The Titan's Chamber (Bar RP, Completely Open)
By
CrimsonOmen,
Posted on: 2007-04-23 21:57 in Roleplaying
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General Information
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The idea for this whole thing came from scanning other RP forums. Bar and pub threads are all over, and yet as far as I could tell, one doesn't seem to be active for CoX! Blasphemy! I see it as my civil duty to give us our own! Of course, the whole needs a few adjustments from the classic pub scene, seeing as we're dealing with superpowered beings. With that in mind I began my construction of a bar for the super-capable, with all the necessities to keep those involved drunk and happy!
The rules are as follows:
1.) Unlike my previous RP idea, you do not need to PM me with character descriptions! Enter and leave as you please, just try not to leave people hanging! We can understand a character getting drunk and passing out, so if you desperately need an exit, just go unconcious!
2.) Decent writing is appreciated. I don't care about typos or even poor grammar. I won't stand 1337-speak or anything like that, so if you can't write normally you don't belong here. The only exception to this is if, say, you run a character that DOES speak in 1337. This is typically a rare case, but if it's true for you, send me a PM describing why.
3.) I will be running two bar characters, one will be a main and one just for background. Both are to be respected. If one tells you you need to leave, you shouldn't try to say otherwise. For this RP, unless otherwise notified by myself, they are like gods to you. You cannot fight back if you are bounced. As far as you're concerned they're like fighting Hamidon. Solo. At level 1. Not gonna happen. There will be cases where I will deem one of them vulnerable, for story reasons. The only reason I say this is because I've seen too many bar RPs go to pot because of some random troublemaker, so if I write you out, you were doing something wrong. Any complaints with this rule should be directed to our Executive Director of Human Resources, a mister Heywood Jablome. =P
4.) You must be here for a reason! Whether it's just to relax, get drunk, get a piece of action, or start a fight, everyone must be here for a bar-related reason. I also expect to see some of each! Get out those cheesy pickup lines and boxing gloves!
Also, heroes and villains are both allowed. The bar is situated in a city zone inside of Bloody Bay, so it's accessable to all. This also means that they don't check for ID. Hell, they don't care at all. A 10 year old could walk in there and, if they could stand the taste, could order a beer. Neither of my bartending characters would care. They also serve anything, so if you're a special-needs super (such as a robot), they can serve something special just for you.
This is a classic looking pub. We're talking wood paneling, heavy glass mugs, TVs in the corner, a jukebox to the side, and a long bar covering the length of the wall. Tables and chairs are also wood, and there are booths along the walls. However, there are some special things. There is a caged fighting pit sunk into the floor in one end of the building. Think the cage pit where the monkeys fight in Pocket D, and you get the right idea. The cage itself is about 100x100x100 yards, and made of 350 maraging steel. For those who don't know what that means, it's a steel that has a tensile strength of nearly 350,000 pounds per square INCH. Basically, no, no matter how strong you are, you can't break that. I doubt you could even dent it. It is also surrounded by a rotating frequency forcefield, to prevent non-physical attacks from leaving the fighting arena. The cage is built this way so that no customers watching will somehow be injured outside of the cage. There are various object inside for fighting with or hiding behind. You are allowed to make these up as you see fit, when you use them. It is surrounded by platforms for ease of observation.
There is also a tech-oriented superbase under the bar itself. Typically it can be rented out for meetings or parties, but for the most part it remains open to visitors. The computer systems, especially those tied to the power, control, and WMD systems, are protected heavily by security algorythms that even the best hacker could take days decrypting. It's no attempting to break in, as you'd be caught long before you could make much progress. The weapons lockers however are locked by a simple keypad by the larger, dedicated bartender. He actually sleeps in the base at night, and as such runs most of it. However, no one has said he's the sharpest knife in the drawer. The locker password is "1 2 3 4 5." (Hey, that's the same combo as my luggage! <.< >.>
Any other info you may want to know, you only need to ask about!
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Character Info (Bartenders)
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Name: Aingeal "Anjee" MacKenna
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: Irish Human
Archetype: Tanker
Powers: Fire/SS
Job: Waitress/Bouncer
Photo: Anjee
Appearance: She is fair skinned, has freckles, emerald eyes and orange-red hair. She's about 5'5" or so, and around 130 pounds (she claims the weight is mostly muscle). She can usually be seen in a white tank, green vest, green biker gloves, green pants, black leather belt, and white and green running shoes.
