Yuri would recognize that voice anywhere. He relaxed, slipping his sword back into its sheath. Still, he couldn’t say he’d been expecting to run into a friendly face here, especially not Raven’s.
"What brings you here, Old Man?" he asked conversationally, as though they’d bumped into each other in the marketplace.
He wasn’t surprised, but he wasn’t not surprised, either. Raven always managed to show up in places where he generally wouldn’t be expected, whether it be Ragou’s mansion, Keiv Moc, or some other equally seemingly random location. In a way, Yuri had grown accustomed to it, though it’d been a while since it’d last happened.
On the other hand, he didn’t think the old man liked to go out of his way to get into trouble. It had seemed like he’d always been going out and doing things under someone’s orders, never really of his own volition—and he’d certainly complained often enough about his “old bones.” True, Yuri hadn’t put too much stock in Raven’s complaints, but still… Then again, he couldn’t be sure that he wasn’t here under someone’s orders. The vigilante hadn’t told anyone that he was planning to come here, mostly because his source hadn’t given him much of a heads up before the supposed meeting was supposed to take place, but it wasn’t impossible that someone had heard and asked Raven to go as backup.
Looking back on it now, Yuri remembered that he’d considered the possibility of this being a red herring, something to throw him off the track he was on; however, he’d dismissed it fairly quickly, since the information came from someone who’d helped him out several times in the past. He should have been more careful than that—no one was infallible. But no, he’d walked right into whatever this was—a trap, a false lead… Which meant that the people he was hunting knew he was on their trail. And it meant that he’d been getting close.
The realization was both satisfying and frustrating, since he’d let himself be led so astray from his initial target. Of course, if this had turned out to be a true meeting, it would have been a huge leap forward in his investigation, so at the time, it was obvious what his decision would have to be. Something his opponents obviously knew as well.
But that could wait until later. For now, it’d be a good idea to get out and check what had brought Raven here.
It seemed to be fate always drawing the pair back together, though Raven couldn’t say he was as surprised as Yuri that the wolf would show up here. In fact it was pretty much tied up with the little bits and pieces the bird just ended up hearing. How? Only Raven really knows.
“Ah, ya’no. Nightly strole,” He teased, a lot like the first time Raven joined the group. Yuri was right though. Stealth was always Raven’s best ally and he preferred to move in the shadows where he was not heard or seen but unfortunately that backfired as Yuri caught him and he couldn’t very much stay hidden in fear of Yuri using a bit too much force that his old bones couldn’t handle, "I simply get around— information wise. There isn’t nothin’ I don’t know, Yuri,"
Raven almost found his way of ‘getting around’ interesting. No matter the news, little or big, secretive or not, Raven managed to wring it out of somebody.
"I heard a few things here n’ there n’ decided ta check out. I wasn’t plannin’ on stayin’ very long.." Though with Yuri here that might change. Unless the wolf would be quick to shoo the bird out, which was very likely and Raven was very likely to take the offer.
Although this really was no time for idle chitchat and voices started to rise from the bottom floor- Raven unable to find out exactly why Yuri cared to actually come here in the first place instead of just mindlessly sticking his nose out. His eyes glancing down the hall and towards the railing and set of stairs leading to the first floor.
"I think it’s time we made ourselves ‘not here’," Not really wanting to get cornered and out numbered himself. Yuri however…
The raven haired bartender had been on the clock for a few hours now. Tensions with the customer’s had gone up the longer the hours passed. Drunkards being thrown out left and right before it finally got quiet again. The bartender was pretty irritated. The sight of anyone looking her over was so common she barely noticed it anymore.
Ino didin’t even notice him come into the bar, let alone have a seat and start waiting on being offered something to drink. When she finally noticed him, she sighed quietly to herself with the relief that he seemed patient enough from the start. That was something she could appreciate as she approached the shaggy haired man.
He was just another customer. Nothing special on first sight aside from his strange attire. Musician’s fingers stroked back through pitch black bands as she stepped up to his table. “What can I get for you, stranger?” Her tone remained tired and just a little impatient. If he was actually sleeping there, she was going to have to throw him out.
This woman would probably have to be the first he’s ever seen so obviously irritated with her time right now and it was kind of interesting. He didn’t much care if she didn’t take notice of him right away since Raven just wanted a place to relax in the first place from all his walking of the day. But when he did hear the footsteps of the woman he’d been previously having his eye on, he lifted his head and himself and sat more properly at the table he’d taken for himself.
Raven gave a soft, tired looking smile, “Anythin’ good ya got that can ease a tired mans soul,” The older male probably would have finished off with some stupid flirtatious line like ‘someone as talented as you must know the best drinks lined up’ or something stupid but the own woman’s tired looking face made the elder hold his tongue. Just this once.
He couldn’t help but look her down— even just once, while she was in full view. Whether it was just checking her out or mere curiosity, it was for her to find out. As for Raven— he enjoyed to memorize people for future use (and maybe get a little bit of eye candy in the mean time).
— this road is too difficult for an old man like me.
//- happy turkey day you silly americans
When Raven hit on woman it was normally a joke— it was fun to make people laugh or smile, or whatever, especially when he had nothing to do. He met this woman only recently— her being a bartender and half the time she looked to tired to enjoy it. So.. while they we’re talking.. “They say dating is a numbers game… so can I get your number?”
"That was the cheesiest pick-up line I have ever heard."
“That was th’ point,” Raven chuckled, “Made ya smile so obviously it’s a winner.”
Raven stood with his back facing Alexei, dagger in hand— he was so damn close until.. the voice behind him and it made him freeze. Jaw locking and teeth gritting. When he thought he finally had the chance.. Nobody was around, or so he thought, and yet..
“Why should I?” He asked in a soft voice— lacking any usual enthusiasm or even the accented drawl. Turning his head to just barely glance at the man behind him. “Leave me alone, Alexei.” Let me end this shit already. His head turned forward again and he glanced down to the dagger in hand.
You have no right to stop me.
Oh you had to be fucking with him— if anyone was drunk it was Raven because he was starting at a… oh nevermind. Raven gave the wobbly guy a pat on the back which seemed to nearly knock the dude over, “There, there..” Oh god what was he supposed to say
when theres a dude who looks like you but looks like schwann wandering around drunker than the don and the rest of Altosk when they had nights of celebration.
“Don’cha come with a ‘return to’ tag.. hm.. oh well.”
The two words we’re practically purred in his ear as he was trapped between this strange man and the wall, having just gotten jumped a few moments ago. In the middle of the night.
Can you not scary man.
Raven’s eyes fell to a smirk of the other man, rather pointy teeth catching his eye and the man getting very, very dangerously close to his neck. Oh god this was some sad joke through when he felt the teeth graze against his skin uncomfortably Raven did everything but relax and threw his fist straight into the guys gut.
It didn’t do much but it at least got him backing off with a very loud snarl, “Sorry, man, I ain’t inta dudes that way. See ya.” The archer taking no time in taking off far, far away from Alucard.