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 Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 5:52 pm
The witchling smiled in a pearly teeth phase. "Sure, dear. What are you doing around right now, Viiy?" Alice said in a happy frenzy. She tucked in her hat upon her small head and popped out a small rag doll, looking a lot like the Vii girl. "I hope you don't mind my little gifts." The dolls feet were woven around the witch's fingers, twirling in a circular motion. She started to snicker under her lips, licking them to wet the dry skin. After done playing around the little Viiy toy, she opened up her palm to the vampire girl. Awaiting for her to take the offering.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 6:05 pm
looking over from a barstool at the bar ''oh Alice, what's with you and those weird doll's?'' leaning back on the seat i looked at her as i picked up a glass ''hm..come to think of it i dont really fight or talk to you, eh?''
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 7:35 pm
A small black point appeared on the ceiling of the first floor, growing steadily larger and larger...And with a thump, a pale yellow pouffe falls out of it, soon followed by a low table, another yellow pouffe, a very surprised Scribbler, and an elven enchantress with a headache.
They land with a thump on the floor, thankfully some distance away from the others. Scribbler blinks as the portal seals itself shut with a strange slurping noise, effectively blocking their way back to the plane of awkward silence.
She blinks at the cozy surroundings and people milling about.
"Well...this is a surprise..."
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 7:38 pm
Emma swore softly as her head cracked against the floorboards, only serving to intensify her headache. The noble looked around, surprise plain on her pointed features. "Bloody hell..."
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 7:47 pm
Scribbler winced in sympathy and stood, extending a hand to Emma to help her up. That knock can't have helped the pain any, judging by Emma's soft hiss.
"That was unexpected...where are we?"
She looked around once more, but found the place utterly alien. A tavern of some sort...but where?
And did they have anything to cure headaches?
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 7:50 pm
The door of the tavern flew open, and two people entered. Well, one of them was not really a person, per se. But one should not look down on Putin just because he was a little... furry. Both looked utterly miserable - and the smaller person beside the giant bear was carrying a stack of papers.
A yelp of surprise escaped her when two people tumbled out of midair and crashed onto the floor - but as no-one was reacting... The triad member brushed the thought wearily away. Just another common occurrence, then.
"Bartender. Vodka and Guinness Stout, please." The bear gave a delighted rumble as it moved forward to collect the drinks. Glancing around, she spotted an empty table and moved towards it, dragging out a chair and plunking her arse on it. Bah, there seemed to be plenty of people from the Battledome in the tavern. Not surprising, really - given its proximity to the place...
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 7:51 pm
"Some sort of tavern, it seems." She took the hand gratefully, and got to her feet. A tear in her dress caught her attention, and she gave a small noise of disapproval as the rip mended itself.
"Hopefully they serve alcohol." Heaven knows she needed it.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 8:05 pm
"Most likely..."
Scribbler had just noticed the wall full of various colourful liquids behind the bar. The bartender had just finished serving a bear(?!) and it was carrying the bottle and glass back towards a table where another combatant was reclining.
"Just a question of what you would like, then?"
She grinned, more at ease now that she'd spotted a few other Battledomers.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 8:11 pm
Lifting his head from the table at the sound of an order, Mort slid to his feet and behind the bar.
Quickly he poured the russian liquor into a small glass and popped the cap of the beer with a shiny instrument.
Before the bear had even reached the counter Mort had already swung back around to meet him face to face.
"Aren't you Putin from the North?" Shaking his head to dismiss the thought, he quickly went to stand before the two portal jumpers.
"Would you hurry up and order, I don't have all night." He said, a grin spreading across his face at a latent thought.
In a louder voice he yells, "That goes for the rest of you yokels as well; tell me what you want before I sit down or you'll have to wait an hour!"
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 8:14 pm
"Indeed." Her manner relaxed upon spotting those she knew.
Emma! A low, British, and obviously male voice cut through the pain-induced mental fog. I thought I asked you to tell me the next time you go gallivanting off on another one of your little-
She winced. "Not so loud..." Realizing that she'd said that out loud, she busied herself with examining the floorboards at her feet.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 8:22 pm
Hrnk.
Scribbler choked on air as she spotted the bartender, the dimness masking his appearance from afar.
Sure, he looked different, but the aura was unmistakable. That one. Too confused to question mentally, much less vocalize her surprise at Mort being the bartender, Scribbler stuttered a quiet "Rum and Coke, please" before glancing at Emma as if waiting for her to order too.
The enchantress was looking at the floorboards as if the wood grain contained the meaning of life.
Must be the migrane.
She looked up again, hoping that he would not recognize her, and asked in a softer voice, "do you have anything for headaches?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 8:30 pm
Emma continued her visual exploration of the floorboards, hoping that nobody had heard her. Got anything for this headache?, she asked hopefully.
Need you ask?
Well, no. But indulge me.
And just like that, the headache was gone. She sighed in relief, feeling a phantom hand run its fingers through her hair.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 8:34 pm
Doctor Question walked into the bar, as if drawn to something. He looked around the room, as if sniffing for something. He glanced Emma and Naz, and then at the bear. Eventually his eyes settled on Mort. He casually walked to the counter. "Do you have any coffee?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 8:36 pm
★ ★ ★
Vii tugged at the sash for a moment while observing the little witch and the doll depicting her. Giggling with glee, the vampire loved gifts and gladly accepted, holding it gently in her porcelain hands.
In another part of the Tavern a portal opened dropping with it two women, and shortly thereafter a bear shuffled by. Too Vii's surprise, the occupant of one of the basement rooms, Mort Blauer, had taken up bar tending.
He just said he wanted to stay, I didn't know he intended to tend bar as well. Hmm.. well he's a little callous, but I suppose he will be good for business.
"Please excuse me, I need to see what is going on over there." Vii smiled and before anyone could respond she was standing next to the Mort and across the bar from Nazynri.
"Good evening." she said genially reaching into a cabinet below the counter and retrieving a plain white bottle and placing it on the counter for her.
"These should help a headache-" Vii looked from Mort to the girl and then spoke when she ought not to have.
"Hey Mort, aren't you Nazynri's sire?"
★ ★ ★ ★
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 8:41 pm
Remus had been fighting a creepy contortionist newcomer in the main arena and needed a good drink. He hadn't been to the Waning Vestal Tavern yet and decided to try it out. He strode though the doors, flanked by two Praetorians and made his way to the bar counter.
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