Bloodbath Bar, Incorporated.

[3N19MA]

Shigekuni Genryusai

[ Trying to work on an Ixen post]

< Post the s**t out of that post! >

[count_zantara]

Bloodbath Bar Inc.

Zantara would feel the soft tapping of a foot, as if there was a moment of impaitence emitting form his 'goddess'.

Zantra then, in the privacy of his own home, was given a hint. The altar in his room was not for such things as prayers. It altar there served as the entrance for more private offerings to her, and not the place for devotions or for beckoning for aid.

The Maiden had a role here in the Bloodbath, as she always did. She was the goddess of a tavern, and there was a more universal altar that all beings came with their offerings and devotions. How hard was it to do what he had always done before? He did not need such a large change in his methods simply because he acknowledged her as the embodiment of the concept.

The solution was far simpler.

Looking up as his Goddess spoke to him, Zantara first had a look of sheer disbelief followed quickly by a eyeroll that would move mountains. Looking down as his broken hand, the damaged ribs, his scarred lungs.... and she expected him to tend Bar before she'd grant him his due.

"You know... Tiamat would have just been happy with my prayers and the blood. Why can't anyone ever do things like they should? Damn new uppity Goddess's...."

Muttering more expletives as he came to his feet and began to bandage up his wounds and finally put on some clothes, two things would become exceedingly obvious.

One:Zantara was very much Old School when it came to the God/Cleric relationship. You prayed, they answered. You requested, they gave what they wanted according to how much you had done for them recently and how good you were at convincing them you really really needed that high level spell that would Mind Crush the hell out of someone when all you had planed was to go out for some drinks with the Boys and didn't want to pay your bar tab at the end of the night.

And Two: He was being playful in his anger.

In all truth it was an obvious idea now that she put it before him. A Goddess of Taverns, offers gifts to those who tend taverns. It should have came to him sooner but he wasn't all here right now.

Looking up as the Trinity/Maria/Lucid/Heita/Maiden situation came to more and more of a head and he felt the call, Zantara sighed softly as he put on the pair of hand axes on his hips and the bandoleer of shotgun shells over his shoulder. Tucking his Holy Weapon into the back holster, he made his way to the stairs, heading upwards into the light.

[Jiroo Branford]

Ariel Satanis

Sadly for Jiroo the mind of the little critter was like that of a ferret. The eyeless creature could see the being that was holding him up essentially scruffing him. Shaking and thrashing its body a moment. What the Avalin would feel from the little critter would be described as a manic bit of jibberish,

Hi Mr. Man! My name is Ralph where is my momma I'm hungry and BORED! I wanted to come play but she is asleep downstairs like that sleeeping beauty lady oooooooo you look like one of those prince guys go kiss her! KISS HER Kiss the pretty lady that is my mommy no no NOEs Kiss me DAMNIT! The little spaghetti armed critter would grab Jiroo's arm and comence licking with a passion. For a few seconds before OOO shiney! The eyeless creature that was a rather odd bundle of chaos belonged to Ariel and was one of her mad lab lands.

As with the jumbled bit of insane emotions, Jiroo had a few emotions of his own in reaction.

Aww, it's so cuuute.
Eww eww, it's licking me! Burn it!
Ugh, just roast it on fire and be done with it.
No, no don't burn it. It would likely stink and Ariel would get upset...
Annnd now it's distracted. Ok, time to put it home.

Jiroo simply rolled his eyes and maintained his grip on the thing, walking slowly back towards the Catacombs where it was likely that the door to Ariel's place was still open. After all, the little critter didn't seem to have the attention span to remember to close doors he opened. Jiroo's grip seemed quite resistant to physical efforts to remove it, as it should be. A magiclly-influenced and hardened body was more like a force of raw willpower than that of breakable flesh and bone.

The Avalin would chuckle to himself a bit as he checked to see if his assumption was correct about the door, if so, he would help himself in.

[Shigekuni Genryusai]

Lian Feaorne

[This post was pretty crappy and I apologize.. my mind just isn't with Ixen right now.]

Ixen was quickly growing bored of just sitting with his pet in the main area of the bar, as she sprawled across his lap much like a lazy cat he glanced down at her for a moment before turning his gaze away. an exhale of breath would be taken, a seething mass of crimson mist pouring from betwixt his razor maw. the fog like mist would float down, flowing over the woman and allowing her to feel the heat of the mist before it dissipated nearly as quick as it came into being. swirling chaotic eyes darted from place to place, feeling the influx of chaos around the bar and drinking it in. he seemed calmer now than before, the insanity truly under control for the given moment.

