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 Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 9:07 am
I'll post it here later...
Bartender: Raine Segriff
Bouncer: Atlas Rostfrei
(Neither of who are on much, because they're played by Tor and Viper. So if we're on, you can assume you can get bar service too.)
Booze, sandwiches, beer nuts, juice, water, soda and some of the cheaper alcohol's are always available for you to just grab. Anything else will need Raine being there to get drinks. If you'd like to use the kitchen feel free.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 8:40 am
The monk was on the grounds of the area, his master would soon be there he assumed. HE was just looking for something to do, or rather something to feed upon. Hunger, unlike many other species, was something that humans felt on a more or less daily basis. Even though the monk only had to eat twice every a day every three days, he still had to eat. Hopefully there would be som grub here.
Of course, he was not surprised to find the area he went to empty, everything seemed rather empty and frightening, sort of, uncomfortable even. Sure there were things that went on around the area, but the place was pretty much deserted for the time being. The hungry monk sort of just looked around for an icebox, or fridge, or somethng of the sort. just some vegetables, maybe a little meat, and perhaps something like some pure water would do. Truth be told being a spiritualist he had usually created his own food through his spiritual abilities, and while it was almost perfect, perfection can taste strange if your not careful. He just wanted something that was not perfect, something... Normal.
A barstool is what he had found, sort of lost in the heir of loneliness the stool always seemed to be where those who had lost their loves seemed to weep about their troubles to the bartender; there was no bartender here though, and no people either. It was sort of strange really, how no one wanted to be in this place; a place for social interactions was barren and quite empty, contrary to what it should be. Still, the monk continued in to the rather musty and old place; it wasn't exactly welcoming, but for a scavenging mortal, its not like "welcoming" was even really a concern. Instinct always overlooked such petty things.
The monk sat on the barstool, not waiting to be served, but waiting for his eyes to adjust; being human wasn't something that sported many "superior" senses such as hereditary night vision. No, he was born with eyes that needed time to adjust, only a minute or two and the irises were getting larger as he began peering into the darkness. The hum of some machine in the back could be heard, either a refridgerator or a generator; while the generator idea was the most intelligent choice the refridgerator is what he had hoped for, and with a quick hop over the bar using the left hand he managed to begin walking over towards the back area. How disappointed he looked when logic beat him in the face though, it was just a generator, a non-edible generator. He didn't need it since the light switch was broken down anyway. He thought for a moment and found himself coming up with a solution.
He would speak to the Lord of the Arena, Master Diez, about putting this place back into shape. He would of course keep it up, and if allowed to, run it as well. Still even if he wasn't in charge he would not let the place fall into its... Previous state of discord and destruction. He set off, going over the bartop from the back room towards the sunlight that was creeping under the door. After tripping on a stool that needed to be picked up, and picking it up of course, he turns the nob and steps into fresh air in order to find the man who ran the arena. After all, when all was said in done the place only needed a few repairs, but he didn't want to get into trouble for not asking permission first.
It was sort of nice to be outside again, the sun felt better than the cold dankness of an abandoned building. He simply began his short quest to find the man, and then make his proposal to fix up the place. His footsteps and footprints in the dirt were seemingly disappearing as he went from the place for some reason though.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 8:22 am
[ Since no one RPs here... ]
*FIXES PLACE UP SO ITS GROOVEY*
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 9:00 am
((Wanna be the bartender? >_>))
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 12:10 pm
[ ;o_o; ] I'm bad with people. If you say so I will. ]
Willow: Who you kidding, Drakies? You're great with people! x3 Look how many friends you made in Hell!
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 1:39 pm
((Well, you wouldn't have to use Drake. You could make a bartender-type, and... well... pretend to be good with people. Only if you wanted to, though. Would you like to try it?))
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 7:00 pm
((D'you mind at all if I make an NPC bartender for now?))
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 8:00 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 8:17 pm
((Arigato ^^; ))
Yawning quietly to herself, Keioko walked into the bar, glancing curiously around. This was her first day in the Coliseum, and, as curious as she was, was surprised that the bar was so empty. There weren't many people here, yet, somehow she was happy for it. She walked over to the bar, her footfalls damn near silent, though no effort was protrayed in this motion. Stil quiet, she sat down on a barstool, her black devil tail hanging down behind her, swaying slightly.
She flagged over the bartender, who was wiping down the bar and lglasses on the other end. She spoke quietly to him, her voice inaudible to those not close. The bartender merely nodded his head and went looking around for her order.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 9:47 am
Feeling as though for the moment that he needed to rest, he sat down in one of the chairs, as he kept his head to the ground. He was trying not to draw too much attention to himself. Despite the fact that his clothes sort of prevented that. He sighed. There were many fighters in this coliseum, and fighting in the upcomming tournaments reminded him of his old fighting days.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 7:09 pm
Keioko's devil tail swayed back and forth in a slow pendulum motion while she waited for her drink. She glanced around the room, curious as to who were there. She doubted she knew anyone, but a bright colour of red caught her eyes for a moment. Blinking a few times, she stared at the one who's head he kept down. Curious, she thought, it was obvious he was trying to seen inconspicuous.
She shrugged to herself and turned back to the bartender, tossing her knee-length braid over her shoulder to rest on her back. The bartender set a small jug of warmed sake in front of her with a sake cup. She smiled and paid him for it before she poured herself a cup of the warm liquid and took a drink.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 9:50 pm
He blinked for a moment as he felt the feeling he was being stared at. He noticed a strange woman with a long braid, who seemed to be enjoying herself a cup of sake. 'Hmmm..', he thought as he turned his head to look away from her. It had been quite while since he had drunk sake. It was one of his favorite drinks. He stared stared as his left eye shined a golden color as it began to take unecessary calculations. It analyzed everything in the bar actually, from the wall, to the people..as it analyzed their properties..
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2005 9:44 am
Upon analyzation of the woman at the bar, not much could be told from his calculations. It was as if there was some sort of barrier preventing it. All that could be found out was that she wasn't a human figure, only in a human form. Her aura seemed to have a more evil feel to it, a demonic feel. That was what could be mostly told.
Meanwhile, Keioko sipped down another cup of sake, sighing softly. She felt a gentle nagging at the back of her mind, but chose to ignore it, keeping her mind on enjoying one of her favourite drinks. It had been a while since she'd enjoyed sake, with the stresses of her jobs and all.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2005 11:39 pm
He sighed as he rested his head on the table. He had to wait for the tournament for the moment, as in the mean time he had attacked guilds for the sheer thrill of battle. He slowly sat back up, feeling a bit restless as he waited in the bar. He brought his right hand upon the table as a small red ember formed in his hand. He liked to watch the the flame in his hand as it flickered in the lights. He didn't seem to mind showing his firey potiential as any of the element of the flame tended to be a bit careless. However, he had more then he appeared, after all. He was a man of many secrets. He did not feel as though it mattered at te moment, as his red eyes stared into the crimsom depths of the ember itself. He was getting quite annoyed at waiting, but he was getting thirsty as well.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 2:15 pm
Keioko drank until there was about 3 or 4 small cups of sake left inside the bottle. Sighing to herself and drinking down her last cup, she stood up and asked for another, giving the bartender hers. Once she had it, she began to walk from the bar, stopping momentarily to put the partially full bottle and clean cup on Forbidden's table.
"Here..." She said softly before leaving the bar, folding her arms within her wide kimono sleeves. She headed out, unsure of where she was going, perhaps to explore, or maybe just leave the coliseum for a while. Meh, this was a lazy day.
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