Part Timer (Elektra/Open)

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Wulf might not have been old enough to serve alcohol to the customers, but he was old enough to bus the tables, and carry food to the customers. The bar wasn't all that crowded during the day, either, so he didn't have to do that much work in all honesty.

But one did what one must, he supposed. He had to support his mother somehow.

Today, however, was different. There had been some kind of massacre at a place called Vixen's Keep, which he was sure he wouldn't look into as it sounded over his head, and the bar had a rather...somber air about it. Perhaps people thought this bar was going to be next? In any case, he collected the plates from a now empty table, and took them into the kitchen area to be washed. It was a rather slow day.

He pulled a dollar out of his pocket, the price of a soda, and asked the bartender if he could get a Dr. Pepper, since he wasn't needed for the moment. The bartender today was an overly gregarious man, but he was quite fond of Wulf. Despite the boy being overly polite to everyone. He brought the soda, and Wulf thanked him, bowing politely.

"Aye, enjoy it boyo. Ye work hard aroun' here."

"Thank you, Mr. McGhinty."

The man sheepishly smiled, and again told Wulf to call him Smith, and they both had a good laugh. Wulf felt almost normal for a few minutes, before one of the customers started getting...rowdy. The two were the only customers in the bar, and McGhinty had gone into the back for a minute to get something, and the man was raising his hand to strike a young lady, when something inside Wulf snapped.

He raised his index finger without thinking, pointing it like a gun as the woman shrieked and shrank away from the man who was about to smack her. A blue ball that only the spiritually aware could see erupted from Wulf's fingertip. To everyone else it would just look like a distortion in the air.

The man paused just before it hit him, turning to Wulf.

"What're you pointing a-ACK!"

The toned-down version of the Spirit Gun caught the man in the stomach, and he slid back an inch and fell to the ground clutchnig his stomach, as the young lady ran out of the bar, screaming something about a demon pointing at her boyfriend and hurting him.

"Oh dear..."

It seemed like Wulfgaard had gotten carried away.

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It wasn't particularly a busy time of year anyway. The bar had been awfully quiet for the past couple of days and the incident at Vixen's Keep didn't particularly help matters. People seemed to have gotten stupid little theories into their heads that the bar they frequented the most would be the next stop in massacre town. Elektra on the other hand thought they were all just panicking about nothing as such and she kinda wished she could change their way of thinking, but unfortunately that was far beyond her pay grade. She was merely a bar owner, sat in her cozy little back office, staring blankly at a tax return form as she tried to remember where she'd put the relevant paperwork that she needed to fill out the damn thing.

Or at least, that's what she was trying to do.

Smith, one of the part time bartenders, knocked loudly and barged his way in, earning himself a disgruntled look from Ele.

”What is it, Smith?” she asked simply and got the low down of the situation in the bar. So there was a guy threatening his girlfriend or something and generally being an asshole. ”Oh, brilliant. I'll be right out.”

She watched Smith leave and straightened herself out then followed him, only to see the girlfriend running out of the bar looking incredibly flustered and squawking something about demons. What a strange lady? Or maybe there was something she had overlooked.

She glanced over at her new bus boy. He was a sixteen year old who didn't seem to get anything out of the education system and as far as Elektra was aware he had a couple of other jobs too. His bussing job at the Wandering Mule was only a part time thing since for the most part, Elektra ran things by herself with the help of a few part timers and only a couple of people who worked there full time. Ele found it easier to deal with part timers.

Either way, Wulf looked a bit irritated himself and he was pointing at the man.

”Wulf, can you go through to my office please?” Ele said, not looking at him as such and moving over to the guy, leaning down beside him and keeping her voice soft and low. ”You do not use any type of violence on the premises, sir. I will not allow it. You will get up and leave immediately and you won't touch your girlfriend again. A woman brought you into this world therefore you have no right to disrespect one. Now get up and get out or I'll call the cops.”

She stood up and made her way back through to her office, beckoning Wulf to do the same.

”So, are you going to tell me what just happened? And are you going to tell me what you are? If you're a supernatural entity, I'm gonna have to know what you are if you're working here.”

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Wulfgaard had a sinking feeling in his stomach, now. He had lost his temper, and likely one of his jobs. He let out a slight meep when Elektra, his boss, called him over to her office. He walked into her office, looking rather depressed.

Then she asked her questions. He figured honesty was the best policy, so he spoke truthfully.

"I...erm...got angry at that man and hit him with a concentrated ball of what is called Spirit Energy. I am human, but I had a near death experience two years ago that granted me supernatural powers. I share a body with my ancestor, who I am named after."

He sighed. Being a shave (Shay-vay) was difficult. He wasn't even sure if it was the proper term, him being of nordic and japanese ancestry, and it was an African term. The inner Wulfgaard felt...pleased, that he had humbled the douchebag earlier. Though the viking spirit had quite a bit more bloodlust than Wulf did.

"I understand if you want to fire me because of this."

He sighed, and prepared for it. It was inevitable. He had lost his temper and assaulted a customer. He just hoped he wouldn't get blacklisted or anything in all the local establishments. That would truly suck most mightily.

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She listened to him intently, noting his rather depressed demeanor and she couldn't help but smile sympathetically.

"I get that it's hard being gifted, but you can't just assault people," she told him softly. "I get tempted to sometimes but I suppose I could do a hell of a lot more damage than you."

She stared at him for a moment. She could trust him. He wouldn't tell anyone, right?

"Because, I'm not exactly... human myself. I look human.. But I'm actually over a century old and an Earth Elementalist... So earthquakes are my thing when I get angry even if it does knock me out then makes me weak for a while after. But you have to learn to control your anger. If you feel like shooting someone again, go out back and take it out on some empty bottles. I'll make the other staff aware of the fact you might disappear sometimes... But I'll cover it up with the anger issues excuse," she explained to him, perching on the edge of her desk.

She watched him for a little while longer and folded her arms, not quite knowing what else to say on the subject.

"So, how'er you finding it working here so far?" she asked in a polite tone. Thank god for small talk.