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 Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 8:25 pm
Ragdoll walks in drunk a little as he sat down as he looks at everyone.
"yeah im not here to conquer you guys ******** plan went down the drain..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 8:30 pm
Remus just happened to be conveniently in the bar at the time Ragdoll announced this. Remus got up and ordered the frustrated doll a beer.
Remus placed the drink in front of Ragdoll. "It's cheaper than therapy." Remus patted Regdoll on the back before departing.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 8:32 pm
A pair of voices sounded from one of the booths in the tavern, hushed and unseen. The words were indistinguishable, but the tone was unmistakable.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 9:00 pm
As the wind blows through the tavern a wandering ronin walked into the tavern as he kept his identity safe from anyone trying to kill him as he walks to an empty table by the fire so he can warm up.
(ooc: im changing my character for a little bit)
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 9:11 pm
There was a whisper of power as a ward went up around the darkened booth, keeping the occupants safe from any hostile forces.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 9:25 pm
Question wandered into the bar. "Emma? You here?" He looked around, not seeing her. "Damn, and I really needed some help. I'm starting to run low on the ingredients used in my industrial-strength hair gel, and I thought she'd know where I could find some brimstone." He sat down at the bar and ordered a beer. To his surprise, the bartender refused. It turned out that Stranger had created a 'no beer for the doctor' rule. Sighing, the doctor ordered a coffee instead.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 9:28 pm
"I am here, Doctor.", came the muffled reply, followed by a few muttered phrases in Old English. Emma emerged from the shadowed booth, blushing furiously and lacing her bodice back up.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 9:31 pm
Question noticed her tying the laces. "So... you busy back there?" He had a puzzled, yet amused look on his face. "Oh, and know where I can find some brimstone?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 9:34 pm
'I know of one place, but I doubt you have any inclination to go there."
Her bodice tied the final knot itself, and her hair tried to pull itself back into some semblance of order.
"Just a bit busy."
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 9:37 pm
"Look, with my perfect hair gel at stake, I'm willing to make exceptions. I've had to cut back on how much brimstone I use, and as you can tell, my hair isn't as silvery as it once was." He sighed, as if mourning for something long lost that would never return. "So, who's back there with you? Mr. of Bainbridge?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 9:43 pm
"The very same.", came the reply from the booth as a second figure emerged from the shadows. He was tall and slender, his hair silver edged with grey and eyes a piercing blue-green. His attire was somewhat more modern than Emma's; a three-piece suit complete with burgundy vest, black jacket and matching trousers.
The man standing beside Emma looked like a professor more than anything else.
Looks don't tell you everything.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 9:46 pm
Question smiled. "Once again I see you, and once again I wonder how the Lady of Bainbridge can see resemblance between us."
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 9:49 pm
"As do I.", he replied, smiling in return.
Emma fought the temptation to elbow him in the ribs, and instead mumbled something along the lines of 'it's bloody subjective'.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 9:52 pm
Question chuckled. "So, can I buy the good man and his lovely wife a drink? Stranger might have placed an embargo on selling me alcohol, but I doubt there'd be a problem with buying one for someone else."
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 9:54 pm
The tavern door creaked open and Zach dragged her feet, along with the rest of her, in. She walked straight to a booth and slid onto one of the seats before crashing her head onto the table. Thanks to the doctor's sound beating, Ivan had relinquished control of Zach's body to the owner. He was physically and mentally damaged and very unwilling to return to the Battledome any time soon.
"Ooooh," Zach moaned into the table. "Everything hurts... I wonder if there's a drink for that... ow..."
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