#purgatory9

[coffincanary]

Me, poking the German Supernatural PurgatoryCon organizers with a stick: C'mon... Announce J2 already...

[creationofalchemy]

“I’d imagine you’re not the first to say that.” She chuckled.

As they walked the shelf closed behind them. In a little hole in the wall was a human looking fellow. He seemed bored, reading the paper, phone on a little desk.

The hallway wasn’t very long, it was quite dark, but pari could make out a poster here and there. ‘Don’t harm the humans’. And ‘leave your beef at the door, eat ours instead’ and another for the wi-fi password. (The network was purgatory9, the password was dantefuntime)

The final turn lead to a set of stairs. There were a few levels to the bar. A short set down a quarter flight to a moderately dark room with res lights. Ahead of them some stairs to a much darker and colder looking place , and a set up to a place that didn’t look quite as dark as down below, but it was dark enough seeing would be very, very hard.

“We’ll stay on this floor for now.” Anilla said as she held pari’s hand eyeing up the quarter full floor. “Place is a bit light, but I see why they asked about werewolves. It’s three quarters wolfy’ boi’s.” She let out with a low whistle.

About in lounging areas, and seating area’s were a mix of people. A few had hair, or rather fur in excess. A couple had their shirts off. One or two full wolves were wandering about talking to people. In one corner two very, very human looking people were surrounded by a whole pack.

Off in another corner a voice piped up. “Hey pinkie pie, why are you here? You can’t even get drunk!”

Anilla froze and snapped to her left. There in a booth, was a lone young looking girl with a fancy fruity drink in front of her. “Anne! Nice to meet you. Pari, this is Anne, a vampire, she’ll do for a first meeting!”

"Everyone has their own personal demons. I'm not disputing that you have yours, nor do I doubt it. Let's just say that I've seen a lot.. A hell of a lot." ((I tried to trim the post but my phone is stupid D:))

“I mean, I believe ya, I do… it’s just usually ‘im a bubbly pink haired flesh eating cold blooded murderer’ gets more than a ‘I feel ya’.” She shrugged. “It’s, wel, it’s not altogether unpleasant, just very surprising.”