Welcome to Gaia! ::

Feel free to come in and role play here, newcomers and oldbies alike! Just make sure not to munch. wink (For those of you who want to know what a “munch” is, look up “the Anti-Munch Project” in your search engine.)

The Tavern is a central hub on the material plane for those traversing the planes at large. It’s a somewhat dingy, back-alley pub type of place which someone walks into and expects there will be a fight. It’s an assortment of scattered tables, a bar and plush red booths along the walls. Pull up a stool and stay a while….

Spending the night in this Inn will cure your character of any ailments.

A walk down memory lane brought him nostalgia. His dream of past events like a shot of adrenaline – or perhaps some really high class illegal s**t, made him gasp in absolute shock as his eyelids fluttered open. He gasped for oxygen once more while jaded eyes searched around noticing the new and queer environment.

“Where the f@#k am I?” Sin whispered, words laced in confusion.

“He, he, he, he, he, he, he, he!”

As Sin walked in and got himself a drink, a young Neko, after laughing, could be detected in the rafters, hanging upside down by his yellow cat tail.

Plumph!

Uncurling his tail, he went seamlessly into a series of tight front flips before landing upright on the dusty floor on his bare clawed feet. “Ta-da!” Seeing the other gentleman go for a dusty bottle, he, not yet old enough to drink (and not caring anyway), gasped, then clapped his hands in amused delight. “Hey, pops, that s**t’ll rot your brain.” Tail swishing anxiously behind him, the catboy bared his fangs, flexing his claws in need of something to rake them upon.

He laughed boyishly again. “Gaia indeed. You’re at the Tavern of Legend. Need me to show you around or anything like that?”

(( Since Sin is currently in Barton Town, maybe we oughtta wait before playing here, unless he can be in two places at once somehow. What do you think? ))

The ivory and ebony clad entity would stop outside the building that he found, in the middle of the dingy, poorly lit road as he had been for miles before finding something that seemed at least less abandoned than the rest. He felt the presence of others, and the faint hum of electricity from its walls. His eyes would begin to scan the building from top to bottom for a moment before he threw his balled-up hands into his pockets as he would then walk up to the door.

A mysterious force would envelope the door, at the same moment that his eyes would glow a hue much like bright cop car lights & much like what had the bright white crown floating around his head, this near invisible force opening said door, as he past through and made his way to a stool the overlooked the drinks but also to where he could see the red booths that he pondered on.

Somehow... the red booths felt familiar in the recesses of this Entities memories he was slowly and struggling to grasp. He multi-tasked despite this, the force seeming to travel around the room, the walls, and more trying to feel it out and get a vague mapping of the room, the other humanoids in the room being a slight curiosity that he would exchange a gaze or two at, as he thought about what drink he wanted.

“All hail the unseen one, he who dances in the shadows.”

He emerged from the darkness of the legendary Tavern, eyes flickering with crackling yellow sparks through the gloom, taking up roost behind the bar which a man with a prosthetic arm currently sat at, drawing, bored, upon the countertop. Another gentleman in black and white garb with multi-hued blinking optics walked in and parked his rear on a stool. He seemed to have opened the door with a barely perceivable force which quickly shot through the room, enveloping even the walls. This force did not scare Clash, yet he remained cautious should it prove hostile. Somewhat amused, Clash leaned forward, resting his right elbow on the table so he could peer at the peculiar duo before him, the crowned entity being a bit stranger than the one with the prosthesis, to him at least.

Clash’s blue-black tresses hanged over the crown of his skull, overshadowing his favorite new Romani shades, which he wore beneath a sable fighter’s robe with the hood up. Though no one could see it what with his being behind the high bar top, a side sword, attached to his left hip, he toted. He stared forth, eager to see how his newest patrons would regard him. A slight chuckle escaped his lips. “…”

Well, well…!

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(( Abilities used this post: [Umbrakinesis|Shadow Walk] ))

Ying Zi wasn't sure this is where she was supposed to be. She opened the doors to the establishment a bit bewildered, not expecting a strong atmosphere she could already sense without seeing. She flattens her bangs over her forehead, making sure what is hidden beneath isn't seen, as she walked in.

She had been to a bar before, but not one quite like this one. Reserved and somewhat ritualistic had the ones she'd been inside back home. But people seemed to like fun here, and Ying Zi loved fun, so even if this wasn't where she was supposed to be-- well, she simply decided it was where she is supposed to be.

The energy flowing throughout the room was palpable. The blond girl climbed up on a bar stool and sat there, swinging her legs a bit as she took in her surroundings. She didn't even make a move to order, she wanted to digest the room first.

The barefoot girl with buns tied up in ribbons and bows in her hair sat at the bar and looked over the scarred crowd, waiting for the world to tell her she was right where she belonged.