Lilith's Bosom Inn & Tavern: The Revival | Open, Walk-In

Well, that didn't last very long, now did it? Some changes have happened, so please check out the front page. Update on 03/01/2012

CHANGE! Tavern is back to normal...or close to it.	37.5%	[ 9 ]
Some minor rebuilding still working/pole barn is being removed.	8.3%	[ 2 ]
And quite a few new/old characters have returned.	33.3%	[ 8 ]
New Posts start on 13,349.	20.8%	[ 5 ]
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[Heartbreak Freedom]

Greg whom had made this place his home was saddend, He was the Tavern's Mage in need but now that the place was closing he wouldn't know where to go now. "Goodbye...my dear home..." Greg spoke in sadness and soon placed something on the table of the bar, He sighed and looked out the window into the night sky. Greg shook his head and soon walked out the door's of the tavern, He couldn't bare losing his home but knew there was no way of stopping the inevitable. "Goodbye everyone...that had already gone...it was fun being here with you all...purhaps we will rejoice one day..." With those words spoke he looked up and soon threw something on the ground and disappeared in a dark purple smoke.

The saddest song that would be played.

[-The Golden Flower-]

Shoria Graystone

The Ghost of Shoria

Mood: Calm I Health: Normal I Ki Level: Normal

-I know this is short of late, but I didn't realize the place was close until too late. So I'm just going to write a post.-

It was in the garden that Shoria had spent her last minutes of life. she had been angry, consumed by so much anger and pain that she had killed so many people. Maybe part of the blame could have been placed on Ailrya's feet, but then again Shoria hadn't blamed her for anything. She didn't blame her for anything now.

The garden was fading, just like everything was. She stood there on the ground and looked around as everything disappeared. Eyes closed, and then opened again. Shoria looked nothing like she had right before her death. She looked younger then she used to, more pure. Her white hair fell around her shoulders, wavy and lovely. Her slender form was covered in a white dress and she wore no shoes.

She placed a hand on the ground, and a flower grew. It was a simple red flower, beautiful. Then the woman vanished, leaving behind only the flower.

Her time was truly over after all.

Theme Song: N/A

[Bardsong]

Sirus walked through the dusty door in more than a little awe. It was almost as if he could here Tibby's ghost, laughing in some distant faltering memory. The times they shared, their friends, the conflict, the love... it had all come down to this... a lonely, decrepit building in the middle of nowhere.
"What happened?" he asked to silent stillness, and only the settling of an old bar answered him.
Falling to his knees in the dust, Sirus Grey wept.
A million images passed through his mind, and left him drained.
As he stepped out into the fading sunlight, he looked back one last time. He blew a kiss into the air, hoping somewhere, Tibby felt it.
Massive grey wings burst from his back, the pain so familiar it was almost unnoticeable. As the Wind Genesis opened above him, he left yet another home for the last time.

(Thanks to all of you whom I knew here, it was a blast. It breaks my heart knowing this place is gone. PM me if you wanna chat, I do get on occasionally. Cheers.)

[Nero Zenndoren]

_/ Why'd this place close yo?

[Miarr]

♦ The Revival ♦ ...what has changed.

It has been a year since Lilith's collapsed, literally and figuratively. The bones of the once great building has weathered the seasons with a bit of wear and tear, but the beams that had lasted centuries with the spirit of Marit inside, had managed to survive one more year without the powerful spirit, even though they lay collapsed on the ground.

But when something resided somewhere for so long, it was always hard to leave.

So the spirit, now trapped in the necklace of the demon Ailyra Tarron, petitioned her friend and keeper to allow her to return to what would always be her home and begin to rebuild it to its former greatness. But the demon had become accustomed to her new life and at first denied Marit her wish, refusing to go back herself. But after a while, she was worn down and agreed to let the spirit return, along with a trusted member of the demon's business empire to act as her liason between the demon's former home and herself. Sere would watch over the spirit, help the tavern rebuild and act as caretaker and manager once it was finished, whether people returned or not.

Sere agreed at once, more accustomed to the relative isolation that the tavern would bring than the bustling cities and towns she had followed Ailyra around for the last year. And so the rebuilding began.

The towns had recovered from the supernatural assault the year before, slowly coming out of their shells and prospering once more. The humans no longer cowered under the fear of attack, but blossomed once the supernatural community had scattered from the area, back to the main areas of Gaia. Who knows how they will react when Lilith's returns...

