"Ah, welcome to the Belly-Up Tavern, I'm afraid we aren't quite open yet..." A brown hooded ghost with smiling yellow eyes greeted the shrouded form before him.
"Hi Spaz." The light and airy voice said back. "Sorry I'm late, it's pooring outside."
"Oh, Angela, I didn't recognize you under all that..." Spaz stopped before he spoke to much.
"All that what? Is my makeup running again?" Angela growled as she threw off he jacket and tossed it over the bar where a green hooded ghost caught it as non-chalantly as a librarian would pick up a book. The lack of a jacket revealed however, her two most unique assets; purple wings.
"You're late." The green hooded ghost stated in a manner that expressed his boredom in an almost palatable state.
"I know Wraith, I just apologized to Spaz for being late!" Angela growled.
"You're running even later as you stand here dripping on the floor which will need to be mopped as soon as you're on duty." Wraith smiled evily from behind his bar.
"You are the single most evily entity I have ever encountered and I fought Lucifer!" Angela screamed as she stormed off to the back room.
"It's good to have sub-ordinates." Wraith's smile grew even bigger.
"Wraith, will you please try to keep things civil with Angela tonight?" Spaz groaned, "Please."
Wraith gave his long time friend the look of a deer in a bear trap. "I'm shocked you'd think I'd do otherwise." The look faded to an evil smile.
"Oh god, I better keep the emergency room on speed dial tonight." Spaz groaned.
"And the morgue." Wraith added with a hint of playful malice. "Now where's Cardinal?"
"He's out attending to the night club. Remember, you put him in charge over there after that debacle with the Scottish Ambassador." It was Spaz's turn to smile as Wraith flinched inwardly.
"Oh yeah..." Wraith grunted. "Where's Shade then, we're about to open for the night."
"At his post." Spaz pointed to the front door where an inexplicable shadow formed against the wall; the shadow of a large body builder.
"Great then we're all set for tonight." Wraith smiled as he pulled out a stylized dagger and began to cut limes and lemons from a bowl to his right.
"Yes we are." Spaz smiled. "So long as you remain civil with Angela."
"Just go unlock the door." Wraith glared at his friend and business partner.
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So now it falls to you brave adventures (and possible drunkards) will you enter this taver owned and operated by a force of evil? How will you interact wit the denizens here with in? And...
Wraith: Hey, you shut up you're scaring away the customers!
But I'm the narrator.
Wraith: You're really freaking annoying too! Now go away so these people can drown their sorrows in beer and my wallet in money.
You really are evil.
Wraith: Less talk more vamoosing.
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Addition:
Please describe yourself as you enter. This is a social RP topic. NRPG style, sorry for not mentiong that.
I thought this place was in Solana Beach...
(ooc)
Uh, are the pretty colors necessary? :<
OOC:
Quote from: Azlan on November 28, 2006, 09:42:27 PM
I thought this place was in Solana Beach...
It's a completely original tavern for my characters. Hang out have fun, solve some mysteries and get to know them. Of course I don't doubt a real tavern has this name, but this is fictional.
Quote from: BillBuckner on November 28, 2006, 09:43:29 PM
(ooc)
Uh, are the pretty colors necessary? :<
Nope, I use them to help me keep track of which of my characters are speaking, but you don't have to use them.
And now I log off for the night.
*sidles in*
"Er.. I don't suppose I could get a cup of tea? Earl Grey, by preference..."
For a brief second Wraith could only stare at the newcomer, thankfully though his desire to make money overrode his other "nasty habits" and he silently walked into the back, retrieved a steaming tea kettle and poured it into a cup. He then the reached under the counter and pulled out a tea bag and plopped it on the counter.
"It's all we have, take it or leave it." Wraith stared at the newcomer as if the newcomer were an escaped lunatic.
*moves in behind llearch n'n'daCorna*
"Hello, what can i to drink here?"
Quote from: Snuggles on November 29, 2006, 06:44:06 PM
*moves in behind llearch n'n'daCorna*
"Hello, what can i to drink here?"
Before Wraith could respond with his usual bitting remarks of which usually left customers in a quivering pile of fear, Spaz interupted.
"Well, we have many things to order hear from soda to local brews and exotic brews and even wines and champagnes." Spaz's eyes lit up with a friendly smile as he lead the second new comer away from the bar. "Please be aware though, we require ID for all aclholic beverages and you must be undead or immortal to sample the Styx wine collections."
The front door swung open. A somewhat tall, powerfully but leanly built male, clearly a bat from the look of his ears and the fangs, came in, snubbing out a cigarette between his fingers. He eyed the place for a second, and his pointed muzzle twitched along with his ears for a brief moment. He then arched over his head again like he had when he came in and stepped into the bar.
The thump of his boots was deep but rather silent as he slowly walked in and sat down on one of the stools. He hung off his thick, studded overcoat of some fashion you had not seen before and ruffled out the rain from his mane of blonde hair that blended in with his backfur before settling. Under the coat he wore only black wrappings across his lower stomach and his arms, which he hung over the desk while settling his chin on it. He then tapped the desk with a claw and spoke up in a deep, coarse voice.
"A Jack on the rocks. And leave the bottle out."
"Thankyou."
With aplomb, llearch places the teabg in the cup to brew for a moment, then raises an eyebrow at the bartender. "I don't suppose there is a spot of milk to go with that?"
He stands peacefully, waiting for the bartender to get back to him, alternately watching his cup of tea brew, and the other folk moving about.
"How much for the Styx wine collections because that sounds good?"
Quote from: Stygian on November 29, 2006, 06:51:56 PM
The front door swung open. A somewhat tall, powerfully but leanly built male, clearly a bat from the look of his ears and the fangs, came in, snubbing out a cigarette between his fingers. He eyed the place for a second, and his pointed muzzle twitched along with his ears for a brief moment. He then arched over his head again like he had when he came in and stepped into the bar.
The thump of his boots was deep but rather silent as he slowly walked in and sat down on one of the stools. He hung off his thick, studded overcoat of some fashion you had not seen before and ruffled out the rain from his mane of blonde hair that blended in with his backfur before settling. Under the coat he wore only black wrappings across his lower stomach and his arms, which he hung over the desk while settling his chin on it. He then tapped the desk with a claw and spoke up in a deep, coarse voice.
"A Jack on the rocks. And leave the bottle out."
Quote from: llearch n'n'daCorna on November 29, 2006, 06:54:08 PM
"Thankyou."
With aplomb, llearch places the teabg in the cup to brew for a moment, then raises an eyebrow at the bartender. "I don't suppose there is a spot of milk to go with that?"
He stands peacefully, waiting for the bartender to get back to him, alternately watching his cup of tea brew, and the other folk moving about.
Quote from: Snuggles on November 29, 2006, 06:58:03 PM
"How much for the Styx wine collections because that sounds good?"
OOC: I carry encounters over Stygian.
Wraith eyed Stygian carefully as he walked in. Shade too had noticed and moved to intercept the creature, but a look from wraith froze the living shadow. When Stygian sat down and ordered the drink Wraith gladly provided the service and did leave the bottle out, but gave a warning.
"Don't get tempermental in here. This is MY place and I like it in one piece." Wraith grunted. "The last thing I need is a fight breaking out, ok." He then motioned for Angela who had just come out from the rear of the tavern. "Get this... uh... whatever it is some milk for its tea." Angela let out a low growl as she stombped back into the rear, this provoked a smile from Wraith.
At the tables Spaz was patiently waiting on the second newcomer. "Well first things first; are you undead or immortal?"
"Immortal,... Why?"
Quote from: Snuggles on November 29, 2006, 07:15:37 PM
"Immortal,... Why?"
Spaz brsitled with excitement as he spoke. "The Styx collection comes from a single small vineyard right on the river Styx. As the river is an entrence way to the land of the dead anything grown from it's waters are either lethal or only edible by the dead or undead. Immortals may also consume this wine, but we advise against it. As a side note it's $500 a bottle and we don't give out half-bottles."
Stygian looked up at Shade, his eyes piercing under his blonde hair. Did he...? No. He clearly recognized him, but that was all. And he had been around too much to remember. He just hoped that he hadn't killed anyone close to the creature. After all, one could never follow the tangled webs of events very far.
So Stygian just made his best smile, his eyes settling to normal, and made a slight nod to the bartender. He took a small sip from the smoky whiskey, finding it just to his tastes, and then eyed Snuggles.
"No need to worry. I'm interested in what the kid here will do though," he said when he heard the felid's request.
"Fates befall those who brave the darkness of Styx," he then spoke, and shifted his right arm slightly as he changed position to look closer at Snuggles. A rather intricate black and red tattoo snaked up what one could see of that arm, back and shoulder and slightly up the right side of his neck. "But if you'll dare taste it, I'd share a glass with you... as well as the full expense. After all, there are a few souls who have survived..."
the door opened slowly, and then, with a quiet thud, shut. A much smaller figure than the previous entered, covered with an unremarkable brown cloak with a large hood, covering the newcomer's face. the figure shook off some of the moisture rom the cloak, before a pair of pure white furred hands draw back the hood, showing a rather pretty feminine face, with very strangely colored(or, rather, strangely not) colored eyes looking about at the others there timidly. her face was framed by ice blue bangs, which were shown, as she unhooked the cloak and hung it up, to be tied back in a braid to her midback. Said removal of the cloak also revealed her to be a squirrel, as the large tail- white, with a blue stripe the same shade as her hair down the center- curled up into it's normal position. She wore a blue-tinted armor breastplate, though no other peices of armor outside of black leather bracers. a light blue sash adorns her waist, and she wears indigo-colored long pants, and goes barefoot.
Without a word, the squirrel made her way to the bar and sat, quiet.
"Well at 500 a bottle i will buy just one for today and i will buy any drink she gets." Looking at her.
Quote from: Stygian on November 29, 2006, 07:21:45 PM
Stygian looked up at Shade, his eyes piercing under his blonde hair. Did he...? No. He clearly recognized him, but that was all. And he had been around too much to remember. He just hoped that he hadn't killed anyone close to the creature. After all, one could never follow the tangled webs of events very far.
So Stygian just made his best smile, his eyes settling to normal, and made a slight nod to the bartender. He took a small sip from the smoky whiskey, finding it just to his tastes, and then eyed Snuggles.
"No need to worry. I'm interested in what the kid here will do though," he said when he heard the felid's request.
"Fates befall those who brave the darkness of Styx," he then spoke, and shifted his right arm slightly as he changed position to look closer at Snuggles. A rather intricate black and red tattoo snaked up what one could see of that arm, back and shoulder and slightly up the right side of his neck. "But if you'll dare taste it, I'd share a glass with you... as well as the full expense. After all, there are a few souls who have survived..."
Quote from: Miaka on November 29, 2006, 07:22:17 PM
the door opened slowly, and then, with a quiet thud, shut. A much smaller figure than the previous entered, covered with an unremarkable brown cloak with a large hood, covering the newcomer's face. the figure shook off some of the moisture rom the cloak, before a pair of pure white furred hands draw back the hood, showing a rather pretty feminine face, with very strangely colored(or, rather, strangely not) colored eyes looking about at the others there timidly. her face was framed by ice blue bangs, which were shown, as she unhooked the cloak and hung it up, to be tied back in a braid to her midback. Said removal of the cloak also revealed her to be a squirrel, as the large tail- white, with a blue stripe the same shade as her hair down the center- curled up into it's normal position. She wore a blue-tinted armor breastplate, though no other peices of armor outside of black leather bracers. a light blue sash adorns her waist, and she wears indigo-colored long pants, and goes barefoot.
Without a word, the squirrel made her way to the bar and sat, quiet.
Quote from: Snuggles on November 29, 2006, 07:27:11 PM
"Well at 500 a bottle i will buy just one for today and i will buy any drink she gets." Looking at her.
Wraith nodded towards the female squirrel and served up a complimentry glass of water. "When you're ready." He kept his gaze on Stygian as pulled out a glowing wine bottle from under the bar. "It is expensive, but if you're going to tempt fate we are going to require you to sign these waivers..." Wraith reached under the bar and pulled out two simple forms and two needle, "Per the usual demonic slash evil ink type of your own blood."
Miaka glanced around, hearing a 'she' and trying to see if there were any other 'she' that he may have been reffering to. Seeing that there weren't, she shot him a small smile.
"Sir is very generous"
Starts at the two simple forms and two needle and he looks at the paper and looking over them for a "sell your soul" or something in kind and at the sound of Miaka he looks up at her. "it is nothing" then looks back down.
Quote from: Snuggles on November 29, 2006, 07:36:49 PM
Starts at the two simple forms and two needle and he looks at the paper and looking over them for a "sell your soul" or something in kind and at the sound of Miaka he looks up at her. "it is nothing" then looks back down.
Spaz was looking over the newcomer's shoulder and read the paper quickly. "You needn't fear, it's just a waiver stating we warned you and aren't responsible for any death, loss of limb, tentacle or other extremities."
At the mention of tentacles Wraith gave Spaz and odd look. "It doesn't say that."
"It does." Spaz sighed. "After the Elder God family did not heed our warning I had Cardinal write up a new waiver."
Wraith was speechless.
She looked up at Spaz, making up her mind on what to get.
"Excuse me? Could I just have some wine? Don't care what kind so long as it won't break this man's wallet" She motions to snuggles(which I doubt is his name, but whatever) she requests, tucking a strand of stray hair behind an ear.
Stygian simply took the form, scanned it as his eyes glowed for a fraction of a second, then bit his thumb and drew a long, sharp claw in it, writing his name in a hard, spindly script.
"There. That should cover it. I'm not worried about tentacles since september though," he said, and handed the form over.
[as you look out the window, you see a tall, beautiful white-furred kitsune approach the tavern. she has nine tails, and here eyes are a dark emerald. she is currently in her humanoid form, retaining digitgrade legs with paws for feet but substituting fur-covered hands for the front paws. with ten tails, it is obvious she is rather unuique, and has lived for several milenia. she steps into the tavern, clearly unafraid of anyone or anything. she takes a place on an empty stool next to the bar.]
I do hope you carry the finer drinks kitsune are famous for. I'm particularly interested in a wine known as foxshadow. also, those styx wines sound intruiging.
"Well ok i haven't heard of anything that could kill me yet and the name is Waka." Signing the paper where he needs too.
Quote from: Miaka on November 29, 2006, 07:43:03 PM
She looked up at Spaz, making up her mind on what to get.
"Excuse me? Could I just have some wine? Don't care what kind so long as it won't break this man's wallet" She motions to snuggles(which I doubt is his name, but whatever) she requests, tucking a strand of stray hair behind an ear.
Quote from: Stygian on November 29, 2006, 07:45:36 PM
Stygian simply took the form, scanned it as his eyes glowed for a fraction of a second, then bit his thumb and drew a long, sharp claw in it, writing his name in a hard, spindly script.
"There. That should cover it. I'm not worried about tentacles since september though," he said, and handed the form over.
Quote from: Snuggles on November 29, 2006, 07:48:41 PM
"Well ok i haven't heard of anything that could kill me yet and the name is Waka." Signing the paper where he needs too.
Quote from: Kitsune Ascendant on November 29, 2006, 07:46:41 PM
[as you look out the window, you see a tall, beautiful white-furred kitsune approach the tavern. she has nine tails, and here eyes are a dark emerald. she is currently in her humanoid form, retaining digitgrade legs with paws for feet but substituting fur-covered hands for the front paws. with ten tails, it is obvious she is rather unuique, and has lived for several milenia. she steps into the tavern, clearly unafraid of anyone or anything. she takes a place on an empty stool next to the bar.]
