Durriken Enter Stage Right [Edolas Event-Open]

[Durriken Petulengro]

A person walked into the town wearing very strange close. It appeared to be a man but he wore a black lace dress with black stiletto heels. He walked with confidence and ease in the heels only brought about by years wearing such shoes. Over his shoulder, even though it was not raining he had a black lace umbrella shading his pale face from the sun. His face was painted up like a women going out on the town and his hair was purposely cut in a tasteful fashion. The only thing that clashed with the whole thing was the whip curled up and attached to his belt.

Durriken walked into the nearest bar even though it was only 1pm and asked the bartender for a Martini which he sipped after paying for it as he gazed out on the few patrons the bar had seeing if any caught his eye for some fun, or some fun.

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[John King Fisher]

Reports of a strange... thing lurking around a bar in Adonis, Fisher was given the task to go take care of it, and while he would like nothing better than to just shoot them in the head and end it, things were to be taken care of without blood. Regulations on missions like this were a real pain, but he needed to comply or there wouldn't be any reward. He walked into the bar and immediately noticed his target, moving in to sit down next to it, knocking on the bar, "Screwdriver" He set some jewels on the table and turned to the...man. "I'll be blunt. People are scared of you, they want you to leave. Simple, right? Try not to argue." Fisher put his hand of Julia's handle and kept staring straight ahead, not looking at the man.

[Durriken Petulengro]

A laugh could be heard from beneath the auburn locks as Durriken flipped his hair out of his face.

"I guess these people just don't know how to deal with a real woman when they meet one." He would then turn, hook the hook of his umbrella behind Fisher's wrist and try and spin him around so that they would be face to face.

"Do you know how to treat me? Buy me a drink, dance a bit, maybe let me play with your gun a bit or are you afraid it may go off suddenly, explosively, and embarrassingly." He said with a wink that seemed somewhat evil considering how close they now were.

[John King Fisher]

Fisher was quick to draw his gun as he was spun around to face the whatever it is, pressing the barrel of his gun directly into the man's chest with his finger resting on the trigger. "My gun will go off VERY soon if you do not back up." It wasn't until after he had finished the threat that he got a really good look at the man's face, and he wasn't sure if it was the surprise or the amusement that filled him more. "Durriken Posteros Petulengro is wearing a dress and hitting on men in a rundown bar like this... Either you're being controlled or impersonated. Either way something very strange is going on, and I won't be moving my gun until you explain this." With a raised eyebrow of interest, Fisher took a sip of his drink and awaited a response.

[Durriken Petulengro]

((Assuming he has a speed of about 200 since I am taking 100 off for wearing high heels, Willpower to speed, magical attack to strength, and magical defense to endurance since Edolas people wouldn't have magical stats. If you don't like what I did to your character just tell me and I promise to edit))

With a flash and a blur Fisher would find that Durriken was behind him with both arms wrapped around his torso effectively pinning them where they were before Durriken vanished. Fisher would be able to feel the stuffed bra against his back and then a hot breath against his left ear.

"Close dear, Durriken Gale though how did you know my first name was Durriken? And its sooo cute you think I am hitting on you, you'll know when I do that, a whip will be involved" he said letting out a small chuckle that puffed air against Fisher's ear. "And a small piece of advice, if you want to do anything with a women's chest, wise to at least buy her a drink first, maybe even dinner if you want to improve your odds."

If Fisher tried to break his hold he would let it go easily even though it was clear from his grip that he could hold the man if he really wanted to. But honestly, what fun was there in that, he was having a lot of fun seeing what this man would do since he was obviously confused and somewhat intimidated by his appearance and mannerisms, and think, he didn't even need to break out the whip yet. As he waited for the man to react to his words, Durriken would run his fingers up and down the man's chest through his cloths feeling the tense muscles beneath. He was tempted to give the ear a lick before leaving but he wanted to save some tricks for later since he would put money on the man's face being priceless if he did that.

[John King Fisher]

Fisher had heard of the man's abilities, and knew that he wouldn't be holding a gun to Durriken for long. As expected, in a flash, Fisher was being held tightly around the waist, holding him in place as Durriken's hot breath seemed to caress the back of his neck and ear. It was a strange feeling, and wouldn't of been entirely unpleasant if Fisher had swung that way, but as it was, he was a bit too unnerved to try and free himself. It was clear just from the way he acted that this wasn't Durriken in his right mind. He wasn't even sure if he had the right person at this moment, and his given last name was enough to solidify that as truth. "Gale? Something is definitely wrong here...Ma'am?" Unsure what was the proper thing to call him was at this moment.

"I'm going to ignore the flirty, suggestive comments that you keep making and get straight to the questions. Durriken is a very well known man here...but you are obviously not the one I'm thinking of." Fisher remained in the grip, still unable to even attempt getting free just out of pure unease. "If you let me go however...we can have this little conversation over some kind of... meal." Fisher couldn't believe he was doing this, but his curiosity was starting to build the more he thought about it. He just hoped he would be able to survive being around this man with out being forced into some... less than enjoyable positions.

[Durriken Petulengro]

Fisher wouldn't be able to see it but Durriken gave a genuine smile and let the man go. He just earned some serous bonus points with Durriken in that small discussion. Calling him ma'am, and being generally respectful goes far with this version of Durriken as it does with the earthland version.

"Now there is the gentlemen I hoped was hiding under that gruff exterior." Durriken said genuinely without anything flirtation filling his words. "I just got into town but I heard the restaurant down the street has good food. And it's good to know that I am as famous in this world as I am in the other world. What am I famous for here, acting, singing, politics maybe?" he said with a chuckle.

