#duskevent:start

WITH: Open to anyone ( @duskstarts​ )

Sabine looked on in both curiosity, and horror, as ferocity bloomed across the bar. Intangible. That was the word that best described her now; unable to be harmed by mere threats of the mortal plane. She knew it to be true and yet somehow, as glasses and bottles shattered between the nervous shouts of patrons, Sab almost convinced herself otherwise. Like there was no way among all of this anger, this rage, this tension, she could walk out of here... safely.

Like death itself had been her little secret.

Burnished pools flickered back and forth between each doorway and entry point in the bar room she was in, soft growls and slamming doors echoing in her ears all around her. "Hey!" Sabine called after a figure shrouded in darkness, the lights up above either switched off, or shattered. "Get out of here--" she'd gasped, surprised by the sheer mass of a looming body closing in on whomever was standing there. "Dear god, MOVE!"

After escaping the hectic crowds that had gathered for the St Patricks Day parade that was running throughout the city Anna found the O’Riley Tavern. Quickly pushing through the door and heading inside to what was a less rowdy crowd her eyes quickly scanned the place until they landed on a familiar face. Smile beaming, she stuck her hand up to wave over the crowd that had gathered inside the tavern before heading over to them. “Hey. I’m glad I found you here.” she says as she approaches.