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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2005 3:38 pm
Welcome one and all to the "Gunblade Mercenary Bar" this hangout is open to any and all RPers who wish to chat outside of RP and still get lot of gold for their efforts. Post concerns or questions or just hangout as you please!
NOW HIRING!! Positions are open for any who would like to join, just name a few jobs you wouldn't mind doing and we'll see where we can fit you in. More job suggestions are welcome.
-- Owner -- Ermak Lorde
-- Primary Facilitator -- Shadow (The demon Angel)
-- Bartenders -- Erevek Knightmage (Ermak Lorde)
(...pending...)
-- Bouncers -- Mistress Enelia
-- Maintanance -- Illusor Meaneld
-- Entertainment -- Aleava (Blue_Elf)
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 9:11 am
-Shadow- The black clothed man walked in and scanned the area with his peircing eyes. "Well hey." !!God mods you all into submission and the worship of ME!!!!! "Mwahahahahahahahaha!!"
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The demon Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 10:48 pm
A Hansome elf, young as elves go, walked into the newly opened establishment. He was dressed in the ellegantly embroidered flamboyant costume that marked him as belonging to a caste of elven entertainers known throughout the land.
Upon spotting the proprietor the elven entertainer removed his feather-plummed hat and bowed low. He then aproached the owner and addressed him in a business-like tone. "Blessings be upon you and your house. I am Aleava.
I noticed that this seems to be a new establishment in the area and I wondered if you might not need the services of a musician. Singing is my speciality, but I am proficient in all musical arts."
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2005 8:58 am
The demon Angel - Shadow- The black clothed man walked in and scanned the area with his peircing eyes. "Well hey." !!God mods you all into submission and the worship of ME!!!!! "Mwahahahahahahahaha!!" Erevek No you don't.
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2005 9:05 am
Blue_Elf A Hansome elf, young as elves go, walked into the newly opened establishment. He was dressed in the ellegantly embroidered flamboyant costume that marked him as belonging to a caste of elven entertainers known throughout the land. Upon spotting the proprietor the elven entertainer removed his feather-plummed hat and bowed low. He then aproached the owner and addressed him in a business-like tone. "Blessings be upon you and your house. I am Aleava.
I noticed that this seems to be a new establishment in the area and I wondered if you might not need the services of a musician. Singing is my speciality, but I am proficient in all musical arts." A young looking man with tawny hair glances up as Aleava approaches, he is casually drying his hands on a cloth and his golden eyes drift over Aleava's form, "Welcome to my establishment Aleava, an entertainer would be more than welcome. please make yourself at home, and let me know if there are any problems, or if you need anything." he then glances at Shadow, "Please don't god-mod too many of our guests..."
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 12:30 am
Off tune grating whistling sounds as a young woman ambles through the door. She is leading a heavily feathered draft horse that looks considerably more rational than the one leading her. FOr one the horse is entirely a horse, where as the young woman seems to be only faintly related to humanity. Covered entirely in black striped greyish brown fur that is inordinatly long on her neck and seems to lead the length of her spine judging by the displacement under her shirt. She has a thick plumy tail and long legs that end in paws. Her face is smiling although the almost canine muzzle is rather threatening to behold. Her brown eyes are wildly mischeivious and a pair of lilac mateal rimmed glasses balance precariously on her muzzle. She glances around the establishment and looks to her horse. "Seems to be a nice place. Needs more purple though I should say." She walks to the bar unperturbed by the fact that it is considered very unsanitary to bring a large equine into a place which serves food and drink. However hyenas are often thought of as even more so. "So, Vek" She greets, though it is unlikely the young Chimera saiyan can recall meeting this furry girl before. "Howza bout a virgin rasberry margurita?"
OOC: Sabel doesn't like people to know who she is, they try to beat her up when they do. Case in point Misopan. THough it might be possible Vek's met her when she was masqurading as a mortal. THe horse would be pretty recognizable. BUt then, I wonder how she got Chaser through the door in the first place. FOr one their's the horses size and two the bouncer...*shrugs* Ermak probably knows who she is though...Or was he at that Party Choas threw...I'm pretty sure he was. Sabel shows up to those. And sometimes the ones seph and kyo throw, until she gets chased out with nodachi's then chaser has to make a really quick getaway.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 9:14 am
Erevek Vek looked up, he had been boredly fiddling with some unusual game, rather like a smokey sphere with black dots inside, the dots seemed to move as he shifted his hands around the outside of the sphere. His blue and green gaze met the Hyenid's, "A virgin rasberry margarita?" He repeated, "Sure you don't want that thispike style?" He grinned back at her, though it was obvious by the searching look in his eyes that he did not recognise her. While he waited for her reply he reached for the bottles behing the counter and started mixing up the drink she had ordered, only pausing when the crucial point to incorperate 'Thispike style' arrived.
