[IC] TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

[Nightingale95]

Kira looked to the two and to reply she inly offered, "maybe if the moment arises." Kira looked around for the bar keep as she was highly uninterested in the knocking. After all who knocks on a bar door? It had to be someone drunk which is what she wished to be. Her nails tapped along the bar. Kira's eyes looked back to the boy, "so you make things? Like with machines? I'm not a fan of machines...it takes more force to destroy them. You can't just press your claws through the chest and rip out the beating heart and squeeze it until it splatters..." Kira smiled and streched unaware such a conversation was probably uncomfortable.

@Alisdragon911 @cloudystar

[cloudystar]

Pholus laughs a bit and nods his head at the mention of the job board. He now has an idea at what to do for the next few days and what to do for pay.

"I'll gladly take a job up when I get the chance to and I'll help you out in treating wounds if the needs arises because you seem rather friendly. What's your name ma'am if that's alright? And yes I make...not really machines, more like contraptions. I can make...small bombs and the like with the tools and materials I have. I could probably make larger machines of sorts if I had the items to do so and the time but I prefer much more hand held gadgets...for example."

He pulls a switch on his metal gauntlet to make it turn into a crossbow on top of it. Wasn't one of his best inventions...but then again, he didn't pull the other hidden and imprinted switches on the gauntlet for the other hidden things inside.

@Alisdragon911 @Nightingale95

[QwertyYerty]

@Alisdragon911

Deep tone. Kerg, a heavily armed Krogan, shifts his gaze across the tavern in a concerned but resigned movement of his scaly head.

"Where is this?" His voice sounds like growling, but his tone is confusion and wonder.

He has weapons, but they are stowed on his person. While he is dressed and armed like he is the middle of a covert and possibly violent mission, his movement and speech is like a man wondering in a dream. The entire scene was surreal to Kerg. He is rummaging through his memory for an explanation for his situation like a college student rummaging through his closet for his class notes.

In an almost daze like state, Kerg starts to plod to the fireplace like a man walking in heavy gear after coming inside from a bitter storm.

[Alisdragon911]

@Nightingale95@cloudystar@QwertyYerty

"You may get the chance to sink your claws into something, if you stick around. I could get you another bottle of stuff in that bottle." Ayeka says to Kira before getting a mop to clean up the spilled herbs and beer. "My name is Ayeka, I am glad you will help out in anyway you can." She stops moping as she notice Pholus weapon as she have not seen one like it before. She puts away the mop and walks towards the soilder, "can I help you with something?

[QwertyYerty]

@Alisdragon911

Kerg notices her. "Does this place serve Ryncol?"

[Nightingale95]

Kira looked at the weapon,the poor mortals they have to build such things as protections. She shook her head then breifly she looked toword the newcommer. "I'll need more than one, but for now I'll take another...hang out for a while."

@cloudystar@Alisdragon911@QwertyYerty

[QwertyYerty]

@Nightingale95

Kerg notices Kira too, wondering if Kira was talking to him.

[Alisdragon911]

@Nightingale95@QwertyYerty

Ayeka nods as she walks back to the bar and enters the storage room. She search through a box and pulls out a brown bottle. She exits the storage room and place the bottle in front of Kira. She grabs a bottle of Ryncol and a clean glass, she walks to the soilder. "Here is your drink," she says to him putting the bottle and glass on a nearby table.

[QwertyYerty]

@Alisdragon911

"How much?"

[Dark Light]

Clay soon returned, (fully clothed) to the tavern floor. He bounced down the steps and headed towards the bar. He passes Ayeka as moves behind it and begins searching for his last saved special brown bottle.
A frown takes his face as after failing to gind it he notices it in the hands of Kira. He eyes her evilly for a short moment.
After a defeated huff he rolls his eyes and heads out the back. Deciding it was time to brave the cellar once again in search of some more.

@Alisdragon911@Nightingale95

"Hey, can I get you anything?" He ask, stopping and pausing to look back at the wild timid young woman from before. @song book

[Snarfulblast]

"Hey Clay, here's a drink." Snarf hands everyone close to him a drink.

[Song Book]

Анна

She had emerged from under the table once more. Casually perched atop a seat glancing impaitently around the room. Wondering where the wolf went due to its wounds she was quite scared for it. If it had gotten into a fight with something. She couldn't lose another friend again..

"Hey, can I get you anything?" @Dark Light The man, now clothed fully thankfully, had returned from the staircase. Barely registering what he had said she proclaims something in russian. Muffled naturally as her voice was faint. Then again. Repeating it until her English clicked once more. She spoke up, " No thank you?"

The question was more towards herself. She had almost forgotten why she was here in the first place. Running from something big. Probably a bear. She hated bears.

Her face would scrunch up as she stared intently at the man. More or less going over all the bad things bears have done to her. Figuring out where he had come from without her notice. Usual things.

[Dark Light]

@Song Book

Clays mouth twisted into a smile as his friend handed him the drink, the dwarf knew his ale. Now not only did he have a drink in hand but he also didn't have to go down to that menacing mind-bother of a labyrinth known as 'the basement'. Even with his keen senses he almost always got lost.

Right now those senses instead had the pleasant satisfaction of being indulged elsewhere.
His nose intrigued as it dissected the faint mysterious odour of strong spirits in his glass, right down to their core ingredients. His senses of taste and feeling refreshed as he embraced the flavour and texture of the harsh but smooth liquid as it burnt its way down his throat.
Lastly his eyes, his sight the most indulged of all his senses as they drank up heavily of the view before him. His gaze sternly and joyfully locked onto the mysterious wild woman.

Silently he stood, curious, leaning against the wall, just drinking and observing.

