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 Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2004 8:18 am
** Enter Bard **
*Bard fades in.*
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2004 8:40 am
((>.> <.< FWA! i r original! quick pop in/out))
~~Enter Torment~~
Slowly Torment flickers in with a cloud of purple dust seeming to fall away from behind him that falls to the ground and then disperses into the air. He seems to be in the middle of casting a spell of some sort, hands working feverishly as he mutters arcane syllables to himself. As he finishes, unknown that his spell has not been completing itself here, or that he has even arrived in the Brink, he yells out to some unseen person, likely one he was fighting, "Steal this!" He thrusts his hands forward as if to unleash his spell and blinks out midthrust.
~~Exit Torment~~
((^_^ I said it'd only be a quickie))
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2004 9:01 am
**Enter Maggie**
*flickers in, crouched down and motioning with her hands as though explaining something* Now, Will, I'm certain ye - *blinks* Oh. *sighs slightly, standing up* Well, 'twill have te wait.
*glances around to see who else is there*
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2004 9:08 am
*Bard watches Torment with an arched eyebrow. When Torment at last fades, Bard walks over to the bar*
Yes... well... that calls for a drink.
Ah, Maggie! Hello!
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2004 9:26 am
*spotting Bard over by the bar, she walks over to greet him, smiling pleasantly* Good day te ye, Bard.
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2004 9:32 am
*Bard considers his choices and selects a can of coca-cola*
Has anyone introduced you to the modern vice of soda?
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2004 9:33 am
Soda? *shakes her head* What is it?
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2004 9:44 am
*Bard grabs another can and walks over to Maggie*
Sodapop. Soda. Pop. Coke. We call it by many names. What it is ....
*he hands her a can*
It's sweet. And it bites a bit.
*he holds up his can and pops the top. Then he takes a sip*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2004 9:50 am
*takes the can, mimicking his gesture to open it*
*lifts it to her lips to take a cautious sip, blinking in surprise at her first taste of it* Heavens, that is sweet! And it's . . . bubbling? *eyes the can uncertainly, not at all sure what to make of it*
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2004 10:00 am
Ah yes, it does. We call it carbonation. It's probably strange for you, but it's very popular in my time.
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2004 10:07 am
Carbonation? How odd. . . *shakes her head in puzzlement, but then laughs* Well, but then, I daresay so much has changed between my time and yours, most things from the future are bound te seem strange te me.
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2004 1:41 pm
A man in a newer set of clothes like Malazar's fades into the Brink. He has ebony colored hair and a high strung, almost pointed facial struture. Despite looking extremely tired and haggard the man is very young.
"...nd if ye dun wan me to rip yoor... oh blood sodding 'ell, wat ah time ta be fadin in ere."
The man's speech is heavily accented with an Irish drawl.
"Dawm."
With a growl he stalks over to the bar and grabs a bottle of the strongest liquor in plain sight. The man promptly begins to take draws directly from the bottle.
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2004 6:06 pm
:::Cora appears at the bar, she fades in, sitting with her knees folded to her chest, her head burried in them. She's not wearing anything, except for her bed sheets...it seems that a moment ago she was crying. When she lifts up her head, she sees where she is:::
:::Cora is utterly unashamed that she's almost naked. In a world like hers, where physical attraction doesn't exist, the human body is nothing but a vessel. She had no reason to be embarassed. She simply wrapped the sheets around herself in a comfortable fashion and turned around. She saw a stranger at the bar:::
:::His back was turned to her, there was something particularly familiar. She rubbed her eyes, and cleared her throat:::
Hail Citizen. I am first rank Officer Cora Serenis from the house of El. Please state your name and status.
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2004 6:24 pm
"Waht? Cora?"
The man whirls around to face Cora, booze still in hand. His mouth is open as if he's about to speak but whatever he was going to say comes up as a choking gasp. The man blushes furiously and turn his back on Cora.
"Christ lassy, ye've faded in ere witoot ah stitch oh cloathin! Ye awlrite?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2004 7:10 pm
:::She glared at him a moment, he spoke her name so familiarly:::
I do know you... :::She studdied the clothes...and the smell of alcohol, and it dawned on her:::
M...Malazar!! What has happened to you! You do not look or sound like yourself! ::She then looked down at herself, remarking about his observation::: and yes....the Brink picked me up during my sleeping hours... you are ashamed?
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