Time for Relaxing (Phoebe, OPEN)

[Methos]

[/url] and is still ongoing), Methos or Adam Pierson as he goes by in this century is out walking again, as driving in San Francisco is a pain in the ass compared to New York; since New York does not have the hills like San Francisco.

As he walks, he thinks back to what happened and ponders just what is going on, as Wendigos are something more commonly heard about in Canada than here; however, they were also like Bigfoot, and were never seen by people. Still, after that, he searched for a place to get a drink and hopefully a good number of drinks and heard about a place called P3

Thinking that this might be a good place to go and drink, as Methos did love drinking, having been around for when beer was invented, making him the oldest alcoholic ever. But due to being an Immortal, and the fact he has drank beer and it variations for so long, he is not one to get drunk that fast, and could in theory drink a bar out of house and home.

Rounding the corner, Methos saw the P3 sign and stopped as he looked at it and it reminded him of a different time and place. He continued on and walked up, showing his identification to the bouncer so that he may enter, and being allowed in, enters and looks around the place. Spotting the bar, he walks over towards it and sits down, and the bartender walks over. "Beer please," Methos says to him as he turns and looks around the room.[/size][/ul]

[Phoebe Halliwell]

Whatever had happened after the battle with Zankou, wherever the earth-shattering explosion of the Nexus had sent them, Phoebe had kind of expected it to be...well, a lot different. But as far as alternate realities (if that was what this was; she and her sisters had yet to pin a definite name on it) went, this one wasn't all that drastically dissimilar to the world she knew. One by one, she'd been checking off the 'Signs That The Seemingly Harmless World You've Ended Up in is Actually a Disaster Zone', a list comprised from personal experience - but so far, none of said signs seemed to be present. No oppressive fascist government, no post-apocalyptic future, no flip-flopped societal sense of morality. As far as Phoebe had seen, there was really nothing wrong with this world. It was a little unsettling, in all honesty. Things like this didn't work out. They never worked out.

But hey, as long as this was going to last, she wouldn't be complaining. Even Piper's club, P3, was still intact - which meant that it was still a prime hang-out spot for, not only a good chuck of San Francisco's local population, but for the Charmed Ones themselves. Paige hadn't gotten back from magic school yet, and Piper had taken a particularly snarky cell phone conversation with a bartender who'd forgotten to call in sick outside, so Phoebe had used the time to help out a bit around the unfortunately understaffed bar. The whole bartender thing wasn't so hard, really - it was even kind of fun. Reminded her of her college days, when she'd been willing to take any job she could get to get by. ...Okay, so maybe not so fun.

Regardless, the witch kept in relatively cheery spirits as she served a couple their drinks, and then glanced over to the other half of the bar where Manny - usually a waiter, now subbing as a bartender as well - was taking car of business. He seemed to be doing fairly well, Phoebe noted casually...and then her gaze fell upon a familiar face sitting at the bar. It took her a moment to place where she'd seen him before: the other night...in the ally...with the wendigo. Right. Curiosity overtook her, and she flashed him a quick grin as she headed over to him. The guy had great timing, she had to give him that. He'd showed up almost as if on cue to fight that monster. She'd have to introduce him to Piper and Paige later - that was, if he didn't turn out to be, like, a demon or warlock or something.

"Hey! Remember me?" she greeted brightly, leaning slightly on the bar and giving him a curious once-over. "I never got to thank you. You know, for your help. That kind of...uh, situation, would send most people running and screaming." But then, she kiiiind of got the feeling that he didn't classify as 'most people'. Maybe it had something to do with the sword he'd happened to be carrying around earlier.

[Methos]

[/b] he says to her as he thinks. "It was nothing, glad I could help," he says in response. "And I have seen a lot worst," he adds as he remembers his time with the Four Horsemen, when he was known as Death during the Bronze Age and all the other times he was feared by people.

