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Barmaid offered a little magical help.
Also... what did I name the barmaid?
When the barmaid left, there was a semblance of peace, when she returned upon hearing a ruckus, her emerald green eyes found only chaos.
Julian was gone, Clayton had returned, there was a smouldering pile of ash on the floor and the raccoons were hurling a bird across the room.
The bird hit the wall with all the audible and apparent force one might expect from a wooden wall. And while visually that's what all would see, that is not what Julian would feel. The tavern recognised his earlier actions and its responsibility for his condition. None of the force from the impact was felt by the little bird.
The rest was up to the barmaid. An intense focus and a sharp flexing of her fingers protected the small helpless creature from every blow of the orb, by surrounding the small creature in a thin skin tight magical barrier. It did t protect it from everything but would greatly lessen the blow.
@Triantafyllo "The room with an open door is yours, your food will be brought to you when it is ready. Sorry for the commotion. I hope you rest well."
The barmaid glared at Clayton and then rushed over to the assaulted little bird. Her use of magic to protect it had exhausted her and she was breathing heavily.
Julian was gone, Clayton had returned, there was a smouldering pile of ash on the floor and the raccoons were hurling a bird across the room.
The bird hit the wall with all the audible and apparent force one might expect from a wooden wall. And while visually that's what all would see, that is not what Julian would feel. The tavern recognised his earlier actions and its responsibility for his condition. None of the force from the impact was felt by the little bird.
The rest was up to the barmaid. An intense focus and a sharp flexing of her fingers protected the small helpless creature from every blow of the orb, by surrounding the small creature in a thin skin tight magical barrier. It did t protect it from everything but would greatly lessen the blow.
@Triantafyllo "The room with an open door is yours, your food will be brought to you when it is ready. Sorry for the commotion. I hope you rest well."
The barmaid glared at Clayton and then rushed over to the assaulted little bird. Her use of magic to protect it had exhausted her and she was breathing heavily.
Anyway, hope that made sense and helps in future RP's @BunniesOfDoom nicely done, but no sympathy from the lycan.
After the release of the cutlery, Clay continued his momentum, the hissing of the fuse had stopped, there was no time left. In that final second he redirect his hand to crash down on the nearest table and tip it over creating a small barricade. He would have liked to have ducked behind it but that foolish patron was still standing there so he just had to turn and put himself between the man and oncoming explosion.
It never came...
Sure there was the noise and a slight conclusive force, a little bit of heat, but no blast... was it a dud?
Turning back he just caught the last of Julian's impressive implosion. He let out a scoff and then a chuckle. "Mate, I hope you know that wasn't even me. I don't know who else you've been picking fights with but someone really didn't like ya."
He casually strolls over to the Phoenix's smouldering remains as he draws a new cigaret to replace his last one that he lost somewhere. Looking down at the mess he shakes his head then crouches beside the body, poking it with his cigaret and lighting it off the embers. "Bet that hurt like a ****, Maybe we can try again when you pull yourself back together eh?"
It never came...
Sure there was the noise and a slight conclusive force, a little bit of heat, but no blast... was it a dud?
Turning back he just caught the last of Julian's impressive implosion. He let out a scoff and then a chuckle. "Mate, I hope you know that wasn't even me. I don't know who else you've been picking fights with but someone really didn't like ya."
He casually strolls over to the Phoenix's smouldering remains as he draws a new cigaret to replace his last one that he lost somewhere. Looking down at the mess he shakes his head then crouches beside the body, poking it with his cigaret and lighting it off the embers. "Bet that hurt like a ****, Maybe we can try again when you pull yourself back together eh?"
This... sounds really interesting. Sadly I have no room on my plate for another RP rn but I hope it goes well!
He felt no need to reply to this man and instead mused with a throaty "Hmm"
As the patron left his table the werewolf picked up the discarded knife and fork, never taking his eyes off his opponent.
"Would be rude of me not to use cutlery."
Then two things happened.
The cigarette hanging from his lips suddenly lit as if touched by an invisible flame and immediately after he used that lupine strength and speed to hurl the cutlery at Julian with a viscous speed and force.
The knife and fork, both thrown at once, had a lot of power behind them but not accuracy. One was on a path for somewhere just off mid chest while the other would be lucky to skim an arm.@BunniesOfDoom
As the patron left his table the werewolf picked up the discarded knife and fork, never taking his eyes off his opponent.
