~All Roads~ Tavern & Inn :: Grand Opening!

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[Cyberweasel89]

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[Cyberweasel89]

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends

Scruffy Scarecrow
Jack of All Trades
Eternal Wanderer
Demi-God of Sight

Yai Xanadu

A young man stood behind the bar counter of All Roads Tavern and Inn, polishing a glass. He certainly wasn't dressed like a bartender, though. And he definitely wasn't as young as he looked. Though he looked about nineteen or so, he was roughly one-hundred and eight years old. At least, that was how long ago he woke up in that flowery clearing in that forest with amnesia. He traveled a lot since then, going all over the world and gaining all kinds of skills to get by. But after finding out what he truly was, it was time to settle down. He'd worked in a lot of bars before, but now he had opened his own.

The owner and proprietor of All Roads Tavern and Inn seemed to invoke the vague image of a scarecrow, oddly scruffy. He had shaggy hair hanging down in spikes to the top of his neck, a ruddy gray color. Not only was he wearing a gray and beige baseball cap, but also a red bandana around his forehead. His hair hung down to cover his right eye, but his visible left eye was a golden yellow color. He was a little pale, and stood at a solid five foot nine. He had a lean build, but fairly toned and fit, a swimmer's body, which was obvious with his chest bared through his jacket. His brown casual jacket was left hanging open with no shirt underneath, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He had dirty gray sneakers that were probably once white on his feet, the laces removed and no socks on underneath, with faded blue denim skinny jeans with frayed holes in the knees adorning his legs. On his wrists were cloth bracers, black with a light blue stripe down the center. Around his neck were military dog tags, his name and rank inlaid upon them. Yai Xanadu, Private First Class, call sign 01080. A quiver of arrows was strapped to his back, but no bow was on his person, while three scratch-like scars ran across his left cheek.

He was dressed very casually for a bartender. Casual enough to make almost anyone feel overdressed. Far too casual for the owner and proprietor of a tavern. But it was his. He owned and ran it. It was All Roads Tavern and Inn. An odd name, but Yai explained it in a simple way. Sooner or later, one way or another, all roads led to here. Most wanderers were bound to stop by All Roads at some point in their life. Whether they stayed for a little while or their whole life, well... Even Yai Xanadu, the demi-god of sight, didn't know.

For now, though, he simply stood behind the bar and waited for his first customer since opening. He should be expecting one soon, actually. Until then, he would continue polishing this glass. The day had only just begun, and people were bound to want to stay here considering the heavy blizzard outside.

Location: Sleeping Forest - All Roads - Bar Area - Behind the Bar
Company: Jaime, Faust, Robin
Mood: Expectant
Thinking: "..."
Wearing: Faded gray sneakers with the laces removed and no socks; faded blue denim skinny jeans with holes in the knees; brown casual jacket left open with no shirt on underneath; military dog tags; cloth bracers; red bandana; gray and beige baseball cap; quiver of arrows strapped to his back

Like my father's come to pass
Seven years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends

Inventory

Tanuko's Current Form: Dish rag
Left Hand: [Tanuko]
Right Hand: [Bar Glass]
Pants Pocket - Right Front: [Keyring]
Pants Pocket - Left Front: [PDA]
Pants Pocket - Right Back: [Wallet]
Pants Pocket - Left Back: [Notepad]
Back: Quiver of arrows - 15 Count

Combat Stats

Injuries: None
Clothing Damage: None
Stamina: 90%
Fatigue: 5%

Time of Day

Mid-Morning

Quote:

[Cyberweasel89]

Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked
Money don't grow on trees
I got bills to pay
I got mouths to feed
And ain't nothing in this world for free

Aussie Sex Addict
Alcoholic Chain-Smoker
Scarred Amputee
Demi-God of Dimensions

Jaime Hammer

Well, they just opened, and no customers quite yet. They had to be patient. Unfortunately, despite having lived since the dawn of man, Jaime Hammer... was not a patient man.

What was he? Though he looked like a furless cross between a monkey and a cat, Jaime wasn't really anything. As the Gaian demi-god of dimensions, his appearance really mattered very little.

How did he get his full-body scars and lose his right arm and right eye? We don't talk about that. Seriously. Just... don't ask. Jaime wanted Yai to put up a sign saying "we don't talk about Jaime's scars," but his sworn brother just wouldn't have it. Bloody seppo.

At least Yai kept a huge stock of vegemite on hand. Yeah, even Jaime had to admit, that s**t was disgusting, but he couldn't get enough of it. Call it the Aussie in him.

For now, though, Jaime was content to enjoy a nice scotch on the rocks and a good cigarette. Millennia of life, and Jaime found pleasure in the simple things... Alcohol. Tobacco. Gambling. Sex. You know, all the good stuff. Even the Bubble Boy had a deck of cards, as they say.

Jaime was polyamorous and omnisexual. If it moved, he'd ******** it. Current harem count? Big, fat, zero. Not even a single bloody sheila even worked at All Roads so far. What he wouldn't give to cop a root. Hell, he'd go for just a gobby, or even a pash. He was a man, after all. He had sexual needs, sexual needs, and sexual needs. Even sexual needs!