Personality: She's a fiery one. She isn't above flirting with hero and villain alike, but touch her without permission and you'll find yourself in a heap of trouble. She is very intelligent and uses it to her advantage, trading wits with the best of them. She's also both the waitress and bouncer for the pub, and if you cause trouble you'll find yourself out on the street faster than you can say "Bleedin' 'ell!"
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Name: Kain Murphy
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Irish Human
Archetype: Tanker
Powers: Ice/SS
Appearance: Tall, wide, and dumb looking. He has reddish short-cropped hair, dark green eyes, and muscles. Lots of muscles. At first glance many think that he would be the bouncer, but they soon find out they're sorely mistaken. He can however provide backup to Anjee if needed, so watch out. His clothing is typically a white wifebeater, faded blue jeans, and a long white apron.
Personality: Simply, he's stupid. He's a good guy though, very kind, and very fun loving. He's been the best friend of Anjee since near birth, their parents often set up playdates for the two of them. Of course, that had to do with them both being super strong, and accidently injuring other children, but that's besides the point. He's the bartender for the pub, and while he may be stupid he does his job well. Anything you could possibly ask of him he can make, he might as well be an encyclopedia of drinks. Use small words around him, and keep the jokes simple, and you might just get a laugh out of him!
Server: Virtue
Felis Noctu (50MM Necro/Miasma)
Night Widow Noctu (23SoA)
Toxica Mentis (50Troller Ill/Kin)
Thunder Kiandra (2*Tank WP/SS)
((I hope I can post. ^^))
Jessica Sorrow struggled to maintain balance as she trudged through the damp and soiled streets to her destination. Aware of the faint howls of battle in the distance, she hurried her pace, her black cape whipping around her in a maddened frenzy. Whatever citizens that past her in the streets gave her an uneasy glare, which suited her just fine. The would've just gotten in her way, anyhow. Brushing her hair back, she looked up to see the Titan's Chamber bar ahead. Rummaging something out of her pocket, Jessica took out a white card, and examined it briefly before nodding to herself.
With much effort, she managed a confident smile, then proceeded to open the door to the bar. Stepping in quickly to avoid the chilling winds, she looked around briefly at the gathering of superhero and villains alike before striding up to the bar. Sitting down at one of the stools near the end, she looked nervously around before turning to the bartender.
"I'd like... an apple soda, please."
((Of course!))
Kain nodded, pulling out a medium cup. He mixed soda water together with apple syrup, adding a little grape for flavor. Satisfied, he set it in front of Jessica with a smile. His attention was soon pulled away by a scene near the back wall, where Anjee was flirting with another girl. Much to the amusement of the male patrons watching she kissed the girl solidly, winked to the crowd, and walked to a nearby table to grab the empty mugs. Kain shook his head and muttered. "Silly lass. Always makin' a show."
Server: Virtue
Felis Noctu (50MM Necro/Miasma)
Night Widow Noctu (23SoA)
Toxica Mentis (50Troller Ill/Kin)
Thunder Kiandra (2*Tank WP/SS)
((I maybe popping in here. If I do I will probably be outside the continuity of any character I am using elsewhere. Give me a little while I have three characters that are trying to find a way to fit here))
HaloInc
Triumph:
Heroes: Lady Halifax, Miss Kia, WhiteLotus, Agent Immolate, Lady Empathy, Sylence Fyredancer, Maiden of Fire
Villains: Innocent-Ella, Aegis-Sprite, Midnight Dragonfly
((Ahh well anyone can fit in here :P I plan on adding another character. She won't be "omnipotent" though like the other two, just to be there :P))
Server: Virtue
Felis Noctu (50MM Necro/Miasma)
Night Widow Noctu (23SoA)
Toxica Mentis (50Troller Ill/Kin)
Thunder Kiandra (2*Tank WP/SS)
"Oh come on! Don't tell me that's ALL you got!" shouted the massive, grey-skinned brute at a prone, blue and green clad man.
"Nah, Ah finkf ah'm domef..." muttered the hero as he held his bleeding nose with one hand and the bone protruding from his thigh with the other. "Asf soom asf mah beacom kicths inf, ah'm gome."
Almost as soon as he had said that, the hero started fading out as his medi-porter finally kicked in. The brute was soon left with nothing more than some blood stains on the ground and since he wasn't a vampire he didn't give a damn about those.
"Not a single challenge in this whole damned zone," Brutish Ghoul cursed as he irritably punted a trashcan straight into the head of a passing Shivan.