"I was just glad that, that thing did not do any harm to anyone, although who knows what would have happened if it was not stopped (OOC if it is stopped). Cause I know that something like that, would have caused panic in the streets and who knows what else could have happened," he comments as he offers his hand to Phoebe, "Adam Pierson," he states to her. "So, how long have you worked here if I may ask Mrs...."[/size][/ul]

[Phoebe Halliwell]

She quirked an eyebrow. He's seen a lot worse than a wendigo? Well that was...yeah. You didn't hear that everyday. It made her even more curious about the man's identity, and how it was that he'd managed to show up right when he did. A wendigo wasn't exactly the top of her own personal 'most horrific things in existence' list, but that was simply because of who she was and what she did on a semi-daily basis. Most people would have been terrified had they run into that little scene in the alleyway. Judging from his concerns for anyone getting hurt, however, his moral compass seemed to be pretty firmly planted in the right direction...unless it was some kind of trick. Demons could be tricky. But Phoebe shook those thoughts away; she really was getting a little too paranoid these days.

With a careful glance around the bar to make sure no one was close enough to hear what they were saying (that would have gone over well among the regulars here at P3), Phoebe leaned in a little closer and replied. "A wendigo like that one - it probably would have kept a low profile. It's smart." Easily as intelligent as any human, because human was exactly what it used to be. "But far from harmless. And I wasn't even close to being prepared to deal with it, so...good thing you guys were there, huh?" No thanks to Kit - the least the stupid cat could have done was give her a warning. Oh, no, but that would have been too easy. In the end, though, no one had gotten hurt, and the threat had been dealt with - so she supposed she owed her familiar thanks. Or something. The whole thing was still kind of weird knowing who and what Kit was this time around, so Phoebe didn't dwell on it.

As the man introduced himself as Adam Pierson, she drew back and shook his hand with another grin. "Oh - Phoebe," she replied in turn when he paused expectantly. "Phoebe Halliwell. Nice to meet you, Adam." She wondered briefly whether he would recognize the name. The Charmed Ones were well-known in the magical community, but then again he hadn't seemed to know what a wendigo was, so perhaps this specific magical community wasn't his forte. Studying him curiously, she was abruptly brought out of her thoughts by his next question. "Actually, my sister owns this place. I don't work here - but she's low on staff tonight, so I'm just here to help her out." It was helping everyone out, really. Because when Piper was stressed, no one was happy. She suppressed a smile at the thought and turned her attention back to Adam.

"What about you? You live in San Francisco?" Phoebe asked him, genuine curiosity edging her voice.

[Methos]

[/b] he says to her as he looks around. He leans in as Phoebe talks about that thing. Nodding, he takes a drink, "I've heard about them, but only as myth and legend," he states as he thinks. "Actually, I have heard a lot of myths and legends," he adds as he lowers his voice as he takes a drink, "Including one about me," he comments to himself as he looks at her.

"Normally, I would have not bothered, but I guess my friend, MacLeod has rubbed off on me. And I am smart too, especially with what I know," he states as he looks at his empty glass, "Since I am guessing that there is more to you than meets the eye, I think another beer is needed," he states with a grin as he ponders something, "Outside of Wendigos, there are many more things out int he world, and some that are older than history," he adds as he looks around.

"For example, I can pick out a lot of detail on people, in a small area than most can, and I can disappear just as easy as anyone and never be found." and he thinks as she asks where he is from, "Paris, but a lot of places before that," he mentions to her.[/size][/ul]

[Phoebe Halliwell]

Phoebe couldn't help the incredulous expression that crossed his face as he spoke. So there were myths and legends about this guy, huh? That could mean...a lot of different things, good or bad, actually. And while Phoebe was trying to lean towards good here, she knew it would be stupid to rule anything out at this point. And he wasn't finished yet - what he went on to tell her was equal parts intriguing and suspicious. This certainly wasn't the kind of conversation she'd imagined having with anyone in the middle of a bar - apart from Piper or Paige, maybe. Her work now forgotten for a moment, she blinked at him, not bothering to hide her curiosity. As long as they weren't being overheard (and for the moment, it didn't look like they were) she was more than willing to engage in a bit of conversation of the more 'supernatural' variety. Despite all that she and her sisters had experienced, it seemed there was always more to learn about the magical world - and Phoebe never really got tired of learning.

"I'll tell you one thing, Adam. You sure are an interesting guy." she told him with a grin, although she still regarded him carefully. "All the way from Paris, huh? Well, your timing's pretty good. Great, actually." Well...that probably depended on who you asked. For her, him coming across her just as she was having a bit of trouble with a wendigo was pretty great timing. Other people...probably wouldn't agree quite so eagerly. Still, what she was more interested in now was finding out exactly what this guy's story was. The problem was, she had no idea how much he'd be willing to tell her. She knew how protective she was of her own secrets (having seen the consequences of them being revealed played out firsthand), and she could imagine that Adam was probably similar in that respect.

