conversation, then peers curiously at the empty air that he spoke to earlier. And then she shivers, as if she sensed..Something.
Nolan Voight	Since Nolan was still looking in Priss's direction as she left, trying to decipher WHY (and how) she was pressing against his mental shields he doesn't see the Blonde walk over. And, lets be honest, Nolan is a male and he is ENJOYING part of watching Priss leave. So as he somewhat distracted, and is about to take another sip when he is spoken to by the blond. "Excuse me? Nice?" he asks, sounding confused.. a condition that really isn't helped when he actulalkly gets close enough for his darksight to resolve some more detyails beyond the obvious physical ones. Damn, that is some PRIMORDIAL level energy... Old. Like thousands of years. Or at least teh SOURCE of it is. She holds a goodly connection to whatever this source is, but still only part of it. It's not exactly a posession, of which he is INTIMATELY familiar, but somewhere between that and an empowerment. "Sorry, I just don't know what you are meaning by that. In context."
Buffy Summers	Buffy Summers chuckles a bit and shrugs, nodding to the music, the dancing. The people. "This place. Nice party tonight, good music, great weather tonight.." eyes narrow on him a bit thoughtfully, sizing him up in turn it seems. "Although, Sunnydale is a fairly small town. Don't think I've seen you around here before. You new? Just passing through?" Hmm, doesn't dress like a vamp, but vamps come in many disguises. And that limp. What's with that limp? This bodes further investigation. She turns around as the bartender fixes her beer and sips on it slowly, thoughtfully, still keeping a thoughtful eye on the new guy.
Nolan Voight	Nolan Voight sips his beer again, those mismatched eyes definately checking her out. But not in ny way that could be considered leering. Mor elike he is trying to.. figure her out. He sets down the pint glass and shrugs. "YEah I guess you could call it nice. I mean, it's /clean/.. Though the feeling I get is that usually thr crowd is a bit younger then what I see tonight." he admits. "Also.. I gotta feelking that sometimes things happen here which /aren't/... nice." he tells her. "And no, I'm not a local. Thats probably faily obvious. I'm Nolan, from Gotham. Born and mostly raised.. except for a 13 year hiatus." he explains. "And I was checking the town out. Heard a lot of weird stories about it. Also heard it had a few good bookstores."
Buffy Summers	Buffy Summers arches a curious brow at him. "Oh...Yeah? You get a...Feeling? Like..Like what the heck's that even *mean*?" why..He almost sounds like Harry. Buffy chuckles at the thought and shrugs. Hm, doesn't talk like a Vamp either, but what is he..? "Nah, this place is usually full of a younger crowd, used to come here all the time during highschool, but special nights like tonight, there's an older group. Which is nice. I don't feel so much like an old lady." How old is she anyway? early twenties at the most? She sure talks as if she's been around longer. "Ooh, Gotham, not a very cheerful place. I'm actually studying at the university there, although it's not a bad commute from there to Bludhaven." She smiles, "I'm Buffy, nice to meet you."
Nolan Voight	Nolan Voight picks up his beer again and shrugs a bit as he regards her. "I think you know exactly what I mean... Buffy." he says, takes a sip, then lowers the pint once more. "I'm just being vague because Theres a lot of blind people around here. AT least blind to whatever happens in town. But thats neither here nor there or even truly important right now. WHat /is/ important is... Buffy?!? Thats NOT a nickname?" he asks, then flinches.. as if someone smacked him upside the back of the head. He growls and looks over his shoulder at that empty space. "Dude, that was TOTALLY uncalled for,.." he growls to the emptyness.. a momenmt passes. "Really?!? Well good for her. Still didn't help you out in the end, did she?" he tells the empty space, most LIKELY a barrtender that got murderkilled in this bar by some baddy. Sighing, nolan seems to aquiese to whataver is NOT esaid and looks at Buffy. "Sorry about that." he says, though it is uncertain what he is apologizing for. The name comment? Implying that maybe she didn't save someone. Or just acting weird and talking to blank airspace. "And there is /no/ way that you could be mistaken for an old lady. I'm surprised they didn't card you when you ordered that beer. ANd I mean that as a compliment." he quickly adds. "And why would you choose GOTHAM university of all places?"