The alien monstrosity stumbled back, stunned, and then turned and attacked the nearest human, which happened to be a small patrol of Freakshow. The ensuing battle did little to calm Ghoul's nerves.
"[censored]," he said. "Might as well go check out that bar or whatever Mechcanical Mayhem said had opened. I could use a drink."
Bounding into the air, Ghoul started searching for the location of this new bar, just about the only one set up in Bloody Bay that was still open, really. After interrogating a couple of Freaks, the brute was finally able to find the place and pushed the door open.
Pausing for a moment to scan the clientel, there sure were a lot more people than Ghoul had expected, the brute eventually stepped inside and pulled up a seat at the bar next to some woman. He glanced over the barkeep's head to check out what was in stock but couldn't decide what to try. Truth to tell, Ghoul hadn't had a beer since he had started working as a thug and couldn't remember what was good or not.
"I'll have whatever he's having," Ghoul told the bartender, hooking a thumb at an Arachnos Wolf Spider sitting, almost passed out, at a table with a Longbow Spec Ops trooper.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
A song came over on the jukebox...
And if anyone had been looking towards the door, they would see small whisps of flame curling up under the frame, the whisps seeming to disppere without causing any damage.
The flames aburptly stopped, as the door was pusched open.
A tall figure, one over eight and a half feet, walked in through the door.
He had obsidian horns raising up from underneith long, stark white hair. His eyes were unusual, dull green rings around bright green pupils. His smile showed moderatly pointed teeth, with matching pointed ears. His skin was a dusky, tan color, his chest covered with a black shirt and matching black pants, seperated with a black leather belt wrapped around red cloth. Black wraps covered his forearms and long, deep red cloak swayed behind him as he strod over to the bar.
He sat down one place away from a large grey man, and simply looked ahead to see what was in stock. He never could really tell the difference between one beer compaired to the next.
He looked over to the, reletivly tall, human barkeep.
"I'l take the strongest beer you got in the biggest glass you got, my friend," he said, as he layed out a 50 on the counter, "and keep em comming!" he finished, his deep voice holding a jovil tone.
Global - @El D
Servers - Protector
Kain dropped a mug of Pale Ale and a tall glass of some clear liquid respectively in front of the two newcomers. He grinned. "Enjoy fellas." He pulled the money off the counter, just as Anjee waved to the newcomers.
"Looks loike we 'av sum new faces! Ye nu waat, oi tink de puppy shud com oyt ter play!"
With that she walked through a door into the back, and a clank was heard. What followed was a crash, a yell, and the doors slamming open as a rather large dog-like beast burst through them. It slid to a halt on the slippery floor, head snapping around. It was just over 6 foot high at the shoulder, rather long, and looking overall like something they'd otherwise be fighting, if this weren't a bar. It's fur was thick, a rusty-like reddish brown, with bright blood red eyes and long dripping fangs.
"Razi, git back 'ere!!"
Anjee came rushing out of the back, slowing down to a walk once she realized the beast wasn't causing any trouble. Anjee reached up and scratched the beast's ears, who lowered her head for easier access.
"Don't be shy! She won't bite... unless ye want 'er ter!"
Anjee grinned and moved off, gathering orders and refills.
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((Razi is a Faram, a creation by Reilaine, also known as Bananapaws. Unlike most Farams, Razi is like a large dog, whereas most of them are violent, even psychotic. She's a definite oddity. Also, thought I'd mention that females have human-like breasts, however Razi is fluffy enough that they can't be seen, they're hidden under a tuft of fur. Just treat her like one of the werewolf war wolf thingies o.o
Feel free to play with Razi if you want! Or pet her, or whatever. She's really just a big puppy :P
Name: Razi
Identification Number: F9624
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Species: Faram
Height: 6' 2"(on all fours) 12' 7'' (attempting to stand on hind legs)
Weight: 358 lbs
Occupation: Fighter, Pet
Image: Generic Faram Male (--Adult Warning-- for minor accurate animal biology, if you catch my drift. Do not view if you are offended by such things. You have been warned!)
Personality: Since birth, she's been an oddity, as considering her genetics she should be violent, possibly psychotic. In fact she tries to act cute, she's cuddly, and just begs for attention. She isn't the biggest fan of talking in english. It isn't that she doesn't know how, she just tends to act more like a big dog than the typical Faram. If it wasn't for that fact that she's too big, she'd be a lap dog. Not that this stops her from trying. Under usual circumstances this would make her bait. However, she is a brutal fighter, and smart enough to know that the fights aren't just about the kill. She tries to extend the fight as long as possible to entertain the viewers, landing blows to less vital areas at first. She knows that the happier the people around her are, the happier she'll end up being. She's an incredible fighter, that if nothing else being passed down through her genes. If not for the reputation of her species, she would probably make an excellent pet.
