There's a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely killers pass the time away
And talk about their homes
And there's a succubus in this harbor town
And she works layin' whiskey down
They say "Kisan, fetch another round"
She serves them whiskey and wine
The sailors say "Kisan, you're a fine girl"you're a evil girl "What a good wife you would be"such a evil girl "Yeah your eyes could steal a assassin from the game" dooda-dit-dooda, dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit
Kisan wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the North of Spain
A locket that bears the heart
Of the man that Kisan loves
He came on a summer's day
Bringin' gifts from far away
But he made it clear he couldn't stay
No harbor was his home
The killer Kalar said " Kisan, you're a fine girl" you're a evil girl "What a good wife you would be"such a evil girl "But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea" dooda-dit-dooda, dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit
Yeah, Kisan used to watch his eyes
When he told his Assassin stories
She could feel the bloody foam rise
She saw its ragin' glory
But he had always told the truth, lord, he was an honest man
And Kisan does her best to understand dooda-dit-dooda, dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
At night when the bars close down
Kisan walks through a silent town
And loves a man who's not around
She still can hear him say
She hears him say " Kisan, you're a fine girl"you're a evil girl "What a good wife you would be"such a evil girl "But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea" dooda-dit-dooda, dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit "Kisan, you're a fine girl"you're a evil girl
"What a good wife you would be" such a evil girl "But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"
Now, some of you may be asking, "Whats the difference between this post and your avi art post on the first page?" Well, not only is the first filled with images from about two years ago, but it is also my personal take on some of the many Bloodbath Patrons of old. The tipical "Avi Art Request" rules were pretty much null and void considering I drew most of those for shits and gigles and didn't really bother to ask "So what does your character look like?" Times have changed and so have characters, so this will be the newer, more updated, version containing completed AARs (Avi Art Requests) from the many patrons of the new Bloodbath Bar.
Now, one major issue plauging my rise to AAR power is that my computer, for whatever reason, is not recognizing my scanner theirfor doesn't notice I have the dam thing plugged in! gonk In any case this issue will have to be resolved before I can start taking orders so for now, I won't bother posting the application, rules, and prices. Since I don't do color images...or rather can't cause paint sucks, my prices will be extremly cheap. Anyway, more to update when I have...more to udpate.
Walking slowly out of the darkness like a spectre from some cheesy horror movie, the Count was decked out in his purest white tux, every inch of it sparkling with the silver inlaid. As he got closer and closer to the Bloodbath, he looked up at the building a sly grin on his face. Swaying slightly back and forth, he stared at the building the entire way through the eyes of his silver mask. For this grand opening, Zan had removed every weapon on himself and left all the magic at home. For if a battle began, he knew that he could call apon what he needed.. but he just hoped that something wouldn't ruin the grandopening in such a way.
Stopping at the doorway, he reached down with his bare right hand and took the handle in his grip. Turning it , he slowly began to open the door. Walking into it, he smiled and looked around at the radiant beauty of the place. Closing the door behind him, he headed for the bar to begin his very first shift as the cook in the new establishment. With the black steel toed boots tapping against the oak flooring, he listened to the quietness and just enjoyed everything. Heading down the second set of astairs, he turned once he reached the bottom of them and headed for the kitchen moving around the tables like it was nothing to him.
Pulling a small black CD player from under his cloak, he set it down on the kitchen counter and began to move the spices around on the spice rack to how he wanted them, as well as checking the lauder and freezer to be sure that everything was as it should be...which meant fully stocked. Moving back out to the main area of the kitchen, a small smile crossed his face as he waited patiently, leaning against the doorjam. Pulling a small black steel coin from the pocket of his tux, he began to let it roll first one way then the other across the knuckles of his right hand.
Watching the quietness of the entire building, he just smiled beneight the back mist which hid his face, the purple mist excaping from the ports on each side of his mask. Feeling his pearly white hair begin to stir, he reached up with his left hand and patted it down, stifling the souls that resided in such. He knew they missed their companions that were placed in the armor.. but Zan had left them away for a good reason. There were a few souls in that armor which would do better to be hidden for a bit while longer.
