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 Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 3:07 pm
Bar District - Durem
You want a load of free drinks when you are legal, the bar district is where you go. Full of nothing but cheap bars and even cheaper hotels. Full of college students on any given night.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 12:17 pm
Myst was bored. In the middle of a busy city, in the middle of a busier neighborhood, she found the time for boredom. At the moment, she was sitting on the hood of a car, crosslegged, and drawing shapes on the windshield with a black marker she got from the dollar store next block.
"La~laaaaa~~"
Bored.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 12:34 pm
"Eh. No use staying here, though."
The girl, with a small humph, propped herself to her feet onto the car's hood. All around, people would probably start lookin at her weirdly, especially since she was thinking out loud.
"No clue, nothing. I'm searching for air." A sigh escaped her lips. A sigh that she tried to catch, but to no avail, proving her point. With a shrug, Myst jumped off the hood, and walked her way to the nearest bar. If she didn't find anything there, at least it'd be more fun than just waiting around.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 12:43 pm
Suddenly, the spirit of excitement jumped from the shadows. "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" it exclaimed, chest pushed out in ecstatic glee.
With that, it moved on. It was a busy spirit, after all.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 12:44 pm
Myst jumped. Other people in the bar would probably have done the same, too. Quickly, the lady turned around to where the laughters came from, arms crossed over her chest and pouting.
"What's so funny?"
But it was gone.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 1:52 pm
Flare walked in from the east, went into a bar, and ordered herself a glass of ginger ale.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 1:58 pm
The bartended walked up, a jolly looking hawian man. Seemed to be the theme today. Pinaple drinks, coconut flavored liqures and everybody wearing shirts with damn beach scenes on them.
"Hola!" He smiled, "Here's your gingerale."
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 2:03 pm
"Thank you," Flare said, and coughed up a bit of ash into her already blackened hands. Smiling without baring her teeth, she accepted the glass and gratefully drank from it.
She kept an eye on the other patrons of the bar, and was, as usual, alert for anything suspicious.
"Hey, bartender! You see anything strange happen here of late?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 2:10 pm
Irzael walked nonchalantly into the bar, his hands clasped together behind him, and sat at the bar next to the silver-haired demon. He heard her ask about strange happening to the bartender and decided to just listen. This may be just what I was looking for! He smiled slightly to himself.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 2:11 pm
Flare glanced at the stranger sitting next to her. "Hey, stranger," she greeted him. "Care for a drink?"
Alcohol loosened tongues, and maybe he had seen something of note. Besides, she had money to spare.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 2:12 pm
"Other than business being up. No." He laughed a jovial laugh.
"Usualy these theme nights my cousin comes up with bomb." He began to polish a pint glass, "But everyone loves the beach! And it remind me so much of my vacations."
In the background the radio began playing a report about the near death of the voulenteer fire brigade in the church fire.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 2:15 pm
Irzael glanced at the woman and responded, "If there's water. I don't much care for alcohol." He heard the radio's broadcast of the church fire and glanced at the bar. "That fire was pretty rough. The church is crumbling, people were crying, there was nothing I could really do," he grinned widely, "But I never really said I cared that much. I'm just interested in the petals." Irzael didn't have time for games. He needed to get the petals before anybody else did so he could merge the gate of humanity and the elemental plane of air.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 2:26 pm
"I see...bartender, some water for my friend here!"
The demon sighed as she heard the radio broadcast. She was going to have to donate money to the fire department now, too...
"So you're seeking the petals, eh?" she said to him. "A friend of mine's gone wild over them. The short-sighted idiot. It's not worth doing things that'll like as not get you killed.
"So what's your reason for looking for em? Hope its not the same old blood and honor and money spiel so many other adventurers have."
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 2:28 pm
A jeep full of people tore through the district, the silvery-white haired, one eyed, cheerfully whistling man at the wheel taking them through the streets rapidly.
"I'd like to think the Knights of Fortune are kinda professional merceneries more than a junior taxi service, so you'll pardon if we're not going too far out of our way, but if you want to hop out anywhere along the way or hear something you think we should all check out, I'd be most grateful to oblige." Nascen said, all in a sing-song voice as he paused his tune making to say it. "So don't feel afraid to speak up, alrighty?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 2:29 pm
The bartender was putting on an old record marked "soothing sounds of the beach". Like the setup couldn't get more obnoxious without ukelele music set to gentle waves.
"One water!" He said with a laugh, "Tap or bottle?"
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