ambiguity and obscurity

Maya was not a stranger to the unknown and the strange. This person, whoever they were, had to have caught on that Darkside Bar was not just any run of the mill bar. The patrons themselves came from all walks of supernatural life. You had Fae, Elves, Dimensional beings, Goblins, Beastmen, Wizards, Witches, Sorcerer’s, and even an Alien or two. All of which stood on neutral ground where no one could fight or cause a scene.

She felt the presence of something other than him, which was fine. If you gotta fake it till you make it, then so be it. She just really needed the help.

After a couple hours, the bar died down enough to where it wasn’t necessary to continue running like a headless chicken. Maya leaned against the counter and chugged down an entire pint of Ale.

“Not bad. I could use you for my more busier nights if you’re interested in continuing.”

Sheep in the business had begun to truly learn the proper steps of being a bartender. The implications and intricacies - the dead ones were brilliant teachers and often ones to share their craft when given the oppurtunity to do so.

So when it begins to calm down, he finds himself dismissing the New Yorker, and the ghost finds itself satisfied in teaching the lessons and movements behind a bar. Meanwhile, Sheep looks relatively invigorated yet also thoroughly exhausted.

He gives Maya a grin.

"A job? For me?" He presses a hand to his chest in a pose slightly dramatique. He watches her down the ale.

If only alcohol of that nature had done anything for him, maybe he would have joined her.

The witch is watching the witcher. Ever keeping a close, curious eye in this solitary woodland environment. The witch adjusts the sheep skull which serves as a mask as the robed figure stands with balance on a branch of a tree significantly higher than the person he is watching.

While maybe it would make sense to greet an individual and introduce oneself appropriately, Sheep finds it to be more lucrative to simply watch and observe. Like watching an animal perform in it’s natural habitat - and Sheep was a by-standing scientist simply taking notes.

[ It’s a fairly pleasant change of pace when people take their appearance in stride. It wasn’t like them to purposely be intimidating. It just sort of… happened.

Not that they didn’t do their fair share of terrifying things in the course of their day-to-day, but… even so.

The return gift is a nice surprise, and they happily take the ring that is offered in return. A gift for a gift. That is fair. Especially if it assisted in keeping them from being noticed in situations where there may be too many others around. So they happily tuck it away and nod with some excitement. Excellent. Yes. Thank you.

Testing the waters, their hands came up to sign. To see if the other understood.

Where did you get the ring?

Curious. ]

[The witch watches as the other begins to move their hands in very peculiar yet clearly intentional movements. He blinks, the gears in his head turning. After all these years and millenia of study - integrating and learning several languages for the means of research, knowing many of the languages on this planet fluently in writing and in speech, he is slightly dumbfounded at his unfamiliarity with what the signs mean.

If it had a written form, he may have known of it. But as with ancient ninjitsu arts, languages done with hands and those movements are not simply written and recorded. They are passed from generation to generation, such symbolism is sacred.

But this apparent lack of knowledge of these symbols do not seek to deter him, but dig a further sense of intrigue. He is a witch who seeks and desires knowledge, to further expand what he knows. And so he responds with enthusiasm and the knowledge that he does know.]

I have existed for several millenia, and I will be true - these signs you show to me are not ones I understand.

However!

[An index finger shoots up in excitement as he speaks.]

[The witch stares at the cyborg with a curious and intrigued eye. One could say that there is a glimmer there. He smiles - his face friendly but his eyes absolutely devious.]

She blinked several times in a what felt like a second. “If you can bartend and make drinks, all the tips are yours.” She pointed for him to get behind the bar. “Was your hands and put an apron on. I gotta at least make it look like you work here.” Honestly, she didn’t quite remember him as much as he possibly remembered her. She’s offered jobs to anybody and everybody. It was hard to make sense of what. “If it’s a simple order, do it. Anything else I’ll tackle unless you’re comfortable.”

Sheep blinks at Maya a few times, a smile on his face. He stands up rather gracefully and does as asked. He walks around the bar and grabs an apron. It'a a quick and easy gesture as the spare apron fits somewhat snug to his form.

He presses the wrinkles out of the apron, a subtle glow to his eyes suggests it is much more that. The apron that once was snug now seems to fit him rather comfoetably, and he goes to a sink to wash his hands as requested.

And so preparations made, he takes his spot at the bar, looks to Maya for a moment and gives her a big grin, before he takes his first order. And this is when he realizes that the job itself is entirely new to him.

He's never been a bartender in his life. A part of him wonders how different it is from the creation of potions. But he has no direction, no true guide when it comes to this bar in the slightest. The difference between human brands of alcohol is lost upon him. He truly, for the time being, is out of his element.

And so he makes a call.

Not a call in the traditional sense, no. A call in a different realm, to the other world beings. He reaches out to the other realm, into the world of the dead and he finds what he's looking for.

A man in an white collared shirt with gelled down hair, thick brow and a relatively small face raises a brow to Sheep, who makes a subtle motion to the bar and the being in a look of surprise allows himself to step forward.