With his prehensile tail swaying back and forth, Jaime brought his glass to his lips and took a sip. How'd he do that with a cigarette in his mouth? Experience and practice, my friend. Plus, Jaime was just that awesome, if he did say so himself. And it paid to be a chain-smoker and an alcoholic. And a gambling addict. And a sex addict. But those last two were another matter entirely.

Jaime had met Yai soon after the guy found out he was a demi-god. As Jaime was a much older and more experienced demi-god, he pretty much showed the seppo what it meant to be one. Immortality had its perks, so long as you avoided gettin' iced. Faust could supposedly revive the dead, but bottom line was it was limited to 'one raise per customer.' Christ!

While Yai was the demi-god of sight, Jaime was the demi-god of dimensions, and proud. Among other things, he could select up to five separate areas on Gaia Prime, one for each finger, to be his 'Dominion.' Basically, Jaime had almost total spatial control over each of his Dominions, able to change the location of anything not bolted down within them, and even between them. He even used one Dominion exclusively for storing all his crap, like the various magical weapons and armor he'd amassed over the millennia. His Dominion had benefits in small-unit combat, too. He could essentially change the location of incoming projectiles, or even swap one ally for another ally or even himself. Useful for replacing an injured ally with a much more capable one, a specialized one for a big, strong one to grabble with an incoming enemy of similar build..

Was All Roads one of his Dominions? Jaime figured that went without saying. Ya bloody drongo.

Location: Sleeping Forest - All Roads - Bar Area - One of the tables
Company: Yai, Faust, Robin
Mood: Annoyed
Thinking: "Bloody back of Bourke..."
Wearing: Gray belly tank top, gray sweat pants, nothing else

No I can't slow down
I can't hold back
Though you know I wish I could
No there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good

Inventory

Mouth: [Cigarette]
Left (Only) Hand: [Scotch on the Rocks]

Combat Stats

Injuries: None
Clothing Damage: None
Calories: 100%
Rage: 0%

Time of Day

Mid-Morning

Quote:

[Cyberweasel89]

For now you can stay,
Right here we will play,
Until somehow you can find,
A slightly different Frame of Mind
Right here in my arms,
Away from all harm,
You'll be safe from all the flares,
Although I know you don't care

Deaf Mute
Animated Bookworm
Four-Eyed Immortal
Sorcerer of Life

Izen Faust

Izen Faust sat to the side, in a comfy armchair by the fireplace, engrossed in his book. The noises, hustle, and bustle of All Roads' bar area didn't bother him. After all, he couldn't hear them.

Born deaf and mute, Faust was the grandson of Cordelia Faust, the fabled Sun Sorceress. That made him the fabled Sorcerer of Life. Though he looked quite young, he was actually over four hundred years old. Magic over life itself tended to make you age slowly. Funny how that worked.

Though all the current employees of All Roads had lived a very long time, Faust was the second-oldest at roughly 418 or so. Only Jaime was older, having existed since near the dawn of man on Gaia Prime, with Yai just below Faust at about 108, and Robin had a respectable 58 despite his youthful appearance.

Yes, Izen was pronounced like the Japanese name Aizen, which was partly why everyone called him by his surname, Faust, and he actually preferred it that way.

With his magic powers over life itself, Faust was All Roads' resident healer, able to heal wounds, restore stamina, relieve fatigue, mend bones, replenish lost blood, cure afllictions and ailments, remove scars (tough, but not too hard), and even regrow limbs and organs (difficult, but doable). One of Faust's ultimate spells of Life Sorcery was Animation, allowing him to turn any area into a field of flowers, vines, and trees to attack or imprison enemies, and at peak power, he could use Life Sorcerery's second ultimate spell, Resurrection, allowing him to revive the recently dead, within limits. It was generally, unless under extreme circumstances, limited to one resurrection per person, and only if the death was unnatural, and only if the deceased truly wanted to return to the realm of the living.

Faust's sorcery didn't come naturally. When his grandmother died and his potential activated, he had to train hard. It was only the post-mordem intervention of his grandmother through her flower hairpin that allowed him to defeat an evil wizard.

"Good... There is power in his eyes... Now he is at a point where I can die... and leave the rest to him..."

Faust shook the thought from his mind. Gulliver's Travels was far more entertaining than his sordid past in the form of memories. The story of a captain as he journeys to mystical lands, slowly losing his grip on his sanity. How he wished he could journey to mystical lands! Errr... wait... he did. Four hundred years of life gives you a lot of opportunities, after all.

With a subtle smile and a quick adjustment of his glasses, Faust turned the page.