You come up to where Lilith's used to be and see chaos. Where the tavern once was, is now a construction zone. There is framing going up at a speedy rate and it is starting to form, but there are no builders or contractors to be seen. Once in a while you will see wood and supplies shift to where they need to be, bringing back the tavern to its former glory bit by bit. It's a long, delicate process.

Marit, the spirit that had resided within the tavern's walls for so long, is building.

So for now, all the past and present visitors get is a well insulated pole building with a rough laid wooden floor, heated with fireplaces scattered around. Tables, chairs and couches were salvaged from the wreckage, as well as the bar that will be the last piece returned to the tavern once it is finished. You can get simple food, alcohol or grab a bed roll to bed down in front of one of the fires if you need to get some rest.

[Miarr]

Sere would never really understand why she had chosen this god-forsaken assignment to repay her debt. She was a woman much more accustomed to warmer weather, salty breezes of Isle de Gambino, the arid harshness of the deserts south of Gaia's major cities. But here, it was cold wind, biting chill and a scattering of snow on the ground. With a rumble and a cough, the old rust-bucket of a truck she'd borrowed from the Tarron fleet died as soon as she put it into park. Fingers covered in thin silk gloves that would do nothing to shelter them from the cold clenched around the steering wheel as a single pale green eyes scanned the area, its twin covered by a length of silk. No one wanted to see the abomination that had replaced the damaged organ and she wouldn't submit them to that.

There was a pile of wood where the tavern had once been, the items well preserved haven lain there for almost a year through the weather and sun. Grunting softly, Sere Aciavatti thunked her forehead onto her hands and clenched her eyes shut. What the hell was she doing? Swinging her head back up, she clutched at the bag that she had uncerimoniously tossed onto the seat next to her and rummaged inside, pulling out a locket and glaring at it. Though it was certainly no fault of its own.

"Hope you're happy now, Marit," she whispered, "You got what you wanted, yes? Back to...to..." her hand swept to the windshield, "It's a pile of s**t." The locket merely warmed within her fist, a shimmer of comfort and understanding - but no regret. Never regret. With a groan and an ache of bones, the scarred and tattooed woman tossed open the truck's door and climbed out and stretched stiff muscles as she strode to the pile of once famed tavern. She resisted the urge to kick it, where she instead let the locket chain dangle from her fingers,

"You know Ailyra wants you to fail, yes?" She thought it not odd at all, that she was speaking to someone that no one else could see. But those that had been there in the tavern's hey day would know exactly how sentient the spirit of the tavern had been. And now she was back, "She doesn't think you can rebuild it. But she's willing to let you try." A sigh whistled between pursed lips and fluttered her bangs, "And I guess I'm hoping that it's a big fat failure too. Then I can be what I always wanted to be - a hermit." And work her forge - no one else around but here and the spirit.

But, we all know the saying about best laid plans...

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Three weeks. They'd been there three weeks, and what had once been Lilith's Bosom Inn & Tavern was going up slowly. It was structurally there and once in a while a ghostly hand would affix another piece of the tavern back to where it had once been, binding it all together. But it certainly wasn't in any shape to be living in, or run a potential business. The bartop had been salvaged from the rubble and placed inside a simple pole building. It had just the basics, couches, tables and chairs salvaged from the wreckage, a simple kitchen boarded off on one end. Not even she would make herself relieve herself outside, so restrooms had been installed in one corner behind rough walls, and fireplaces had been tossed at odd points in the room. People, if they came, would be able to get simple food, drink and if they needed, they could bed down in front of one of the fireplaces. It's all Sere could, and would, offer until the tavern was complete.

Take it or leave it.

So far, most had left it, leaving Sere to simply lounge in front of one of the fires, slowly flipping through the pages of a well worn book or work on her own project of building her forge and smithy at the edge of the woods. It kept her busy, but not even she would admit to herself that it was a bit...lonely. A suit of armor, one that would be familiar to those that had been in the area in the past, stood guard behind the bar. A few days after she and Marit had arrived, Rion had also and the woman just hadn't questioned it.

