Owner	Pose
Ekaterina Vespucci	It is midnight in the nightclub 'Aeterna' named for the Latin word for Eternal. This was meant as something of an ironic in house joke by the proprieter one Contessa Ekaterina Vespucci. This was one of the rare evenings that the contessa was in her own bar. It was an extremely upmarket place but tonightr it was very quiet. The contessa or 'Kat' as she prefers to be called nowadays is the only person working her own downstairs bar. People sometimes came here if they wanted to get her attention and didn't want to wade through the security of her studio. Kat is cleaning some glasses behind the bar - it is a spectacular main bar. Paintings hang all around the venue as Kat also uses it to sell her own and her patroned artists work. So it acts as a commercial gallery as well. Kat is dressed in a single piece dress that shows off an impressive decolletage as well as her derrier and her face is made up. This is more formal than her usual frumpy cheap clothing. Her classic beauty remains however of the girl next door variety. Large corflower blue eyes being her most prominent feature affived as they are in her angelic little face. She finishes polishing one glass to her satisfaction and then picks up another.
Nikias	A new face enters the lower bar room, looking about as downscale as the club itself is upscale, with his old classic metal t-shirt and steel toed boots. He doesn't waste a beat on hitting the bar, leaning against it and waiting for Kat's attention. Once garnered, he speaks up before she has a chance to address him, "Hey there, nice night, eh? I'm lookin for the owner, can ya point me to em?" He says whilst scanning lazily about the room.
Ekaterina Vespucci	"You're speaking to her," this fact would be surprising given Kat appears to be around twenty years old. Not a range of age one expects out of a business owner. She is still very caught up in what she is doing and only looks up after a long moment then double takes, "Don't I know you?" The large cornflower blue eyes would be a giveaway. The girl has the same five foot one small stature she had 1200 years ago. Her black hair is shorter that has changed.
Nikias	Nikias shrugs a bit, "I dunno, maybe." He says as he looks Kat over, either not noticing that his showy manner of doing so makes him look like a colossal pervert, or simply not caring. After a few seconds of this, he shrugs again, "Anyway, you're the owner, cool. " He says whilst grabbing a seat, "I hear you're lookin into my market." He says with a tightening of his smirk.
Ekaterina Vespucci	"Ser Alistair?" Kat asks her eyes narrowing. Of course nobody else is around really. And if they were they'd probably assume the two had been Larping. The woman apparently doesn't mind being looked over - too absorbed perhaps by the strangeness of the situaltion. She ignores the question about work for the moment.
Nikias	Nikias's smirk vanishes, replaced by a look of confusion. After a few seconds he leans in a bit, the not at all creepy eye groping replaced with a more serious look at Kat's face, ".....That's a name I haven't heard in a very long time......Maybe we have met...." He says suspiciously with a light scratch at his chin.
Ekaterina Vespucci	"Remember Engelberga of Parma?" Kat says. She puts her hands on her hips and taps her foot. It had been a good long while but she hadn't changed much. Clothing was different, hair was shorter. But yeah it was the former Holy Roman Empress in the flesh.
Nikias	Nikias blinks a couple times before chuckling and casually slipping into a dead language. Latin! The most extinct of commonly spoken languages in the modern day! "By all the gods of fire and fuck. I expected a lot of possibilities when I woke up this morning, and this is....Well, to say not one of them seems a criminal understatement..." His smirk returns a bit, though his look remains puzzled. He returns to English as easily as if he'd never left it, "So....What question to even start with, hmm? How? Why? What? How bout the easy one, eh? How much for the strongest thing on tap?" He says before letting out a raucous laugh.
Ekaterina Vespucci	"Miseriae amat societatem, ut videtur, non est immortalitatis," or 'Misery loves company and apparently so does immortality' Kat/Engelberga replies. "I'm a homo superion apparently a special breed of immortal mutant. A bunch of my families enemies poisoned me and triggered the mutation back in the day. Not many of my particular kind out there maybe about 11 including me. Most of our little club are assholes like Apocalyse for example and a recently famous African warlord. I'm the exception but not by much." Kat pulls a bottle of bourbon down from the shelf and pours them both a glass. "Special poison for a special occasion." She then looks quizically at Nikias, "So your turn? How? What are you? I can tell your not one of my kind. Also how long have you ben knocking around? I'm only about 1200 years young."
Nikias	Nikias chuckles a bit, "....Technicly, it's against the rules to tell you....But I figure you fit the mold well enough to skirt by." He kicks back the bourbon in one, letting out a pleased gasp for air as he sets the empty glass back down, ".....My real name is Nikias....of Sparta." He smirks a bit more, "That should give you a good clue, eh? As for what, well....We're honestly not sure. We've been around since before the dawn of recorded history, all over the world....The rest gets....complicated, and I'm really not supposed to talk about it with those not involved. For the best, really."
Ekaterina Vespucci	Kat downs hers similarly and refills his glass and hers. "I am going by the moniker la Contessa Ekaterina Vespucci or Kat nowadays. It's an old alias from the 1400s I had to marry into a family to get it. Became Amerigo Vespucci's step mom if that means anything," Kat certainly hasn't been inactive over the last 1200 years. Interfering with history for both good and ill.