I do hope you carry the finer drinks kitsune are famous for. I'm particularly interested in a wine known as foxshadow. also, those styx wines sound intruiging.
Without even making a concious effort Wraith was back behind the bar searching for a cheap, but tasteful wine. "This looks good..." Wraith pulled out a sparkling white wine and poured the squirrel a small glass and then pooured himself a a shot and quickly downed it through the darkness of his good. "Oh yeah... that's the cheap stufff..." He winced as he set the bottle aside and began to open the Styx Wine.
"Wraith!" Spaz slapped Wraith's invisible hand with his own invisible hand. "Wait for the second party to decide. "Remember what happened witht he Senator."
"You mean the random stabbing I gave him after I spilled a winde he didn't order or the spilling of wine he didn't order?" Wraith remembered the incedent fondly.
"Both." Spaz gave his friend a hard look as Waka signed the paper and handed it over. "Ok, go ahead."
"You really have a stick up there tonight, you know that right?" Wraith snorted as popped the cork and poured to tall glasses where the clear white wine turned black and swirled red. "Enjoy." Wraith then turned his attention back to the bar and the latest newcomer. "Foxshadow? Give me minute to look." At that moment Angela came back to the fron with the milk and set it next to the unknown customer. "Angie..." Wraith smiled cruelly. "See if we have some Fox... "
Angela threw a bottle straight at Wraith's head and it passed through like a ball threw a cloud. "I saw her coming and figured she'd like some." Angela glared at her employeer, who was for once completely surprised by her violent actions. "Now if you'll excuse me I have tables to get ready."
Wraith simply picked up the exotic drink and poured it in a glass for the kitsune. "Well she's starting early tonight."
Waiting for the drink "So where do you come from and what is your name... if i may ask" Turning his attention to Miaka
Miaka raised the cup to her lips, took a sip, and set it back down for the time being, running a finger along the rim of the cup, occaisionally lifting it.
"thank you." She nodded to the bartender.
Once, her hand left her cup to stretch backwards, and then readjust her breastplate before muttering to herself "I don't know why I bother with this armor when I'm not out.... i's so uncomfortable..."
[edited] "hm? Oh! My name's Miaka. I'm from.... well... around, really. I've moved around so much where I'm from is pretty muddled." she laughed.
"what about you, Waka?"
The slight mood between the bartenders did not pass Stygian by, but he simply did not mind and kept up his Jack, finishing it rather quickly. He sat staring into the thick-bottomed wiskey glass and peered at the ice cubes in it, thinking of old events while waiting for this supposedly deadly wine.
The others were starting up a conversation though, and he couldn't easily be left out. But he wasn't the type to be that direct.
"Well, coming prepared is always a good point. Though I've never found armor to be of any real use. I don't deal in those kinds of battles often," he said, and turned with a slight smile against them. "It gets so damn old."
heh. I see I came to the right place. *sips* good drinks. well, the foxshadow's good. can't really comment on the other stuff, seeing as I haven't had any yet. looks like this is going to be aan interesting night.
*hearing miaka complain about the breastplate, she turns*
I do know a few basic spells to make armor more comfortable, if it becomes too bothersome. *smiles softly*
"Hmmm... you could say that i have been as you just it "around" too. Why do you have a armor... ohh wait don't answer that." Then looks at stygian "so... why do you wish to take this chance with your life this day"
"Your wine's settling..." Wraith said absentmidedly as he pulled a thick book, Othello, from under the bar and began to read. Suspciously the book look almost like a first print.
Another individual lurched through the door, wearing a tweed coat, a grey hoodie beneath that, black pants, and pretty much going on like that right down to his black fishing hat. He wasn't an anthromorph, as evidensed by his only having hair on his head, and most goblins or spirits or ill fortune are shorter and fatter. One can go on like that and through process of elimination state that he's either an extremely ugly human or a rather good looking compost heap. He strolls over to the bar and sits down, waiting until he can attract the barkeep's attention.
"I'm an adventurer, albeit one quite low on work at the moment. Why I don't bother to armor the rest of myself... I don't know" She laughed, and nodded to the kitsune's kind offer.
"Thank you for the offer, but I think I can deal with a little discomfort for the time being." She lowers her head in a small bow.
Quote from: Boogeyman on November 29, 2006, 08:20:40 PM
Another individual lurched through the door, wearing a tweed coat, a grey hoodie beneath that, black pants, and pretty much going on like that right down to his black fishing hat. He wasn't an anthromorph, as evidensed by his only having hair on his head, and most goblins or spirits or ill fortune are shorter and fatter. One can go on like that and through process of elimination state that he's either an extremely ugly human or a rather good looking compost heap. He strolls over to the bar and sits down, waiting until he can attract the barkeep's attention.
The man almost immediately caught Wraith's attention. All customers did, but this one really got his attention.
"Jeez, who beat you with the ugly tree?" A plump red ghos walked in from the rear. "Hey boss." He waved to Wraith who only glared at the ghost in red.
"Cardinal..." Wraith growled. "Shut up." Wraith then turned to the new customer. "What'll it be tonight? If you want you can borrow my bat and Angela can drag the idiot out back for you."
Stygian smiled. He knew the compo... man. But he didn't do more for a greeting than raise a hand slightly, not bothering to look as he was now occupied smelling the blood-red wine and swirling it slightly in his glass.
"Oh I'm not looking to die. I'm looking to live," he said with a smile to the one introduced as Waka. "The nightmare has not yet ended."
With that, he took a sip of the maroon liquid.
*seeing the new employee enter the tavern, moonsoul can't help but chuckle*
a red ghost with relations to the three stooges. this evening just keeps getting more and more interesting. *takes another sip of the wine*
"Hm?" He looked up, as one unnacustomed to being noticed, "Oh, that's very kind of you, but I probably can't afford the extra treatment. I heard you had tea here? Peppermint, please. With sugar. Thank you." He smiles. In a manner not likely to be noticed by all, a claw at the end of a rather unpleasant looking tentacle snakes out of his pant leg and sends a nasty looking curse skittering across the floor in the red ghost's direction. It then disappears back to wherever it came from with a sound not unlike snickering. It then snaked out of the man's sleve and threw Stygian a quick salute.
Quote from: Kitsune Ascendant on November 29, 2006, 08:31:50 PM
*seeing the new employee enter the tavern, moonsoul can't help but chuckle*
a red ghost with relations to the three stooges. this evening just keeps getting more and more interesting. *takes another sip of the wine*
Quote from: Boogeyman on November 29, 2006, 08:33:08 PM
"Hm?" He looked up, as one unnacustomed to being noticed, "Oh, that's very kind of you, but I probably can't afford the extra treatment. I heard you had tea here? Peppermint, please. With sugar. Thank you." He smiles. In a manner not likely to be noticed by all, a claw at the end of a rather unpleasant looking tentacle snakes out of his pant leg and sends a nasty looking curse skittering across the floor in the red ghost's direction. It then disappears back to wherever it came from with a sound not unlike snickering. It then snaked out of the man's sleve and threw Stygian a quick salute.
"Ahhh!" Cardinal leaped when he saw the tentacle. "Ok, I'm goin' back to the club!" With that the ghost vanished into a large swirling shadow.
"Peppermint Tea coming up!" Angela called from the tables as she ran to the back.
Wraith continued to watch the door, only four more bar stools remained and he didn't want any bar fights tonight. "Shade, only non groups at the bar tonight."
The silent guardian at the door made a slow nod as it processed the order.
Stygian was sitting looking into the cool, seemingly bottomless red of his Styx wine. He knew that taste. He had wanted to feel it just once more... The sensation on his tongue was beyond description, permeating it and sending jolts of equal pain and bliss down his throat and up into his head. It had really been the right thing! He was shocked. How had...? No. No questions. Carefully, he set his lips to his glass again, and drew the wine slowly, making effort to savour the taste...
Takes a nice drink of Styx. Waiting for what comes next...
One of Miaka's colorless eyes darted to the curse, not getting to se much of the tentacle, and the air around her's temperature plummets. It only stays at it's freezing temperature for a few moments, before she realizes that the curse wasn't directed at her, and thatshe hadn't done anything to make the pile of compost try to curse her, and the few feet around her return to room temperature.
She takes a breath to control herself.
[and to kick things off] Waka falls apart in his chair and falls to the ground in a loud thud.
Quote from: Snuggles on November 29, 2006, 08:58:05 PM
[and to kick things off] Waka falls apart in his chair and falls to the ground in a loud thud.
At the sounds of a body falling apart Wraith groans. "Spaz, call Doc Frank he might find these pieces useful."
"WRAITH!" Spaz glared at his friend. "You know it's not his time. I have the documents right here!" Spaz held out several papers that looked to be made of smoke with neon writing.
"Meh, like I'd let that happen here." Wraith waved an invisible hand and with the power of the Tavern and his Scionic control over death, started the ressurection process. "YOu know I hope's not still alive otherwise this could get crazy."
Stygian leans his head back, keeping the little gulp of wine in his mouth and slowly letting it trickle down his throat, relishing every wonderful twitch of pain and pleasure from his squirming oesophagus. His wine glass was still almost half full, but even this little...
Then, a thump. Restraining himself from taking another gulp, he looked to his side. Waka had hit the floor. Ouch. And he had paid for that. Well... it was kind of amusing when you thought about it, but... It was just sad, really.
He took a last look at his wine, and then slid off his stool, kneeling beside the felid boy and resting a hand on his neck. He was clearly doing something, though just what...
Waka parts start to put them selfs together again. Once all together he looks around. "...What? I said i was immortal" and takes another drink. "This is good stuff tho"
"well that was.... unexpected." Miaka says mildly, returning to her less lethal wine.
Stygian's eye twitches for a quick moment. He then sighs, and sits back on his stool.
"Well... Was the whole falling of the chair thing necessary?"
Quote from: Stygian on November 29, 2006, 09:16:12 PM
Stygian's eye twitches for a quick moment. He then sighs, and sits back on his stool.
"Well... Was the whole falling of the chair thing necessary?"
"I found it entertaining." Wraith sighed as he leaned agains the back of his bar. "Where is that idiot, it's about time for him to show up..."
"HELLO KIND PEOPLE!" A slightly tanned young man with black hair, in jean shorts, red suede shirt and roman sandals popped out of the darkness with in Wraith's hood and then crushed him under his wieght. "The party can now start, Perfection is here!"
"...And ruin my day..." Wraith's muffled voice growled under the crazy human looking being.
"ohh, come on that was suppose to be fun." Taking another drink. "aww well nice to meet another Kitsune around. Ummm.... Do you know Raida?"
As Perfection stood up and dusted himself off he just as quickly began to hover while sitting indian style. "Hey Wraith, you realize non of your usuals are in, right?"
"Different Tavern P, this is a new one." Wraith explained.
"Oh goody new people to play with." Perfection's eyes took a very anime-ish look as they sparkled with joy and he ran off into the back room.
"For future refernce, no you aren't hallucinating and yes he is natuarally this retarded." Wraith grumbled.
At that moment Angela came running out of the kitchen and whispered into Spaz's hood. As soon as she was done Spaz took her aside and seemed to be calming her, then he walked over to Wraith.
"Rat in the kitchen?" Wraith asked as he ignored all other goings on.
"No..." Spaz's voice trembled "A tribe of Mogwaii are holding the holiday cookies hostage and they've eaten after midnight."
"Well that's just great..." Wraith turned to the tavern customers. "Free drinks for the rest of the night if you can solve a little infestion for us, anyone interested?"
"I would be" Taking another drink. "Maybe just to get away from perfection over there" Pointing at Perfection and standing up.
I'll join in. nothing like a kitsune to take care of an infestation. [kneeling a few feet from the bar, moonsoul allows her body to assume it's fox form, then padds off after waka]
"ooh. Sounds like fun." Miaka looked up and smirked. "Though I'll only help out if those two can't handle it... I don't know how well anyone else here can handle the temperature...." She adds as an afterthought, following the first two, if only to make sure they don't need her help.
by the way, what are mogwaii? just so I know what I'm going to be crispifying.
Quote from: Kitsune Ascendant on November 29, 2006, 09:41:21 PM
by the way, what are mogwaii? just so I know what I'm going to be crispifying.
Spaz, Wraith and Angela all turned towards the kitsune.
"Mogwaii are tiny little furry things that go berserk and when they eat after midnight they turn into Gremlins; monstrous little green reptillian things that cause random havoc. It also would be fair to warn you that the magic of the tavern accelerates their growth and makes them smarter and they're weak against bright light." Angela explained while Wraith and Spaz continued to look confused.
"You are so lucky to not know what they are..." Spaz sniffled.
Stygian was done with the last of his wine. At the mention of the critters, he was only mildly interested. Critters weren't his type of job; too skittery, too small.
"I'm really not one for using light or the kind, but if they get pesky, I'll be watching my wine over here..."
"Wraith I think that should do it." Spaz said.
"Yup." Wraith nodded as he handed each of the three a bright flash light. "Good luck and remember; light good, water bad."
"Perfection says: Water make more Gremlin while light make more Gremlin soup." Perfection appeared behind Wraith dressed as in traditional chinese garb and a full manchu mustache, he even spoke with a fake chinese accent.
"Again, he is this retarded naturally." Wraith groaned.
"alright so lets get on with it." As a staff appears in his hand with a shimmer of light. "I think that i have the light thing down my now." Starts to walk down. "ohh and Perfection stop it ok?"
Miaka looked rather disdainfully at the flashlight-she'd much rather her business be done magically. but she could barely be picky.
"I know what you mean" She adressed Stygian. "I can't use my blades with things that small... too hard to hit with such a range." She said, even though she was clearly unarmed.
Quote from: Snuggles on November 29, 2006, 09:59:42 PM
"alright so lets get on with it." As a staff appears in his hand with a shimmer of light. "I think that i have the light thing down my now." Starts to walk down. "ohh and Perfection stop it ok?"
At this queue two smaller Perfections appeared on each of Perfections shoulders. One wearing carboard angel wings and a neon halo and the other in a cheap devil costume.
"Annoy! ANNOY! ANNOY!" The Devil Perfection screamed.
"No, we must accompany them and provide them entertainment and compassion. And annoy them." The Angel-Perfection said in a chorus like voice.
For a few moments the angel and devil exchanged their ideas before a light bulb appeard over Perfection's head and he brushed the smaller Perfection's away. "You guys need a BARD!" Perfection spun around several times and ended up in a bad bard costume with a lute and jesters hat. "I'll join you! *Once more into the breach my friends!"
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OOC: Kudos to whoever can tell me where that line is from.
Stygian eyed the jumping perfection with one eyebrow raised and very irritated eyes.
"You're going to keep them out of here by sealing the door with our dead, is that what you're saying? Tell me, have you even read Henry the Fifth?" he said, and tapped a claw beside his glass again, wanting another round.
Boogey stood up from his stool.
"I would be happy to be of assistance. Although please, warn me before using aforementioned bright light? I'm not too good with it myself lately." At the mention of the critter smashing two clawed tentacles slithered out of his coat and started rubbing together, much like the standard evil villain plotting.
Quote from: Stygian on November 29, 2006, 10:21:18 PM
Stygian eyed the jumping perfection with one eyebrow raised and very irritated eyes.
"You're going to keep them out of here by sealing the door with our dead, is that what you're saying? Tell me, have you even read Henry the Fifth?" he said, and tapped a claw beside his glass again, wanting another round.
Perfection was taken aback for a second. "How did you get that from... uh what I just said..."
