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Post by sargepepper on Jul 17, 2013 18:02:28 GMT
Byron clears the bar in front of him with a rag that he throws back over his shoulder, pulling the tall glass to the spot under the bar, sink already sudsy and warm. He give it s scrub or two before making a tall glass of Energon for the Transformer at the end of the bar. Giving an asking glance to Jessica Rabbit in the corner, while looking at her glass she smiles and shakes her head. No more for her for the moment. The bar was pretty full for the moment, various people and characters flittering around.
There was a skittering of a bell as his next customer walked in.
"What'll it be?"
::Go ahead and lets make this crazy::
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Post by Timeon on Jul 17, 2013 21:59:56 GMT
The next customer ran in wearing nothing but a towel, screaming "Excelsior!".
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Post by sargepepper on Jul 18, 2013 13:26:39 GMT
Byron sighs and points toward one of the offset meeting rooms.
"The Meeting of the Homeless and proud support group is in there. Please tak you complimentary tin foil hat and please stay in the room unless you have a hall pass."
Byron watched and shook his head and the man cartwheeled into the room. He still didn't have any idea as to why he let them hold those meetings, but for Homeless, the coordinator paid well. It was all in quarters, but it was all there. He filled a new gin and tonic for Ares and slid it over to him, a wink from the helmeted figure acknolwedged the service.
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Post by God Emperor Newman on Jul 24, 2013 1:42:49 GMT
A sound like a thousand damned souls crying out in anguish swells and fades with a blast of cold wind and suddenly there stand in the middle of the floor two cowled figures: a male dwarf and a female gnome. The gnome throws back her hood and glares at her surroundings as a tall man with spiky red hair quietly stands up from his seat in the back corner.
“Fuck’s sake, this isn’t the SSS Penultimate either! How many times do I have to tell you to carry the i?”
The dwarf’s eyes burn red under his hood. “Damnation, woman, maybe if you’d stop bitching at me for one second I’d be able to focus on my job!”
“How many times!”
“Shut up, you harpy! This is all your fault!”
The red-haired man steps up behind the two and claps his hands on their shoulders. Both newcomers jump and spin around. The dwarf swears.
“Shit, it’s –“
“You’re nicked, chums,” says Gary Motherfucking Oak.
The gnome angrily twists out from his grip. “Sanctuary, asshole. Can’t you see this is a cross-over, you can’t touch us here.”
The dwarf does the same. “Yeah, leave us alone. What did we ever do to you, anyway?”
A dark look crosses Gary’s face. “You’re joking, of course.”
The dwarf flashes a grin, revealing two white rows of sharp canine teeth. “Yeah, I guess I am. Still, I read the epilogue, you guys manage to sort it out in the end.”
“At great cost.”
“Whatever. Look, it’s all in the relative-past, alright? You know we won’t bother your friends again, so just leave us alone.”
The gnome pipes in, “Sanctuary, bitch.”
Gary's scowl deepens, but he steps back. “You are a threat to all that is, and everything you touch will come to ruin. You’re a fool if you think it can end any other way. And when the world around you is ashes and you sit alone in darkness scrawling listlessly on the walls of your own tomb, I will be there. I will be the one to kill you, and, so it is written, you will thank me at the end.”
He flips a wad of cash to the bartender and turns around, vanishing into thin air as he does.
The dwarf mutters “Melodramatic little shit,” then yells “Barkeep! We need a some alcohol here.”
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Post by sargepepper on Jul 24, 2013 13:00:15 GMT
"Glad to see you too, Gimli." Byron said, setting down a mug already frothing with ale in his favorite wodden stein. He nodded to the gnome, passing her a water, as per her usual.
"Gary Oak is a motherfucking asshole." She said simply, sipping on the water, looking to Byron. He shrugged, collecting his tip from one of the customers leaving and ringing out his order.
"Can't do much until he levels a swing. Anyway, it's the same reutine everytime you guys run into each other. Does he really take losing that badly? I don't recall High Stakes Scrabble being that type of game you keep a grudge over." He shrugged again, passinf a cheesesteak smothered in sausage gravy to one of the passing waitresses, pointing to a table. She delivered it dutifly with a wink to Gimli, which was reacted to with a sharp welbow to the ribs and a smirk from the gnome.
"So what brings ya'll here today?"
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Post by God Emperor Newman on Jul 24, 2013 18:12:41 GMT
The dwarf stared at the bartender for a moment. Then he looked down at the mug of ale. Eventually he looked up and said “I don’t know who you are or who you think we are but I guess we aren’t who you think we are.”
The gnome snorted. “Eloquent as ever.”
The dwarf ignored her and pulled back his hood, revealing a heavily scarred, ash-colored face set with two burning red eyes and a ridge of horns encircling his pate. “My name's...” He paused, glancing at his companion. “Deepstorm. My friend and colleague here is Blackmire. As for what brings us to your…establishment, it was nothing really, a trifling miscalculation.”
“Ha!” said the gnome. Deepstorm shot her a dirty look.
“We were intending to board the extrachronicular vessel the Penultimate, but due to a slight…error in our-“
“Your.”
“In our theoretical projections, we mistakenly targeted your bar. I doubt we’ll be long, we'll be off again as soon as we gather our bearings.”
The gnome slid her glass of water back across the counter and said “Yeah, but in the mean time I’ll be needing a real drink, if you please.”
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