Neron
At the end of the bar, a tumbler of whiskey frosted with ice awaits Varus, placed there by a barman dressed all in black with a welcoming, fanged sort of smile. Neron has seen him walk in, and if the metal arm isn't enough to suggest the Voice's involvement, the utter lack of care towards the cold is a pretty big hint. Nudging the drink towards him, he straightens up and beckons for him to take a seat if he likes.
"Evening, brother," he murmurs - their Ascended family is very close knit as of late, but Neron doesn't recognise anything about this newcomer. "Neron," he introduces himself. "I own the bar. You new to Halo?" Or new to being Ascended in general, perhaps?
"Evening, brother," he murmurs - their Ascended family is very close knit as of late, but Neron doesn't recognise anything about this newcomer. "Neron," he introduces himself. "I own the bar. You new to Halo?" Or new to being Ascended in general, perhaps?
i am mine
before i am ever anyone else’s
before i am ever anyone else’s
