My Bar

[Josherz]

what a long rpg... is it called "the bar" anymore? lol :/

[Halcyon]

ok i didnt even bother reading what this is about but it seems pretty good

[Pamela]

*Pamela smiles at her friends and sits wearily....tossing her hair from her face,she sits with her eyes fixed on a mental image only she can see*
*Smoothing the tunic she wears she is caught up in what this means,and slowly turns the ring on her finger....a smile plays delicately about her lips ....and she stares at the door of the bar,in a quiet expectation of seeing this warrior appear*
*Shaking her head a bit she smiles ruefully at her state of thoughts,and stands quickly and begins to gather glasses and wipes down tables*
*Heading to the kitchen she hums a tune to herself and glances once more at the door....then dissapears to the kitchen*

[Obfuscate]

[ooc] I am completely unaware any "rules" so to speak and i only read this page, and briefly at that. So fogive me any...ignorance[ooc]

*Stands outside staring at the bar under the long the rim of his hat. Grunts and trudges through the open door of the bar and stops just beyond the threshold and glances wearily at the patrons. Removes his long rimmed hat allowing long and ungainly dirty blonde hair to fall around his head. Twists to his right slightly and leans a gnarled walking stick against the wall then swings a small back-pack off his left shoulder and slides it down his right. Looks up at the closest empty chair and tosses the back-pack next to it. Takes his gnarled walking stick off the wall and heads toward the bar blatenly ignoring the others in the bar*

*sits down and looks at the bar tender*
*in travel a worn voice* "What ever will kick me in *** the hardest and the fastest please."
*sets his cap on the bar in front of him and waits for his drink*

[Soul Collector]

*throws open bar door, stumbles in* *obviously weakened from a harsh trip and many battles<looks a tad bit weathered>* *collapses in a unconcious heap on floor<out cold for the night, eh?>*

[SilentWarrior]

* Walks into the bar with some friends without balance, obviously allready drunk* Talking to his friends in almost a shout. "I'm not drunk your drunk, Hahahaha." " Howww bout aaa driiink bartender ". "Put it on my tab you...youuu know i'm good forrr it" *Lights up something that appears to be a cig. but it certainly dosen't smell like one* *Then all the mods surround silent and his friend* "your drunk and you can't smoke that in here" "Whaa...what kiiinda bar is thisss" "Come on guys letss get outaa herrre"

[Soul Collector]

*stirs slightly, laughs in sleep**slips back into coma*

[Soul Collector]

<sign mysteriously pops up and says *donate to ....... danciiiiinnnnngggg.................monkey?*>

[Pamela]

*Pamela laughs a bit at the antics going on around her and serves a stiff drink to the stranger ,smiling she turns and walks to see to the care of her other patrons*

[Soul Collector]

after a long sleep, I awaken.*huh**noticing the rowdiness, realizes he is among humans, obviously in some kind of bar-hoping no one will notice his differences, he stalks up to bar and asks Pam for some sake!*

[Obfuscate]

*stares down at the drink set before him cautiously*
"Thank you"
*makes a half salute and curls the gnarled walking stick into the crook of his right arm. Pulls off his weather cracked and worn gloves revealing scared hands covered in fresh brusies and sets the gloves atop his hat. Picks the drink up with left hand and slowly brings it to his nose and then quickly tilts his head back and downs the drink in one pull.*
*starts coughing loudly in a raspy gurgel(SP?) as he sets the glass back down on the bar.*
*collects himself and pushes himself up off the bar stool with the walking stick and walks over to strange looking person who just woke up and stand next to him just assessing him.*
*squints at him*
*taps him on the shoulder* "What are you? Where are you from?"
*pulls out a hand rolled cigarett and match. Lights the cigarett while never taking his eyes off the guy he's talking to and waits for an answer.*

[Beholder99]

(omg this restarted again...???.....)
(i am making a new char i hate my old one)
*beholders ghost dies*
*another man walks in, he has jet black hair slicked back, he has a white flame trench coat on most people can actually feel heat coming of his coat, as he walks one could notice a rifle but odly enough it is attached to a sword, he walks up to the bar.....*
"hello i need a hot drink, nothing poluted with alcohol, that stuff destroys a man. Give me hot water for all i care"
*notices around the bar, idiots and warriors alike*
"Hmm, nice place... did a dying wale come trough here? this place is decrepid you should think of blowing it out of exsistence"