"P, try not to think." Wraith grumbled and then looked toward Stygian. "Gremlins aren't very lethal, especially with this crowd, just annoying, like Perfection."
"Yeah what he said!" Perfection beamd oblivious to the insult. "Besides EVERYONE needs a bard."
"No!... I mean no thank you i think that we already found a bard." Nods to the Boogeyman. "Ummm, what is you name?"
"My name? Erm..." Boogey looked confused for a second, and again a tentacle appeared from somewhere in his clothing, this time to massage his brow with a rudimentary clawed hand, "Most call me Boogey, I think..." He looked up suddenly in the direction of said tentacle, but it had already disappeared back into his coat. A second of looking confused later he simply shrugged. "Odd. Thought I felt something."
"I have meet odder people on my travels don't worry. Alright I think that we are ready to go" looking around at the amassed people around him.
Quote from: Snuggles on November 29, 2006, 10:27:23 PM
"No!... I mean no thank you i think that we already found a bard." Nods to the Boogeyman. "Ummm, what is you name?"
"You... you..." Perfection began to sniffle and tear up. "I just wanna plaaaaaaaaaaay!" He then began to throw a fit equivilent to that of a three year old.
"OK..." Wraith looked at his confusing if not random behavioured friend. "Spaz you handle them, I'll go get P a coloring book."
"OH! Colory!" PErfection's attenion was immediatly diverted.
"Hurry to the back while he's distracted." Spaz whispered.
"Alright." Quickly moving to where they were sent to go. Starting to look around "Ok does anyone see any sign of them."
Quote from: Snuggles on November 29, 2006, 10:42:09 PM
"Alright." Quickly moving to where they were sent to go. Starting to look around "Ok does anyone see any sign of them."
OOC: Famous last words. Also the following imagery will greet all who join the adventure. I will control the gremlins as you encounter them. 40 Gremlins to go.
As if to answer the kitsune's question Angela came out from a hiding spot under a kitchen counter. "There are about forty of those little buggers around here. I shut off the water though so just zap'em with light and round'em up so Perfection..." She noticed the lack of Perfection. "So I can take them to Perfection to get rid of them and since you didn't bring the lunatic killing them will also work..." She did not seems to happy. "Just hurry up."
As she hid back under the counter three green reptillian monsters jumped onto it.
"Funny face!" One spat at Boogeyman and the others laughed insanely.
Boogey merely looked sad, "N-now I'm warning you... I'll-" and then he looked away. Apparantly their words had cut rather deep. However, as he looked away, two tentacles shot out. One sent a curse skittering at one gremlin, and the other merely grabbed another gremlin in the large, unplesant looking talons at the end. No matter where Boogey looks, the tentacles move to stay out of his field of vision and are for the most part noiseless.
"Ok was that really necessary." Then looking at the third one as he got an idea "If you bring out the rest of you kind, i will help you out and have him stop killing you"
"What was? Killing?" Boogey asked, looking yet more confused. The tentacle holding the gremlin hasn't killed it, merely has it by the throat, and the curse, rather than being lethal, was of bad luck. Worst that could be happening to that gremlin was a series of pratfalls or perhaps part of the ceiling breaking and landing on the irritating beast. The tentacle that threw the curse twisted around behind Boogey until it seemed to form... cursive letters?
Shhhh. We're not here, alright?
Quote from: Snuggles on November 29, 2006, 11:05:11 PM
"Ok was that really necessary." Then looking at the third one as he got an idea "If you bring out the rest of you kind, i will help you out and have him stop killing you"
Quote from: Boogeyman on November 29, 2006, 11:11:54 PM
"What was? Killing?" Boogey asked, looking yet more confused. The tentacle holding the gremlin hasn't killed it, merely has it by the throat, and the curse, rather than being lethal, was of bad luck. Worst that could be happening to that gremlin was a series of pratfalls or perhaps part of the ceiling breaking and landing on the irritating beast. The tentacle that threw the curse twisted around behind Boogey until it seemed to form... cursive letters?
Shhhh. We're not here, alright?
The gremlin laughed like an escaped lunatic on helium. "ChachaCacha no booga!" The gremlin launched a large butcher knife at Waka. The other gremlins, after they realized they were still alive joined in the maniacal laughter.
Waka nods. Then wispers to boogey. "I was trying to bluff my way into doing this easy so go along with it ok?" Then seeing the knife he moves the his staff in front of him self. "Ummm that wasn't nice i think we can go back to the choking now."
OOC: Going to get some sleep now. You guys catch up the action and stuff.
*smiles that toothy grin that speaks of horrible cruelty* they get killed by light, huh? this is going to be fun.
[grabbing a few flashlights with her mind, she floats them around the area, chasing the small creatures around as they scream their reptilian heads off. before you know it, she has five or six of them caught in a corner, which she dispatches quickly before going about getting more stuck in that corner]
gotta love telekinesis.
*A human with brown hair and hazel-blue eyes enters the tavern...Immediately he hears something going on in the back...he walks over to the Barkeep and speaks to him*
"I sense some pests in the back area...you need some help ridding them?"
*the human was wearing some sort of "power suit"-like armor and was armed with a Katana and some sort of hi-tech gun...clearly a visiting offworlder*
Stygian slams his head into the bardesk, hard. He then grabs the bottle of Jack, and without looking up pours himself another glass. He mutters something, then quickly sweeps the drink down, and bangs his head to the desk again, once more pouring himself another glass. The desk doesn't show a dent yet, but if he keeps that up...
There he sat, apparently slipping in and resting on a barstool nearby while the others fought. Wide brim hat, black, with a silver band and buckle, and clothing made from dark cloth: almost a suit, but the jacket was too long for a suit's coat. All around the edges, it was trimmed in a silver, almost a white, yet still delightfully gray. His buttons were silver, and around his neck was a silver chain. Glasses he wore, and dark black in shade, in silver frames. His hair too was a pale shade, and colored a strange grey white.
He patted a black sword by his side, and watched the strange fight unfold...
*the human looks at the bat hitting his head against the bardesk*
'Still a little whacked in the head, are ye, Styggy lad?' The human thought...this human remembered the creature from several months back during an incident at a certain living complex...
*the human then turned to the Barkeep*
"Have a Nemesian Blood-sake prepared for me, if you have any bottles of it imported...I'll be in the back helping with the removal of pests. The name is Karl, by the way...Admiral Karl Hestbech"
*little did most people know that Nemesian Blood-sake is made from the Bloodberry...a fruit grown in the realm of the dead/demons...and that it was a demon's drink. Karl, of course is part demon due to assimilation by his Wife, Lilith...a Red Fox Succubus with Black Hair, with green Eyes and a black oriental dress.*
The scratched bar in front of Stygian took on a mirror-like finish in which he could see his reflection. The reflection then morphed into that of a white dragon. The reflection rolled it's eyes and then began silently laughing as it began the slow morph back out.
The door to the taven opened and closed, as a large cloaked (which didn't hide the fact that the wearer had a suit of armor on) figure steped inside. The walking tank marched over to the bar sitting on one of the empty barstools.
"Got any Elven Fyrewine around here?" The wolf said as the cloak's hood fell off revealing rusty brown fur, light brown hair and a pair of blue head wings, a handle of some sort of weapon stuck up behind his head sheathed down his spine.
Quote from: KarlOmega1 on November 30, 2006, 12:32:40 AM
*A human with brown hair and hazel-blue eyes enters the tavern...Immediately he hears something going on in the back...he walks over to the Barkeep and speaks to him*
"I sense some pests in the back area...you need some help ridding them?"
*the human was wearing some sort of "power suit"-like armor and was armed with a Katana and some sort of hi-tech gun...clearly a visiting offworlder*
Quote from: KarlOmega1 on November 30, 2006, 01:02:00 AM
*the human looks at the bat hitting his head against the bardesk*
'Still a little whacked in the head, are ye, Styggy lad?' The human thought...this human remembered the creature from several months back during an incident at a certain living complex...
*the human then turned to the Barkeep*
"Have a Nemesian Blood-sake prepared for me, if you have any bottles of it imported...I'll be in the back helping with the removal of pests. The name is Karl, by the way...Admiral Karl Hestbech"
*little did most people know that Nemesian Blood-sake is made from the Bloodberry...a fruit grown in the realm of the dead/demons...and that it was a demon's drink. Karl, of course is part demon due to assimilation by his Wife, Lilith...a Red Fox Succubus with Black Hair, with green Eyes and a black oriental dress.*
Quote from: Paladin Sheppard on November 30, 2006, 09:03:06 AM
The door to the taven opened and closed, as a large cloaked (which didn't hide the fact that the wearer had a suit of armor on) figure steped inside. The walking tank marched over to the bar sitting on one of the empty barstools.
"Got any Elven Fyrewine around here?" The wolf said as the cloak's hood fell off revealing rusty brown fur, light brown hair and a pair of blue head wings, a handle of some sort of weapon stuck up behind his head sheathed down his spine.
OOC: 34 more gremlins
Wraith only arched an eye brow at the armored individual before he spoke. "I think they can handle it." He then began to search for the rare sake. "You know we might be fresh out of that, gotta succubus that works weekends and she really digs the stuff..." Wraith ignored the dragon, after all it hadn't ordered yet, stuffed a coaster under Stygian's head and turned his attention to the closing door and the armor guilded newcomer and his order. "Should have some in... the... back." Wraith gave a sheepish look, well as sheepish as a faceless entity could, "You might have to wait a few minutes..."
"Oh why's that?"
The wolf incubus reached into his cloak and pulled out a fairly large bag of gold coins and tossed it to the barkeep. "Mind if a run a tab here? Oh and you serve anything food wise?"
"alright i am done with this" The edge of the staff starts to light up getting brighter and brighter and starts to reach out to every inch. of the place. Wispering to the others with them "You might want to close you eyes"
Stygian looked up from his coaster at the faceless spectre with dull and sad eyes, darting a look to the side for just a moment before speaking up at the ghost.
"It's ruined. Ruined, I tell you!" he said, almost whispering but very intently. Then he slammed his head down into the coaster again, and speaking into the desk, ordered anything comestible that came with a bit of fruit and vegetables, but was otherwise as bloody as possible.
While he lay there, his pointed muzzle smeared against the desk, Stygian opened up his mind, or rather the part of his entity that was the equivalent, and a small flickering halo of black and deep crimson, hardly visible in the dim lighting in the bar, appeared around his head. He felt around at the trails, residues and fields of energy that filled the place. There was nothing overwhelming, but there was the chaos and swirl from the backroom, of course, which he promptly shut out as it was too noisy and irrelevant anyway. He was surprised though that the specter immediately in front of him gave off such little emissions. He could barely sense it, even this close. And others who had already revealed their presence seemed elusive as always.
He knew well what he was looking for, as he reached out with that same part of his entity in a mild, careful manner. He gently grazed the environment with it, part like an insect touching its surroundings with its antennae, and partly like the bat he resembled calling out and sensing it from the echo. His mind didn't "touch" anything direcly, just slid over it and felt the reflection of it, the glow that bounced back from its presence. When it swept over the spectre, Stygian nearly laughed to himself. The thing didn't give out that much emissions, but it cast back every "echo" he sent out as if it were solid steel, refusing even the smallest interference. His mind searched on.
It did not take long to find what he was really searching for; another flowing shape of sorts, a form and a stream at once, that he recognized came to his awareness. He stretched his mind for it, a bit more intently...
From somwhere undeterminable, just behind her shoulder and at the same time echoing from afar, Mel heard a low voice speaking to her.
Hey there, Kitty. How have things been since last?
On the barstool beside Stygian phased in a little white feline, smile first like the Cheshire cat. Delicate and fluffy with wide blue eyes she looked like the sort of person who needed to stay away from bars for her own safety. And absolutely the last person you'd expect to have enough in common with Stygian to get past hello. Seeing him face down and unable to appreciate her arrival she dropped the feline illusion becoming a pearlescent white dragon. "The information business is alway booming. I never run out of memories to plunder. You, on the other hand, look like you don't have nearly enough things to keep you occupied."
Mel switched her smile to the barkeep, "Whatever you have with the highest alcohol content, please." She looked disapprovingly at the tired little basket of stale popcorn by her elbow. With a tap of a claw against the side of the basket the contents changed to uncut gems. She scooped up a handful and began popping them in her mouth one at a time, crunching loudly.
Stygian looked up from the desk and made a low laugh at Mel's comment that managed to sound both amused and also somehow a bit indignant. He made a new pair of ice cubes fly up and drop into his glass, and poured himself more whiskey, taking the glass and holding it in front of him a little, while eyeing the dragon up and down. She hadn't changed, he concluded, along with that he was being rather stupid to think she would.
"I would hardly say so. In fact I've been swamped with work lately, but now I'm taking a break. Just came back here from home after a little trek over a war world. Horrible. It was good to get to walk familiar streets again. Sal says hi, by the way. She should be around here actually, but I'm leaving her to her own business for now." He raised his glass and downed half, then set it on the coaster. He reached within his curious wrappings, tugging an envelope that was strangely unrumpled from them, and handed it up to Mel.
"That's what Sathariel owes you. It's a little overpriced as information goes, I'd say. She was really cranky at having to go to SAIA to get it though," he said, and swigged the rest of the glass. "So... what have you been up to then?"
"Staying out of Grandmother's sight for the moment. Little incident with selling plans for forbidden technology. Quite amusing but the Grand One didn't think so." The dragon shuddered. "Didn't think she'd leave a scale on me when she found out I sold it for half price. She never counts the amusement value. And it's not like I can't sell it to them again in four or five hundred years when they get back to where they were last year. But the upshot is that I have a century or so to kill until her temper cools unless one of my cousins manages to annoy her even worse."
Stygian grinned. He was in on his final glass, pouring the last few murky drops from the bottle.
"Heh. Forbidden tech? Well, as long as you haven't dug up some of the Trinity's old stuff I guess I could care less... Although I am still out to get my hands on those Metron specimens of yours. Perhaps I could cause a ruckus with your granny, eh? Take the heat off you? After all, who do you think you could find who is better for dealing with magic users?" he laughed. His suggestion was only half a jest.
*moonsoul decided to go for a somewhat faster approach. closing her eyes and concentrating, she sensed where the remaining pests were. as her mind passed over each one, a small ball of pure, intense energy formed around them and they disapeared in a puff of smoke.*
Mischief glinted in Mel's eyes. "Could you arrange for it to be Belle's fault? My dearest cousin is the one who carried the tale to the Grand. And to sweeten the deal I can finally prove that it was Belle who tipped off customs during a certain misunderstanding in a certain port..."
Bunching his fingers, Stygian leaned on the desk. Already he was plotting. They were plotting, their mind truly awakening with interest.
"Humm... Belle..." they said, searching their memory. "Opaque white with blue fringes, and only just slightly larger than you? That can be arranged." Dragons were powerful, yes, but they too were dependent on magic. And often they were much too arrogant for their own good. They weren't about to really harm a member of Mel's clan, but agony and shame were not the same as harm. "Of course I'll expect to see some payment up front..." Stygian said, and reached out with his hand. "Not something big though," he smiled.
Mel picked one of the gems out of the handful she was still munching on. It flashed for a second, simultaneous with the large quartz ring on her hand before she flicked it at Stygian. "I even put some of the interesting info in there. The Grand is right, I am too generous."
The sound of crashing and cursing from the kitchen got Mel's attention. "You didn't tell me there was a floor show. I love a comedy review."
Stygian casually snatched the little gem in the air with a hand, and looked at it for a brief second, his eyes glowing a vicious deep red for a second. Satisfied, he put it in his pocket.
