The Proper Role-Play

I watch as she walks out the door. I sit there, bemused, for a while. Then I shout: "Innkeeper! More of this ale! It's fantastic!"
 
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I walk the streets, I look like a black shadowy figure drifting in the wind, I growl as I scent Another newcomer "Soon our streets will be filled with newcomers!" I mutter half amused half annoyed and ignores the new scent as I walk to the woods
 
I walk back to my house, finding Noone really. I put the coats back and walk upstairs. I then continue working on my project.
 
I look over at this new arrival. Being slightly drunk, I laugh.
"I've seen things a lot scarier then vampires in my travels. Hah!"
 
I take a swig of ale, and start telling my story. I weave the tiniest bit of magic into my words, and soon, the entire inn is captivated. My story lasts long into the night, and at the end, most of the crowd retires upstairs too their rooms.
 
Marcus says "well that was enchanting gnite to yeh". He then walks home listening to the sounds of Moscow. He see's his house in the distance and sprints towards it laughing with delight. As he walks through the front door and makes his way to his bed he thinks about how well his evening went. "no angry mob I musta acted good today"and passed out. He dreams about how he made his first kill as a vampire.
 
I walk in and sit down and order spring water. Hearing ppl snicker about ordering water in a bar I get slightly annoyed.

I look at the drunks and choose which ones want to start a fight and avoid them of possible.
 
I walk out of the woods, back to my human form and walk back into the bar and sits down. The bartender sees me and gets my usual order: Ice Cold Water. I nod at him and spin my seat around watching the snow fall slower. Then faster. Creating a pattern as I watch wondering how snow falls. If it gets pushed out or the cloud overflows and they fall. "Hmm...." I whisper as I ponder on that thought.
 
Seeing that everyone is either drunk or practically asleep, I get up to pay. The barkeeper accepts my currency warily, as he has never seen western D'Irge before. I tell him that it's gold either way, and he accepts the coin. I pick up my jacket and set out into the now-calm snow.
 
I scoot closer to Tiger, and say "You not a big fan of alcohol either?"

I put my elbows on the bar my back facing the bar looking out into the snow also.
 
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