Appearance: She's a bit smaller than the typical faram, but just as bulky. Her fur is speckled reddish-brown, darker colored on the tips of her ears, her hand and feet, and the end of her tail. Her eyes are a bright red, and combined with the typical build of a faram, she gives off a sinister vibe that doesn't at all fit her personality. She's living proof that appearances aren't everything. Her solid black claws are larger than normal, and her coat of fur is a little thicker than most Farams. Her personality closer to that of a big dog, when she's happy she can be seen panting, a long black tongue hanging from her mouth. Her chest is covered by thick fur, and can't be seen.))
Server: Virtue
Felis Noctu (50MM Necro/Miasma)
Night Widow Noctu (23SoA)
Toxica Mentis (50Troller Ill/Kin)
Thunder Kiandra (2*Tank WP/SS)
Gratefully accepting the drink, Jessica wrapped her hands around the cool glass. Taking a sideways glance at the man who had sat next to her, she raised an eyebrow at him. Brushing her dark hair back to avoid staring him any further, she began to sip at her drink slowly.
Dressed in black, Jessica's slim form was further accenturated by the leather. A billowing similar coloured cape was sweeping behind her, although the wooden floor looked clean enough that she didn't mind its contact with the ground. A pair of tinted blue glasses perched on her nose, and she took another sip, this time turning to the other clientele.
Setting her glass on the counter behind her, she fished out the card she had taken out earlier. Jessica mouthed the words to herself once more:
Meet me at the Titan's Chamber by noon.
Sighing, she put the card away once more. Who she was supposed to meet, she didn't know, but one thing was for certain; whoever he or she was, would have a lot of explaining to do.
((Someone gets to meet me. ^^ If no one wants it, I can so roleplay with myself.))
Aeonnoyna Illoyneiass stepped lightly into the bar and slowly scanned the area with her deep blue eyes. Satisfied enough she entered.
It was immediately obvious that Aeonnoyna was an elf-girl. The graceful soft features and elongated ears being an instant give away. She was actually short for an elf of her species barely over six feet.
Her eyes were deep pools of calming azure (at the moment) and her long straight silky hair was golden blonde. She was dressed in simple robes of a satiny silky nature that were slightly sheer. She had no modesty, but there were enough layers to obscure things that should not be presented publicly. The robes were a mixture of reds, oranges and golds, that flowed off of her body as if she were in a constant breeze.
The way she moved was utterly graceful, even with the slight skip to her step that added a playful bounce. She chose to seat herself at an empty table near the middle of the bar and with her back to the wall. She crossed her long legs and sat straight and regally while she waited for service
HaloInc
Triumph:
Heroes: Lady Halifax, Miss Kia, WhiteLotus, Agent Immolate, Lady Empathy, Sylence Fyredancer, Maiden of Fire
Villains: Innocent-Ella, Aegis-Sprite, Midnight Dragonfly
((Bah, now that the 'appearances can be deceiving' can has been opened, I'm having serious resistance issues here. Curse you, Thunderbug, I have end of terms to study for! 
))
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
Characters
http
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boards
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cityofheroes
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com
There.
That was the appropriate URL.
The internet entity known only as Player-1 was doing what was commonly referred to as "browsing the internet". Code sifted by and wafted by her own code as she swam through the constantly-shifting and changing programming of the internet, using the URL as a guide to her destination. Pictures flashed in front of her as bits and pieces of the page started to load in front of her, sliced apart but slowly splicing together as the data was transferred from their server to her internal browser.
The main website of the City of Heroes game. She was close.
"Celebrate 3 Years of City of Heroes With The Development Team!"?
Hmm. Tempting. She enjoyed celebrations--they were fun.
"Three years ago City of Heroes exploded into the Online Gaming scene! Countless hours and many thousands of players later it is still going strong!"
Ahh, so very tempting. They sounded so excited--but, of course, they were the PR representations. They were supposed to be excited, even if something was crap. As the manager from Dethklok put it, "[censored] sandwich, tastes great!".
The playerbase, however, was more honest. Though most of them were little more than incoherent prepubescent schoolkids, at least they didn't hold back their opinion.
