A towering titan of a man kicked his way into the bar. The door opened with a deafening thud, and the man made his way into the bar. He walked with the robustness of a military general, his red longcoat gleaming in the light. Light was reflected off his sword, which looked sharp and deadly, as usual. He towered over the other people in the bar, his very appearance inspiring fear and submission as he thread past the flurry of people.

Well, he didn't even have to find his way around. The people in the bar moved aside, as they were visited by such an intriguing man who might as well be the messenger of Death itself. He took a seat at the counter of the bar, his disposition still as threatening as the evening sky. His crimson eyes interlocked with those of the bartender, recreating the scene of a bloody warfield, plagued with bloodshed and anguish.

He then loosened up into a shit-eating grin.



"One mug o' beer, scuttlepants!"

(OOC Note: I forgot that to say that Bogart was carrying a suitcase with him.)

An awfully busty and short.. rabbit? came along. It was, in fact, a figure who was draped in various furs as well as a muted yellow hood, framing the 'face'. Blackwood was formed and shaped into a rabbit mask with long, frayed ears shooting off the top of it. Beads were intricately strewn and sewn across the mask as well as some shabbily placed whiskers springing from the muzzle.

The masked figure made its way past the fights and right into the Shit Faced Tavern. Its tight and layered boots pitter-pattered along as the rabbit reached the bar, slipping into the seat beside the titan with crimson eyes (@ChickenTeriyaki). It looked up at him, ears bobbing. The height difference was almost comical.

Not far off from the rabbit, a similarly and tightly clothed individual followed. However, they were much taller and impeccably thinner even with the layers of fur. This particular individual had a fox mask, formed from the same blackwood and embellished with the similar beads though there were notably fewer. The fox kept its distance from the rabbit, unmoving and almost bored. It stood in the corner, not even glancing at the other patrons.

Both the rabbit and the fox said nothing.

((OOC Note: I'm really new and I literally have no idea what I'm doing C; ))

The dancing girl, having finished aiding her allies in combat through her magics, had assumed a new form. A girl with a bounty on her head had to take precautions. She stepped out of one of the above room, following on the heels of a local farmer and accepted the small pouch of coin that she had earned. Letting him depart she flipped at her teal blue skirts, ascertaining that they were hanging correctly and then stared down from the balcony at the tavern proper.



She was now a redhead, her eyes much more deeply limned in kohl and her eyebrows more arched than before. Her hair swept backwards in a lion's mane of dark scarlet. Idly she played with one of the many chains hanging from her outfit while she stared downwards at those newly arrived. First was a large man of towering dark intent took a seat at the tavern's bar. He was of interest to her, large powerful men who could provide protection were always of interest to her. Then without any sort of warning he shattered his image of stoic resolute restrained violence with a foolhardy grin and a request for ale that could have been launched from a Jester's wand.

Then there were two figures, both masked, a rabbit and a fox. They pretended not to have any connection but such strange arraignment, their similarities belied that. Perhaps one was bodyguard for the other? Or perhaps, the dancer considered, one was hunting the other in some sort of ritualistic fashion? She had read and witnessed stranger things from faraway cultures.

Upon receiving his beer, Bogart then reached in one of his many pockets for a gold coin. He had been halfway into sipping the beer when something caught his attention. A masked figure (@mablesyrup) stared up at him, frozen in demeanor. Bogart was befuddled, for nobody had dared to stare right into his face before.

"Say, whaddya be lookin' for, kiddo? Nobody I've met across the continents has ever returned mah glare back at me, sonny!"

Bogart turned away from the masked figure. He hoped that it wasn't an assassin, nor a thief. Those runts were hard to deal with. The towering titan of a man then turned towards the bartender (@Infamous Empath). He leaned heavily on the counter, which threathened to collapse under pressure.

"So, imma be hearin' all this ruckus outside. What in the mountains and seas is happenin', buddy?"

The rabbit let out a soft chuckle at Bogart's(@chickenteriyaki remarks, particularly at the nicknames they were addressed by. A soft voice erupted from the mask, partially muffled but for the most part, discernable,

"Why not?"