Buffy Summers	Buffy Summers blinks slowly at the empty spot again, then peers curiously back at Nolan, frowning a bit at the comment. "What the...? Hey! Buffy is totally my name.." she rolls her eyes, "Yeah, yeah, I know, I look like a cheerleader..I legit WAS a cheerleader, once, and a blonde bimbo, but I'm soo over that part of my life now.." She smirks, "Sooo, there a ghost there or just an invisible demon..?" Buffy does lower her voice just a bit as she speaks, so only Nolan can hear her but says it so casually as if she were discussing the weather. "Seems there's more to you than meets the eye too, Mister." As for Gotham, she just shrugs, "Dunno, got a scholarship from there, and they have a good psyche program, I guess?"
Nolan Voight	Nolan doesn't flinch this time as she asks about whom is there with him. In fact he actually seems tyo relax when she is so forthright. "Well, for your information Miss Ex-cheerleader, it's a ghost..." he looks at the space a moment, nodding then back to her. "His name is Randy and apperently he was killed by a vampire..." he says with a LITTLE bit of disdain, but then shrugs. "Torn apart, really. Luckily he's pulled himsef back together.. at least in his self image." "And I dunno about there being more then meets the eye. I don't really hide what I am. Talking to nothing provides a kind of protective camoflage, If people wanne beleive I'm a nutcase, why discourage them?" he asks and goes to take a sipf of his beer and almost chokes when she gives the r eason for going to GCU. "Gahh." he says, grapping a napkin and wiping his nose. "A /good/ psyche program? Have you HEARD of the turnover rate at Arkham? More people go through that place then Popeyes Chicken when they get that damned sandwhich in stock.
Buffy Summers	Buffy Summers grins, staring at the empty space. "Cool, you can see 'em, huh? Soooo..Are you a wizard? Like Harry and Constantine?" he may or may not have heard of those names, they have some weight around these parts at least, especially considering there aren't a lot of *real* wizards around. "Randy huh.." she frowns at the vampire part though, shaking her head. "Sorry I wasn't there to protect you from the vamp, Randy." she says with genuine regret in the general direction of ghosty. She shrugs, "Dunno, but maybe I can make a difference..I'm not a police woman, but maybe someday..?"
Nolan Voight	He cants his head ever so slightly. "I dunno who they are. At least noty personally. I THINK I've heard of Constantine from a few of my living impaired associates but beyoind that.. I'm not one that mingles with the Wizkids. So while, yeah, I gopt some mojo I don't really hang with the crowd." he admits. He then frowns a bit. "I probably wouldn't use the GPD as a good role model for being an upstanding police woman. Just like I wouldn't use Gothams mental health system and services a rolemodel for.. well.. anything. I'd tell you to go to Empire State University." he admits. "Not that I would know, since I've never been to university. I have a GED i got in pris..." he quickly stops, grimaceing, and tries to change the subject. "Randy say's it's cool, btw. Not cool that he's dead by that you apologized and care..." he thinks for a moment. "That means a lot to them.. Ghosts I mean. Almost as much as gossip does."
Buffy Summers	Buffy Summers peers curiously at him, "...Living impaired..? Sooo, this is like, an ongoing thing with you, huh, making friends with ghosties?" okay. That's new. She's not even sure if Harry's quite that nuts. Buffy is really having a hard time taking this seriously and she has to bite her lip from laughing. As it is, she is smiling funny. "Dunno, I have a friend or two on the police force, and both women are pretty decent people." Buffy does arch another curious brow at the prison part, but decides not to pursue it further. "Well..I mean, seeing as killing vamps is kinda my thing, and I apparently wasn't there to protect him..I feel more than a little bad for letting your friend Randy down. How long has he been dead?" Okaay, morbid question but..