[Obfuscate]

*turns around when he feels the sudden rise in heat and focuses on the new comer with the trench coat completely disreguarding the previous man he was talking to*
"HAY!"
*goes and gets his gloves and hat previously left sitting on the bar and walks up to the new comer and taps him on the head with his gnarled walking stick*
"Would you mind keeping your opinions to yourself there...buddy. You think loud enough to wake the dead."
*taps the new comer on the head again and turns and walks back to set his hat and gloves back down at the bar and returns to pestering the strange looking one*

[Soul Collector]

*turns, eyes burning hellish fire, and stares down sinner*
*a low, hissing snarl<as if from souls from the depths of hell are screaming>can be heard*
*Touch me again and I'll destroy you and reap your soul<to sinner>*
<downs sake with a satisfied grunt>
(turning back to sinner)
*The fact you can even touch my shoulder is an impressive show of braveness, most turn in fear from the mear mention of my name*
<gives sinner a half grin, as if recognizing him as a new friend>

[Soul Collector]

<note-imagine the character Nightmare in his standard armor and look-gives you an idea of what i look like!>
*turns to beholder*
*greetings, you seem to be the same lineage as me*
*bet you've never seen a sword like this-<pulls out (evil)soul edge final form>*
<flames begin to lick across the blade as it awakens, eye(on blade) begins to stir and blink>
*bet you've never seen a sword that blinks before-hah hah hah(chuckles to self)- pretty kickazzzz, no?*
*buys a round for beholder, spoonman, and sinner*
*puts away soul edge and enjoys company-is he finally among friends?*

[Soul Collector]

*turns to Pam, noticing her*
*complements Pam on looking rather nice today-asks how doing?*

[Obfuscate]

*arches an eyebrow at "show" being put on*
"Hmm...so you like fancy weapons eh?"
*taps the tip of each toe against the wood floor of the bar and shrugs in seeming diapointment.*
"Here hold this for me."
*hands the gnarled walking stick to odd one with the flashy sword, turns and starts walking back to where his hat and gloves are and a few steps away emitts a strange tounge clicking noise that sound remarkably like snapping and cracking wood.*
*Puts on his hat and gloves and looks at the bartender with a small grin, the first sign of any emotion since entering the bar.*
*in a seemingly playful voice* "Count to ten for me if you wouldn't mind. My friend down there..." *points to the strange one with the flashy sword* "...is about to find out fast what a staff made from a Treant forest can do when...asked correctly shall we say."
*starts to turn and leave then stops*
"Oh and by the way...when he gets done with my staff...never mind they can take care of themselves"
*turns back and walks to where his back pack sits next to a chair and sits down, tilts his hat forward slightly and almost immedeatly begins to snore*

[Beholder99]

(dude no triple posting.... EDIT thats why they made that feature. and im just complaining here... but SOULD EDGE? thats original)
*looks grimly at sinner*
*looks grimly at soul*
"never offer me anything... i hate the fool hardy people who think they are doing something nice, but its only a mask for their egos being showed"
*takes the offered drink and throws it against the wall*
"returns to drinking his hot water"

[Lord Apocalypse]

OOC: since no-one replied to my thread I'm going to finish it off here.


IC: *Lord apocalypse drag himself across the floor back into the Bar, Bleeding heavily from his left shoulder his torso plate no Longer on his and his chain heavily dammaged. He looks up wearily and extends his hand seeming to be focusing on Pamela. he is obviously in a lot of pain leaving a trail of blood from where he came*

*He says to Pamela*

"it's..... over. Stasis......... dead............... I'm Poisoned"

*With that he collapses on the bar floor*

[Beholder99]

(what thread?)
*looks a lord*
"huh? omg"
*walks over to lord*
"this will hurt"
*takes his cloak of and wraps lord in it*
*the robe and lord become engulfed in flames, after a few seconds the flame dissapates*
*i pick up the robe and put it back on*
*lord is lying there with red skin*
"you may want to get him in ice, the poison is cooked though"