The rabbit reached forward and tapped the bar with a gloved hand. Magic? Boredom? Sleek and shiny claws jutted from the glove, tap-tapping against the bar. Nothing appeared to happen besides the fox moving, making it's way to the left some. The fox's attention focused for once, particularly on the dancing girl(@assallya. Stoic as always, the fox only watched though its legs did seem to quiver as if to pounce or perhaps, run away. Their motives couldn't be pinned.. at least not yet.

The fox only watched for a brief moment before also coming to the bar, walking in long strides. The fox reached into its coats and furs, pulling out a small pouch. The rabbit reached up, not even glancing backward, and took the bag, bringing its bosom. With the clawed glove, it reached inside and pulled out a single coin. It held it out towards the bartend (@Infamous Empath). It sparkled and gleamed a soft green but it was terribly foreign, most likely unseen and worthless unless one was incredibly well traveled. The rabbit spoke again,

"Water. Hot."

The fox didn't stay long behind the rabbit, quickly retreating to the sidelines and a raspy chanting leaked from holes in the mask. Nothing would happen though, he was probably just mad. Once more, the fox returned to watching but oddly enough, he still seemed to be fixated on the dancing girl. Most likely the scandalous wear..?

The redheaded dancing girl was having difficulty deciding. Tapping gently at her lower lip she returned the appraising of the fox masked man using only the corner of her eye. What was his interest? Was it simply lust? Lust of that magnitude often paid quite well and what was that coin? Could it be? It appeared to be celestial jade.

The girl's desire rose up inside her. She wanted that gem. It may not be what she thought it was but she could tell it was valuable and very likely magical. However, what if it was a trap? She didn't recognize the attire. She couldn't identify which lands specifically this pair came from. They weren't of the Shining Sands, nor the Sun Washed Anvil so she rather suspected they weren't after her for the bounty on her head.

Hips swaying, the dancing girl descended the stair case, caressing the railing as she carefully floated down the staircase into the tavern. That was when she turned her attention on the fox masked man, delivering the full weight of her illusionary green eyes on him. Walking directly towards his seat, never once breaking eye contact. She didn't even look away when she placed one bare foot upon the empty chair and used it as a stool to ascend to the top of the fox's table.

Then she began to dance, first raising one forearm, hand help limply until the wrist caressed her own cheek and pressed her head backwards into a roll across her shoulders even as she lifted one of her bare feet to follow the motion. She stepped and moved, slipping deftly between the crockery, her hips beginning to sway, her many anklets clinking together like a sequence of bells. Her skirt slipped across a bottle, washing its surface as it passed over like a teal shadow before she began undulating her hip, the muscles rippling, the low slung skirt and silver embroidery bouncing.

She danced in silence, eyes fixated on the man, she danced ever lower, fingers occassionally reaching for his mask but always shying away, lest she scare him off, her knees bending but her hips and arms moving to a silent rhythm until finally she fell to her knees on the table before him and slipped backed into the dancer's repose, arching her lower back over several pieces of crockery.

Then she rose, lifting herself at the hips, and looked into the eyes of his mask again.

The fox-masked man didn't seem to be particularly affected by the dancing girl's seductive movements at all. He simply stared back at her, letting her touch him. He didn't even move. What a creeper. By now his mutterings had stopped and the looming darkness in the eye slits of his mask said nothing.

The Rabbit perked from its chair and glanced backward. If it could have frowned visibly, it would've. The rabbit tapped its claws on the counter some more with a satisfying 'ratta tat tat' that seemed to resonate throughout the tavern. The Fox perked, glancing over. It was obvious to anyone who was paying attention that they were communicating.

The Fox seemed to shrug off the Rabbit and look back to the dancing girl. He reached out a hand to her, going to touch her stomach... No. To touch the jewels and clinking strands that were hanging there. He gave them a soft tug before his claws traced her upwards to her neck and then her cheek. The Rabbit watched before whipping right around, ears bobbing. After a brief moment, the Fox removed his touch, dug into his pockets and produced a bead. He held it out to the dancing girl.