He then moved to Fisher's side and crooked his elbow to be escorted out as he leaned over to grab the umbrella he left propped against the bar. "Car to escort a lady to dinner then?"

[John King Fisher]

Taking a deep breath to organize his thoughts, Fisher hooked his arm around the girls and took a plunge into the danger zone that he was hoping to avoid. If people saw him out and about with someone like this it could hurt his reputation as a killer, even if it was just a friendly dinner at this point. "Well, here you're mostly known for how powerful you are magic wise... I have to admit, I am unfamiliar with this other world that you speak of though. Care to elaborate a little as we walk?" Fisher began to lead the "Lady" out of the bar and on the way to the restaurant that she had mentioned. On the bright side, he accomplished what he was sent there for, and managed to pick up some interesting information on a mystery. Thank god that she had stopped the flirting before it really started to get to Fisher.

[Durriken Petulengro]

"Sure, it's nearly identical to this world, or at least the terrain is. The people though, are quite different, and there seems to be quite a bit more magic in this world, is it true that people here can actually cast magic? Where I come from, magic is only within items."

As if magically picking up on Fisher's constipated mood, he shifted his hips and playfully hip checked the other man. It wasn't in a flirtation manner instead it was more friendly.

"You really need to loosen up or else people may start to try and feed you coal to see if you shit out diamonds." He said playfully.

After a short time they would find themselves in front of a cafe style restaurant. There would be nobody there to seat them so they would have to seat themselves.

[John King Fisher]

Another world, where magic didn't flow freely from people, but instead from the items that hey used for combat. The idea that there was a world such as that interested Fisher, but if there was a Durriken here and there that were this different... Fisher was almost wanting to track down and make sure that his other self wasn't running around making of fool out of them as well. He got more and more worried about this as they walked, hoping that he wouldn't have to put a bullet in his own counter parts head to make sure his reputation was fine. With the bump bringing him back to reality, Fisher gave an awkward smile, "Sorry, I was just thinking about what a different me would really be like... you don't all dress like that do you?" Entering the restaurant, Fisher led Durriken to a table towards the back so that they wouldn't be bothered too much by people recognizing his face. The candle on the table gave it more of a romantic feel than Fisher was wanting, but it was the only real light they had. "I might have to find myself and make sure he doesn't get me into any unnecessary trouble."

[Durriken Petulengro]

"Good luck with that. I landed nowhere near where I left. I got sucked into something, not sure what when I went for a walk outside of Onibas between the matinee and night show....SHIT...they are so going to kill me when I get back." He said dismally when he realized that he was going to miss the show that night.

When the waitress walked up quickly then a blink Durriken's worried face turned blank and then formed a happy smile. This showed a bit of his past since that kind of control only came from a few professions.

"Now, we can I get this lovely couple to drink while you read our menu?" the waitress asked nicely while he handed each of them a menu.

The waitress wasn't lying, the dim light in the back made it so Durriken could easily pass for a women specially when his head was down. The large dress he wore hid his shape and hid his masculine features and his haircut was that a female would wear.

"I would like an ice tea with lemon, what would you like honey?" he replied his voice higher pitched that what he used at the bar.

[John King Fisher]

"That's what they have understudies for isn't it?" He was certain that was a stage term, but it wasn't too important. The fact that Durriken didn't even know how he got here to, what Fisher decided to call the real world, meant that he would have to investigate things himself. He'd need to see the initial entrance point in order to start this whole thing. As the waitress came up and offered the couple a drink, Fisher let out a little sigh, realizing there was no escape from assumptions like this. "I'll just take the same thing." He didn't feel like putting much thought into it really, didn't even plan to finish the drink before they left really. He took a menu from the woman and began looking through it while thinking things over. "Sorry, but I'd like to keep things more business than pleasure for now. After we eat, how'd you feel about taking me to the place you showed up at?"

[Durriken Petulengro]

Durriken sighed at the mention of the understudy but gave Fisher a small smile.

"Yeah your right, but that ham doesn't need any more ego, he already has enough issues getting through small doorways." He said laughing softly. "And yes, all business it is then. I'll take you back to where I appeared in this world. I think the door closed behind me though."

The server soon returned with their tea and since she saw they were still looking at their menus she didn't ask for their order. When she left Durriken reached into his purse and pulled out a flask where he poured a brown liquid, clearly liquor into the tea before offering it to Fisher and taking a sip of his now Irish tea.

"So, you learned so much about little old me, what is this world like, outside of having guns pointed at you and magic being everywhere."

[John King Fisher]

With a little grin, Fisher took the flask, drinking down some of the tea before filling the rest of the glass with Durriken's liquor. He was never one to turn down a drink, especially in situations like this, where he needed to relax a bit more. A little bit of the spirits always helped him think a little clearer as well, which would be needed if he was going to solve the little mystery of how Lady Durriken got around these parts. Stage actors always seemed to have an attitude of being better than other people, especially the understudies, which was surprising seeing as they were second choice actors. He gave a little frown that the door to the other world had closed so soon, cutting off some of the clues.

He supposed some turn around questions were okay as well, he didn't want to offend the only link he had to the mystery so soon. "Fair enough." Fisher gave smile at the gun comment, he was fine with that greeting most of the time, a lot of dangerous people were out there after all. "Sorry about the guns, just a force of habit for me. With magic everywhere, you never know who's dangerous and who's not, but as long as you're strong there isn't a lot of trouble. Having back-up from a guild helps a lot too. You can usually find good people there, even if you aren't trying to. Things are pretty calm over all though. Unless you're into the less scrupulous line of work that some people get into." Fisher tapped his chest with the some people line, a little smirk thrown in as he took a drink from the spiced up tea and slid the flask back to Durriken.