Sere's head hung over the edge of the arm chair, her legs splayed over the other with her head tilted back. One of the several lengths of cloth she used to cover her damaged eye was instead keeping her hair held back, but close enough to grab at a moment's notice of someone entering. But where scars surrounded the eye, it was not gone but...replaced. It was milky white with a silvery sheen, and seemed to read just as well as the 'normal' one. Everyone has secrets.
Especially those that tended to eventually call Lilith's home.

Unwrapping the swath of silk from around her hair, Sere sighed and affixed it back over her eye. She'd never asked what had been done to fix it after the fire and she was half afraid of the answer if she did. But she knew she had a debt - and Sere always paid her debts.

[The Carmine Rose]

Almalexia Elizabeth Sangria
'I'm too far from heaven'

James Sangria
'If your halos slipping down...'

There was one hell of a grapevine in the world of the supernatural. So it made sense that one of the larger families who had resided in Lilith's would hear about its reconstruction first. Of course, the mother didn't know about its reconstruction, when one of her daughter's heard about it the children conspired: Keeping it a secret and taking her there was an easy way of getting out of buying birthday presents (and lets face it, the matriarch of the family could either buy material possessions or get her husband, the patriarch, to do so)

But travelling from England to Gaia isn't easy when you're trying to keep a secret, so the eldest son, who had been tasked with showing the mother her early birthday present, had to resort to somewhat suspect means to keep her calm on their travels and, more importantly, oblivious. It was two figures then, out of the family of eight, that approached the ruins of their old home. Both were cloaked, keeping to the shadows despite the fact that the sun had set long ago. Pace of the footsteps quickened, that of the taller, more masculine figure silent, but the smaller, feminine figure's movements were slightly more languid, more puppeteered, like a sleepwalker. Then they reached the tent and spied a figure, a woman, but unfamiliar.

The man stood in front of the woman and lowered her hood, revealing finely crafted features, white skin with splashes of colour in the eyes and lips, set against a sheet of thick black curls. Her gaze was blank, her lips slightly slack. He lowered his own hood, his unkempt hair for once brushed and his thick stubble unusually tidy. His eyes fixated on hers, pulsated for a few moments, and suddenly the woman regained her composure. "Happy early birthday mum." the boy said with a soft English accent and a softer smile. He stepped out of her vision.

Her bright eyes rolled over the scene. Reconstruction. Familiarity. Her eyes lit up suddenly, animated with fervour. "Oh James..." she gushed, blinking rapidly to swipe away her tears. The man put his arm on her shoulder and led her over to the tent. He looked to the woman who had taken her seat with a smile.

"Hi, I'm James, this is Almalexia, I'm guessing your in charge here?" his tone was friendly as his long nailed fingers moved to unclasp his cloak, revealing loose but somewhat formal attire for him. But for the 16th century I'm sure that the loose fitting top would have been classed as casual, to be worn under stiff suits and such.

[Miarr]

Sere really shouldn't have been surprised. Each day that she woke and rolled off the couch that she had claimed as her own, she had expected to see someone, anyone storming in. Ailyra hadn't known who would eventually show, so she had tried to tell her as much about the most likely candidates that she could. The demon hadn't known if any of her sisters, the women that she claimed as family though there was no blood connection, would arrive, but she'd traced down their family trees in lesson after lesson as Sere had prepared to return Marit to the tavern. Well, lessons that had been more in the line of rants.

But a hell of a lot of good that had done Sere.

Swinging her legs from the couch at the first sound of the door opening, she stood as straight as a reed, as if challenging whoever came through. As the light washed over the pair, she flipped through her mental scrapbook to try to grasp at threads of information. Luckily, the man had saved her from searching much further.

The vampires. She had to try to fight to keep her nose from wrinkling in distaste. She happily cavorted with a demon, so she certainly could not be picky now, could she? A hand still covered by silken gloves rose to make sure the wrap was in place over her eye before she nodded, her good eye dancing from one to the other,

"Sere Acciavatti," she nodded again, a quick dip of her chin, and slipped across the rough hewn boards that made up the temporary floor. The place was a fire trap, she'd ranted to Rion. And certainly fire was not her friend,

"And yes, I'm here to act in Ailyra's stead as she is...otherwise occupied." No, she certainly wasn't going to mention that it would take several people to drag the demon kicking and screaming back. She was much more delicate than that. A smile tugged at her mouth, shifting scarred skin as she gestured to the bar, trying to hide her disappointment at the fact that her solitude was now gone and would probably never return, "I suppose it's my job to ask if you would like a drink?"