"'To the generous mind the heaviest debt is that of gratitude, when it is not in our power to repay it,'" he said. " As for that... If whatever is going on in there is even entertaining, then I will eat my own ears..." he simply stated at the ruckus.
Quote from: familyghost on November 30, 2006, 09:41:38 AM
He then began to search for the rare sake. "You know we might be fresh out of that, gotta succubus that works weekends and she really digs the stuff..."
*Karl gives the Barkeep a smirk*
"Yeah, it's pretty much popular with Demons and the undead...of course those without some Demonic blood in them or those that are not an demon assimilatee can't drink it without it leaving the taste of blood in the mouth...that's why the Bloodberry got it's name. it' tastes like blood due to high amounts of Iron compounds in it...
*Karl then whispers into the Barkeep's ear*
Karl: Thing is...while the fruit is native to Hell, it can only grow on Earth-class worlds, like the hellworld of Nemesis (where I got the word Nemesian from)...it cant grow on Venus-class or any other Class worlds that have extreme heat or cold, including Inferno.
Quote from: Paladin Sheppard on November 30, 2006, 10:17:26 AM
"Oh why's that?"
The wolf incubus reached into his cloak and pulled out a fairly large bag of gold coins and tossed it to the barkeep. "Mind if a run a tab here? Oh and you serve anything food wise?"
Quote from: Snuggles on November 30, 2006, 11:09:24 AM
"alright i am done with this" The edge of the staff starts to light up getting brighter and brighter and starts to reach out to every inch. of the place. Wispering to the others with them "You might want to close you eyes"
Quote from: Mel Dragonkitty on November 30, 2006, 12:24:28 PM
On the barstool beside Stygian phased in a little white feline, smile first like the Cheshire cat. Delicate and fluffy with wide blue eyes she looked like the sort of person who needed to stay away from bars for her own safety. And absolutely the last person you'd expect to have enough in common with Stygian to get past hello. Seeing him face down and unable to appreciate her arrival she dropped the feline illusion becoming a pearlescent white dragon. "The information business is alway booming. I never run out of memories to plunder. You, on the other hand, look like you don't have nearly enough things to keep you occupied."
Mel switched her smile to the barkeep, "Whatever you have with the highest alcohol content, please." She looked disapprovingly at the tired little basket of stale popcorn by her elbow. With a tap of a claw against the side of the basket the contents changed to uncut gems. She scooped up a handful and began popping them in her mouth one at a time, crunching loudly.
Quote from: KarlOmega1 on November 30, 2006, 05:34:15 PM
Quote from: familyghost on November 30, 2006, 09:41:38 AM
He then began to search for the rare sake. "You know we might be fresh out of that, gotta succubus that works weekends and she really digs the stuff..."
*Karl gives the Barkeep a smirk*
"Yeah, it's pretty much popular with Demons and the undead...of course those without some Demonic blood in them or those that are not an demon assimilatee can't drink it without it leaving the taste of blood in the mouth...that's why the Bloodberry got it's name. it' tastes like blood due to high amounts of Iron compounds in it...
*Karl then whispers into the Barkeep's ear*
Karl: Thing is...while the fruit is native to Hell, it can only grow on Earth-class worlds, like the hellworld of Nemesis (where I got the word Nemesian from)...it cant grow on Venus-class or any other Class worlds that have extreme heat or cold, including Inferno.
Wraith gave a slight chuckle as he scooped the coins up. He didn't recognize the make, but he wasn't picky, gold was gold. "Bit of a problem in the back, small infestation. It should be taken care of soon enough, and this should cover a good two days of drinking here." After a few seconds of ignoring the customers Wraith heard a request for a drink with the highest aclhohol content and his eyes went wide. "We have three drinks that equal out and we only sell them a shot at a time. Nyquil, Sean Connery's Private Scoth or the oldest tin of Irish Whiskey in existence, take your pick, I'm going to alert to closest medical facility..."
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Meanwhile, in the back room the remaining gremlins where doing a variety of things. Most were panicking in a frantic mass hysterical mob and a few of them were on tiny lawnchairs with suntan lotion on their nose, small sunglasses and smoking cigarettes. Then without warning they vanished, and quickly reappear, this time however a small red imp accompanyed them.
"Iska iska, noi hou tef!" The imp pranced around, the gremlins soon followed and the imp guided them through a dimensional doorway that had spontaneously appeared.
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It was at that point the demon responded to Wraith's earlier statement, or at least when Wraith registed the response as the demon leaned forward and whispered something about planet classes. It would be just his luck that he would get someone who enjoyed their special jargon or lacal vernacular alot. "Listen, the moment you walked through the door, you stepped in to a dimensional tear, so planets and stuff don't mean much here, everything's imported and you should know..."
Wraith was cut off by a small dimensional doorway that opened with a familiar red imp leading a conga line of Gremlins.
"PERFECTION, GET YOUR ADOPTED LUNACTIC CHILD OUT OF HERE!" Spaz shouted angrily, for what would not be the only time of the night, at his friend's friend.
"Aww, but Chybee just wants to play pinball..." Perfection whimpered as he floated to the bar, still in the indian style position. Chybee immedietly jumped into his lap and began to speak in an unknown language to his adopted parent.
"Let'im stay Spaz, he's calm tonight so he won't cause to much trouble." Wraith's eyes gave an evil, yet placated smile. "Everybody, that imp is Chybee, Perfection's kid. You mess with him you might find youself being used a chew toy or you may find yourself out of the bar very quickly, so if he starts to bother you just let me know."
OOC: If I missed anything let me know...
OOC: Ok, I'm as caught up as I'll get.
Quote from: familyghost on November 30, 2006, 05:37:53 PM
It was at that point the demon responded to Wraith's earlier statement, or at least when Wraith registed the response as the demon leaned forward and whispered something about planet classes. It would be just his luck that he would get someone who enjoyed their special jargon or lacal vernacular alot. "Listen, the moment you walked through the door, you stepped in to a dimensional tear, so planets and stuff don't mean much here, everything's imported and you should know..."
*Karl gives a short chuckle*
Karl: yeah, I know about that...Permit by "No-Zone" Authority was given to this tavern, I believe...Am I not right?
OOC: No-Zone is An Interdimensional Law enforcement and regulation agency that exists in an Semi-isolated dimension...it's also a reference to a certain Sega/Archie Comic...
"hmm i thought that light would turn them back, well lets try at full power" and at that he turns on light almost like it was daylight in the back room in every inch of the room in one big flash that lasts about 2 min.
llearch sighs, shakes his head at the Gremlins, picks up his tea and vacates his barstool. As he moves, he dodges the conga line, before settling into a booth in a dark corner, pull a dark fedora out of a pocket somehow, settles it on his head, and watches out of the shadows under the brim - occasionally taking a sip of the tea, albeit reluctantly.
"I knew I should have brought my own" he mutters.
Quote from: KarlOmega1 on November 30, 2006, 06:11:34 PM
*Karl gives a short chuckle*
Karl: yeah, I know about that...Permit by "No-Zone" Authority was given to this tavern, I believe...Am I not right?
OOC: No-Zone is An Interdimensional Law enforcement and regulation agency that exists in an Semi-isolated dimension...it's also a reference to a certain Sega/Archie Comic...
Wraith's eyes only kept a slightly amused smile in them. "Something like that, just remember there are more things than mortal or immortal can fathom. AND WILL YOU GET THOSE GREMLIN OUT OF HERE!" Wraith directed the last part to PErfection who simply snapped his fingers and the Gremlins vanished.
"Meany..." Perfection pouted.
"Yeah..." Wraith rolled his eyes as Angela came creeping in from the back. "Angela, orders upfront."
"One second..." Angela grumbled. "I think I got flashed by a Gremlin."
"Well that would be one horribly distubed gremlin, now wouldn't it?" Wraith smiled evily, Angela only glared.
Mel smiled at the bartender, "No isopropinol? I do love that blue stuff they put in it. Oh well, bring me some wine and I'll fix it myself."
As Angela walked out from the back the wolfs perked up and a rather evil grin formed on his face.
"Hellooo cute suff" he said in a rather leacherus tone. Patting his lap he continued, "how about you sit here and I'll give you my order."
*Karl had some question for the Barkeep*
"So you have a cubi working the weekends here, eh? Can you tell me what her name is? I know some cubi...a few of them work in taverns as well."
Quote from: Mel Dragonkitty on November 30, 2006, 07:29:04 PM
Mel smiled at the bartender, "No isopropinol? I do love that blue stuff they put in it. Oh well, bring me some wine and I'll fix it myself."
Quote from: Paladin Sheppard on November 30, 2006, 09:27:57 PM
As Angela walked out from the back the wolfs perked up and a rather evil grin formed on his face.
"Hellooo cute suff" he said in a rather leacherus tone. Patting his lap he continued, "how about you sit here and I'll give you my order."
Quote from: KarlOmega1 on November 30, 2006, 10:23:03 PM
*Karl had some question for the Barkeep*
"So you have a cubi working the weekends here, eh? Can you tell me what her name is? I know some cubi...a few of them work in taverns as well."
"We have that stuff on back order, if you can wait two weeks we should have some, and no you aren't going to get wine to make some that last time I let someone do that I had to rebuild 90% of the building." Wraith sid in a flat, matter of factly tone. "However, I could call Cardinal at the night club and see if he has any left he can send over..." Wraith bent under the bar and pulled a small cell hpone out, dialed a number and was blown back into the bar by the blaring music on the other end.
Meanwhile Angela was giving the cubi a look of pure unadulterated "I hate my job and if I snap I'm taking you out first. Thankfully, Perfeection was there to intervene.
"Hey look at me Angi!" Perfection squealed as his head morphed into a balloon and floated away. Angela just gave a dismissive laugh as she immediately calmed down. Perfection took this time to saunter over to the cubi's side. "Has anyone ever told you that tempting fate in a Reaper's realm is NOT the smartest thing to do, especially with a former Cheribum working as a waitress..." The next thing Perfection knew he was crumpled on the ground with a chair wrapped around his skull.
"SERVER!" Angela shouted down at the crumpled being and left.
Perfection then stood up and twisted around, the chair and soiled clothes dissapeared. "See, I'm the Scion of Chaos* and even I didn't see that one coming."
Back behind the bar, Wraith had finished threatening his other friend and employee with act of torture that would have made Vlad Tepish blush. "Your isopropinol is on the way, just give it twenty minutes." Wraith then turned towards to the other male cubi at the bar and gave a loud "Ha!" as a laugh he then began rolling on the floor in a fit of laughter.
"Trust me, you don't know her, she was made by a powerful demon sorcerer whom she then killed and then she started stalking Wraith, so he gave her a job. We call her Barbara, but she prefers Babs." Spaz said as he picked his friend up off the floor. "She hasn't left the tavern since she started working here, in fact she should be getting up soon..."
"Yeah and she's a demonic entity from another universe entirely!" Wraith started to laugh wildly again.
"Trust me you don't want to know why he's laughing like that." Spaz sighed.
"Wait, wait, go wake her up Spaz, we should introduce them!" Wraith continued laughing.
Still in the back trying to finish the ones we haven't gotten yet. "I thought this was going to be easy
Waiting for his meal, or whatever easy piece of meat that might come wandering by, Stygian was laying forward on the desk again, having popped a few black tablets of some unknown origin, and carefully examining the bottle of Styx wine. In spite of things, he looked dull. He put the wine aside, saving it, and instead took out a small dark metal flask from inside his hung off coat, and poured some equally dark liquid into the empty Wiskey glass.
At the entry of the angela though, Stygian's eyes darted to look at her for a moment, a red flare in them flickering and his face darkening for just an instant before he realized there was no imminent danger and settled. But she did give him an... odd sensation though. He chuckled almost inaudibly. The wolf cubi was probably in for more than he had expected. He put his glass to his mouth and took a swig.
When Perfection mentioned the word Cherubim though, Stygian choked on his drink audibly and nearly spat, then put it down and coughed, thumping his chest with a closed fist.
"Hm. Wrong one..." he said distractedly. He breathed out, and then went back to his drink. But though he appeared uninterested, his eyes closed, and his ears lowered forward, all his attention was on the conversation they were having.
*sniffs out and pounces the last few of the gremlins*
*the door to the back room opens, and Moonsoul pads back out, the last of the mogwaii pests hanging limp in her jaws. with a quick toss of her head, she launches it into the air and then swallows it whole*
I discovered they taste like chicken. well, to me anyways. oh, and the infestation's cleaned out *shifts back to humanoid form and takes here seat at the bar, finishing the glass of wine*
now, if you'd bring me a few things. I'll need one of those styx wines, the bottle of foxshadow you opened, some gryphon claw (it's one of the more popular white wines where I come from), a little lemon juice, and a little lime juice. oh, and a ice cube tray.
the door to the establiments opens and through it steps and odd looking entity that looks like it is armored. the entity removes his helmet and revels an human like face with and odd sheen on it's surface as he shakes his hair out of it's pressed formed. he walks to the bar area of the establishment. and waits for a moment to be noticed by the server. " "water or peroxided. which ever is easier to get your hands on"
Still grinning the wolf cubi twitched his headwings as the angry cherubim stalked off, his eyes locked on her rump. "You know I was just getting a light snack right?" He said to the now reformed Perfection, "mind you I wouldn't have objected if she had sat down...cute rear."
Finally deprived of his target, the cubi turned to the barkeep. "I don't suppose that Fryewine is DR941 vintage or older? I've had a hard time finding a good bar with something like that. I've only got two bottles of DR1200 vintage at home."
Pulling another coin bag out he puts it on the bar with a business card underneath. "Would you mind giving that to her I do like to repay people I get some good honest emotions off. And the card well...Thats if she would accept a more personal apology somewhere private." He said with an amused smile.
Also walks out of the back. "Thanks for the help moonsoul. I would like to have a drink with you." Pulling the rest of the styx to them. "Hey could i get one of those flyers so we can have a drink of this?"
The man in black shakes his head from where he was watching the fight, and motions to the barkeep.
"A drop of that delightful maker of Christmas cheer, good sir, the fighter of chills and the maker of peace among men, if you would..."
"well I can definitely tell you that I know know a cubi by that name or any artificial ones"
*Karl hears the word "Cheribum" being said by Perfection*
"so you say she's a Cheribum, eh? I happen to be a Fal'dev, which in Ancient Mobian means 'Fallen Angel'...of course some could be made by a mishap in assimilation by another demon. The doctors say I still can be Cubi as well...but the headwings might only come in when I turn 40"
*Karl shows his Black feathered wings and his tail that he usually hides when he's in Normal form*
OOC: I said I was Assimilated by a cubi, but I forgot to tell you that if certain gene codes are present in the body during Assimilation, could cause the creation of either a mix-breed...or a different lifeform than expected.
Stygian's attempts at listening calmly slowly started to fail, as a vein began to pulse at his temple, and his face grew more and more irritated. He keept gritting his teeth, but at the last few words and, more importantly, thoughts that passed through the room unchecked by spells or good, solid mental shielding, he just opened his mouth and snarled, then threw his hands out.
"Why, for the sake of the bloody...?!" he said, a rumble in his throat. Then he took his coat beside him and put it on, slid off the stool and gave an accusing look to all but Cognidubnus and the wolf cubi, somehow. He pulled a duster hat out from inside his coat, smooth though it couldn't possibly have fit in there without showing and without serious rumpling, and set it on his head, his ears streaking back.
"I'm going out for a smoke..." he growled.