((*does his little party dance* First non bar-related post goes to the Zantara!!!))
The door to Kalar's office opened as he stepped in. Walking behind the bar he opened up a dusty circuit breaker in which he make sure some of the outside lights were on. A small light, showing the Blood-tear Circle, the symbol that was well known throughout Gaia itself to be the international symbol for bloodbath, quietly illuminated outside the bar, signifying it to be open for the first time in a few years.
Dusting off his gloves with a soft pat, He assume a small stance behind the table, waiting for new and old customers alike to come in. There would be no special decorations for the first few hours of opening, just a quiet remembrance and feeling of nostalgic glee.
The ghosts of the past would awaken, and the party would begin on it's own speed.
(Boo Ya mutha ********... >.> that was random of me... )
The deep serpentine slither of scales scraping across walls grinded quietly in the distance as if something were to come near. That sound was quickly accompained by a low tempered hiss, not one of anger yet one of joy. A figure of shadow, standing at five foot two embraced its first steps along the pathway to the building. The directions had been clearly written in blood on a piece of tear away parchment with gold embroidery along its outter tattered ridges. Stuffing the worn and yellowed piece of paper into a leathery pocket the figure paused and looked around, taking in all of its surroundings. The figure licked its lips and softly laughed before reaching a taloned hand to its head and stroked back its bangs. Stepping into the moonlight, the figure was now bathed in lilly white light that glowed around her. She needed not to rap upon the doors of the establishment, only enter and discard her weaponry into a portal, for there was simply no entering, unsafe or otherwise without. So said the very parchment that was now roughly folded in two, cast away in her pocket, safe from prying eyes.
Wearing tight leather pants, a thick bolted belt and a PVC top that clung to her figure as well as nothing on her feet she softly padded her way in, foot falls barely heard amongst those with hearing, hightened or not. Licking her ruby lips the moon light fell off from her lithe form as she stepped into the embracing doorway of the building. Running her hand away from her hair she reached out, softly touching the door with a warm yet hesitant touch then smiling. An all too familiar presence was felt within her being though she put that feeling aside and entered the facility.
( time for bed...
edit: ******** it im not tired yet. Imma play for abit)
Stareing at Kalars back as Zan stood leaning against the doorway, he just smiled and said "It looks good Kalar...very nice all in all." His voice was deep and hollow like always from behind the mask he wore on a constant basis. Still rolling the small coin over his knuckles back and forth, he stared down at it for a moment wondering absentmindedly how he landed such as plush job first thing off the bat.
Still with his other hand brushing his hair back and back again, he slowly pushed off of the doorjam and turned heading back into the kitchen. Perhaps it was time to start those cinnomon balls that he'd made a few months ago for the Oni. Sensing the woman enter the bar, he left it up to Kalar to welcome her... he was just a chef you know.
Kalar would assume a place behind the Bar, just to quietly introduce the lady to the Bar as she entered. He knew her, and the sight of warm company would bring a smile to his place.
He gave an acknowledging nod to Zan, who was hired cook, but had yet to be put on the roster due to time constraints. Smiling he gave him a nod and gently said. "You'll be responsible to adding to the food listing, you know" a chuckle would result afterwards. "You'd think I wouldn't make you work, you're wrong."
Kalar then waited for the door to open and the woman to arrive. He would quietly peer his head over the bar counter to she could see his face through the gap in balcony as she walked in.
Vei Vigrith enters the bar after a happily gripping the handle to the entrance. The doors swings open only to reveal a bright glowing blue eye and tear like runes beneath them. An ear to ear smile plastered to his face as the door closes behind hind. His tail nice and shinny, wrapped around his waist while his headwings held together and back at the stalks by three Oynox Braclets. His black sleeve-less shirt and mulitple useless zippers glimmer as do the ones on his blackend pants. His boots nice and shinned for the occasion and a huge Ciggare (sp?) in his mouth that reads It's a BAR!!