Location: Sleeping Forest - All Roads - Bar Area - Armchair by the Fireplace
Company: Yai, Jaime, Robin
Mood: Introspective, engrossed
Thinking: "..."
Wearing: Medieval Garb

You can lift your head up to the sky,
Take a deeper breath and give it time,
You can walk the path among the lines,
With your shattered Frame of Mind
Instead you could always stay,
We can wait right here and play,
Until somehow you can find,
A slightly better Frame of Mind

Inventory

Hands: [Book - "Gulliver's Travels" by Jonathan Swift]
Left Boot: [Inn Master Key]
Right Boot: [Bag of Gold]

Combat Stats

Injuries: None
Clothing Damage: None
Magic Power: 100%
Seriousness: 0%

Time of Day

Mid-Morning

Quote:

[Cyberweasel89]

When the day has come
That I've lost my way around
And the seasons stop and hide beneath the ground
When the sky turns gray
And everything is screaming
I will reach inside
Just to find my heart is beating

I Am No One
Emotionless Masked Man
Soul Sniper
Half-Dead Philosopher

Robin Bloodworth

Ian Moone...

No... he wasn't Ian Moone anymore. He was Robin Bloodworth.

Robin stood in the corner, like always, silently gazing upon the bar area for signs of trouble. If someone stirred something up, he would act, but only then. Until then, he would stand in total silence, unmoving.

It reminded him, actually, of those traditional British soldiers. Especially since Robin was wearing almost entirely red and black, though his face was hidden by a gas mask he didn't need, red eyes gazing between it and his raven locks. He didn't even breathe, after all.

Yes, breathing, eating, sleeping, using the bathroom, sweating, crying, bleeding, making a sound, people feeling his presence, body heat, they were all things that hadn't happened to him in forty years. Back when he was an eighteen year old young man named Ian Moone. Back when he was boisterous and a braggart. Back when he accepted a dare to spend a week in the Dunwich Manor. And didn't come out for ten years...

The Dunwich Manor was an old, regal mansion in a location where no one could have possibly built it or lived in it. People who entered reported strange goings-on. Doors slamming open and closed on their own; mutilated corpses appearing in rooms, only to change position or vanish upon the room next being visited; an odd chanting in some unknown language heard just under the breath of the air in the room; a curiously bolted and padlocked door to the mysterious basement; and an odd presence felt at all times, like something was watching them in its sleep, unaware of their presence, but aware of their existence.

Ian Moone saw horrible things in those ten years within the Dunwich Manor. Even a dead god can dream... The things he experienced were so horrible, he was scared to death. Literally.

Ian Moone became a Half-Dead. Neither living, dead, or undead, Ian Moone emerged from the Dunwich Manor after ten years, barely aged. Now immortal and with great power, he suffered the side-effects of becoming a Half-Dead: He slowly began losing his emotions. After thirty years, his emotions completely left him, and he began going by the name Robin Bloodworth to distance himself from his past life. Though, it is said a Half-Dead can regain their emotions under specific circumstances, but... that remains to be seen to Robin Bloodworth.

For now, he would do his job: Guarding All Roads from danger. With his immense firepower strapped to his tall, lightly muscled form, he could handle it, and Yai, Jaime, and even Faust weren't at all powerless, either.

Location: Sleeping Forest - All Roads - Bar Area - Corner
Company: Yai, Jaime, Faust
Mood: Calm
Thinking: "..."
Wearing: Pictured

When the hour is nigh
And hopelessness is sinking in
And the wolves all cry
To fill the night with hollering
When your eyes are red
And emptiness is all you know
With the darkness fed
I will be your scarecrow

Inventory

Left Hip: [Serrated-Blade Spike-Knuckled Trench Knife with Sheath - Occam's Razor]
Right Hip: [Heckler & Koch MP5 Submachine Gun - Checkhov's Gun]
Back: [L115A3 AWM Sniper Rifle - The Orphaner]
Hoodie Pockets: Wallet, Keyring

Combat Stats

Injuries: None
Clothing Damage: None
Spirit: 100%
Emotions: 0%

Time of Day

Mid-Morning

Quote:

[amiante]

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Bare feet came to a halt, taking a moment for herself. Everything was covered in snow and there was more falling. There was a slight bliss in the massive open-air sound, hearing nothing more than the white that was coming down. She closed her eyes and otherwise kept that stone face. As abruptly as her break was taken, it ended and she pressed on. No discernible tracks could be seen on the path that sprawled out before her and she seemed to have left none of her own. Of course, the precipitation aided in this.

Soon enough an establishment would mark the end of the path and she would walk up to it without hesitation. Her movements were slow and very direct and confident, as if no second thoughts crossed her mind. She simply did as she pleased, choosing to figure out solutions to any consequences should they come, not thinking of even if they would.

She nudged the door open with her foot just enough to sleek in and promptly closing it behind herself. Padding inside, she aimed for the bar. Eyes on the prize, huh? Without taking hands from her pockets, she first would hoist herself onto a bar stool before graduating to the counter. From counter she dropped, making a b-line for the kitchen

A fairly tiny thing she was, standing 5'1'' and currently drowning in a massively over-sized parka. It was fit more for a masculine form, and her muscle wasn't enough to fill it out. It wasn't hers to begin with, but a token from a friend much taller than her. Much broader. The white fabric had obviously seen better days, sullied by the elements. Not something she minded, of course. The idea was that it served its main purpose of being a covering, for what was underneath was probably nothing more than a borrowed tee and panties.

Not one for clothing, she wore the bare minimum that the weather called for, and this was it. And that bulky layer of off-white and fur would probably be shed in due time.

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location: the woods -> all roads tavern x company: none