I got work but I'll be back around 10 pm est to continue.
Quote from: Stygian on December 01, 2006, 12:26:51 PM
Waiting for his meal, or whatever easy piece of meat that might come wandering by, Stygian was laying forward on the desk again, having popped a few black tablets of some unknown origin, and carefully examining the bottle of Styx wine. In spite of things, he looked dull. He put the wine aside, saving it, and instead took out a small dark metal flask from inside his hung off coat, and poured some equally dark liquid into the empty Wiskey glass.
At the entry of the angela though, Stygian's eyes darted to look at her for a moment, a red flare in them flickering and his face darkening for just an instant before he realized there was no imminent danger and settled. But she did give him an... odd sensation though. He chuckled almost inaudibly. The wolf cubi was probably in for more than he had expected. He put his glass to his mouth and took a swig.
When Perfection mentioned the word Cherubim though, Stygian choked on his drink audibly and nearly spat, then put it down and coughed, thumping his chest with a closed fist.
"Hm. Wrong one..." he said distractedly. He breathed out, and then went back to his drink. But though he appeared uninterested, his eyes closed, and his ears lowered forward, all his attention was on the conversation they were having.
Quote from: Kitsune Ascendant on December 01, 2006, 12:37:02 PM
*sniffs out and pounces the last few of the gremlins*
*the door to the back room opens, and Moonsoul pads back out, the last of the mogwaii pests hanging limp in her jaws. with a quick toss of her head, she launches it into the air and then swallows it whole*
I discovered they taste like chicken. well, to me anyways. oh, and the infestation's cleaned out *shifts back to humanoid form and takes here seat at the bar, finishing the glass of wine*
now, if you'd bring me a few things. I'll need one of those styx wines, the bottle of foxshadow you opened, some gryphon claw (it's one of the more popular white wines where I come from), a little lemon juice, and a little lime juice. oh, and a ice cube tray.
Quote from: e_voyager on December 01, 2006, 12:48:20 PM
the door to the establiments opens and through it steps and odd looking entity that looks like it is armored. the entity removes his helmet and revels an human like face with and odd sheen on it's surface as he shakes his hair out of it's pressed formed. he walks to the bar area of the establishment. and waits for a moment to be noticed by the server. " "water or peroxided. which ever is easier to get your hands on"
Quote from: Paladin Sheppard on December 01, 2006, 01:09:09 PM
Still grinning the wolf cubi twitched his headwings as the angry cherubim stalked off, his eyes locked on her rump. "You know I was just getting a light snack right?" He said to the now reformed Perfection, "mind you I wouldn't have objected if she had sat down...cute rear."
Finally deprived of his target, the cubi turned to the barkeep. "I don't suppose that Fryewine is DR941 vintage or older? I've had a hard time finding a good bar with something like that. I've only got two bottles of DR1200 vintage at home."
Pulling another coin bag out he puts it on the bar with a business card underneath. "Would you mind giving that to her I do like to repay people I get some good honest emotions off. And the card well...Thats if she would accept a more personal apology somewhere private." He said with an amused smile.
Quote from: Cogidubnus on December 01, 2006, 01:51:35 PM
The man in black shakes his head from where he was watching the fight, and motions to the barkeep.
"A drop of that delightful maker of Christmas cheer, good sir, the fighter of chills and the maker of peace among men, if you would..."
Quote from: KarlOmega1 on December 01, 2006, 02:18:37 PM
"well I can definitely tell you that I know know a cubi by that name or any artificial ones"
*Karl hears the word "Cheribum" being said by Perfection*
"so you say she's a Cheribum, eh? I happen to be a Fal'dev, which in Ancient Mobian means 'Fallen Angel'...of course some could be made by a mishap in assimilation by another demon. The doctors say I still can be Cubi as well...but the headwings might only come in when I turn 40"
*Karl shows his Black feathered wings and his tail that he usually hides when he's in Normal form*
OOC: I said I was Assimilated by a cubi, but I forgot to tell you that if certain gene codes are present in the body during Assimilation, could cause the creation of either a mix-breed...or a different lifeform than expected.
Perfection heard the choking and coughing, but he also remembered the person choking and coughing. Of course he mostly remembered a Dance Dance Revolution machine's side panel meeting his face so he just turned away and continued his conversation with the wolf cubi and overheard the kitsune's request. He was about to pass it on when Angela came back in and set up a table as requested. This of course held his attention for only a few seconds as a new person entered and asked for the most bizzare thing one could request at Wraith's tavern; water. To this Perfection merely snapped his fingers and fabricated a tall glass shaped like Bugs Bunny and filled it with water. Then with a beaming smile he said, "Look Wraith I'm helpful!"
Wraith however was answering the cubi's question as well as handing out a warning. "No clue as to the dates, they tend to come from rather 'unofficial; sources." Wraith's eyes then took a humorous look. "And if you want to apologize to her, she's standing right behind you." And indeed, Angela, in a full fit of rage was standing behind the cubi, her feathers ruffled and her pencil snapped in twain with small thunderclouds forming around her head. "Just out of curiousity, what name should we put on the tombstone?" Wraith chuckled.
Then Wraith heard the request for another order. "Uh... is that Scoth, Brandy or Eggnog?" Wraith looked momentairly confused. "Because we don't carry eggnog for another week." Before he could bother to listen to ananswer though the other cubi asked about Angela, and again made Wraith laugh. "Sorry, but she's from my home universe, kept trying to reform me too. She failed."
"At least you stopped randomly stabbing people." Spaz said as Stygian go up to leave for a smoke. "You are allowed to smoke indoors sir."
"Only during business hours. Customers tend to frown on it and those that don't tend to not be a good source of income." Wraith grumbled. "Anyway free frinks for you guys that tried to get rid of the Gremlins and if you need a bottle of mouth wash just ask, because honestly they aren't supposed to taste like chicken."
Mel picked up another one of her gemstone munchies and flicked it at Karl. It pinged against his armor. "You haven't changed a bit, have you Admiral? You'd think after that little dust-up at your house there'd be some terms you wouldn't fling around so freely anymore." Then she spotted another familar face and waved. "E? Is that you?"
Turning on his stool the wolf sized up the angel. Grinning like...Well the wolf that he was, he handed the coin bag and card to Angela. "Sorry lass, I couldn't help myself. I was felling a bit drained and a bit of anger from such a lovely angel as ye, well t'was a fine feast will ye forgive me?"
Not wanting to break eye contact with such a fine female form, the cubi tossed Wrath another one of his cards, which read:
Captain Paladin Sheppard
Mercanary
Contact details followed the name and title in varied languages.
*after waiting some time with no response, Moonsoul decides to repeat her request*
I'll need one of those styx wines, the bottle of foxshadow you opened, some gryphon claw (it's one of the more popular white wines where I come from), a little lemon juice, and a little lime juice. oh, and a ice cube tray.
The man in black smiles, and rests his chin in his hand.
"I mean that inciter of trouble, maker of debauchers and corrupter of all good men. Scoth. I heard you mention a delightful bottle of Irish Scoth just now. That would do nicely"
Quote from: Paladin Sheppard on December 01, 2006, 10:51:59 PM
Turning on his stool the wolf sized up the angel. Grinning like...Well the wolf that he was, he handed the coin bag and card to Angela. "Sorry lass, I couldn't help myself. I was felling a bit drained and a bit of anger from such a lovely angel as ye, well t'was a fine feast will ye forgive me?"
Not wanting to break eye contact with such a fine female form, the cubi tossed Wrath another one of his cards, which read:
Captain Paladin Sheppard
Mercanary
Contact details followed the name and title in varied languages.
Quote from: Paladin Sheppard on December 01, 2006, 10:51:59 PM
Turning on his stool the wolf sized up the angel. Grinning like...Well the wolf that he was, he handed the coin bag and card to Angela. "Sorry lass, I couldn't help myself. I was felling a bit drained and a bit of anger from such a lovely angel as ye, well t'was a fine feast will ye forgive me?"
Not wanting to break eye contact with such a fine female form, the cubi tossed Wrath another one of his cards, which read:
Captain Paladin Sheppard
Mercanary
Contact details followed the name and title in varied languages.
After Paladin's apology Angela's feathers returned to normal, but she still looked unhappy, but cracked a small smile. "Next time you want some anger to feed off of just ask for someone to put Wraith in a polka-dot costume, his wife loves to do that."
"And you wonder why you were kicked out of heaven?" Wraith cast a rather annoyed look at his employee and then turned to Spaz and whispered something into his friend's hood.
"You can't be serious..." Spaz's was definately not pleased, but Wraith gave the taller spectere a look to kill... again. "All right I'll go get Babs..."
"You... the kitsune who ate some of the gremlins, your order will be a few minutes we need Babs to wake up to get to some of the other wines." Wraith said and without looking back at the man in black, slide a glass and bottle of the finest whiskey he had. "Be careful, I used that stuff to clean some tar off wheelbarrow and that was fifty years ago."
A few minutes later Spaz came scrambling up from the back room completely panic sticken and crying like a little child. "I got the drink... I hope your happy."
"Half way there." Wraith smiled. "Take that gryphon drink and the other stuff our new kitsune friend ordered over to it's table."
"I think it is a female, Wraith." Spaz said flatly as he took the orders over to the table.
"ALL RIGHT!" A voice called from the back.
"She's late." Wraith looked at the clock on the wall. "Normally she's up and after him in a few seconds."
"Where is that golden eyed freak!" Babs came storming out of the back room. Babs was not all that intimidating, standing only five foot one with bright pink hair, red skin and brown horns. Her schoolgirl uniform did not help her intimidation factor and as soon as she realized there were customers she tried to run.
"Hold it!" Wraith shouted. "Take orders now."
"Or what?" Babs snapped.
"You loose your job and apartment." Wraith said flatly. "And I'll make Angela take you home."
"HEY!" Angela snapped. "That's not necessary, let Perfection take her home."
"Can't the Verge is filling up." Perfection said.
"How do you fill up a limitless capacity?" Wraith looked at his friend. "On second thought don't answer that, I like my IQ right where it is."
"Nah I prefer female anger its sweeter than male." He said, flipping a platinum coin to the angel. Paladin was glad she couldn't mind read, she'd hit him. Pal wasn't sure, her surface thoughts were somewhat shielded. "You cook pizzas here lass? Something with plenty of meat and BBQ sauce would be great."
Quote from: Mel Dragonkitty on December 01, 2006, 10:39:09 PM
Then she spotted another familar face and waved. "E? Is that you?"
E blinked then turned. there was a white feline wit the familiar energy signature. " greetings Mel. i was unaware that i would encounter you here.. one moment i'm attempting to order a drink." e turns to the wrath. " not by water i men H20 and by peroxide i mean H2O2"
"well, moonsoul would you like a drinking partner or what... I have the synx right here if your up for some and that other wine that you have smell great." Looking over at Moonsoul, who is getting the next wine in line which is the gryphon drink.
*taking the bottle of gryphonclaw, Moonsoul pours some into each of the compartments of the icetray. adding a few drops of lime juice to each, she then moves her hand over the tray, instantly freezing it. the ice seems to have it's own ideas about how light should bend, and gives most who stare at it a minor headache after a few minutes. taking a few cubes and placing them in a large glass, she then pours about half a glass of the styx wine, adds a bit of lemon juice, and quickly pours the foxshadow in. the icecubes bubble away, and a thick, seemingly endless fog pours over the edges, disapearing at the bottom of the glass*
heh. only thing known to knock Inari for a loop. *takes a sip* you know, ever since I can remember, I never actually got drunk. it was sober-sober-sober-sober-THUD! *slaps the bar lightly for effect* usually takes about 10 glasses of this to get that in me these days.
Waka walks over to moonsoul. Looks her up and down to make sure she was ok then grabs his drink and starts at it himself. "So moonsoul where do you come from... if i may ask?"
Boogey staggered out of the back room. He didn't remember much of what had happened, save for that some gremlins had been very mean and then it got really bright and that people thought he'd been hurting people when he'd been just standing there and now there were people he sort of recognised but couldn't quite recall and that he was just so confused...
"Um, may I take you up on that offer of free drinks?" Boogey asked Wraith, looking quite sorry for himself. "Nothing too strong, but something to take the edge off. I've had such an odd day..."
Meanwhile, two tentacles snaked out of the coller of his shirt (again, unnoticed by him) and waved at a certain dragon at the bar. Once again one twisted into cursive letters.
Hi Mel! How's the world treating ya?
Stygian came back in, taking off his hat, followed by a tall, blue-dressed canine woman who looked like a Dobermann. He had picked up a thick newspaper from somewhere which he held rolled up in one hand. Hanging his coat on a proper hanger this time, he walked up to the bar. He only took a moment to look at the Boogeyman who made a less than charming appearance, before he too spoke to the wraith.
"Sorry to remind you, but I would like that meal now. You really don't have to cook it, but I would like some fruit with it as I said, and a good strong red wine," he said, laying an envelope on the counter. "That should cover my tab," he simply stated.
With his mind, he prodded the Boog in the side slightly, and spoke to him alone.
Hey, old pal. Are you sure everything's alright? You're looking kind of dizzy there.
Boogey looked around hurridly.Who said tha... Slowly, his eyelids got heavier and he fell into a bit of a daze.
Things have SUCKED! Another voice replied, and a mildly more familier voice at that, I @#$%ed up translating myself again! Some other thought entity had been leaving this area just as I walked in, and we ended up integrating aspects of each other. I was phased before I could finish fixing it! The guy had been someone's idea of a cubi character for some novel, and so now I only have control over the subconcious stuff like the tentacles. And if that's not enough, there was a mental noise that could only be described as a grumble, My self-image was left in charge of the non-subconcious stuff. Today sucks.
Stygian would have smiled. That was a lot more familiar to the Boogeyman he knew.
He's... you're not looking too handsome for a cubi, really. Is there anything that I could do? All I can offer you right now is this dobie girl that I picked up. I was planning on eating her later, but I can do without for the time being.
Man, you are one messed up individual. I mean honestly. Perfectly nice young women and you just plan on eating her. A waste and a crime, I tell you. There was a mental rolling of eyes. And I'm not all cubi, I've just taken on aspects of one. The appearance is aforementioned self images fault. Nothing to be done for it for the time being. The girl being let be would improve my mood though. Simply not gentlemanly, eating someone.
She was the one who started waving a badge around. I tried to talk her to sense, but I guess I did a poor job. In either case, she has a better chance of living if you take her. Otherwise she might remember if I let her go unscathed. And it's my principle not to leave evidence behind. But I guess I could try and talk to her again, if you are so offended...
Stygian was simply stating something. He didn't sound the least bit frustrated, if one should interpret a voice in one's head as sounding like anything. That only served to underline what he was saying further.
Badge? Alright, what did you do now? The "self image" looked like it was asleep at this point, which was used as an opportunity for a few tentacles to snake out and weave around until they were a decent approximation of Boogey's real face; cartoony, large eyes, long shaggy hair, and a wide mouth. The tenta-face was giving Stygian what could only be called a Look. Besides, in my state what could I do with a pretty girl? Both I and my self image are too polite to try anything, and with a face like this I'd be even worse off.
If it would end this rather dull argument about morals I can wipe today out of her memory, offered Mel. I usually just copy people's memories but destruction is also an option. She paused then added, Unless Stygian would rather I not have access to whatever it is he's charged with this time. She was still just sitting on her stool crunching gems but her eyes had the mischievous glint of a bored dragon.