Nolan Voight	Nolan has seen amiles like that before and shrugs, looking into his beer. "I wouldn't call them all friends." he says, almost with resignation. "I've seen them since I was an little kid. Probably earlier. It just took me a while to understand what they were. I can see them. Hear them. Talk to them. I've never ha dmuch choice in the matter. Half the time they drive me nuts. The other half.. It's like they are the only people I /like/. The only people who ever looked out for me through the foster homes and then the streets. And they KNOW I can see them so.. they tend to come to me, not wait for me to look for them." he says with a shake of his head. He then looks up. "I'm not saying all cops are crooked, Buffy. Or that it's geder biased in who is more currupt and who isn't. I know.. knew.. a handful of good cops as a kid. One shoe really cared. But.. The job chewed them up." He then narrows his mismatched eyes. "Now thats enough of that. You didn't do anything wrong. Even cops, whom you may want to be one of, don't get all the bad guys. It's an impossible job so don't beat yourself up. And Randy says he's been died probably a year before you graduated. His sister was in your classes."
Buffy Summers	Buffy Summers nods, smile faltering. "Wow...That must be..Gee, I dunno, kinda creepy, maybe? I suppose it's not easy to find a real psychic, you probably have ghosts flocking towards you." Hm. Not even Harry seems to be able to *see* ghosts, not without his sight. It's a rare gift. She nods slowly again and sighs, "Yeah, yeah I know. I suppose the job can be..Stressful? Force you to make difficult decisions sometimes? Heh, funny thing is, I was always getting in trouble with the law here in Sunnydale. At least in my younger years. I think..Things have changed. Maybe? I hope so." She frowns a bit as the subject moves back to the deceased boy. "..Huh, really? Well..That really sucks. Dawn probably knew him. I wonder if he was killed by the vamp she briefly dated? I..Should have kept a closer eye on her and her classmates.."
Nolan Voight	Nolan Voight smirks and shrugs. "I dunno about creepy. When it's all I know, it's more normal then anything else. And I tend to see other creatures as well, like spirits and certain demons and certain fae.. Etherial entities. But ghosts are what I see most. ANd for the most part humans are the creepiest thing I know." he admits with a chuckle. "Well this world people like you and me inhabit is not always conductive to proper interaction with law enforcment. If you CAN maintain a good relationship with The Fuzz then good on ya. Me.. I tend to keep away from them as much as I caan. It's safer for all parties involved. "As for Randy.. I think you're right. About his sister and.. Dawn? Apparently he sticks around because... Oh. His sister is the bartendress down at the end of the bar!"
Buffy Summers	Buffy Summers arches a brow, "Seriously? Humans are the creepiest things..?" she shrugs and laughs, shaking her head. "Well...I dunno about that, I've seen things far creepier than a human, even an evil human. Trust me. Humans are the least of your worries.." As for fuzz, Buffy just shrugs helplessly, "To be honest, I tend to have a problem with authority figures in general..Didn't exactly get along well with my principal when I was in school. Or my mom's new boyfriend..Who turned out to be a killer robot. Good times.." Another soft frown mars her features as she continues to mul over not being able to save Dawn's classmate. "Dammit..That just makes me really sad. I mean..It's my job to slay vamps, and I wasn't there to save him..That just shouldn't happen."
Nolan Voight	Nolan Voight sighs and gives a shrug again. "What can I say. We have different views. The siple fact is most of these monsters could BE monsters if they didn't have humans around to be monsters to. They learn from us. Are inspired by us. Are /shaped/ by us. It's like the old riff about God. That he only exists because we collectively agree that he exists." he tells her. "Quite literally, we feed the beasts.. and not just physically." HE fdrains his beer and motions to Randy's sister for a refill, saying nothing as she takes his glass, and he looks back to Buffy. "Killer robot.. Really?" he asks. "That sounds more Gothamy then I would give Sunnydale credit for. Then again, we have killer clowns as well." he remartks with a snort. "And a guy who prances around in leather with bointy bats ears fighting crime but never suceeding because they always get released back into the world after." he says with some disgust. "And like I said, don't fret it. Randy, and his ghostly associates, mostly have good things to say about you it seems. You TRY, which is more, way more then others do."