She moved around on the webpage, clicking upon "Community". The bar expanded.
Forums, Veteran Rewards, Fansite Portal, Fan Art, Fansite Kit, Contests, Fan Fiction, Newsletters, Fan Submission Guidelines...hmmm.
Yeah. Forums. Isn't that where she had originally intended to go, anyway? The URL was BOARDS.cityofheroes.com, not just cityofheroes.com. Why hadn't she gone there to begin with?
She shrugged. Probably just a glitch in the browser. She made a mental note to check it out later.
Click.
Ah. The Player VS Player forums had been expanded. Interesting. Looks like the devs were finally starting to listen to their PvP playerbase. It was about time, she noted with wry smile. The "PWNZ" forum somewhat worried her, though, as it pretty much encouraged bringing out the worst in a PvPer.
But, whatever. She wasn't a high enough level to participate in PvP, anyway, aside from level 5 fights. She was only...what, level 7 in-game?
She shrugged yet again.
Ah. The Roleplaying forum.
Create in-character threads to your heart's content...yes, the wonderful world of being IC. Where people considered themselves free, and yet were complete slaves to the whim of their creator and player.
Eeeh, what the hell. It'd been a while since she had mingled with roleplayers.
Click.
A steam of 1s and 0s flurried outside the entrance of the Titan's Chamber, swirling around like a hurricane that had decided to play with tops in its spare time. The visible code soon started to bundle together, solidifying into a female form--one could say she was nude, but with an entirely-black body without any bits at all, with blue-looking tech-y patterns all over her, she looked more like a hologram come to life than an actual human being. She lifted up her left hand, pressing into the air in a few places--she looked as if she was typing with one hand, and a few more presses later, a black trenchcoat, black pants, and black sunglasses had solidified around her body, giving her a look of someone from some cheap action movie about "being out of the system". The Matrix was a popular movie in the United States, perhaps she looked like something right out of it.
She smiled as she lifted up one hand to adjust her eyeglasses, opening up the door wide and peering about inside.
She stepped forward and swung open the door wide, grinning widely at all of the occupants. Strolling over to the bartop, she smacked the table, the sound echoing around the room.
"Oy, good sirs and ma'am! Any elixir here? I need a charge, my HP's getting low!"
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And speaking of charge...
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Power lines surged with extra charges as they carried an extra load in their lines, aside from just electricity. An entire extra being was on shipment today, hitchhiking the load as it zoomed around at the speed of power--though many disagreed specifically on the exact speed electricity traveled at, everyone agreed it was damn fast.
And this certain someone riding the lightning, so to speak, was experienced at it--he could turn on a dime, leap from conduit to conduit, and generally go whichever way was needed. And right now, the way that was needed was to the bar.
Steel Canyon. Full of power. Zooooooom past.
Skyway City. Not full of as much power, but at least it was a straight way. Zoooooooom past.
Bloody Bay. He had to make several leaps here--water didn't agree with electricity, and he had to leap from the hero base to the mainland. Zoooooooom past.
And then the bar. Lovely.
Lights flickered as he zoomed into their current, blazing past until he found a plugged in phone. The handle and receiver jiggled, then was promptly booted off the phone as a blaze of lighting shot out of the earrest, blasting onto the ground and then standing up straight, slowly forming into a man with a...certainly unique look. His wild hair sparked behind him as red electricity leapt off, finally quieting down.
Without even so much as a how-do-you-do, he marched his way on over to a stool next to Jessica Sorrow, plopping his form right down next to her and leaning against the table. It was certainly a strange sight, what seemed to be a demonic electric prisoner of some sort mingling with a hero.
"You came." He said simply, more electricity coursing over his entire form.
Ghoul ignored Player-1's entrance to gape at the electric guy. It wasn't everyday that you saw a man jump out of a wall socket.
...ok, well, he hadn't seen a guy with electric powers in a while, so what?
"How the hell do you make business in this raquet?" Ghoul asked the bartender as he gulped down half his drink in one swallow. "Must get a lotta friendly fire, ya know what I mean?"
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
Jessica's eyes widened, and she almost dropped the glass of apple soda in shock. Momentarily distracted from the sight of the newcomer who sat next to her, she hastily wiped the spilled drink off her lap, then affixed the man with an annoyed look.
"Of course I came; why wouldn't I? The note was, afterall, shoved in locker of mine, a locker that I thought was inaccessible to all but me." She wiped a drip of soda from the glass with the tip of her gloved finger. "Anyways, we'll get to that. After I get myself a refill."