So she hesitated before asking the question she really wanted to ask, taking another glance around the bar before just deciding - well, to hell with it. What was the worst that could happen? "So, uh," Phoebe began, quirking an eyebrow. "I guess this is the part where I ask...what are you? I mean, you sure know a lot about all of this stuff, so I'm gonna go out on a limb and say you're not just some regular ol' human." Not that being a regular ol' human was a bad thing. There were days when Phoebe would have given a lot to be just another regular ol' human.

[Methos]

[/b] he says to her as he thinks. So, Phoebe wants to know who I am, or more along the lines of what I am? he thinks. "Well, that depends," he comments as he looks around and thinks. "I am a human with a lot of knowledge on a number of subjects, that date back a few thousand years; give or take a hundred years." he states simply.

Looking at her, he ponders, "And I am going to go out on a limb myself, and guess that I am not the only thing that is interesting in this establishment, for a Wendigo to go after. Since, my knowledge of lore on the Wendigo, a creature appearing in the legends of the Algonquian people. A malevolent cannibalistic spirit that could possess humans or a monster that humans could physically transform into." he drinks and smiles at her. "As I can tell, you are not an Algonquian, perhaps a decedent of one, so the blood is a small trace. But you knew what it was, so that tells me you are well educated in lore and Native American history, or you are not as human as you appear to be," he asks Phoebe as he orders another beer.

"I tend to appear in the right place at the right time, as I am very observant and I do try not to get too involved, unless I have to; and seeing that thing was a good idea that I needed to get involved. So Miss Halliwell, what is so unique about you, that would cause a creature of legend to a race of people that are all across the United States to want to attack you?" he asks her simply.

Thinking on something he closes his eyes and reopens them. "How about a trade; we both enjoy a conversation, over a few drinks about what we are, and how we maybe similar or different to each other. And I am going to lean towards different in that aspect."[/ul][/size]

[Phoebe Halliwell]

Okay. So this guy - he was smart. Probably smart enough to see through any evasive excuse she might concoct, and really she didn't see the point in trying to fool him anyway. If he was willing to talk, there was no reason why she shouldn't be - especially since she was curious enough to want to hear what he had to say. Of course, she wasn't ruling him out as a threat just yet. She was a Charmed One. There was every chance that all of this was just some set-up meant to manipulate her - but while she'd be keeping on her toes, she wasn't getting a bad vibe from him yet. Now that she was getting the hang of her empath abilities, it was usually pretty evident to Phoebe when someone meant her harm - and this 'Adam', mysterious as he was, didn't really strike her as the type.

Still, one thing she was not planning on doing was telling him how she'd actually known about the Wendigo and how to defeat it. Experience had taught Phoebe that running her mouth about the Book of Shadows, especially around someone she hardly knew, was never a good idea. So the question was...what was safe to tell him? She supposed she could let him know that she was a witch - not necessarily a Charmed One, in case he'd heard of them - but a witch, and that would probably be a sufficient enough explanation. Even normal witches had their fair share of run-ins with supernatural creatures, after all. She bit her lip slightly. "Well to tell you the truth," she admitted, rolling her eyes a bit sheepishly. "The whole thing was kind of an accident. My cat got out, and I chased her - and the Wendigo just sort of found me. Probably would've attacked anyone it came across in a dark alley." Phoebe shrugged. Wendigos didn't necessarily limit their attacks to special sorts of people - on the contrary, they typically went after any seemingly defenseless victim that happened to be nearby in her experience.

But she was dodging the question, she knew. Sparing one last glance around the club to make sure no one was listening in - Piper would probably kill her if she found out that this conversation was taking place - Phoebe lowered her voice further as she continued. "But if you're asking how I knew how to kill it, that would be because I've dealt with one of them before." Well, once. And years ago. But her memory served her well, apparently. "I'm a witch." And with that single, simple statement, Phoebe was moving around the bar and settling down next to him, as if it were the most casual thing in the world...though even if she wasn't showing it, she was monitoring his emotions carefully for a reaction. Still, her gesture was genuine. She was accepting the offer he'd just made. "Not typically the kind of conversation I have over a few drinks, but..." She gave another shrug with a bit of a grin. "You have me intrigued. So let's talk." Talk for the brief amount of time they most likely had until Piper noticed she wasn't working and came over there to bite her head off, at least.