Nikias	Nikias scratches his chin a bit more, "....I feel like I got shot by a Vespucci once....Sorry if he was a relative, I dont tend to take that to kindly." He says with obviously faked bashfullness, flashbacks of gore soaked mercenary blinking across the shot, "...I've pretty much been doing the same thing the past....ever. Where there's war, I am bound to follow....Which brings me right back around to why I came in here." He says as he looks up from his glass, "Fun as ogling and catching up with you is, business is business, right? I hear you're in the market for a merc. And let it never be said I'm anything but the best." He says with a wink before downing the entire glass in one shot again, letting out a satisfied shudder as he comes back up, "....Ooh, that's the good stuff..."
Ekaterina Vespucci	"I know." Kat fills Nikias glass again but slows down herself. "You were oogling?" then Kat looks down at her clothing, "Oh - usually I wear alot more but bartending needs some eye candy." Kat cants her head and scratches her hair, "Might be that I am - I'm catching some heat from a local syndicate but I'm dealing with that halfway legally. I might however be doing something in Africa soon that needs some heavy lifting. Nothing right now however. You should come visit me and look at my operation in Queens. I mean I can offer you highly paid work in security but that's high relative to the industry not necessarily your industry. And you might find that dull."
Nikias	Nikias chuckles a bit more, "What can I say, I've been in the desert for so I've forgotten what women look like, gonna take awhile to get my tact back." He says before shotgunning his third glass, "Whew! Better stop, I'm about outta cash and dont need to waste it all drinking....Or drunk." He snickers a bit and slides the glass away, "Locals, eh? Sure ya dont want em dealt with quick and dirty? I'll give ya a repeat customer discount!" He says with a wink before leaning back, smirk fading a bit, ".....I heard about that thing in Africa. Kinda reminds me of the Hordes from out east back in the day....Gonna get a lot worse before it gets better..."
Ekaterina Vespucci	"The booze is free - least I can do for an old acquaintance. Besides you know me I'm always in the money no great loss." Kat thinks about her predicament, "Yeah this guy Donatelli Fuchinelli shot me right in the darn eye practically disassembled me with his gun. I was a pile of bloody rags. God it hurt. But as I said I am going to try getting him legally first. I might be oputed you know. This darn bio-mechanical construct killed me and I came back in central park in front of a bunch of people. Thankfully Diana Prince was there to soak up the bulk public attention but there's footage of me regenerating from a pile of broken bones. They don't know who I am yet but it is a matter of time I guess." As for the Africa stuff, "The Warlord Crule and I have a history. He tried to kill me 1200 years ago and I returned the favor by betraying him to a Puritan monster hunter called Solomon Kane in the 1600s. We spoke via sattelite phone recently - he was actually pleased to hear from me believe it or not. Time heals all wounds."
Nikias	Nikias scoffs with amusement, "Oh yeah, I'm sure he's got only the purist intentions with you. Reminds me of this one guy, went by the name of Markus. During this one battle some....Oh, bout 18 or 19 hundred years ago, I put a spear through his eye. Whelp, turns out, he was an Immortal, just didn't know it yet. Two months ago, he tracked me down for the 43rd time. I was half tempted to just humiliate him again, but then a mortar turned him into a red smear and the resultant explosion afterwards is all that kept me from being trapped under the collapsing house. Moral of the story? Nobody ever lets go of revenge, no matter how much time passes. Particularly not people that like wearing heads as belt decorations."
Ekaterina Vespucci	"Oh Crule does more than wear heads. He drinks blood makes chairs out of bloody skulls probably eats people. But funnily enough I think his mercurial nature puts him at a distinct disadvantage when it comes to holding grudges. He's been around a while. I'd venture longer than you. He is Hyborean aged creature. There's probably only one mutant I know who is older than him. And she's a walking nightmare. Charmers all of us." Kat smiles sweetly at Nikias. "It's the genocide he is facilitating that worries me. I mean he is fighting the local Islamist militia in Somali and that part I don't care about. Two wrong righting eachother there."
Nikias	Nikias shrugs, "Hey, it's your head on the line. As for me, I'll be keeping my backups backups ready, just in case I ever meet him." He stands up and pulls a small piece of paper out of a pocket, "Here's my number, for when the legal options fail you. Feel free to call when you've got a job lined up, or just need someone creepily stare at you. Not like I've got better things to do while I wait for my bribe to customs to go through." He says with a wink as he sets the torn out slip on the bar.
Ekaterina Vespucci	"Stare all you want I'm not seeing anybody," Kat says taking the card. "At least you haven't dropped a line like 'I see all of creation in your eyes'. That happened once and I was not sure what to do about it." For a great artist she was immune to poetry it seems. "I'll let you know how things progress - I suspect they are about to heat up soon. I can't have my private army guarding my Star Wars figurine collection forever."
Nikias	Nikias grimaces at the mentioning of the line, "Oh, that's awful....And what's worse, I cant say it's the worst pick up line I've ever heard, damned Athenians..." He shudders, "Dont worry, I got a strict policy about mixing business and pleasure, look dont touch is a rule of life." He turns and starts heading back towards the stairs, "Lemme know when ya need me, and we can talk price. I'm gonna go threaten a helpless dock worker. Have a nice night!" It would seem the cheer he entered with has returned in full as he goes to make his exit.