Jessica placed her glass on the table and smiled at the bartender. "May I have a refill, please? And one for this... shockingly mysterious man as well."
A chuckle, obviously pleased, came from the front door as a blond man, about 6"3', and VERY red and shiny, stepped through. "Nice one... Shocking, and he uses electricity..." he spoke in a slightly faded British accent, "Priceless."
"You would think that, dork." another voice spoke behind him, soon revealed to be of a very... unique character.
His face was shrouded in shadow, but would could be seen was not of skin. His jaw held in place, no matter how unlikely that it should, and his cheek bones glowed, newly waxed. He was covered in a dark cloak and hood, mixed in with black and red clothing.
Experiment 2.0, the man in red armour, rolled his eyes as he came to the bar. He sat down, and instantly spun and leaned on the bar itself as Blind Messenger, the necromancer in the black and red garb, sat beside him. "You're boring, Blindy."
"Don't call me Blindy."
Experiment spun again. "Excuse me! A coke for the tech genius, and a rootbeer for the emo-guy!"
"Pepsi."
"Rootbeer, my good bartender!"
"You're such a jerk." Blind finished, rolling his eye-nerves and sighing...
...Although, it was kind of hard to tell how, what with his lack of lungs, tongue, and... Well, actually, every other vital body part.
The tall mans eyes widned slightly at the *strange* entrance of the electricly charged man. Then he lifted his glass and drained it, and looked over at the man in red armor.
Some how, the guy in red armor seemed familiar to the tall man.
"You seem...familiar," the tall man said, turning to face the newcomer, "but my mind seems...flat...at the moment...my names El D..." he said, still thinking on how he knew or thought he knew, the man in red armor.
Global - @El D
Servers - Protector
The man quickly waved his hand dismissively. "...ah. I'm sorry to have made your drink spill all over yourself, but...really, you don't need to get me anything. I shouldn't drink, really."
He thought for a quick moment, then added in. "...I know it's not alcoholic, but I really shouldn't drink it, either. I meant I shouldn't drink as in the pasttime of consuming liquids as a whole, not drinking alcohol."
((Holy moly o.o I get busy for a day or two and come back to this? You people are nuts! YAY! Crazy people! As for "appearances can be deceiving", yeah, Razi is like that :P Most Farams would think nothing of ripping you to pieces, all she wants to do is sit on your lap <.<)
Razi looked around the room with a yawn, then started over towards the people sitting at the bar. For being such a large beast she was rather quiet and graceful, padding nearly silently towards them.
Kain handed out more drinks, making refills and setting out seconds and thirds for those who didn't need them quiet yet but probably would soon. He took a collection of dirty mugs from Anjee and set them in the sink, taking more from a shelf under the bar and filling them with various drinks. These were handed back to Anjee, who took off on her rounds again with a smile.
Server: Virtue
Felis Noctu (50MM Necro/Miasma)
Night Widow Noctu (23SoA)
Toxica Mentis (50Troller Ill/Kin)
Thunder Kiandra (2*Tank WP/SS)
Aeon eyed Anjee up and down as she came closer to the table her focus settled on her orange-red hair. Her thin lips curled into a pleasant smile, and her eyes sparkled approvingly.
When she spoke it was in the beautiful elven language. Her voice was light and musical, and everything youd picture an elfs voice to be.
As Razi stalked quietly to the bad Aeon ask something else in Elven.
((Let me know if she understands elfish or not))
HaloInc
Triumph:
Heroes: Lady Halifax, Miss Kia, WhiteLotus, Agent Immolate, Lady Empathy, Sylence Fyredancer, Maiden of Fire
Villains: Innocent-Ella, Aegis-Sprite, Midnight Dragonfly
((She'd have absolutely no clue :P))
Anjee stopped at the table, smiling brightly. "Oi'm sorry miss? Oi don't tink oi caught dat."
Razi slunk down, going into sneak mode. Not that it mattered, it's not like anyone could possibly miss her.
Server: Virtue
Felis Noctu (50MM Necro/Miasma)
Night Widow Noctu (23SoA)
Toxica Mentis (50Troller Ill/Kin)
Thunder Kiandra (2*Tank WP/SS)
Pardon and greetings, I am Aeonnoyna Illoyneiass. I would appreciate a glass of Sweetwater Wine*
*A fairly common but excellent Elven wine that could be found in many dimensions
Aeon offered her hand; it was very warm to the touch. Her head nodded gracefully to indicate Razi. What is the beasts name? The term beast wasnt the least bit insulting in her elven tongue on the contrary in many context it was complimentary.
