olympian_elf:

 Kael sat outside on the lawn, looking up at the stars. He knew he was honoring his mother by staying on Midgard. He knew she needed him safe until she could root out all of Malekith's traitorous supporters. But..he missed Svartalfheim..he missed his mother. Alflyse wasn't known as an affectionate ruler, such actions could be interpreted as weak, but when not being pressed by matters of state, she could be a very warm person. Midgarders would probably call him a "mother's boy", but he didn't care. There was no shame in loving and honoring one's parent. And living on Midgard was not so terrible. He had comrades, friends even, not to mention Vernque's bewitching company on occassion, but..it wasn't home.

nextgen_vampire:
The vampire bartender's face is slammed into the surface of the bar.

"We want to know who killed Branimer Kushner," the offending vampire said with a thick Czech accent. "We know he came to this bar."

Another vampire causally smoked a cigarette. Yes vampires didn't breathe, yes it was pointless, but he did it anyway. "Might as well tell us, friend." This vampire spoke with a hint of a Slovak accent.

"He was here! But he left! Some Greek guy came in, had a thrall bitch with him. Said he was looking for your guy!" the bartender squealed in a panic.

"A Greek vampire?" The Slovak pondered aloud.

The Czech ripped a piece of bar-stool off and pointed the tip above the bartender's head. "Tell us about them!"

"Okay, okay! He was kind of fleshy-colored, but he had the fangs and everything! Figured maybe he was a pureblood! Spoke with a heavy Greek accent, said he was part of a clan up where you guys operate! The girl was a short thing, really bright red hair, probably dyed! She called him Lance!"

"Lance? Sounds like a douche," the Slovak said with a shrug.

"Probably an alias. We have enough from this guy," the Czech replied.

"So..can I go?" the bartender asked.

The Czech and the Slovak glanced at each other before the Czech staked him. The Slovak chuckles once before chucking a match at the bar. The fire would slowly pick up until it reached the alcohol. The two casually strode out just as the bar went up in flames.