((Actually the doorway is meant for many non-human creatures, including 'dragon-kin' it could easily fit her horse, and there are beasties who frequent this bar which make a Hyena-furr look clean and sanitary as a whistle. Also the bouncer would not be much perturbed by a horse . . . . But I'm not sure you want to know why.))
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 6:24 pm
Aleava, who had disappeared for a moment, reappeared with an ornate elven lute in his hand. Walking across the room with ease and confidence, Aleava commandeered an unused stool from the bar, seated himself in a casual but composed manor, and proceeded to play a soft and soothing, yet sorrowful melody.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2005 7:56 am
Ermak paused, glancing at Aleava thgouhtfully for a minute, and then nodded satisfactorily to himself. "I think our new addition will do very well." He said quietly to no one in particular. and then he disapeared temporarily into the back room.
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2005 2:26 pm
Ermak Lorde Erevek Vek looked up, he had been boredly fiddling with some unusual game, rather like a smokey sphere with black dots inside, the dots seemed to move as he shifted his hands around the outside of the sphere. His blue and green gaze met the Hyenid's, "A virgin rasberry margarita?" He repeated, "Sure you don't want that thispike style?" He grinned back at her, though it was obvious by the searching look in his eyes that he did not recognise her. While he waited for her reply he reached for the bottles behing the counter and started mixing up the drink she had ordered, only pausing when the crucial point to incorperate 'Thispike style' arrived. Sabel pauses a moment and looks around ninja "Just don't tell Jianre!" She asks nervously. Sabel's mount snorts and butts the hyanethrope. "Oh yeah, Chaser want's some hard cider with a shot of alfalfa. stare " Entusiastically the horse nods and stamps a hoof in agreement.
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2005 6:01 pm
Erevek Vek chuckles, "Of course not! I'm not a tattler," He pulls out a small vial containing neon-green liquid and put a few tiny drops in her drink, then finished the margarita. Then he glanced at chaser, cider eh? nothing stronger?? The thispike style is vegitarian! he said with a grin.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2005 3:58 pm
The mare whickers something and a flurry of empathic sensations are sent to Sabel. The gist of them means something along the lines of designated driver and shows a vague image of the horse dragging Sabel out of the bar by her bushy tail. The hyaenthrope scowls. evil "Very funny." The horse prances on the spot, indicating the equine is very proud of herself.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2005 5:48 pm
Erevek Vek smirks at the side of the conversation he can understand. And he shrugs exageratedly, "I'll take that as a no, pity, it's awsome stuff!" He finished the alphalpha spiked cider and places it in front of chaser, (in a bowl) and then hands Sabel her margarita. "Enjoy!"
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 3:17 pm
The Hyaenthrope takes a gulp then seems to remember something. "Oh, and can I get a drumstick of some kind. Preferably something larger than a turkey, but smaller than an emu. I'm hungry, but not quite that hungry. Make sure to smother it in garlic too, cooked in it's own juices. *salivates slighty* with lots of marrow...*drip drip*" The horse makes a disgusted snort which indicates her opinion of carnivores. Sabel is in an oblivious state trying to collect her exuberant drool to a containable state. Whe she finally places an empty peanut bowl under her thick muzzle she sighs. "Well, at least it wasn't a bishounen alert, that would have been embarrassing." sweatdrop The horse's snort indicates that Sabel is a walking embarassment. "Oh, go chase a unicorn around a pasture." The horse's amused whicker shows that the mare would like nothing better than the torment of an innocent sentient stallion.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 12:41 pm
Erevek vek chuckles at this interchange, having handed both Sabel and chaser their drinks he sets about aquiring her food. He moves to the back and opens a small refigerator. One glance inside shows the two customers that it is powerfully enchanted as the small opening reveals a walk-in-size compartment. Erevek disapears into this for a few moments and reapears holding a meaty bone aptly fitting Sabel's size requirements. He then places the morsal in what looks like a microwave of sorts. Pushes a few buttons, and removes a luscious-smelling peice of juicy meat wafting heady garlic scent in it's wake and dripping with it's own basted juices. He hands this to Sabel on a plate grinning broadly. "There's more where that came from if you are still hungry!"
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