Her words were nearly cut off by the thunk of an armored hand on the top of the bar, and her eye narrowed at the metal monstrosity that had become her most constant companion, "Oh, alright. Yes, yes, you can do it." She had a fondness for the metal man...as metal was her medium of choice. She had had to restrain herself from running her hands over the finely crafted piece when he'd arrived. Though, she would never let him know that.

She turned back to the other two, her head tilted to the side, "None of us had any idea if anyone would come. But Marit wanted to return. So we did."

[The Carmine Rose]

Almalexia Elizabeth Sangria
'I'm too far from heaven'

James Sangria
'If your halos slipping down...'

"Nice to meet you Sere, shame Auntie Ai couldn't set it up herself bless..." James said with that same, soft, controlled smile which concealed his long fangs. His rather young looking mother, on the other hand, ran up to her best friend, the great metal lummox, and pouted, a soft scowl knotting her marble white brow. Why did she hate that thing? Nobody quite knew. She couldn't remember herself, it was odd for her to hate things that were obviously supernatural, I mean vampires, demons, ghosts and mermaids she could deal with, so why was it a lump of armour that incurred her wrath. Oh yeah, he had done her job for her, you know, when she was completely able to in between being pregnant, being hormonal and generally being a stroppy mare. It was no wonder why she was content to just sit at home and play queen of the castle all day now instead of looking for another job.

She turned to Sere at the mention of a drink, the scowl dissolving from her features instantly "I'd murder a hot chocolate." she said, despite the fact that it would be Rion serving the drinks. James shook his head instantly, whacking his palm to his forehead.

"Mum, you know you can't drink hot chocolate, it makes you sick, as does coffee, milkshake, chocolate, fruit, vegetables, bread and basically anything that has any kind of normal nutritonal value, bar water." he sighed, waving off the order. His mother pouted again like a little girl, un clipping her dark cloak to reveal a striking carmine ensemble, corset and billowing skirt. Typical vampire, but at least she could make low cut corsets look classy.

"It's the grapevine that got us here, my sister heard rumours on a recent trip, told me and the rest of my family, who have doubtless told everyone else if they haven't already heard. Plenty will turn up I assure you, though they might not stay I'm afraid"

((Ahhh, I'm tired, just say the pair wandered off to explore, I might find some time to RP tomorrow though :3 if not, Monday ))

[o-Smitten Kitten-o]

It was shocking that the Mallerys hadn't heard of this ages ago. They all lived in Gaia, the eldest son still owned properties in Carson! The matriarch owned a little bistro in Durem and was enjoying the single life for the first time in eight years. Her only daughter was raising her own children in a little cottage outside of Barton. Who the hell knew what Ryder had been up to in the past almost year. I suppose we'll find out soon..

A very familiar car sped it's way out of Carson, the too big man behind the wheel looking oh so very happy. His passenger was looking at pictures of his cell phone and shaking his head at the driver. "Dude, you love this car way too much, Jasper." Jasper snorted. "That's pretty big talk, Ryder. How did you react when I dismantled your bike?" Ryder snarled but didn't look up. Jasper frowned. "Wow, really? Usually that'd earn me a fist to the jaw, what are you looking at?" Ryder grinned and showed him. Jasper grinned. "Is that Raina!?" Ryder shook his head. "No, it's Raina naked." The men were still chuckling as Jasper pulled up to the pole building.

Their eyes were, of course, drawn to the wreckage of their former home, the place they'd both been born. Jasper ran a hand through his floppy hair. "No wonder Mum won't come within a mile of this place.." Ryder thumped him on the back and started for the pole building. "Ahh, don't worry, she'll be fine once the place is fully rebuilt." They headed inside, Jasper a little hesitantly. He had no idea who was running the place and he was a little worried it might be his ex behind the counter. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw an unfamiliar face. Ryder grinned and went up to Rion. "Metal man! I was wondering if she'd send you back here." He went behind the bar to grab himself a beer, old habits die hard and he was still too used to getting his own stuff. Jasper made his way to Sere and smiled, trying to flirt but his heart just wasn't in it. He put on a good show though, with that smooth English accent and that cocky little smirk. "Aren't you a pretty thing... I'm Jasper, that a*****e is Ryder." The hand and forearm that Jasper held out was heavily scarred still, though his face was flawless.