Aeon gently maintained her grasp on Anjee. Her voice dropped an octave, her long fingers warmed further, as the lights from the bar danced playfully in her eyes.
Also bring me a Copper-Vesuvius** with four mugs
**A drink of molten copper with various other minerals for spice, server h o t
HaloInc
Triumph:
Heroes: Lady Halifax, Miss Kia, WhiteLotus, Agent Immolate, Lady Empathy, Sylence Fyredancer, Maiden of Fire
Villains: Innocent-Ella, Aegis-Sprite, Midnight Dragonfly
(Yes, I know descriptions aren't required, but I feel compelled to write one. Not to mention, this is a new RP character of mine and I wanna get some facts straight.
Villain Name: Corrupted Youth
Real Name: Jake
Age: 16
Height: 5'10"
Sex: Male
Appearance: White styled hair with blast goggles on his forehead. He wears a black trenchcoat with a white T-Shirt underneath, as well as black baggy cargo pants.
Description: Having a father that was internationally regarded due to his success at having created devices for Running Bear [Yes, he's my main, just roll with it.] naturally couldn't have lead to a normal life, and such is the case with Jake. His father, only days after his international recognition, was targetted by several villain groups, primarily Crey and Arachnos. Arachnos, being... well... Arachnos, struck first, using a psionic assault on the residence of Jake's father for seven days and nights straight. However, one must always account for human error, even if one is completely, er, human. The fortunatas had focused on the wrong brain waves, instead mentally attacking Jake and twisting his views and opinions. The fortunatas had not realized their mistake until Jake, being the compulsive child that he always was in addition to being an intelligent and Arachnos corrupted teen, had stolen his father's prototype technology and purchased a one way ticket to the Rogue Islands.
There, that didn't take too long... even with the accidental deletion halfway through... Anyway, on to the story.)
Jake was standing atop a building letting the wind blow thorugh his semi-longish hair when his single assault bot that he had out had registered dead on his scanner. <Dammit, again?> He thought, scratching his head in wonder. <Those things can usually take the fodder that come here.> He sighed and brought his head to a stray hero that happened to be running by in search of one of the fallen meteors. "You." He stated, throwing down many little devices allowing three battle drones, two protector bots, and one assault bot to appear, all aiming at the newbie hero. "Can you tell me why there's such a sudden increase in activity here? This place is usually like the unwanted step child of the Rogue Islands and Paragon City alike." The hero naturally looked extremely frightened and nearly ran away were it not for the forcefield that Jake had just thrown up around him. "You are going to answer my question or come very close to dying, if you're lucky." The hero cracked and started blurting out some nonsense about a new bar that had opened up in Bloody Bay. Jake groaned and put his hand to his forehead. <I'm losing shivan shards because some heroes want to get drunk?> "Might as well check it out..." He mumbled, activating a jetpack that he generally kept on his back. "I appreciate the help. That forcefield should wear off in a minute or two." He said, flying off, his bots quickly following after.
Jake arrived at the entrance to the bar with two signs, one reading 'No shirt, No shoes, No problem.' Jake sighed and read the other one that jokingly said, 'No pets allowed. (Tough luck masterminds.)' He sighed even louder at this one and threw small devices on all his pets, instantly teleporting them away to a secret storage building he had installed into his Villain Group's base of operations. He usually wouldn't pay mind to such an obvious joke, but he didn't feel like personally dealing with anything tonight and decided that it would be better to play it safe rather than sorry. Upon entering the bar he heard the loud roar of conversation and the loud music being pumped into the air via the juke box in the corner. He winced initially at the sudden increase in noise but quickly adjusted to it and took a seat at the bar. "One Shiner Light if you would." He said, sitting down and putting his hands on his cheeks allowing his forearms to support his head. <Still can't believe that this is why I'm losing shivan shards...> He thought grudgingly, adjusting his position and looking around the room.
(Edit: Fixed a typo.)
(Double Edit: *looks up* Daaaang... That's a lot of typing for me...)
"Got it! De copper-vesuvius may take a bit dare though, 'un." With that Anjee gave the elven woman a smile and took off for the front counter, dropping off the various drinks along the way. This included a rather shocking, no pun intended, blue liquid energy drink for the newcomer Player-1. "Dat shud do ye!"
