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Eats quielty as he lays back, yawning as he lays back in his chair, pulling his coat up so his face his hidden as he rests back.
(Well, going to try to take a nap, so night or day all..don't know what to say, its like one on the afternoon) |
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He wakes up and looks around, yawning. He chuckles. "Guess I didn't miss anything." Says as he goes upstairs, grabbing his gunblade. He walks downstairs, jumping over the bar, putting one hand on it as he leaps over. He lands hard and smiles to himself under his coat. He undoes the coat, throwing it over the bar, so he just in his black undershirt and leather gloves.
As he sits there, he undoes the chamber, pulling the rounds out, setting them up in a line as he gets out some polish and little tools. |
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He starts unscrewing the top peice, he pulls it off, with a large peice of metal at the bottom. He examines this closely. "Hm..May need to get a new one, a couple more rounds and this will be cracked and shatter." He says as he sets it down. He takes out some clothes and begins to clean his blade, taking care on the actual blade part as he sits there.
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 Mariko stumbles into the door making a loud crash, looking desperately for someone to help her. "wa...ter..I need water..." She crawls on the floor for a few feet. her vision goes blurry and she passes the thin line into the dark void of unconciousness. |
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Sees her stumble in. As she passes out, he just jumps over the bar, at f irst thinking something was chasing her, so holding hsi gunblade in his hand. After she passes out, he sighs and sets it up on the bar near the rest of its parts and takes her up. He sets her in a chair and gets a small bowl cup of water, letting it slip slowly in her mouth so she drinks it and doesn't go down the wrong tube.
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She feels the cool, refreshing liquid trickle down her throat and finally comes to. She looks up weakly to her savior her vision still a bit blurry. "Th..thank you so much. I hate to be a burden, but I don't think I'm too weak to drink on my own yet." She sways her tail, trying to get the bloodflow back.
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He gives her another sip, taking his time with her. He sighs as he sits there, giving her sips in small periods of time, so she soon could do it on her own. He watches to make sure she doesn't joke as he holds her up in the chair. He closes his eyes and then opens them scanning the room a bit.
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Vanity sauntered into the building, her black wolf tail slowly swaying behind her in a lulled motion.
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She can feel the cool water flowing through her body. She can feel the strength returning with each drink she takes. "Thank you so much, I can manage on my own now." She takes the cup and drains the crystal clear liquid into her mouth. After she finishes, she puts the cup down and lets out a satisfied sigh. Her tail begins her sway more now, and her ears are now perked up. She looks around the room her eyes light up when she sees the orbs lighting the room. "This place...is gorgeous.....Oh my...I can't believe I've been so rude." She sits up and weakly offers her hand. "My name is Mariko..."
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"Nice to meet you, I am Altair." He doesn't offer his hands in returns, tugging the gloves up. "I would but the stink of gunpowder right now." He says as he walks over, going back behind the bar as he looks at the person who just entered. "How may I help you mame?" He says as he starts putting his weapon back together.
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Mariko felt a bit stupid as she sat there with her hand just dangling there. She decided to try to walk, as she wanted to explore a little more. She stood up, using her tail for balance, but quickly had to sit back down due to her still weak legs. She tried once more and was more successful. She limped over to the bar where the intriguing Altair was behind the bar. She sat down at the bar and watched as he was handling his amazing weapon. It was unlike anything she had seen before. "wow...Altair that weapon is fantastic...what is it?'
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He manages to get the top peice back on, screwing it on know with an allen wrench. As he finished, he held it down and started reloading the shells, doing two at a time. "Its called a Revolver, its a type of gunblade. The weapon doesn't shoot, but instead, the shells hit this solid metal peice, and create a recoil, as well as making the blade vibrate roughly, so it can cut deeper as well as push back." He says as he finishes loading the six rounds quickly, putting it up. He then puts the gunblade under the bar as he gets her another glass of water. "Here."
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"Thank you." She offers him a sweet smile, and happily accepts the water. She takes a drink, allowing the cool beverage to flow down her throat. She watches him intently as he cooly loads his revolver. Her tail begins to flick happily as she continues to watch Altair and drink her water. "I never would have thought to use bullets that way in a weapon. It really is genius."
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"Wish I could say its my idea, but it wasn't." He says as he digs out a bottle of whiskey from the back. "It is quite powerful, and takes a while to master. The weapons kicks roughly and has hurt me more then a few occasions." He says sipping from the bottle. He stands up and walks along the bar, opening a small cabinet looking at strange stones as he rubs them.
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Atani made his way through the still night and found himself at the doors of a large bar. He himself stood six foot two inches counting the height of his boots. His crimson hair hung around his boyish face. The tan complexion matching the blood red locks of hair. About his cloven ears hung a few golden rings. The rings golden hue paled in comparison to the golden horn that curled about his ear. Two smaller maroon horns curled around towards the back of his head. One would think this sounded cluttered, but they all fit nicely. He was dressed in princely attire and a long cape. His shirt was of a high collar and black with gold trim and accents. His pants and boots were also black and hung on his legs loosely. His cloak pinned to the side of his right shoulder with a small red gem and two swords hung at either side of his waist by a black belt. Concealed under his cloak was a black, forked tail with maroon spikes and underbelly. As well as a pair of black wings with maroon membranes. He was a beautiful creature and fit his princely stature well. What made his features stick out most of all was not his dragon like properties, but his golden eyes. The amber orbs seemed to sparkle with specks of gold and seemed very out of place on him. He looked to be of a dark breed. He opened the doors and walked into the bar and looked around. "well...hmm..."
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