[Methos]

Adam looked as he listened to what Phoebe said and he smiled. "Ah, the art of spell and the wand. Something that has been around for a long, long time," he says as he looks around the bar and at the ceiling. "No black cat, and nothing hanging form the ceiling, so not a witch with evil intentions, or anything." he mentions. Lowering his voice, he smiles at her before he speaks again. I have been called a witch, although a deamon more often than that. Mainly because of just what I am," he states to her as he finishes his drink.

"Let me see, where to start...." he says to her as he closes his eyes and thinks of how to explain just what he is. Saying you are a witch is one thing, but that you are an Immortal is another thing altogether. Normally, mortals, found out about Immortals, after seeing the Quickening, but this was different, as there was no Quickening. Shrugging, he looks at Phoebe, "What do you know of Immortals?" he asks her as he studies her reaction to that single and simple question.

As he waits, he adds. "Just as there are Witches in the world, there are other beings that exist as well. Deamons, vampires, Werewolves, Mutants, Superheroes and Villains and Aliens," he mentions as he talks about the recent appearances. "To add to that list, are those that have seen many things through the years, some as old as time, or so I have heard, others as young as 13." and he looks at her for a moment.

"I am an observer; a watcher if you will. I watch and observe, documenting all that I see. When I am retired, another will take my place and so on, till the end of time, or the time of the Gathering, when all Immortals will be drawn to somewhere on the Earth, to battle it out, till only one survives," he adds as he drinks his beer. Adam looks around, and ponders for a moment as he leans forward. "Can I have another beer please?" he asks her as he grins. "And you better get one too, cause you have no idea what you are about to learn."

[Methos]

OOC: Got tired of waiting for a response. So I posted.

Sitting as Methos watched Phoebe, he blinked as he felt something. Looking around, he saw nobody, but knew that someone was here who was Immortal. Finishing his beer, he stood and smiled at Phoebe. "Excuse me, but I need to leave for a moment. Something just came up that I need to attend to," he states to her as he pays for the beers he had and nods as he drops a business card with an address and a phone number written on it.

Standing, he turns and leaves as he looks around the room one more time before heading out the door of P3 and walking down the to the alley. Stopping he spots the a person who is also looking around and he smiles as he turns down the alley, behind P3 and waits as he draws his sword. As he stands there, he looks both to the left and right as the guy walks to the alley and looks down it before heading towards him.

"So, i did sense another," the man says as Adam looks and smiles. "Yea, its common for us. Now, who might you be?" he asks as he stands there, his sword resting across his left arm. "It won't matter to you, when I take your head," the man says as he draws out his own sword and Adam nods. "Typical, try to be nice and do proper introduction and nothing happens." he says as he ready's himself.

As soon as Adam is ready, the two rush and begin to fight each other, their swords clanging against each other, and sparks flying off of them when they hit at times. AS the two combatants duel, they hit the walls of the buildings, trash dumpsters and each other. Even the fire escapes are hit, causing sparks to fly and the slicing of the metal supports. However, the fighting gets up to a faster pace, and all of the sudden stops, when both combatants are hit and stop. Adam is hit in the left arm, while the other guy is hit int he stomach.

Standing and walking over to the guy on his knees, Adam places the tip of his sword under the guys chin. "What is your name?" the man asks as Methos smiles. "Methos," he says simply as he brings his sword back. "There can be only one," he adds as he swings it, taking the mans head off. Walking away, Methos stops as the Quickening is released from the man and, and lightning comes out of the sky and ground on a clear night. The lightning arcs off the walls of the buildings, causing lights in the alleyway to explode as it arcs up and over the metal frames of the fire escapes and anything else. Trash cans are knocked over and bags explode as the electricity of the Quickening expands.