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Razi finally met her target and attempted to shover her head under Jessica's arm. She was trying to pull the cute puppy approach, which she just couldn't -quite- pull off with her size.
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Kain laughed at Razi, rubbing out another glass. He set it down and started filling up two mugs, one with root beer and the other with Pepsi. He cast a wink over to Blind and switched the mugs, giving Experiment 2.0 the root beer and Blind Messenger his Pepsi. At Ghoul's remark he chuckled. "More than ye' know. That's why we put dat cage in the corner."
((Hope I covered everyone. Just tell me if I missed ya O.o))
Server: Virtue
Felis Noctu (50MM Necro/Miasma)
Night Widow Noctu (23SoA)
Toxica Mentis (50Troller Ill/Kin)
Thunder Kiandra (2*Tank WP/SS)
Blind glanced down at the fizzy drink, grinned, nodding his head, and gripped it and turned from his 'friend' quickly as Experiment began talking again. "Yeah, you better drink that frooty-tooty rootbeer... 'Cause you aren't getting anything else." he said, grinning widely in satisfaction of causing the law-breaking necromancer some pain.
"Oh, I wouldn't think otherwise," Messenger muttered, sipping on the drink. 2.0 raised an eyebrow inquisitively, shrugged, and sipped his own drink.
He coughed slightly, then straightened up angrily.
"Hardy har har." he said, his comment dripping with sarcasm, as he pushed the drink away.
Blind simply chuckled behind his back, drinking the pepsi yet again.
Anjee flitted from table to table, spreading drinks left and right. They had only opened the bar 15 minutes ago, and already they were packed nearly to bursting. The popularity of the bar had risen dramatically in the past few months, what their being really the only not-trashed bar that accepted supers. Most in Paragon had banned supers from entering due to damage, and those in the Rogue Isles typically were trashy and horrible. However, in the Titan's Chamber all were welcome, and served with a smile.
"Al' 'appy? Gran'!" Anjee spoke with a thick Irish accent as she cleared off the empty mugs from a table. She didn't even flinch when a crash sounded from the cage. Some object had just been smashed against someone else's head. This was a common occurance in the pit, nothing to worry about. She set the mugs on the bar for Kane to gather and clean, and went back out onto the floor to chat with the patrons. On the way a hand crossed her rear end, goosing her.
She turned immediately, with a big smile. The man before her was easily twice her size, even sitting down he was eye to eye with her. "Aye, wud ye loike somethin', 'un?" The man grinned, speaking up in a rough voice. "Yeah. I'd like to know why something as hot as you is working here in a bar. You should come home with me, I could give you a better time than anyone else here!"
The bar went silent. The jukebox took that particular moment to switch to "Nickelback - Next Contestant", and those who were regulars inwardly laughed at the irony.
"Ah, well tanks 'un! But oi'm perfectly 'appy 'ere."
The man stood, placing a hand on her shoulder, the smile on his face if anything getting wider.
"No, really, I insist. This is no place for someone as sexy as you."
Anjee's gaze locked onto the meaty hand on her shoulder, then back.
"Naw, tanks. Nigh kindly remove yerself before oi do it for ye."
"Oh? And what are you going to do if I don't, little missy?"
"Last chance, 'un."
"I'm not leaving."
Anjee didn't respond with words. She merely sent a fist into his gut, which knocked him back over the table behind him, crashing to the floor. She walked around the table while cracking her knuckles. The man's eyes were wide and he was scrambling back away from her. He obviously didn't expect such a show of strength from such a little girl. She stopped in front of him and leaned over, pulling him up onto his feet by the collar. A patron by the door knew what was coming, and had already opened the door outside. Anjee spit in both palms, rubbed them together, smiled sweetly, pulled back, and landed a blow square to his jaw. He went flying out the door and hit the ground, sliding several yards and laying there.
"Have a gran' day!"
She turned and walked back into the building, dusting her hands off. She gave a quick "Tanks, 'un" and a peck on the cheek to the patron who had opened the door, then headed back to the bar to pick up the prepared mugs of beer. The pub had returned to it's normal level of noise, conversations starting back up and the jukebox switching to "Robert Palmer - Why Get Up?"
"Who al' needs refills? Got dem roi 'ere!"
Server: Virtue
Felis Noctu (50MM Necro/Miasma)
Night Widow Noctu (23SoA)
Toxica Mentis (50Troller Ill/Kin)
Thunder Kiandra (2*Tank WP/SS)