[Alisdragon911]

@QwertyYerty@Dark Light

"It depends on how much you have on you," Ayeka says as she is not trying to take away all of his money but still want to give a good cost on the soilder's drink. Her ears turn red hoping that she did not give give Clay's bottle of ale to Kira. She would go into the basement to get a case of that special ale. She is relieve that Snarf has a secret stash hidden away somewhere.

[Varicke]

Ridley

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The door to the tavern swiftly opened with a burst. An oddly thin but tall purple figure towered within the frame. It looked like some kind of alien life-form that wondered it's way in. A finer examination of it's red wings and pterodactyl-like skull proved it to be not just any alien life-form but none other than Ridley to those that knew of him. He stepped in having to tuck his wings and lower his head just to fit through the door, luckily for him the tavern was much larger on the inside. He was well over 6 ft and towered over the patrons to which he glared menacingly at as he walked over to the bar before taking a seat, his tail idly wrapping around the base of it.

He was very tall indeed and had to crane his head down to look at the bartender lady @Alisdragon911. "... I don't recall your face around here dear." Ridley had been in the tavern a number of times far in the past, you could say it was his abode. "Then again, it has been quite some time since I've been here being it's rather difficult to find. Be a sweet young lady and fetch me a glass of Ethanol will you? Oh and make sure it's pure." Ridley held a smug look on his face. "It is nice though to see you still working here, dwarf." nodding over to Snarf @Snarfulblast."I hope that gruesome and rather bloody mess I had left behind from my last visit didn't prove too troublesome to clean up. That nosy bard did have it coming though, wouldn't you say? He did have rather good 'taste' however." he propped his head up with a clawed hand and chuckled darkly.

[QwertyYerty]

@Alisdragon911

As payment, Kerg hands Ayeka a small sketch of a Red Plains tree near a landing strip. The sketch was folded to fit in a pocket but otherwise almost brand new.

[Alisdragon911]

@Varicke@QwertyYerty

Ayeka smiles as she takes it from him as she puts the sketch and puts it in one of her apron pockets. Her ears twitch as someone called for her attention. She glance at the guy who wanted Ethanol, to her he look like between a dragon hybrid cross with something else she did not know at all. "Yes, sir." She says as she walks behind the bar to look through the selection of bottles on the shelf. She picks up a bottle that is label Ethanol. She grabs a glass and pours it into a glass, she puts it in front of guy with purple skin.

[Varicke]

Ridley

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@Alisdragon911

"Well, well, swift, to the point and no questions. My troops could learn a thing or two from you." he crooned. Long bony fingers immediately wrapped around the glass tossing the whole of it's contents down his throat. "Ah, nothing like the taste of toxic chemicals." He seemed to zone out for a moment before dropping the glass to the floor, the object shattering upon impact. His expression switched to mock surprise "Oops, my bad. I guess somebody's going to have to clean that up now." a cocky smirk was all he gave Ayeka as he rested his arms on the counter, turning his interest over to the other patrons.

Knutik

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@Dark Light@QwertyYerty@Nightingale95

Knutik had grown tired and weary since he first entered the tavern. Even though sleep wasn't something he needed, that didn't mean he couldn't feel mentally exhausted from time to time. He'd completely forgotten why he even went upstairs and just decided to let the matter go. He was ecstatic though to finally discover the name of at least one patron, he was getting tired of referring to everybody with titles. He melted into a puddle of black tarry liquid and mindlessly slid down the stairs considering he was feeling too apathetic and lazy to do much of anything at the moment.

Reforming at the bottom of the stairs he gave a glance over to the bar - first noticing some odd purple monster had entered the tavern and a couple of other new faces. Knutik was considering that perhaps he's overstayed his welcome by now. He usually doesn't remain in one spot for very long and yearned to go out searching for treasures again. On the other hand this is the first time he's ever encounter something so new from the mundane human world. A tavern that repairs itself, multiple locations of seemingly infinite universes, doors that make you forget what you've seen beyond them, people not o- ..... He froze. '.....Doors that make you forget... what you've seen beyond them...' he suddenly remembered why he went upstairs in the first place.... and then he was gone.

[Song Book]

Анна

Maybe it was worse for her as loud noises always made her uncomfortable. Such as when the door bursted open to reveal creature in colors she had only seen on the clothing sold in stores and spilled blood. @Varicke Before, or at least she would think, the creature could spot her she was under the table once more.

From her spot she muttered to her self some encouraging words. Peaking at the creature before revisiting her seat.
Instantly feeling eyes upon her in which she searched the tavern for. The man again was there at the bar. Staring at her with the gaze of a hawk. Her smoke filled eyes hazily gazing around the rest of the slowly crowding tavern. Covered up by ashen fur and heavy woolen garments. Soft plumes of greyed blonde curled infront of her face limiting what he could see of it.

Shattering of glass caught her attention from the man. Making the petite girl jump slightly. An short squeek a companing her moment of fright. Seeing it not something to be harmful her gaze drifted back to the walls of the tavern. A certain enchanting charm that kept her from making a dash to leave when ever frightened. Seemed to line them as she slowly forgot why she came here first off and instead started on about disipearing wolves and the man at the bar.

[Varicke]

Ridley

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The military commander peered with unblinking eyes to the jumpy figure under the table @Song Book. He locked eyes with her, or so it seemed being difficult to tell with no distinctive pupils. He looked like a predator, eyes pointedly glowing from the shadows of his features waiting for his prey to make the slightest mistake. "... Just what are you hiding from?" he hissed slowly in question. His tail unwinded from his chair, slowly swaying behind him to grab her attention.