E sighed. he's been doing that a lot lately and most of it that came from feeling powerless. "Powerless? you have powers that most post chaos gods could barely dream of!" "if that's true then why and i unable to protect those i consider allies" "you could lock them all in special made home and watch over them?" "no i'm not monster" "you two stop arguing!" "that's it everyone sleep. Pots Peels." E slumps onto a stool his inner voices quite fora time. "darkness and anger." he grumbles. "who's next?
*Karl saw E and went over to say hi*
Karl: hiya, E. How's Zero...has he been joining your twin, Forte, in chasing girls again?
*Karl was obviously joking about E's Brothers*
Karl: well, anyways...I've been back on earth recently...Your Papa was having a Conniption fit about Gospel leaking his fluids on the Carpet again...was a funny sight, actually.
I'm not entirely sure just yet, Mel. If Boogey can support my arguments she might take reason. If not, well... Then I'll leave it up to you. I can't deal with her memories that easily without continuous interference, and that might still mess her up. I'd rather you not leave any magical traces though. Oh, and please don't steal into the link like that. I hate it when people do.
With that, Stygian turned away and joined the girl who had sat down at a table in the back of the tavern's common room.
Hey, Boog. Or Mel. Could you help me out on this one? I don't think she'll just believe me straight away.
Still not knowing what you did, and in my currant state that would mean speaking with her telepathically, and I can't set those up. I can only respond to them. Like an echo, sort of. The tenta-face broke up and slid back into the coat, Though I'll gladly advise, or speak for you if you can add her to the link.
A very interesting question, waka. and one I'm not completely sure has an answer. My last home was a world that I chose for it's laws of physics, or lack thereof in many cases. It was always an adventure trying to get to a particular place, and because of it everyone was unhurried and easygoing. It had been the first place I had felt truely at home in a few hundred years. before that, I had been wandering universes, not completely sure what I was looking for. Or, for that matter, if I was looking for anything. my homeworld, which I had lived on before that, is, for reasons that can't be properly explained in spoken language, unreachable, though I should be able to get back there in anohter hundred years or so.
She's a mage, and whatever you say I can pass on to her directly. She wouldn't have just come in and sat down if I had asked her to... Stygian "said", sitting down on the other side of the table, facing the girl. There will be no problem with communication, besides her probably not wanting to listen.
((OOC: When I am speaking to someone "telepathically", that means that I am actually touching them with a part of my essence. It is how it works for me; I don't "broadcast" my thoughts for all to hear, because I need to make "contact" with them for it to work, and only if I stretched out in all directions would it form a field. Now, I do realize that you would probably all be pretty curious, and I would have nothing against letting Mel in on the conversation, even if she did just hijack the link. But I must make it clear that I am very specific with this, and that any and all attempts to "tap" the link will be considered very offensive and dealt with in the appropriate manner.))
I forgot, you like to be all cryptic. Are you delibratly avoiding telling me what you did? I can't give any advice if I don't know. And what did you do to this girl other than "just ask"? That familiar voice is starting to sound exasperated. Just like old times then.
Mel hopped off her stool, sliding on her feline illusion as she did. The persona was carefully designed to create feelings of trust and protectiveness in the viewer; her hunting outfit. "I don't leave traces, it's a point of pride. Most of my donors never realize they've been duplicated."
OOC: Sorry.
Stygian muttered, knowing that all too well. He was just lucky he had changed since past.
I don't like to be straight with people, since mostly that is either inconvenient or it just means you have to explain everything for them to understand. But I guess you could say I infected her. Mages are no trouble for me anyway. All magic, no skill...
He turned and drew out a chair for the Boogeyman. Then he looked at the girl intensely. He tilted his head slightly to the right, as her eyes started widening, and darted all over. The look on her face was nearly panicked. She opened her mouth as if to scream, only to find that no sound came.
"You have no motor control from the neck down, so you won't be making any noise," Stygian stated.
Smooth, Stygian. Real smooth. Bet that just has the ladies lining up at your door, huh? As stated, the only thing that my concious mind is in control of right now is the tentacles. Ah hell... The dormant Boogey slumped that much more in his seat, and two tentacles snaked across the room to the chair. They drew themselves up to the table and rested there, the claws of each tentacle in the air slightly and touching clawtips, like someone resting their elbows on the table.
As stated, can't initiate mental conversations. Either add her into the link or speak for me. Let her know that I'm on her side. And give her back her freaking voice, or we wont be able to reach any conclusion to this at all. Just don't let her have enough of her voice back to be really loud or something like that.
Stygian cast him a sidelong look with raised eyebrows, before he let a part of the girl's thoughts slip to the Boogeyman. She was practically babbling, or rather her thoughts were stressed and incoherent. But she mainly seemed to wonder what the hell Stygian and the Boogeyman were, and why she couldn't move or use her magic.
"Your magic is useless... Tanya. Yes. I have breached your mind shield too. Once I get close or forceful enough, that's no big deal. I know why you are after me, and I know what you feel. You can't move because I infected your body. You've got a little portion of me swirling in your brain right now." Stygian said, knowing full well that this would scare the girl beyond hope. Things became easier that way. He'd let Mel be the good one. And as expected, the girl flooded with fear and the wish not to die. A tear trickled down her eye. Then another one. Stygian ignored it.
"These two people are Boog and Mel. They have nothing to do with this, except that they know me. They are the reason you are not back in your little darkness, since I wouldn't have let you go, had they not been here."
Ah, good, I can send back in the other direction in this link to her now, If it helps any, THIS person agrees that THIS one, one of the tentacles guestured at Stygian, Can be a jackass sometimes. I am of the opinion that his killing you would be a bad thing, and would like to find a way to avoid his doing so. Now then, since he seems loath to tell me, another wave at Stygian, What did he do now?
Mel touches the woman's hand, bringing herself to the canine's attention. "I'm sure that she wants to help us understand." Mel's voice was now softer, sweeter, and somehow managed to evoke the scent of daisies. "Miss Tanya, it is Tanya isn't it, seems like a very intelligent woman who will understand we only want to help." The voice was soft, forcing the woman to concentrate on the normal one, the trustworthy one. "Talk to us."
"I can't...?" The girl said, then looked as surprised as afraid that she actually could "voice" her thoughts again. She looked at Stygian, then at the Boogeyman. Then she fixed eyes with Mel again, taking her in, and growing just a bit calmer. Then she eyed Stygian again with intense fury.
"He killed my partner. I am working for the Yves Magical Control Agency. We ran into this... thing," she said, her eyes boring holes through the air with contempt and hate, "about a month ago, when he broke into a secured facility meant for keeping sacred artifacts and documents. He destroyed the place, and killed my partner while doing it!"
"You have proof, of course. I'm sure you wouldn't accuse anyone without proof. You wouldn't want to make a mistake." Mel locked eyes again, trying to calm her again.
e waved wearily to Karl and chuckled. that sounded like wily he's remembered when he watched bass in another dimension drive into the future. " i'm not sure last time i encountered Zero he was off to fight some one called Omega." e sighed. with the others sleep i gem feel the emptiness there preses held at bay. "what about you mister Technomage? what have you been up to?" e looks around. " that and what does it take to get an non alcoholic drink around here?"
Styg, I notice that you've been pointedly silent on the matter. Did you do it? Boogey queried Stygian specifically, avoiding being heard by interlopers.
"I saw him impale her with my own eyes. She was trying to guard the ancient scrolls, and he ripped her apart!" the girl thinks, images of the ordeal slipping through. Darkness, fire, a hunched-over figure standing in front of a large bookcase of some sort and Stygian standing before it. And then how tentacles shot from his back and speared the figure thoroughly, before letting it fall to the floor and stepping over it.
Oh yeah. I did it. But there's more to it than that.
*hears the shouting, but makes an attempt to tune it out*
best not to get involved. Things like that rarely end well. *takes another sip* especially for outside parties.
now, what kind of food does this place have? the mogwaii were at best a snack, and I'm hungry enough to eat a shadow dragon.
"I'm sure it's a fascinating story. You live such a complicated life." Mel smiled at the woman keeping her attention while she added. "I can wipe the last hour or so without leaving a trace, but not the older stuff. It's integrated at too many levels. Guess we have to rely on your charm."
Quote from: Paladin Sheppard on December 02, 2006, 02:00:00 AM
"Nah I prefer female anger its sweeter than male." He said, flipping a platinum coin to the angel. Paladin was glad she couldn't mind read, she'd hit him. Pal wasn't sure, her surface thoughts were somewhat shielded. "You cook pizzas here lass? Something with plenty of meat and BBQ sauce would be great."
"Well then don't get Babs upset or you might just die of overeating." Angela gave a wry smile. "Pizza with a lot of meat and BBQ..." Angela chewed on the end of her pencil "Give me twenty minutes and I'll see what..." Angela looked around for Wraith and spotted him leaning against the back of the bar, his eyes closed. "Wraith!"
"What?" Wraith didn't open his eyes.
"We need a cook, so is it your brother or your wife I should call." Angela asked.
"If you even so much as dial my home number I'll be having some wings for my dinner." Wraith opened a single eye to glare at her. "Call L.B., I can control him."
"Pizza will be done in the next 45 minutes." Angela smiled.
"ah your back" sys E "can i have some water? as in H2O?"
The man in black looks at his cup and then at the strange mass of tentacles coming out of the short, ugly man, and looks at his cup again.
"Truly, a draught cooled an age in the deep earth, tasting of dance and song and sunburnt mirth..." He stared at the bottom of this glass. Satisfied no message waited for him, he turned his attention back to the Barkeep.
"If you need a cook for pizza, I happen to have some skill with that. Give me another one of these, and I'll cook the good Captain's dish."
"Well then don't get Babs upset or you might just die of overeating." Angela gave a wry smile. "Pizza with a lot of meat and BBQ..." Angela chewed on the end of her pencil "Give me twenty minutes and I'll see what..." Angela looked around for Wraith and spotted him leaning against the back of the bar, his eyes closed. "Wraith!"
"What?" Wraith didn't open his eyes.
"We need a cook, so is it your brother or your wife I should call." Angela asked.
"If you even so much as dial my home number I'll be having some wings for my dinner." Wraith opened a single eye to glare at her. "Call L.B., I can control him."
"Pizza will be done in the next 45 minutes." Angela smiled.
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"That'll do lass thanks. Say what time would ye be getting off work tonight? I just finished a decent paying job and I'm looking for someone to help me spend some of the pay." Paladin points to the card in Angela's hands a silly grin on his face, not knowing if she'll huff off or accept. "If ye can't tonight my contacts are on that card."
Boogey notices Paladin and Angela and chuckles. Watch the player play. Beside the point though. Alright, Stygian, what are these complications? In brief, if you please.
Quote from: e_voyager on December 02, 2006, 11:32:10 PM
"ah your back" sys E "can i have some water? as in H2O?"
Quote from: Paladin Sheppard on December 03, 2006, 02:17:00 AM
"That'll do lass thanks. Say what time would ye be getting off work tonight? I just finished a decent paying job and I'm looking for someone to help me spend some of the pay." Paladin points to the card in Angela's hands a silly grin on his face, not knowing if she'll huff off or accept. "If ye can't tonight my contacts are on that card."
Wraith arched an eye as he silently poured a glass of water and set it next to the Bugs Bunny cup that Perfection had fabricated. "Happy now?" He then turned to watch the show that was about to start with Paladin.
"Sorry, I have a strict 'No dating customers, friends, forces of evil or smartalecks' rule." Angela smiled as she left for he back room.
"Wraith just laughed. "What's funny is she really does have such a rule."
"thank you. " e picks up the glass and drains it with out ever bringing it near his lips. this is a slight hissing sound and steam escapes his arm and chest vent and the water is broke down via electrosis into hydrogen and oxygen. in moments E's energy indicator shows full. "Nothing like a little water to recharger the fuel cells." E crosses over to Karl. " co what brings toy here admiral?"
"Aww nuts. Well ye can't blame me for trying can ye lass?" Pal watches her as she exits. "Now mister Waith about that Fyrewine..."
"Hey i would like another one of these." Lifting up the synx in his hand. "And can we get some music going on."
Quote from: Paladin Sheppard on December 03, 2006, 04:31:32 PM
"Aww nuts. Well ye can't blame me for trying can ye lass?" Pal watches her as she exits. "Now mister Waith about that Fyrewine..."
"Huh, oh yeah." Wraith pressed a small button on the underside of his bar. A few seconds later Babs came running in with the wine. "Pour it for this guy, and becareful Sheppared, unlike our angel friend Babs does bite."
"Only if if they ask and even then it's extra." Babas gave a toothy and yet sultry smile.
Then Wraith heard the order for more Styx wine, he decided now would be a good idea to mention the fact that a motel down the street gave discounts for tavern goers. "Here you go." He said as he made his way to the table. "As for the room, there's asmall motel chain down the street and a good friend of mine runs it, but if you go there you'll be in a special dimension called The Verge and it's specially suited for the deceased."
Karl: Well E...I'm taking a bit of time off from defending the Alpha Quadrant in my Dimension (saying that because this Tavern is interdimensional, right?)...and I finally got Micheal to leave the PET an occupy a body designed to look like him...
OOC: E...the plot timeline dictates MMBN-->Original MM--> MM X, right?
MMBN= MegaMan Battle Network/ Rockman EXE
Original MM = MegaMan/Rockman
MM X = MegaMan X/ Rockman X
"well thank you much" Looking around the room and finding Mel. "Hello, would you like a drink with me?"
hmm. seems like things are winding down here.
anyways, I don't think I ever got a straight answer as to what kind of food you serve here, though that pizza sounds good.
Quote from: KarlOmega1 on December 04, 2006, 01:01:42 AM
Karl: Well E...I'm taking a bit of time off from defending the Alpha Quadrant in my Dimension (saying that because this Tavern is interdimensional, right?)...and I finally got Micheal to leave the PET an occupy a body designed to look like him...
(the whole problem with that is that in that world forte is a reconstituted of Pharaoh man and Gospel is a beat bases on Pharaoh mans code.
E chuckled. "i never did understand that earth. it's almost as if the digital world was cam into being and was interrupted by robotises instead of monster makers."
" e raised his glass. " may i have another drink?" e setts down his glass in front of him. " at that point doctor light/hikari should have been only half way through programming rock's brain and theoretical abilities but instead of compiling rock came to life as a net naive like blues before him and there robots in that world were but aside. in stead they work on materialization." e shook his head. still the last time i was in the presses of earth in 20XX wily was lament the loss of king and his health was starting to fail. any year not the old man is going to go all or nothing. know him he'll try for both and i'm not sure that forte can survive the onset with his energy system corrupted but all that evil energy the was using to 'become a dark god'" at this e sight but knew that forte was in trouble the energy made his stronger true but it corrupted his program and soon he would not be able to vacate a dying body for a new one. " oh and here's some news on zero in 21XX. he was revived again after that whole nightmare virus war then but now a new program called the dark elf is starting a war and i get the feeling that X is on the verge of cracking and breaking down." e sighs. " X was made fore piece king of like a robot super man to stop
sigma Lex Luther. of course what no one may realize is that sigma is a viral copy of dad's mind and will based on his days as mister X and uploaded into Zero and plague. i wonder whats ever became of Plague (http://www.bobandgeorge.com/Subcomics/Plague/index.php?page=30)
Turning to face Babs Pal took a good look at the succubus (some of the time was spent imagining what was under the schoolgirl outfit). "Thank ye lass." He said as he took the drink and sipped. "Damn that'd be a DR800 vintage, how the hells did ye get those lovely hands on that?" Surprised enough by the quality of the drink Paladin's mind shield dropped for a second which would allow Babs (if she had the ability) to catch an image of Pal's rendition of her.