Buffy Summers	Buffy Summers hmms, "Well...I guess that's not something I even considered. I mean..In my line of work, I suppose there have been times that I battled humans that were just as evil as the demons I fought." she's not even bothering to hide who or what exactly she is. Although she still hasn't outright said exactly what she does. "Honestly? That's just the tip of the iceberg. Hang around Bludhaven long enough and I'm sure you'll see things that make killer robots seem pretty damn tame.." Buffy chuckles and shrugs, "Well..I've met a few costumed superheroes. I prefer to fight without a costume."
Nolan Voight	And thats a good thing, that she isn't hiding it. It makes talking about things a wee bit easier. He doesn't know what EXACTLY she is, only that it is, weirdly, originally of demonic nature but isn't 'evil'. "For all it's faults, Bludhaven is sort of tame. It's like it is trying to Out-Gotham, Gotham. Which is what MAKES Gotham worse. Because while many people pointy to the obvious, there is a more subtle layer of.. corruption. A Lunacy that infects the soul. This town.. it has something similar. Less subtle, once you look for it, but there." He then snorts. "Well, so long as you wear SOMETHING when you fight crime, you're good."
Buffy Summers	Buffy Summers laughs, "Bludhaven? Tame? Stick around long enough and you might just change your mind. I mean..Sure we don't have as many crazy insane criminals running around, or superheroes dressed up in bright spandex costumes. But trust me. Stuff here can get a little..Creepy." She sighs, "Although you're not wrong about Gotham. That place is..Gloomy, infected somehow, but in a different way. Well, I hope you enjoy your stay at Bludhaven. I'd say that I hope I haven't scared you away, but you seem like the type that doesn't spook easily.." Buffy takes a slow sip of her beer.
Nolan Voight	Nolan Voight chuckles and sips his refreshed beer before answering. "You also need to remember.. Bloodhaven and even sunnydale are outgrowths of Gotham.. So it's not unreasionable to believe that somehow Gotham is responsible for his children being creepy. I guess thats the 'father's' influence.. whomever, metaphoricly, that would be." he sort of jests, even though its a dark one. "Well, you're right. It's hard to creep me out. I may come by a bit more often, though. I still want to check oiut the book stores a few.. friends.. recommended." he admits. "But thanks for not being as weird, yourself, as you could be."
Buffy Summers	Buffy Summers nods slowly. "Fair enough.." she shoves the empty beercan away and yawns. "I guess their problem is certainly of a different..Variety. I mean, I'm more of a demon hunter, but I feel like its my responsibility to take down criminals too, if I can. I mean, why not when you've got the power? Dont think I'll ever be wearing one of those tacky costumes, though." She smiles, "Nice to know you're not creeped out easily. I mean, even a lot of my friends can be a little..Scary, especially if you rub 'em the wrong way. I should introduce you some time. And if you're a wizard, I have a few witch and wizard friends you might wanna trade notes with. Heck, come down to the Magic Box sometime, you might be pleasantly surprised."
Nolan Voight	Nolan Voight drains his beer and sets down the glass. "Well while I may not /look/ it.." he says, tapping his canecrutch and his legbrace, "I sometimes try to takedown some criminals as well. We both have.. oh.. lets say power? Of one sort another. And It /does/ give us some responsibilities. We'd be selfish NOT to help." he admits. Then looks up at her again. "Eh, sure. Maybe I will stop by again." he makes a hand gesture and a business card appears in his fingers.. not from Magick, but by Magic. The cheaply laser printed card says "Drop Dead Investigations." and below it in smaller italic font "Does not do parties."
Buffy Summers	Buffy Summers hmms, peering down at his leg brace a bit doubtfully, "I mean, not that I don't believe you have..Powers, but um. Doesn't that leg brace kinda make it difficult for you to fend off attackers?" But hey, she's seen stranger things, and perhaps his abilities allow him to do some amazing things that require mind over matter. "Sorry, maybe I underestimated you." she takes the card and smirks a bit at the pun but nods all the same, rising to her feet. "Thanks! Maybe I'll see you around again.."