His eyes darted back to Willow as she eased off of his lap and returned to a sitting position on his leg, he could feel the difference in her attitude, just by simple posturing and by the stiffness in her body. he had struck a chord by bringing up what she didn't wish to speak of. any other time it would have entertained him, but the dragon god found himself growing restless at the moment simply sitting in one place. other things were moving, events were unfolding and he wanted to bear witness to it all.

"You seem to recall more than you'd like to tell.. but I shall not pry.. for now Lincesa..."

He hissed the name he had given her, pet, a title of what she meant to him in the greater scheme of things. in time she might prove more than a simple lapdog, but time would be the true teller of such things. a low rumbling growl escaped from his chest as the male leaned back, pondering and allowing a single clawed appendage to fall to the arm of his throne. talons would click softly and repeatedly on the golden surface, rapping as he lost himself in his own mind for the moment.

[Ariel Satanis]

(( awe that was adorable have to go will write back soon))

[Vicious Trinity]

Lucid Setto

Colonel Iyam A Heita

<Like a flickering light, Trinity's flame powers and armor disappeared quickly. All that power, all that malice, all gone from her hands as she felt the power be stripped of her in one go. As if one's clothes had been torn from them, the Red Assassin suddenly felt such a thing happen to her, naked of the embodiment of power she had previously just held. She stared at her hand, which was was momentarily covered in the flames of hell, and suddenly snuffed out of existence by the intruding power she felt from having been in this place since her arrival. Confusion and anger mixed around until only more anger stacked onto her already raging state. Then her body was suddenly locked up. All too familiar was she of these kinds of powers. The paralysis only acted to invigorate the inner fire.>

<That bar woman. Now it all made sense. Trinity had a funny feeling that her and this bar were related in some way. The atmosphere just screamed a territory that expanded throughout the entire interior of this building. So she did this. The power of the bar now had a figure Trinity could physically visualize. Then the tell tale sign of an attack coming her way made her reflexes go off the charts, and yet her body could not move to stop it. The resounding smack echoed from atop the balcony. Blue blood quickly pooled in the struck cheek. For a human, there would have been a red mark. For Trinity, it was a blue one instead.>

<Everything within her stopped as her focus came upon the bar maiden as she spoke her retort. Ah, so that was the reason she chose to do this. A sound gesture. Trinity acknowledged it as a mutual feeling. She understood. The woman hated Kalar as much as she did. Another victim it must have been. The bar maiden had her condolences. The look on her face softened. Her emotions stilled. A smile came to her face. An honest smile.>

"You are right. Kalar could not possibly have anything to do with your actions."

<The runes burned along her arms underneath her armor, using more of her own power to free herself from the dimensional binds that this thing was enforcing onto her, and yet them failing due to Maria's own incompetence. Trinity enjoyed being in people's territories. It allowed her to exercise many kinds of tactics. The bar's dimension may have been well fortified to fight many high level foes, but Trinity was not a woman you can put on the same scale of competence as others.>

"...you should consider this your duty to the Oni-No-Ashita to destroy this abomination..."

<And then Setto said those words. It was like removing an old sword from one's storage, tempering it, and refreshing it into a new tool of battle. The days of the Oni flushed through her mind as her body became more energized by the one single command.>

<The other words from Maria were heard...>

"Trinity... enough... please..."

"That is not the woman I fell for. If you succumb to some beast that does not know danger, then remain weak, Maria."

<Brute force was not the way to go here. Trinity was a reckless woman, but she was still very tactical. Maria depended on her godly powers. If this thing was meant to fight those of such a level, then it only meant Trinity will just have to use smarter means to show this thing that it did not have any control over her. It caused a welling in her heart, however because it meant she was going to have to not use Maria runes, but instead something else more natural.>

<The crossroads. Trinity had two objectives. She wanted to insult the bar, perhaps put fear into her. And she wanted to get Setto to safety. If indeed this building was a living prison, then it was her duty to pull off something unexpected now in order to take advantage in this moment of ignorance. Although the bar maiden was powerful, it was not impossible to stop. Even it was considered a god. And Trinity was a godslayer.>