Without looking away from the scene in front of her Mel waves at Snuggles. "I'm kinda busy right now. Maybe when I'm done we can talk about old times. Providing we've had them. That's the trouble with these interdimensional places, you never know if your old friends have met you yet."
E suddenly sneezes as if some one was speaking o him. "excuse me Karl." e whips his nose form force of habit despite the knowledge that it would be dry. "so tell me will you be doing any voluntary time travel on this vacation of yours?"
"Well, ok... " looking a little bit down. "Anyone want to do something... Maybe darts or something?" Looking around.
darts? sure, why not.
*Karl pulls out an ID and a paper and shows them to E*
Karl: This ID is a Time travelers License and the paper is a permanent authorization by No-zone to investigate any Anomolies (did I spell that right?) that I come across in my travels.
*Karl's comm went off*
Karl: hello? Hi Dr. Hikari...What?! Is Wily there with you?...Ok, I'll tell him.
*Karl hangs up*
Karl: E...seems your twin brother got beat up by Roll again for being a perv...your father's assessing the damage...
Stygian leaned back in his chair, and drew a breath before his explanation.
"Her friend was possessed. That vault was a hold for a number of hazardous artifacts and tomes, one of which I had recieved an assignment to destroy. And in her clumsiness, her partner unsealed a horror from within one, a particular mask. I was only lucky to get her before she actually put it on."
E laughs " he never did know when to quite." rubbing his face slighter e sobers. " and what makes it worse is that though Wily accept me i still got part of his programming when i snatched this spare body and made it my own." e smiled " and because of that i know how he feels and that he my push but that he won't really do more then talk big to her. he really wanted her to like him almost as much as he wants to defeat Rock in a one on one battle."
Waka Moves up to the wall pulls out a brush and starts to draw a dart board and darts. After he is done, He speaks a word and they all move into real time. "Here." gives three darts to Moonsoul. "Ok, only rules is no magic alright?"
no magic. got it. *tosses the dart from hand to hand, testing it's weight, making a few calculations* you go first.
Right then. And she won't listen when you explain this? Hmm... Boogey's claws clicked together once or twice, like someone twiddling their fingers, Madam, I understand that you have little reason to trust those here. Suffice to say that while he is capable of many unsavory acts, killing without reason is not amongst them. What has he told you so far of the other circumstances regarding your partner's death? The self image stirred a bit, surprizing him, Stygian, I don't think I can keep the rest of me unconcious much longer.
"Alright" He line up then takes a step back "oops almost forgot the line on the ground" takes out his brush again and draws a line on the floor that also come into this time. (i forgot the first time and almost this time again he stops time for a sec while drawing) Then lines up again and fires off the first set. The first two go off of the board and the next one hits a one. "Man, i have got to get back in my groove." walks over draws a point on the board takes off the darts and walks back. "your turn"
"My turn to guess. Because you got to her pretty fast there wasn't enough evidence of possession for these so called magical control people to find. Double your apparent guilt because items went missing." Mel shook her head, "Do you have any sort of a plan beyond eliminating any agents that come across you? Because if that's the plan I have to say that it would be more efficent to take out the entire agency at once and be done with it." It was impossible to tell if Mel was joking or serious because she was still using the light sweet soothing voice.
*steps up to the line*
[pulling her hand back, Moonsoul rockets the first one towards the board, and it impacts the 7 with a rather loud thunk. making a few minor adjustments to her position and posture, moonsoul then looses the second dart, hitting the 13 this time. the third dart makes a beeline for the split between the 20 and the 1, ending up on the 1 side.
"MMmm good shots" and starts to mark down the shots.
"Speaking of shots!" The man said, draining his glass, "would it be possible to get another glass of this fine nectar? I do verily believe that it could scrape the tar off a wheelbarrow."
He turned his attention to Stygian.
"Now, it may be the fact that I am liquored up but good, and plan to get moreso, but from what I can see, our mutual friend of Mr. Jack is talking to a group of tentacles and a lady eating a pile of gemstones, whilst silencing and interrogating an otherwise helpless woman over there. Now, I'm not one to meddle." He said, upturning his empty glass to catch the drops. None came down.
He stared at his glass woefully. "I would wish nothing more than the peaceful and beneficial resoloutions to this situation. Indeed, I would like nothing more than to intervene on her behalf."
He half-smiled. "However, the machiavellian group there do all seem to be more than they appear, and alas, though I am prepared for martyrdom, I would prefer to postpone it.
He motioned to Wraith. "This calls for another drink."
OOC: Class now, but I'll post later today.
(OOC : s time any kind of drink is fine not that i've had my water recharge.)
Quote from: Kitsune Ascendant on December 04, 2006, 01:40:13 AM
hmm. seems like things are winding down here.
anyways, I don't think I ever got a straight answer as to what kind of food you serve here, though that pizza sounds good.
Quote from: Paladin Sheppard on December 04, 2006, 08:18:12 AM
Turning to face Babs Pal took a good look at the succubus (some of the time was spent imagining what was under the schoolgirl outfit). "Thank ye lass." He said as he took the drink and sipped. "Damn that'd be a DR800 vintage, how the hells did ye get those lovely hands on that?" Surprised enough by the quality of the drink Paladin's mind shield dropped for a second which would allow Babs (if she had the ability) to catch an image of Pal's rendition of her.
Quote from: Cogidubnus on December 05, 2006, 01:25:50 AM
"Speaking of shots!" The man said, draining his glass, "would it be possible to get another glass of this fine nectar? I do verily believe that it could scrape the tar off a wheelbarrow."
He turned his attention to Stygian.
"Now, it may be the fact that I am liquored up but good, and plan to get moreso, but from what I can see, our mutual friend of Mr. Jack is talking to a group of tentacles and a lady eating a pile of gemstones, whilst silencing and interrogating an otherwise helpless woman over there. Now, I'm not one to meddle." He said, upturning his empty glass to catch the drops. None came down.
He stared at his glass woefully. "I would wish nothing more than the peaceful and beneficial resoloutions to this situation. Indeed, I would like nothing more than to intervene on her behalf."
He half-smiled. "However, the machiavellian group there do all seem to be more than they appear, and alas, though I am prepared for martyrdom, I would prefer to postpone it.
He motioned to Wraith. "This calls for another drink."
Wraith nodded to Spaz who carefully placed menu by the kitsune who inquired about food. Then Wraith turned to Paladin and gave a friendly nod.
"Glad you like it." Wraith said smugly as he turned towards the stranger who had been enjoying Wraith's special supply. "Sure thing I got a special house mix. Makes Tequila look like cough drops." Wraith smiled as he ben under the bar and pulled out a large mason jar filled with a clear liquid. "Bathtub whiskey, aka Moonshine. Hope you have a healthy liver."
Meanwhile Perfection had vanished and the doors swung open once more. This time they revealed a small, blue cloaked, figure with piercing red eyes. The figure cast glance around before grumbling aloud; "Who ordered the freakin' pizza?". It was Wraith's younger brother and he stomped inot the back before anyone could answer where he started the pizza and other possible orders for the night.
ooh, buffalo wings. but there's also burgers...
ah, what the heck. I said I was hungry. I'll take a green chili cheese burger with all the fixings and your largest order of buffalo wings.
Waka Steps up to the line again. And three shots one right after the other. it hits the 12, 5 ,and 13. "Awww i am getting back into it." and upon hearing the buffalo wings "Oooo, i would love some of them." He takes another swig of his drink as he marks down the score.
(OOC: Score is 21 Kitsune, 31 Waka)
*pulls my darts out of the board and takes my place behind the line*
*now warmed up, moonsoul tosses the first dart, which lands on the 20. the next one lands within an inch of the first, and the third one somehow manages to get stuck in the back of the second*
um, how do you score that third one?
"I don't care how about another 20 then?"
Waka goes over to inspect the third then pulling his and Kitsune's darts and hand them over.
Steps behind the line again and fires them off this time it was dead on acute. the first one hit the double 20 then hit the triple 17's and hit just inside the 13 mark.
(ok if counting the third one as a 20 then it is 81 for kitsune, 135 Waka)
well well. now that you're warmed up, I'm going to have to get serious. *picking her arrows, she then gives the board an eagle eye stare before hitting the bullseye, the double twenty, and the tripple 7*
Waka nods
"I see that you are very talented."
Steps up behind the line again a fires them off again at a fast pace. The first one lands on the 19, 10, and double 14.
"not so good as the last time but still good. You know i think that just made us tie for now"
(score just so you know 192 for kitsune, 192 waka)
Quote from: Paladin Sheppard on December 04, 2006, 08:18:12 AM
Turning to face Babs Pal took a good look at the succubus (some of the time was spent imagining what was under the schoolgirl outfit). "Thank ye lass." He said as he took the drink and sipped. "Damn that'd be a DR800 vintage, how the hells did ye get those lovely hands on that?" Surprised enough by the quality of the drink Paladin's mind shield dropped for a second which would allow Babs (if she had the ability) to catch an image of Pal's rendition of her.
(OOC: Didn't notice this...I would have responded to this eariler in thread)
*Karl picks up on Pal's thought*
Karl: Uh, Soldier...Mind your Mind Shield...Even I that have a low-level telepathy can see/hear that thought.
Without warning, suddenly Stygian rose from his chair, and swung his arm around Cogidubnus' shoulders, slapping him on the back with a large hand, a smile on his face. For a moment as he talked his voice held an almost lyrical tone.
"Good man, good king! Indeed, your words ring true, and for that, we shall toast on my expense. But I assure you, you have no reason to fear for the young lady. You could ask her yourself. We are all friends in this place, my companions as much as myself, even if it be that I have to still my tongue or step up or back that it may remain so," he said, chuckling. Then, his voice and face became more serious. "I appreciate your candour though. But before one can be a martyr, one must have a just cause. Now..." He let go of Cogidubnus and turned back to Mel and the Boogey.
The girl's head was still and her body was idly leaning back on her chair while her hands fiddled with a little notebook taken out of her pocket, but her eyes were almost painfully full with fear and distress and a little of it also crept onto her face.
I was planning on planting a false trail and waiting for them to give up the chase, or possibly leading it on to someone whom I would want to see bothered. Like the Twinks, for example. That agency has ties, and I do not want to stir up a commotion if I am to take a break from things right now. Which of course means that what you mentioned about erasing her memory would be perfect, though I am afraid I would have to keep her for a while to tie up loose ends and plant some suspicions.
These memories are easier to remove than the other. The older memories are the more entangled they get. She's thought about the death almost constantly so it's involved with every day. Today can just get lopped cleanly off the end. Even if it's several days it's easy enough to remove everything. The only problem is explaining the loss. Mel patted the girl's hand. "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt at all."
OOC: I won't be able to post tonight, I have a huge part of my upcoming final to finish and I'm kind of struggling to write it. I'll have a fresh post up sometime tomorrow though.
Explination's easy. She's in a tavern, isn't she? When her partner went nuts and got killed, she dealt with it the old fashoned way. Got drunk out of her mind. There goes those last few days. The tentacles shuddered a bit, Annnnd yeah. That was most definatly my other half trying to wake up.
The girl's veins in her face throbbed, and her short-furred muzzle almost contracted into a snarl. She was still close to panicking, but seemed to be getting very angry too.
"No! You can't! She was like a sister to me, and I won't let her have died for nothing!"
I can restrain her easily, but if she keeps going like this she's either going to blow a fuse or knock herself out. Can you please do what you have to, Mel?
From the sounds of things, madam, she didn't. Boogey clicked his claws again, then realized that was probably distracting the poor girl and stopped, Now, according to what I've heard, she'd let loose something that was in that vault, and it possessed her. Stygian had to stop her from being a danger to others. Your partner died in the line of duty, doing as she knew she must. To go after Stygian will not alter whether or not she died, or the conditions thereof. Even if it did, I can't see how you could really honor her further. She's become a hero of sorts.
Mel put one hand on the girl's face and turned her to look directly at her. The quartz ring on Mel's hand began glowing softly. Mel's face went soft and sweet, almost childlike as she purred at the girl, "You're getting very upset. You don't want to be upset anymore, do you? It's been a rough day. A horrible day that you don't want to think about anymore."
Just as it always worked as soon as Mel mentioned the day it flashed to the front of the girl's memory, as if called. The automatic connection between hearing and thought worked in her favor. Normally Mel would copy the memory at this point but today she carefully plucked it out. She tried following it back to the death but, as she suspected, that memory was too deeply embedded for removal. She fuzzed it as much as she could.
When Mel removed her hand the girl blinked, almost jumped. "How... how did I get here? Do I know you?"
She has now lost much of today.
Excellent, was all that Stygian thought. He walked back to the table.
"You were almost assailed in the alley back there, remember? Here's your drink, by the way," he said, putting a glass of fine bourbon on a coaster before her, and doing the same for himself.
The man whispered to himself as Stygian began to weave his tale to the unsuspecting maid.
"And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming...." He chuckled mirthlessly.
His voice picked up. "Tell me good Wraith, is there - is there balm in Gilead?! Tell me, tell me, I implore - please, let this glass be empty - Nevermore!". He laughed, and pointed to the mason jar.
"White lightning? Truly, a man after my own heart. As to the state or health of my liver, I could not say, but I do my damndest to put it to the test." He passed his glass down the bar.
"Before I get descend into a delightful state of inebriation, anybody for checkers?"
"sure though int all truth i'm more of a chess player". E walks over to Cogidubnus smiles as gestures to the table. " shall we play?"
His eyes brighten. "Ah! I had not pegged anyone here as a fellow player - and I figured that I'd take what red and blacks that I could. But, perhaps, a warm up game before Kings and Bishops? It would seem that he Bartender is somewhat busy, so we might have time to play before, I drop straight to the floor." He snickered.
He sits down, and begins to put the pieces in their places. "It is of course, ungentlemanly to play without introductions." He offers his hand. "I've many names, and have been called many more, and have been many things to many people...but you can call me Cog."
E smiles. he too was known buy many names not all of them pleasant. E nods bowing slightly. " i am the summation f myself, Please call me e" with that e pulls out the chair and takes a seat.
"A pleasure to meet you." He looks longingly at the still-empty shot glass on the bar, and gestures to the board. "Any preference to red or black, E?"
E considers and shrugs."black"
"Black it is! An Ebon army for E, and a regiment of Red for myself." He switched the board accordingly, and moved a single piece forward.
"Leftmost to corner, good sir. Your move."
Quote from: Snuggles on December 06, 2006, 01:00:16 AM
Waka nods
"I see that you are very talented."
Steps up behind the line again a fires them off again at a fast pace. The first one lands on the 19, 10, and double 14.
"not so good as the last time but still good. You know i think that just made us tie for now"
(score just so you know 192 for kitsune, 192 waka)
perhaps, for the moment. however, that is not necesaily good for you. you went first, remember? so no matter what, I'm ahead this round. *hits single, double, and tripple twenty.*
"so you have been holding out on me" seeing him hit one of each 20s "Alright my go then" steps up to the line and again fire one right after another. Hitting the tripple 15, tripple 10, and a 18.
(Kitsune 312 and Waka 285)
E chuckles mirroring the move knowing that in his case the piece will likely remain there for a great [portion of the game.
(OOC: http://checkersrules.atspace.com/checkers-board-diagram.gif - Oops! Meant to say, rightmost to corner!)
Cog looks at the board, frowns, and makes an L with one hand, and traces it with the other. He looks at the board and grins sheepishly.