((s**t post is s**t, but I just wanted to get something out. Also, Miarr, I'm supposed to tell you that Raina's last name in Lil's is Brenner, not Kari.))

Jasper's outfit.
Ryder's outfit.

[Nero Zenndoren]

High in the Shrouded Mountains, Nero was getting his share of the pay for the defeat of the Emperor, and rejoicing the safety of Gaia. The cyborg was not exactly celebrating yet, he mourned the deaths of his comrade mercenaries and wasn't in the mood to spend his blood money. He said his goodbyes to the fellow surviving mercs that aided each other in the defeat of the tyrant demon Emperor. He wasn't much of the talking type when amongst people whom he retrieved scars with; almost as if the battles made speech superfluous. And so he boarded his giant mech, The White Glint, and made the trip to his hangar which laid in a desert south of Gaia's border.

The mech warmed up, activating each thruster in succession, then taking off in it's piloted route to the Hangar, where he would uplink SARA back to her home inside his supercomputer to keep her out of his half-mechanical cortex.

"Why do you do it...? It doesn't seem like you fight for the thrill anymore. You do it for something else." SARA relayed to Nero from inside his programming.

"Violence is a complicated concept. I'm a weapon, that's what I was made to do." Nero quipped almost as if he had the answer loaded up before she asked it. His remark was snide, too, and SARA could see past it.

"It's something more. You were born a human with choices. You're not like me. You don't rely on code to do your judging. You have morals just like every other human, no matter how much of a robot you pretend to be." She told him, technically being a slave of Nero's since her whole code was written by him, and also coming from his own programming.

The silver sheen on his eyes made it so his direction of vision was reflected, but his optics provided a two-hundred and three degree clear field of vision, giving him eyes on every statistic Glint's cockpit relayed, including the camera feeds from all around Glint's apparatus. He noticed something on his flight through Gaia, something that had changed from before. Lilith's Bosom was being rebuilt, but different in a way. Other than that, there was a new building next to it. "You see that? I'm going to check it out.... Glint!" He exclaimed, the direction heard by the mech, allowing Glint's A.I. to understand what he meant by just saying it's name. Glint veered downward, slowing it's speed from Mach 3 to a soft glide and eventually to a hover, whereby it landed a safe distance away from the Bar.

The head of White Glint opened horizontally to allow Nero to jump out, landing on the ground with a hard thud, craterizing his bootprints in the softish earth and spreading around what snow littered the ground. "Huh, that's new." He said to himself as he looked up the hill towards the newly built pole building.

No, Nero was no regular. He had merely been invited by a succubus of whom stole his heart and ripped it to shreds, but since her extinction, Nero stops by every now again if he's trying to forget, or if he is just plain bored. He made his way to the doors of the new building, slowly walking through the cold temperatures, some of his joints starting to steam due to the higher temperature of his half-organic body. He stopped at the doors; he was in no hurry, not since the battle with the Emperor still hung heavily in his heart and mind. Soon enough though, he did open the door, revealing himself to all, taking in the warmth of the residence, and remembering many wonderful and disastrous times. He closed the door behind him, maybe making eye contact with a person or two. He would smile at them just to be friendly, as this was a place with the potential of a good time, something that is taken for granted when not living the life of a doom-bringer. He made his way to a seat at the bar, not bringing too much attention to himself but making his presence known. He just noticed that he didn't even know what he wanted to drink; it had been so long since alcohol had even touched his lips.

[Banana Wafflez]

Nero Zenndoren

High in the Shrouded Mountains, Nero was getting his share of the pay for the defeat of the Emperor, and rejoicing the safety of Gaia. The cyborg was not exactly celebrating yet, he mourned the deaths of his comrade mercenaries and wasn't in the mood to spend his blood money. He said his goodbyes to the fellow surviving mercs that aided each other in the defeat of the tyrant demon Emperor. He wasn't much of the talking type when amongst people whom he retrieved scars with; almost as if the battles made speech superfluous. And so he boarded his giant mech, The White Glint, and made the trip to his hangar which laid in a desert south of Gaia's border.