The bead was a deep red color and had a certain glimmer. Most fools probably wouldn't think it was valuable but the Fox evidently thought otherwise. His hand was hesitant.

The claws slowly drawing themselves across the dancing girl's lithe body sped her heart, causing her blood to race. The ripple of fear slipping through her form. Then came the rabbit's reaction. The dancing girl simply couldn't figure it out. The only thing she was sure of at the moment was that disappearing alone into a room with the fox probably wasn't a good idea given his claw play. After all, men usually didn't try and terrify their prospective paramours.

The bead then was a bit of a surprise. What was it? Was it a peace offering? Was it patronage? She accepted his gift humbly.

"My thanks," she said as she carefully moved from a crouch to descend from the table upon which she danced.

She moved carefully, keeping her eyes on the fox like he was some sort of threat because, very rightly, he likely was. Then she made her way towards the back towards the kitchen and, more importantly, the stables that contained her vardo wagon.

Yes, she was going to have to change her avenue of attack with these two. She was going to have to revert back to scrying. See just what was under those masks and what their relationship was. She probably should prepare a spell from the books involving translation just in case the pair spoke in an exotic tongue.

A wall collapsed halfhazardly into preschool play stone-bricks, as the black solidarity recinded there fell out, late but not court magerned, the STAR WARS Imperial Royal Guard 1st Sergeant Dabrowski.

While rising to the occaison Sebastian started hearing the music https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=4z6cRbPbWfQ within his helmet.

He spoke at the chamber full with women. "I aught to place my force-pike down and just start the pillow fight, but I'm in red."

At 1:23 of https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=NHBjdSRmRvU the unicorn had its neck snapped when Sebastian braced himself onto its horned forehead by a nimble reverse step aback, and then heaved himself over into a somersault flip while holding the unicorn in his strong arms. By the time it layed before him another unicorn had charged over it with horn aimed at Sebastian.

I stray to its left and struck deep into its eye. It fraggled, frooped, sputtered anguish in its horrorstup, as it began a malevolent rampage to sustain itself I had just gotten through the assault of the next straight 8 unicorns in hand-to-hand-courdination but pulled their eyes out instead of sending a fist through to its brain.

The retarded bunch of unicorns ravaged eachother to death.

I rewalked into the hallway from the great lounge of Princesses and made my helmet voicespeaker into music. Next played: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=IEwnfhuPJGs. I began to flank them.

There were ever two.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=TeR7HrrHpes

When the 2nd one altered Sebastians judgement on how a person survives "vertigo" she got her face smashed in, and head keeled over when he flipped agiley down onto her direction of focus from the point of view. Upon her he brandished his force-pike with a swish from right hand to his left hand but then a cad bane to the right and jabbed by his mantles hem into the other princesss dress top and triggered the weapon.

Her flesh obliterated through her through to the back of her and all over there over there. He finished the devistated princess under him with a special ordained somersault-twirl of the force-pike and said "Siphon this!" just before stabbing it two-handed upon her face eradicating her dreams.

"This is strange" Blackmist the Mage muttered as he watched the altercation unfold from the corner of the room "I need to drink fewer potions"

"Odd why am I even here?" Black asks himself.

"Now, where were we?.." I said to the women.

@reaping Adder

"Uhm what is uh going on?" I ask the stranger as I stroll over with a simple staff and grey robes.

@reaping Adder

"How rude of them this simply won't do" Black tapped his staff muttering an incantation holding the portal long enough for him to follow. So he followed the rude man and the warrior maidens.

A giggling winged snake girl slides out from under a table and follows the others into the portal. "Wait for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!" She then looks around the inside of the portal. "Wait what the heck? I thought this was the bus to the mall but now I'm not so sure."

@spiral origin

Solemnly with a nod Black agreed "Same but also not" his grey robes billowing behind tham as they appeared in some sort of stone corridor.

The winged snake girl whose name is Fiddles flies deeper into the stone corridor, looking all around with confusion. "Yo this place is whack!" She knocks on the walls with a knuckle, producing little sound. "Damn I want some cake."