World's End

[Phoebe Draclau]

Krant
World 's End

The woman's mind was all a jumble mess. She couldn't make heads or tails when it came to herself or whom she was. The woman wasn't concerned about the galaxy around her. What did that matter if she didn't know herself. Phoebe had been wandering around in hopes that something would jog her memory however so far no such luck. It was frustrating beyond believe to not know anything not in mention the woman felt a little stupid.

Sighing she watched as a group passed by her wondering she she ought to stop them and talk to them. They may know whom she was or if not may be able to help her in a different way. Phoebe didn't say a word however and let them pass her by as she didn't even know how to bring up the subject. What was she supposed to ask? 'Do you know me?' That was a silly question and it would only invoke more questions which she didn't have answers to. Phoebe didn't know what caused this confusion within herself. The only thing she knew was that she woke up in some castle not remembering anything.

Phoebe had searched the castle up and down for clues as to whom she was or what could have happened but came up empty handed. It was frustrating but instead of sitting there and stewing she had made the decision to get out there and go get a drink. That would either help or make everything worse. She right now really didn't care which one it was.

Entering the club she made a beeline for the bar and plopped down ordering the strongest thing they had. The bartender told her what that was however she hadn't been paying attention so what he put in front of her was a mystery but it was good. Leaning back in her seat she took another sip of her drink.

[member="Salem Norongachi"]

 

[Salem Norongachi]

Sometimes you just had to get away. It was a nice concept, a holiday, one that it had taken Salem Norongachi nearly 800 years to acclimatize to. Not that this really counted, it was just another bar. Another place to hide when the darkness got too much, the thoughts and regrets bore down on him beyond his ability to mask or manage.

He drank alone. Never speaking to anyone except the barman that was always handy with a whisky. There wasn't anything for him to say, or anything anyone else could say that would change the fact that the most powerful man in the CIS was propped up at a bar on Krant trying very hard to throw himself back in time when he'd had something more tangible than a seat of power. Something worthwhile to hold on to.

"One more," Salem said and the barman obliged, it was in the intervening moments that his senses -ever working on an unconscious level- detected the aroma of someone he knew. He recalled the altercation with drunken clarity, that being hazy and jumbled. The blonde, pretty as she was, had raised his ire.

What was her name again? He struggled to place one to the face and then as the feeling grew with her approach. Phoebe...something. Wasn't she Verds wife? He thought idly, taking the glass from the barman and putting it to his mouth. They'd never actually spoken, other than that occasion, but he didn't imagine she would be best pleased to see the man that had taken her Husbands position.

It was then that she sat down, not two seats from him and the baser instincts of his sex, heightened by the powerful alcohol, forced him to look her over. Still pretty, he mused.

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[Phoebe Draclau]

Had she been herself she probably would have punched the lights out of the man sitting next to her instead of thinking he was cute in a weird way. He had taken her husband’s job and everything from her though the blonde had no way of knowing that either. it was in both their best interests that she was like this. It made things more relaxing and less complicated. Nobody liked complicated anyway or well Phoebe didn’t which was part of the reason she was still drinking.

“Cheers,” she looked to Salem sitting next to her as she held out her bottle to him with a silly grin plastered on her face. Phoebe was just trying to be friendly of course to the stranger next to her. If she was lucky later in the night she would even get him to dance with her. They could drink the night away and have fun. She could figure out who she was in the morning. This was how she wanted things to go she decided.

The woman would offer the stranger a name but funny thing was she couldn’t seem to remember hers. It slipped her mind just like the rest of her life and it was better that way. If the woman had any inkling that the love of her life was gone and she left with nothing Phoebe would have gone crazy by now. The borders of Krant would be cut off from the confederacy and she would have declared herself queen.

“We should go dance, want to dance?” Clearly this woman was on something or not herself. The question was if he cared or not.
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