The mech warmed up, activating each thruster in succession, then taking off in it's piloted route to the Hangar, where he would uplink SARA back to her home inside his supercomputer to keep her out of his half-mechanical cortex.

"Why do you do it...? It doesn't seem like you fight for the thrill anymore. You do it for something else." SARA relayed to Nero from inside his programming.

"Violence is a complicated concept. I'm a weapon, that's what I was made to do." Nero quipped almost as if he had the answer loaded up before she asked it. His remark was snide, too, and SARA could see past it.

"It's something more. You were born a human with choices. You're not like me. You don't rely on code to do your judging. You have morals just like every other human, no matter how much of a robot you pretend to be." She told him, technically being a slave of Nero's since her whole code was written by him, and also coming from his own programming.

The silver sheen on his eyes made it so his direction of vision was reflected, but his optics provided a two-hundred and three degree clear field of vision, giving him eyes on every statistic Glint's cockpit relayed, including the camera feeds from all around Glint's apparatus. He noticed something on his flight through Gaia, something that had changed from before. Lilith's Bosom was rebuilt, but different in a way. "You see that? I'm going to check it out.... Glint!" He exclaimed, the direction heard by the mech, allowing Glint's A.I. to understand what he meant by just saying it's name. Glint veered downward, slowing it's speed from Mach 3 to a soft glide and eventually to a hover, whereby it landed a safe distance away from the Bar.

The head of White Glint opened horizontally to allow Nero to jump out, landing on the ground with a hard thud, craterizing his bootprints in the softish earth and spreading around what snow littered the ground. "It's up and running again, I guess." He said to himself as he looked up the hill towards the bar.

No, Nero was no regular. He had merely been invited by a succubus of whom stole his heart and ripped it to shreds, but since her extinction, Nero stops by every now again if he's trying to forget, or if he is just plain bored. He made his way to the doors, slowly walking through the cold temperatures, some of his joints starting to steam due to the higher temperature of his half-organic body. He stopped at the doors; he was in no hurry, not since the battle with the Emperor still hung heavily in his heart and mind. Soon enough though, he did open the door, revealing himself to all, taking in the warmth of the residence, and remembering many wonderful and disastrous times. He closed the door behind him, maybe making eye contact with a person or two. He would smile at them just to be friendly, as this was a place with the potential of a good time, something that is taken for granted when not living the life of a doom-bringer. He made his way to a seat at the bar, not bringing too much attention to himself but making his presence known. He just noticed that he didn't even know what he wanted to drink; it had been so long since alcohol had even touched his lips.

((The building hasn't been rebuilt yet. It's in the process of being rebuilt. Right now we get a well insulated pole building as said here on the front page. Even the poll at the top of every page says that it's a pole building.))

[Nero Zenndoren]

Banana Wafflez

Nero Zenndoren

High in the Shrouded Mountains, Nero was getting his share of the pay for the defeat of the Emperor, and rejoicing the safety of Gaia. The cyborg was not exactly celebrating yet, he mourned the deaths of his comrade mercenaries and wasn't in the mood to spend his blood money. He said his goodbyes to the fellow surviving mercs that aided each other in the defeat of the tyrant demon Emperor. He wasn't much of the talking type when amongst people whom he retrieved scars with; almost as if the battles made speech superfluous. And so he boarded his giant mech, The White Glint, and made the trip to his hangar which laid in a desert south of Gaia's border.

The mech warmed up, activating each thruster in succession, then taking off in it's piloted route to the Hangar, where he would uplink SARA back to her home inside his supercomputer to keep her out of his half-mechanical cortex.

"Why do you do it...? It doesn't seem like you fight for the thrill anymore. You do it for something else." SARA relayed to Nero from inside his programming.

"Violence is a complicated concept. I'm a weapon, that's what I was made to do." Nero quipped almost as if he had the answer loaded up before she asked it. His remark was snide, too, and SARA could see past it.

"It's something more. You were born a human with choices. You're not like me. You don't rely on code to do your judging. You have morals just like every other human, no matter how much of a robot you pretend to be." She told him, technically being a slave of Nero's since her whole code was written by him, and also coming from his own programming.

