[IC] The World of War: Central Hub/Main Thread/Chen's Tavern

[LeeRoy]

With a short moment of almost total alcohol induced blindness via eyes fuzzing over, Dunnaman damn near missed what went on. A lot of blurry movement and when his vision came back proper, it was quite clear that the metal man had separated from the group. Mumbling something about necessity and her phone, what exactly he had said fell on almost deaf ears. Since the shouting and hollering from the two or three women was driving his words from his head faster than he could speak them. It was clear, at least to his booze addled brain, that the Demon was using some kind of mind trick to distract the women while he got away with Jen's phone.

Oh ho ho, not today mister! Thought the warrior with ridiculously amazing hair and what amounts to the brain of a child while afflicted with the delicious ichor known as liquor. Wait I was supposed to say that out loud. . . I still haven't said it out loud. Dunnaman shook his head and stepped forward a bit, his hooves clicking on the wooden floor followed by a creak as his weight settled into it. His eyes, though very poorly focused, directed towards the thief. "You stole! You are a thief and that's wrong!" That wasn't clever at all, he should be ashamed of himself. But he really isn't, nor is he ashamed of just how misguided he is right now.

In reality, he might understand the situation a hair better if he had actually been listening. Maybe he wouldn't want to put his fist so far down Resolution's throat that he'll be shitting forearms for weeks. Perhaps he wouldn't already be standing less than five feet away from him with as deep of a scowl as he can muster with a numb and dumb face.

"The count of three, you have it. Run or get punched!" He raised his hairy ass arm towards Resolution, extending his finger towards the cybernetic man's face. Dunnaman's finger damn near touched his face as he pointed dramatically, or at least what he thought would look dramatic at the time. "I suggest you take option one!"

[Enki]

Pushing against Xio got a bit harder when one of the barmaids got in the damn way. It only angered Jen more as she pushed harder with her deceivingly small legs. Xio having enough of that, promptly gripped her by the pants and using his own strength combined with Jens' blind rage of a tackle to lift her over his head sending her soaring in the air. Jen seen nothing but the floor "above" her as she flew towards the panda who was in the wrong place, or the perfect place depending on the point of view.

She felt she was heading towards Liu and hopefully the large teddy bear could at least be a nice cushion for her so any attempts at shifting her weight or throwing out a kick wasn't even in a reactionary stage. Instead Jen's eyes close and inside of her mind she opens them to find herself standing in front of the graveyard. She just sighs and begins to look around to see if anything has changed this time and to her surprise off to the left is a new gravestone.

Walking over towards it it begins to give off a faint glow that gets brighter the closer she is to it. She finally can read what it says on the grim marker, etched into the stone was the name "Behemoth". She just laughs a bit and looks around before she hears the voice of the lady of the graveyard, a moniker she gave to it. "A gift to you" She says as the slender silhouette peeks out from behind the main crypt of the entire dark place.

Only a fraction of a second goes by outside in the real world as she is only a few feet in front of Liu flying towards him to make some sort of impact into the soft furry bar owner.

[MelonHead]

Unsurprisingly, considering where they were, everything was hurtling at breakneck pace towards a full blown brawl. In the middle of his tavern! Words having failed, the Pandaren did what was only natural and took in a great volume of air. However, before he could do anything further Xiomara thought it would be smart to throw the girl straight at him. He snarled, his pointed canines showing, as his hapless waitress got twisted and tangled up in the projectile flying toward him. Suddenly both hands lifted with surprising grace and dexterity, catching each woman respectively by their collars and twisting, allowing their weight to fall slowly onto the bar in front of him, where he brushed them to the side leaving them sitting around unharmed. The entire movement was incredibly quick, almost as if he had practiced the martial art of safely catching and dropping flying women. With that done, he turned back to the fighters in front of him in irritation, his lungs full. With a great slam he dropped both hands onto the wood of the bar in front of him, and opened his mouth, unleashing a deafening roar projected out in front of him.

“You will not fight in this tavern, leave, now.”

[Doc Doctor]

Donny entered the tavern just in time to see the Panda's outburst. Though startled, he wasn't caught off guard. He had seen some crazy shit this past year. Kung Fu wizards, secret agent aliens, even Batman. Batman, for fuck's sake, from those dumb comics. Now he had gone and gotten himself pulled into some sort of cosmic intersection for the deadliest entities in existence.

Oh well, Geronimo.

Donny slipped both hands into the deep pockets of his overcoat. His fighting stance. No, scratch that. As a rule of thumb, he avoided fighting. It was his killing stance. The right hand stayed put. The left withdrew a pack of cigarettes. He flicked one out and took it between his lips, and then lefty went back into hiding. He wasn't ready to light up yet. In situations like this, preparation and knowledge came first. Also, some fucking coffee.

Donny stalked silently up to the bar, all noir and shit with the brim of his fedora tilted over his eyes. He stopped at the counter and took his hat off, setting it on a stool to his left. Orange hair, sprayed back, resembled licks of subdued fire impressed down his scalp. He shrugged off the large duffel bag slung over his back, allowing it to hit the floor with a resounding thump.

"Ayuh, mightah gentleman be correct in assumin' he can get a cuppah coffah hee-yaw?"

[Negatomsk]

Reso frowned; this hadn't worked out at all. Xio and the girl whose phone he'd stolen were fighting in earnest now. The girl was thrown and there was nothing he could do to divert that disaster, so instead Reso turned to Xiomara to defuse another, only to find himself staring at the rambling goat-faced (goat-legged?) man, who was now declaring his intentions to punch Resolution in the face if he did not flee. Past the goat, he could see that in fact, the barkeep had thankfully caught the girl and deposited her harmlessly on the ground. One disaster averted, he turned his attention back Dunnaman.

"...I certainly won't be leaving, and if you're looking to try to strike me..." The key turned in the ignition once more, electricity sparking in Reso's eyes before bursting forth to cover his face, consuming and igniting his flesh as he grew once more to assume the form of the Engine. "You're more than welcome to try, but I wouldn't recommend it."

Hopefully the thought of laying his hands on an electric skeleton would drain the fight out of this drunkard. If not... well, Reso could certainly take this outside if necessary, but only at the barkeep's insistence.