#nina01

Where: La Glace - underground ice bar When: 11pm, Vendredi

Pop quiz! On a Friday night was Julian:

a) Being a good man and donating his time to the homeless

b) Just getting done with praying at church

c) Blowing through a baggie of snow at an ice bar with the intention of getting out of his mind

The answer wasn’t exactly surprising. One day the habit was going to catch up to him, but wrapped in his jacket and sipping on a dark & stormy, it seemed that day wasn’t today. Business was slow at the ports for a Friday, with the Harbour Master signing a few papers here and there until his time to leave rang. He’d spent the majority of his time at his desk, mind running through a billion scenarios with the Vittori and the Vargas. Would his potential skip go smoothly, or was he going to lose a limb? What if the emerald empire wasn’t all it was cracked up to be? What if Henri gave him up to SPVM? There were far too many questions and too few answers for him to have a normal evening. Sitting at the bar, he didn’t pay much mind to the woman who appeared beside him until he saw her face. Nina Ambrose. The Pistris once had business with her family, but it had died with Michael. “If it isn’t the Instagram darling of Montreal...” 

For the most part, Mike had been minding his own business - doing whatever he could to keep his mind busy until he had been able to find something to do with his life. So far, the search wasn’t entirely going so well - and at this point, he was starting to feel tired with just about everything. He sits at a table, resting his cheek against his arm on the table and closes his eyes, taking in a deep breath as he allows himself to relax his body.

He had a rather bad habit of dozing off in random places- and this was no exception. Just as he was about to nod off, however, he feels someone sit in the seat next to his, and Mike perks up.

He’s admittedly quite annoyed that somebody had chosen to sit next to him - but it’s quick to go away when he sees it’s a rather familiar face. Giving her a tiny smile, Mike half halfheartedly waves a hand at her and plops his head back down against his arm.

@reveuraventurier

Hajime is instantly endeared to the statue. It’s a little statue in the intersection of the shopping center, a dog standing all tall and proud... and adorable. It must be commemorating some famous heroic dog. Or maybe it’s just a nice statue. Whatever is it, that doesn’t matter! What matters is that Hajime has just found a perfect photo-op.

And wait it out, he did.

Almost like the gods above heard him (fortunately they weren't anywhere in sight or else the god killer would've turned them into ashes by now), the sound of crackling and popping reached his ears. Nose twitched slightly, the smell of something burning assaulted his nose. Then there were the delectable cries of someone desperately calling for help. Lips curled into a manic grin, looks like he'll get what he wanted. 

Bit of flames and fire.

Waddling his way towards the person on fire, their body rolled violently on the floor, unable to put the fire out, finally ceasing as their body went limp, flames going on strong. "About time you stopped moving. Uhihihi~."