The silver sheen on his eyes made it so his direction of vision was reflected, but his optics provided a two-hundred and three degree clear field of vision, giving him eyes on every statistic Glint's cockpit relayed, including the camera feeds from all around Glint's apparatus. He noticed something on his flight through Gaia, something that had changed from before. Lilith's Bosom was rebuilt, but different in a way. "You see that? I'm going to check it out.... Glint!" He exclaimed, the direction heard by the mech, allowing Glint's A.I. to understand what he meant by just saying it's name. Glint veered downward, slowing it's speed from Mach 3 to a soft glide and eventually to a hover, whereby it landed a safe distance away from the Bar.

The head of White Glint opened horizontally to allow Nero to jump out, landing on the ground with a hard thud, craterizing his bootprints in the softish earth and spreading around what snow littered the ground. "It's up and running again, I guess." He said to himself as he looked up the hill towards the bar.

No, Nero was no regular. He had merely been invited by a succubus of whom stole his heart and ripped it to shreds, but since her extinction, Nero stops by every now again if he's trying to forget, or if he is just plain bored. He made his way to the doors, slowly walking through the cold temperatures, some of his joints starting to steam due to the higher temperature of his half-organic body. He stopped at the doors; he was in no hurry, not since the battle with the Emperor still hung heavily in his heart and mind. Soon enough though, he did open the door, revealing himself to all, taking in the warmth of the residence, and remembering many wonderful and disastrous times. He closed the door behind him, maybe making eye contact with a person or two. He would smile at them just to be friendly, as this was a place with the potential of a good time, something that is taken for granted when not living the life of a doom-bringer. He made his way to a seat at the bar, not bringing too much attention to himself but making his presence known. He just noticed that he didn't even know what he wanted to drink; it had been so long since alcohol had even touched his lips.

((The building hasn't been rebuilt yet. It's in the process of being rebuilt. Right now we get a well insulated pole building as said here on the front page. Even the poll at the top of every page says that it's a pole building.))

( I read all of that already, and maybe I'm not using context clues correctly, it's just that I've never heard of a "pole" building before and if it is well insulated then it must be sealed off to keep the warmth in, meaning there are doors and walls and a roof, right?

EDIT: Oh wait, is this pole building just a separate building altogether? )

[o-Smitten Kitten-o]

((I think that was why Banana was pointing it out. Miarr's post even said that Lilith's proper was in the process of being rebuilt. Right now Lilith's is still collapsed.

Miarr's entry post

Three weeks. They'd been there three weeks, and what had once been Lilith's Bosom Inn & Tavern was going up slowly. It was structurally there and once in a while a ghostly hand would affix another piece of the tavern back to where it had once been, binding it all together. But it certainly wasn't in any shape to be living in, or run a potential business. The bartop had been salvaged from the rubble and placed inside a simple pole building. It had just the basics, couches, tables and chairs salvaged from the wreckage, a simple kitchen boarded off on one end. Not even she would make herself relieve herself outside, so restrooms had been installed in one corner behind rough walls, and fireplaces had been tossed at odd points in the room. People, if they came, would be able to get simple food, drink and if they needed, they could bed down in front of one of the fireplaces. It's all Sere could, and would, offer until the tavern was complete.

The first new post in the revival

You come up to where Lilith's used to be and see chaos. Where the tavern once was, is now a construction zone. There is framing going up at a speedy rate and it is starting to form, but there are no builders or contractors to be seen. Once in a while you will see wood and supplies shift to where they need to be, bringing back the tavern to its former glory bit by bit. It's a long, delicate process.

Marit, the spirit that had resided within the tavern's walls for so long, is building.

So for now, all the past and present visitors get is a well insulated pole building with a rough laid wooden floor, heated with fireplaces scattered around. Tables, chairs and couches were salvaged from the wreckage, as well as the bar that will be the last piece returned to the tavern once it is finished. You can get simple food, alcohol or grab a bed roll to bed down in front of one of the fires if you need to get some rest.

I'm not trying to be bitchy by pointing these out, I'm just trying to help. And don't worry, Banana had to explain to me what a pole building was, I'd never heard the term before. This is an example of a pole building. I don't know how close it is to Miarr's vision of what's there right now, but it should give a good idea of it.))

[Nero Zenndoren]

( I think it was the order I read everything in, I've got a minor case of dyslexia so some things just run together. But I threw in a couple things in my post to make it work, it's just not the best. At least you guys caught it and I'm not running around in another dimension right meow. >.<' )