"Irish Whiskey must be more powerful than I remember. I mean to say, rightmost to corner. How silly."
He coughs, and sets his hand in his palm as he contemplates the board for a moment.
"Leftmost to diagonal right."
(sorry but as it stands i can not see the image. i keep getting redirected to a login screen for some service i never heard of this is how i was reading the first move please inform me if i was wrong. sorry aboutthe crud drawind but they were done in mspaint. i shall wih hgold my move unti i am clear as to the layout of the borad)
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e stroked his chin watched the board and considering his attack plan
(OOC: That's what I meant to do - here's where we are now.)
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Cog watches his opponent, occasionally glancing at his still-empty glass.
e realized that he's already new being put on he defensive not that he was much on defense. he advanced a checker from the middle row tho the front row.
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Cog grins and moves yet another peice.
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e pauses a moment.
"Double jumps and single space kings right? " he ask as he looks at the moves that were set up by Cog's last advance
edit. one more this is there also a penalty for failing to take an jump ?
edit (http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k89/e_voyager/DMFA/games/checkerboard2.png) (http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k89/e_voyager/DMFA/games/checkerboard2.png) E tries his move still uncertain of the set of rules in play.
(OOC: No penalty for jumps not taken, double jumps, and kings in both directions. Just like at cracker barrel)
Cog looks at the board in confusion for a moment, and taps his head with one hand.
"I knew there was a reason I usually didn't drink while playing. Eh well. The first move goes to you, sir."
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He looks at the board a moment, and makes his move.
E smiles reassured and makes and aggressive but sacrificial play.
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"Ah, so eager, E? Patience, is indeed, a virtue..." He looks at his glass. "Except, when it comes to the damn moonshine."
He doesn't take the bait, and moves a single peice.
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e nods. he's expected such a move and his next prove would be a surprised to this opponent.
(http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k89/e_voyager/DMFA/games/checkerboard4.png) (http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k89/e_voyager/DMFA/games/checkerboard4.png) there was no need to need to rush the move when there was time to test for aggressiveness.
Cog smiles, and deftly makes a move. "Two to one, good sir. You're move"
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E smiled. now he had a decent measure of his opponents mid game aggressiveness. Well played sir but my move remains unchanged.
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"This could take a while..." Cog mumbles. "I hope Wraith gets back soon. A drink would make this game faster, if possibly compromising to my victory."
"Have fun in the corner.' Cog says as he moves a peice.
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( opps sorry i thought i posed this a while ago)
e smiles. his opponent was having fun he gathered and so was he
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Cog moves another piece, and waits for E's decision.
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E smiles. this was going easier then he thought. still he knew that chances son intervene with any move.
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"Chess, good sir, is the game of Kings and Scholar's. Checkers is the game of the passive-agressive." Cog laughs, and moves his piece.
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e smiles and moves. " it makes me wonder what you thing of go a game i have no experience at playing
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"I think that if I beat you half drunk, you'll never hear the end of it." Cog moves the piece again.
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checkers in not my game my friend but i do enjoy a good game. E smiled. What ever it's nature
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"Perhaps we'll even the score with chess, sometime. And the game's not over yet," Cog says, moving a checker.
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i'm sorry but you moved the wrong one you grow closer to king but you still have at least on major obstacle to you plan
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Finishing off his Fyrewine Pal motioned for another. "And a double shot of burbon on the side thanks barkeep."
"Ah! See! You're better than you thought! And, unfortunately, I'm worse. As I said, the game's not over yet."
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E sighed. he knew his King was trapped but he also knew that his opponent was at the dis advantage. still he could not let up intentionally. as a matter of honor when in a contest he had to give his best and checkers as he reasoned was a game of attrition. he oped the file armor and began to read slowly and he made his move.
if only world leaders could be content with such contest to settle their issues but that would be too much to hope for"
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"If only, good sir. But, as a great man once said, 'The statesman who yields to war fever must realize that once the signal is given, he is no longer the master of policy but the slave of unforeseeable and uncontrollable events.'," Cog sighed. "And, like another man once said, Diplomacy is the art of saying 'Hold on, boy' while you find a rock." Cog moved a piece and set his chin in his hand. "You're pretty good. Let's see what you make of this."
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"interesting move " says e takes the jump wondering if there is anyway for Cog to turn this game around. " there are many things said about one including what one tutor once said to me. 'war is merely another stage in diplomacy' it really makes since to me but there are times when i can understand it."
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"Also like checkers, war is sometimes the choice between the lesser of two evils. War may be a stage of diplomacy, mayhap. An odd way to see it, to me. I would agree with the bard, 'And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice, Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth with carrion men, groaning for burial.' Cog whispers as he shakes his head. "War is hell: and well it should be. If it were not, surely, men would enjoy it entirely too much."
Cog moves a piece and waits for his opponent.
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"there is rarely a lesser of two evils in war as evil is entirely to subtitle to be fathomed with ease." e sighs as he makes his move " i remember Perry he hated evil and in the end he became evil it self to achieve his goals which have yet to be met last a checked." E looks at his empty cup. " you know one of the fascinating Parallels between chess and checkers is the Parallel been a war and a battle. (http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k89/e_voyager/DMFA/games/checkerboard14.png) (http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k89/e_voyager/DMFA/games/checkerboard14.png)
"In some cases, certainly. I shall rephrase - you get a choice of despairs." He said as he moved his piece. "It would not be entirely inaccurate to say that Chess is like a war and Checkers a battle. Unfortunately, no matter how many games of checkers you win, you might never win a game of chess...heh. It is like a war then, I suppose."
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E chuckles. How right you are. if you objective is not achieved then the war was for naught.
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"True, true. Wether 'tis for money or blood, a purposeless victory can be...empty." Cog smiles as he moves yet another piece.
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well played Cog. you used me as a shield and while i con have mealy blocked you in i would have lost position by doing so. E smiles and moves his piece as well. still i think that the different between checkers and chess is the that piece in checkers represent individual men while the piece in chess represent specialized units of soldiers.
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Karl: Hey barkeep...got any Burritos?
"This is also true. Chess is won with strategy and foresight...checkers, with tactics and cunning. I think you might be on to something." Cog said, moving yet another piece.
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thank you. though i should tell you i tend to wonder around a bit. E smile as he remembers how he got the title voyager aster the voyager space prove and the same probe in the star trek move
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"The breeze and sky are great encourager's of wanderlust. I can only imagine the desire to wander that is created by sailing the stars." Cog says as he moves a piece.
(http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j5/Cogidubnus/checkerboard18.png)
Indeed they are.
A open doorway
an endless road before me
it is time to go
(http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/43589136/)
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"I gather you are something of a robot, sir. You surprise me - I would not think a machine to be a poet....heh. Like a poet hidden, In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought: To sympathy with hopes and fears, it heeded not:." Cog moves a piece and wonders when he'll get his glass of moonshine.
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e chuckles then smiles. i've only been a robot these last 30 years or so. before that i was mere energy. a massive about of energy but still only energy. and before that i was flesh and blood. a creature that is almost mythical now.
e makes his move. in total i've been alive for a little more the 30billion years. around 50 thousand them awake of which less then 800 are in actually mortal shells that i can remember"
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"30 Billion years! Good God! Perhaps you are blessed that you do not remember a fraction of them. One would go mad." Cog said as he made his move "A mere 240 sits across from you, but of course, that can't be entirely blamed on me." Cog snickered.
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"Indeed i have several time " e moves. "the worst time was when i literary split into multiple entities" e shivved a bit still hunted by barely remembered flashes the war he waged again himself. "this last time wasn't to bad and i found out who i was around 15 years ago." e smiled as he looked at Cog's respond. " the key to surviving as an entire like my sled is to start over form time to time. ever the universe needs to once in a while i saw the last time but i doubt if i'll live long enough to see it happen again. not like Sigmugh in xanth." e's eyes glazed over in fond memory of his time with her. she was in every why his elder kind of like a big sister to show him the ropes of night eternal life.
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"I see what you mean. Truly, is there anything more refreshing than to become new again - to just start over? I think there is not.You have lived an incredible life, and I am honored to meet you." Cog says as he moves. "May you live another Billion. Of course, with 30 billion years of experience, you'd think you could beat me at checkers a little quicker." He laughs.
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e chuckes "as i said this is not my game and is is only a few thousd years old you know." e moves " You are in a bad way my new friend"
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"Oh? You will gain victory sir, only when I have no more options left to me. I have some room to squirm."
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less then you may thing. pleas consider your next move
E has already played out 8 scenarios in his head and knew that the way there it would be 2 moves before the jumps became devastating. but if Cog moved the wrong piece then the danger would be realized immediately.
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"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy." Cog says as he moves carefully.
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e nods on the the move. he had one more move before the nature of his disaster would break on him. on my next more i jump at least on piece
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Heh.
Has either of you considered this:
|--| |--| |--|ww|--|ww|
| |--|ww|--|ww|--|ww|--|
|--| |--|ww|--| |--|ww|
|bb|--|ww|--| |--|bb|--|
|--| |--|WK|--|bb|--|bb|
| |--| |--| |--|bb|--|
|--| |--| |--|bb|--| |
|WK|--|WK|--| |--| |--|
... slightly less verbose. But that's just me...
...*sips tea, and watches the game, snickering quietly to himself every so often, very very quietly soas not to disturb the players*
i did consider shrinking the size a bit more but that has the same problem as giving verbal directions. it is too easy to make mistakes and it does not lend it's self to the 64 square pattern. it is too easy to get confused while typing it.
"I do apologize if we're being distracting good sir. I promise that will stop, if ever I get that glass of white lightning." Cog says, tipping his hat.
"And, it would appear that you do have me in a bad way. One can only do ones best - what more is there?" Cog says, moving a piece dejectedly.
(http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j5/Cogidubnus/checkerboard24.png)
e smiled impressed by his opponent gracious manners. "you sir are a gentleman" e makes his move.
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Oh, no complaints. I was merely offering suggestions... Whilst trying to avoid offering suggestions about the gameplay, if you see my meaning.
Please, take no notice of me at all..
*goes back to drinking his tea, which has gone half-cold by now*
"I might have but once chance left..." Cog says, moving a single piece carefully. "Like I said, E, one must sometimes choose a lesser of two despairs."
(http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j5/Cogidubnus/checkerboard25.png)
if i were to take a sing just yes but at this point you have not the forces to force a break in my defence.
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he nods to the stranger. No harm done friend. if you wish we can reduce the size of the game to thumbnails when we are done.
Cog is silent and carefully moves one piece.
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E is like wise silent as he makes his move. he played this game as he played almost all games to the best of his ability with only request concessions but still her felt a little hollow. he knew 20 moves ago that this point was coming as he read his opponents strategy and play style he knew he would become aggressive toward the end of the game but also that but that time the he would have set up a barriers to prevent this ascension. this game was one of attrition and he had worn down his enemy even though he was his friend. e wondered if this last 30 years had truly incorporated the manner of a war machine into himself.
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Cog moves one piece, and leans back, light reflecting off of his shades. He watches E, interested in how he will react.
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E responds by moving his king.
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"It is indeed over. Well played." Cog says, beginning the end.
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e nods a little sadly. "i'm sorry it turned out this way. maybe i have been in this war machine a little to long"
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"War Machine?" Cog laughs as he makes his last move, "It's a game of checkers, sir. You have caused me no undue sadness at my loss. And, as a balm to my ego, I probably should not drink before I play games of skill." He smiles. "But, even if this was a war, and we the generals, you did nothing uncouth. You gave no quarter, and I asked for none. " Cog leans forward: "If you are a machine of War, then temper your prowess with compassion. But compassion, in war, is for after the battle's won or lost."
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E chuckles/ i may look humane but inhabit a copy of a war machine that was built to stop was was at that time the ultimate warmachine of it's time. there were both on bot armies that could stop entire robot armies but they had differing philosophies. i doubt if the true forte ever realized that he lost because the other war machine was built not for war but to be a human child original. e makes his move thanl you for he game.
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llearch waves his hand at the wait staff, next time she goes past, and asks politely
"Mind getting me a refill, please? This one is a little past it..."
"Thank you indeed for the stimulating game. Perhaps, we shall meet again?" Cog shakes his head, and moves back to the bar. "Now, to get a little un-stimulated. I've played an entire game of checkers, and no moonshine. Something is amiss."
E nods to Cog then stands and starts approaching the bar. "has the bar keep returned? i could use something a little stronger then water right now." e touches his belt and electricity plays over his body for a moment ans his armor become cloth and his body becomes flesh and blood. his mind remains unchanged but now he is receptive to strong drink despite his high regeneration that carried overt form his autorepair ability.
I know this is a lousey excuse, but I actually forgot I had this topic for a while.
Anyway via a plot hole name Perfection, everyone's orders appear by their feet after this post.
Wraith: He's been engrossed in several novels and arcing story lines.
hmm... *takes a bite of pizza and eats a few wings*
hey waka. who's turn was it?
Quote from: Snuggles on December 07, 2006, 06:27:18 PM
"so you have been holding out on me" seeing him hit one of each 20s "Alright my go then" steps up to the line and again fire one right after another. Hitting the tripple 15, tripple 10, and a 18.
(Kitsune 312 and Waka 285)
(Here we go)
I think it was your turn and what are we playing to again?
"thank you" sips his drink and is surprised to find and mix of everclear, mint and wolfs bane. "an excellent drink. i truly enjoy it" e sips his drips saving it's taste and effect.
we were playing darts. I have no idea how may rounds we were going to go with it, though.
*picks up the darts and throws all three at the same time, landing a 19, a 12, and a 20*
"Mmmm...burritos..."
his game finished he sees that Karl has returned. "hey Karl you vanished on me for a while there"
What i meant by that is what amount of points are we going to?
llearch leans over, and chips in a comment whilst picking up his drink off the floor.
"Usually the game is played 'first to 501', except that there's no overflow - you have to reach precisely 501, rather than 501 or more."
"Oh, and bartender - the table will do, next time. There's a good chap..."
Cog, finally united with his glass of moonshine, lifts it high and takes a good, long swallow...and another...and finally, slams the empty glass down on the counter. He smiles, removing his hat and glasses, and reveals his bright yellow eyes. He sets both them aside on the bar counter, and raises his hand as if to ask a question. Midway through, he frowns and his head slams face-first into the bar counter.
OOC: I imagine that tech level is irrelevent here. If so I'll probably pop in later, if there's no complaints. Lemme know. Bye. Need to stretch out my RP muscles =) having not done so in many years.
Quote from: The DXM on December 21, 2006, 04:19:53 PM
OOC: I imagine that tech level is irrelevent here. If so I'll probably pop in later, if there's no complaints. Lemme know. Bye. Need to stretch out my RP muscles =) having not done so in many years.
No problem, just be aware that I am so far behind the story (take a few weeks off for finals and see what happens), that I probably won't be catching up soon. That's why everyone has permission to have their Orders delivered Perfection style (ala instant teleportation) until I return. The faculty is on a massive smoke break during this time...
Wraith: Hehehehehehe.... *goes to burn down a village*
NOT THAT SMOKE BREAK! Hey come back here!
*goes to chase his alter ego down*
E finished his drink and ask for another. his mind is heavy with loss.
llearch sidles up to the bar, raises Cogidubnus' head, slides a soft pillow under it, and fades back to his seat with a new cuppa...
cup in hand E suddenly powers down almost freezing in position before his bodies natural safeguards kick in and he slumps into a sitting slouch. as he goes down he realizes that other E's are going down as well. something was wrong and it was time for a meeting.