Lights inside of nearby buildings flicker, and light bulbs probably explode as doe the headlights of nearby cars. Some even start on their own as the horns, alarms go off, and the engines rev up. Once the Quickening is over, Methos places his sword in his trench coat and stands up, adjusting his attire and looking at his cloths. "And this was my favorite coat," he states to himself as he walks off and back towards P3 to finish drinking.

[Phoebe Halliwell]

Spell and...wand? Black cats? Phoebe raised her eyebrows - it sounded like this guy had learned everything he seemed to know about witches from a cartoon Halloween special. Still, that didn't quite seem to fit - he'd seemed to be able to handle the wendigo alright, so clearly he wasn't lying about at least some of the supernatural knowledge she had. "Actually, it's usually the good witches who have the cats." she commented lightly, trying to make a joke out of her confusion. It was true, though. Unless you were just a plain old...cat lover, most witches kept very particular cats around. Their familiars. Like Kit - although Phoebe hadn't exactly known about that until recently.

He hardly needed to lecture her about the various sorts of supernatural creatures that existed in the world - Phoebe dealt with them every other day. From demons, to warlocks, to fairies, to werewolves, to...leprechauns. Yeah. That one was still weird. But these 'Immortals' he was talking about were new to her - at first, she had to wonder what he meant. The Elders? The angelic beings that so often dictated what she and her sisters did were the only immortals Phoebe knew of, so...maybe this guy was a whitelighter? But that didn't seem right, either. If he was a whitelighter, he'd be busy looking after his charge, not having a few drinks at a bar. And the last time she'd checked, whitelighters didn't fight each other to the death. Yeah, that...that was definitely a new one.

"Why do you have to fight?" she asked, quirking her head a little to one side. "I mean, that seems kinda silly - you're all gonna end up dying out. Couldn't you just coexist?" Even now, Phoebe was pretty sure she was gonna pass on that beer - Piper would kill her if she drank too much while she was supposed to be working, and Phoebe was fairly confident that she could handle whatever he was going to tell her. Before she could say anything else, however, Adam excused himself. She quirked an eyebrow at that, watching him go. Well that was...kind of shady. Considering what she knew about him, 'something coming up' probably meant trouble, and she was sorely tempted to follow him and find out exactly what he was up to. She stifled the temptation, however. Don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong, Phoebe. She could hear the words Grams used to scold her with as clearly as if her grandmother was right there standing next to her.

Well. Might as well get back to work while she waited for him.

She hopped to her feet, and had managed to serve a few more customers and do some cleaning up before Adam came back in. Glancing over, she flashed him a smile - although it turned from friendly to puzzled in a matter of seconds, when she noticed his...slightly disheveled state. "What'd you do, get into a scrap with some thugs in the back alley?" If only she knew.

[Methos]

[/b] he states simply as he looks and sits down. Thinking, he smiles, "Coexisting is difficult for an Immortal," he states. "Well, Immortals in general can coexist, but not many can. The thing that Immortals know, is that you have to keep eyes open at all times. If you have friends that are Immortals, than at some point, you will have to fight them," he adds as he drinks his beer.

"Everyone dies at some point. But it is those that are able to cheat death that have to live in a world that they cannot return to," he comments as he sits there and thinks to what he will say next as he remembers his many wives. "Especially if they where married, or had a family. An Immortal with a mortal family is dangerous, cause those who want the Immortals head, can use the family to their advantage," he mentions to her as he ponders. What makes it worst, is that Immortals that have families, must live as their wives, girlfriends, whatever grow old and die, and they remain locked as they look and their age when they were killed."

Looking at his drink, he studies it, deep in thought, "That is why most, if not all Immortals lead lives that keeps them from their families or looking for relationships. Most just find other Immortals and form on again, off again relationships. Granted some can be dangerous, others can be highly entertaining. I know a few that are more like slapstick and serious at the same time," and he speaks of his friends MacLeod and Amanda. Adjusting himself in his seat, he takes a drink of his drink before continuing, "What's worst, is that no one knows really how long Immortals will live. They say till the end of time, but others state that it is up to the time when the last Immortals on Earth gather together for the Gathering. After the gathering, the Immortal that survives, will have the power to either help the world, or rule over it," and he grins. "Even I do not know what will happen, and I know a lot of thing," he adds with a grin.

Thinking to himself, he grins, "How well do you like History?" he asks her as he finishes his drink.[/ul][/size]