<Her hair turned a lighter hue as she pooled the power of her soul. Pain wrecked through her spirit as she felt the wounds of the hellfire that marked it, but she endured it for the sake of this single moment. Shattering the paralysis was mostly a matter of using her own spiritual power, acting on space to morph the dimension around her immediate area, if only briefly. She extended her hand out toward Setto and his friend Heita. Her eyes looked to Maria, reassuring her that she would be safe. And like a blip off the map, she would teleport herself, Setto, and Heita out of the building's dimension completely. This would cause her to lose most of her energy upon arrival to their destination, but it was better than being inside a beast that had the power to stump out her powers so easily. Her mistake was letting herself into that den to begin with.>

<One thing was for sure: she would be back for vengeance. Let the fear of Vicious Trinity, the Red Assassin be instilled.>

Destination

[Bloodbath Bar Inc.]

count_zantara

On his way up on the Lapis bar table grabbing his immediate attention.



And they all just happen to be whisky flavored.

[Bloodbath Bar Inc.]

(( And of course Trinity flees to preserve her pride. Though her words to Maria will be ones that bite in in the a** in the future.))

[Vicious Trinity]

((This is perhaps the first time Trinity has ran from anything. Her pride is preserved/hurt two fold. And yes, I expected that of Maria. Will make for interesting rp.))

[count_zantara]

Stopping for a moment at the Lapis Bar, Zantara looked down at the offered healing vials with a bit of contempt. If it was that easy to kick start his own speed healing, he would have asked for them in the first place.

Sometimes, it really didn't pay to be as secretive about how the hell his body worked, it seemed.

Bowing his head at the offered substance, Zantara took up three of them and put them in his pouch on his belt. Downing the other three in quick succession, he began to head for the location of his Goddess' call, humming quietly to himself as they did what they could to his body while he pulled the shotgun off his shoulder and began to fill it with Icy Burst rounds.

It was a blast of fresh flavor.... that blew you bloody head off.

Ah, damn that was a horrible pun.

Coming closer, he stopped as the teleportation began to take effect on Trinity and Company. raising a single silvery eyebrow, the old Cleric pondered if the Bar was actually going to let her go or just make a feedback loop so that'd appear right where she was previously standing, but a few hours earlier or later.

For a moment, the Count also pondered this.

If two Trinities met, would they try to kill each other???

Damn it, now he had the theme to the Highlander playing in his skull with Trin as Duncan McCloud.

"There Can Be Only One.....

[3N19MA]

Vicious Trinity

((This is perhaps the first time Trinity has ran from anything. Her pride is preserved/hurt two fold. And yes, I expected that of Maria. Will make for interesting rp.))

< -Trinity Fan Sign.- >

[Vicious Trinity]

count_zantara

If two Trinities met, would they try to kill each other???

((Likely team up. Two Trinitys in this world is asking for trouble. Plus that whole "you're your worst enemy" thing.))

[Bloodbath Bar Inc.]

count_zantara

Stopping for a moment at the Lapis Bar, Zantara looked down at the offered healing vials with a bit of contempt. If it was that easy to kick start his own speed healing, he would have asked for them in the first place.

As he downed the vials, he felt his body shift somewhat dramatically, as if the flesh and bone of his body had suddenly been gripped on the micro level by some other force, rather than his own power.

It was not a typical healing vial. But rather a liquefied version of the first owner's shift of weakness trait. Use to mend the raw matter of an individual's person to the 'rightened' state of what it was. Though Zantara might have been in for a bit of the shock. The cells and organs from which it reconstructed did so of a younger state of himself, back when his body was in its prime.

If Zantara was still missing a leg, he would instantly feel a tightening sensation against his peg leg. It may be a good idea to take it off.

[3N19MA]

XXXXXXXXXXK i r e S h i r o m e

Kire the white-haired man with red eyes dressed in an over-sized, high-collared coat wrapped with three leather straps. He wears a white robe and his hair was shoulder-length, and tied as a ponytail. He is seen wearing a beige robe with red undergarments, and his hair's length has reached to his hips. His face, and arms are wrapped up in white cloth much like bandages. Upon his back is a large gunbai As the slender male makes his way inside those deep red eyes looking around for the colors of aura, the life forces dance around many he knew from a simple sense of things. Upon Kire's return a heavy pressure filled the land, and around and within the building of his heavy demonic like pressure. He wore the clothing normally he'd never been seen in. However, from this type of appearance, the heavy thick aura much like walking through smog, and sludge. This was the real body not some make shift.

[Ariel Satanis]

Holds up lighter to queen randomly in her travels))