"Would be rude of me not to use cutlery."
Then two things happened.
The cigarette hanging from his lips suddenly lit as if touched by an invisible flame and immediately after he used that lupine strength and speed to hurl the cutlery at Julian with a viscous speed and force.
The knife and fork, both thrown at once, had a lot of power behind them but not accuracy. One was on a path for somewhere just off mid chest while the other would be lucky to skim an arm.@BunniesOfDoom
This was not the same self loathing, wolf hating, lycan that left the tavern all those years ago. No, he had come to terms with his 'condition'. Embraced it even. Now he and the beast were as one. (He had worse demons to worry about after all.)
The wolf's supernatural senses kept him alert to everything as or it before it happened. The dynamite did not go unnoticed.
He was fast for his size, dodging the fire ball at the last moment with a twist and side step, this movement also put him close to a nearby confused and frightened patron who was simply here for a meal. Julian had already interrupted the poor man once before.
Nonchalantly, Clayton pulls a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and takes one in his lips before returning his stash to where it came from. Speaking around it he scoffs.
"Think ya can get a bit closer this time? I wanna light my cigarette."
The wolf's supernatural senses kept him alert to everything as or it before it happened. The dynamite did not go unnoticed.
He was fast for his size, dodging the fire ball at the last moment with a twist and side step, this movement also put him close to a nearby confused and frightened patron who was simply here for a meal. Julian had already interrupted the poor man once before.
Nonchalantly, Clayton pulls a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and takes one in his lips before returning his stash to where it came from. Speaking around it he scoffs.
"Think ya can get a bit closer this time? I wanna light my cigarette."
The werewolf's cocky grin only grew as Julian went on.
Flashing him a final toothy grin he ignores him and turns to the wall beside him, caressing it with a hand as he spoke to it.
"For me? A welcome home present? Ahwww, ya shouldn't 'ave."
He gives the wall a playful little pat then turns his gaze back to the Phoenix. "Mostly right." He growls. Predatory eyes fixing on him. "Ain't got no fleas."
He starts to roll out his neck as he continues to address Julian but not before giving himself a mock sniff.
"Ooh, Has been a while since I had bath, maybe once I'm done kicking your butt. I do prefer to bath after a meal, things tend to get-" he licks his lips "-bloody. Tell me, got any kids I can have for desert?"
The taunt was pure coincidence, using the insults Julian had accused him of, he had no inside knowledge on this stranger.@BunniesOfDoom
Flashing him a final toothy grin he ignores him and turns to the wall beside him, caressing it with a hand as he spoke to it.
"For me? A welcome home present? Ahwww, ya shouldn't 'ave."
He gives the wall a playful little pat then turns his gaze back to the Phoenix. "Mostly right." He growls. Predatory eyes fixing on him. "Ain't got no fleas."
He starts to roll out his neck as he continues to address Julian but not before giving himself a mock sniff.
"Ooh, Has been a while since I had bath, maybe once I'm done kicking your butt. I do prefer to bath after a meal, things tend to get-" he licks his lips "-bloody. Tell me, got any kids I can have for desert?"
The taunt was pure coincidence, using the insults Julian had accused him of, he had no inside knowledge on this stranger.@BunniesOfDoom
[Clayton]
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/3025757
With the raccoons gone and the Phoenix eating, the tavern returned to some semblance of civility. Then, as if attacking the moments temporary peace, the tavern doors violently swing open. A strong chilling breeze comes rushing in bringing with it a few flakes of snow and the silhouette of a large man.
With a groaning creak the doors swing shut behind him and his form is visible in the light. Human, tall, muscular, leather jacket, tattooed chest.
With a wide grin he look around the room, then throwing his arms out wide he loudly bellows to the roof. "It's good to be home!"
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/3025757
With the raccoons gone and the Phoenix eating, the tavern returned to some semblance of civility. Then, as if attacking the moments temporary peace, the tavern doors violently swing open. A strong chilling breeze comes rushing in bringing with it a few flakes of snow and the silhouette of a large man.
With a groaning creak the doors swing shut behind him and his form is visible in the light. Human, tall, muscular, leather jacket, tattooed chest.
With a wide grin he look around the room, then throwing his arms out wide he loudly bellows to the roof. "It's good to be home!"
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