Azmi slowly made his way along the street towards the Avalon nightclub, trepidation consuming his hands for an instant before he closed his eyes to calm himself. He let a deep sigh escape from his lips followed by a long intake. The motion no longer provided substance for his lungs, but Azmi had always found that it calmed his nerves at the given moment.
A calm hand deliver's a more accurate blow. The thought crept into the back of his mind, quickly shoved aside by a mind that did not want to think of things long past. His training was not necessary at the moment. The old voice returned quickly, He who is not ready will surely perish to those who are.
It was the fear in the back of his mind that was causing Azmi's mind from wandering as well as the long journey undertaken. Men of Azmi's skin color and disposition were not always accepted in the United States these days, so he had spent many days travelling rather then attempting a red eye connection.
Now that he was here, fear crept into the back of his thoughts. The feeling of being in a new city with very little knowledge of his surroundings or what to expect from the kindred of this city was unsettling. he had heard rumours that the Invictus were not nearly as powerful as they once were, and that the Prince had recently turned to the Ordo, which would complicate introductions.
He felt the beast push at the back of his mind with that thought, his tongue lashing along his fangs for an instant as if savouring the taste of the thought. complicated to say the least.
Azmi had managed to get a local motel and through on some terribly fashionable clubbing clothes, or some Invictus Lord had told him they were at one point or another. A 'flowing' midnight button up collar shirt un tucked over a nice par of black pants with an elegant blazer over top. The Lord had said it suited him, to Azmi it was a costume amongst the sheep and not really the style he was accustomed too. Especially with three buttons undone, it felt a little too open and 'showy' for his liking.
Azmi wandered past the Bouncer after a few minutes of discussion and a twenty to skip further introductions, looking intently around the club like a man who had lost his lover and was desperately was seeking to find her. The music was loud and beat against his eardrums, not unpleasantly but with an unfamiliar beat. Kids and their music, at least the beat made him feel alive.
A drunk man ran into Azmi with a sudden thump, causing the beast to rise for a second begging Azmi to lash out at the man and send him to the floor, but Azmi quickly regained composure, only shooting an annoyed look towards him before continuing to look around the club.
Azmi sighed as he spotted nothing out of the ordinary and made his way to the bar, waving to the bartender to get his attention "I will have a scotch, straight up." Azmi loved scotch at a bar. Humans didn't expect you to drink it quickly, so it was not unusual to sit with glass in hand for several minutes pretending to take sips and savour the taste.
He would have to wait unsurprisingly. He chuckled to himself as he remembered times long past, at least he wasnt waiting in the rain.
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