The Australian kiss [Open to All]

[Bast]

Bast looked at the lad named faded, and then tried to remind himself age wasn’t physical anymore, “Sorry lad thought you looked at least eighteen, but I really should stop judging by my eyes in this world eh. Though Faded the choice not to drink is just as good even if you were of age than if you weren’t it’s just not everyone’s cup of tea.”Bast started thinking about all the things that the UK allowed at the age of 18 driving, voting, drinking, jury duty, being tried in a magistrate’s court and be found guilty sent to prison and not a juvenile detention center, not to mention the legal age to consent to homosexual sex, heterosexual sex being sixteen. He wondered what the landers in this world believed part of their world seemed to follow rules set by the makers about the environment they were making others he believed were thanks to quests and backstory not specifically saying them but having connections and so incurring them but what about the rest…



He tried to get his mind back to happier thoughts as Mab walked in, he had met her fresh and new a level one no less , only a heal spell to her name, now she looked to have faced a few sadder times, and to be tougher because of it and more experienced, how time flies. “You always surprise me Mab you have a direct connection to your clothes or do you match them to the mood.” Though he could tell it was the same bright shiny outfit of the day he met her, she and it had seen brighter times. “I’ll leave you in the capable hands of the acrobatic dwarf, we should catch up maybe in a quest sometime, but I gest get round to the gaming table it seems my idea for a casual gamble or drinking game has become a game for who pays the check of the drinks so far, I best not keep um waiting or they might count me a chicken where I stand. Be seeing ya. ” After those mellowing thought and duller colours his mood was less up beet, in fact he felt less like Bast the bardic fighter of monsters and more like Robert again…He missed that old life sometimes.



As he sat at the table he thought about the lad and the age change and these worlds differences. Then remembered he wasn’t in the body Robert the half Irish student he was Bast the half-alv level 11 bard…And then wondered something he had not actually thought about during his other nights, stats and how the character levels might affect his stamina, gulp…well the little wolf lass already seemed drunk, but he was pretty sure she was higher level and that might change things for her. He gulped and wondered what had he got himself into with this game?



“How much can this body truly take anymore?” he muttered under his breath as he dragged one of the pints closer to him, “ok people, what shall we play to earn our rounds?”



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StatusHas fallen asleep. OOC NotesCaer's here for comic relief. Tags@dindeen Tobin The world seemed to spiral out of control when the conversation began to run at a faster pace. Caerbannog slowly backed away from the group though the prospect of a drinking game kept her in the bar. She stared at the drinks that the dwarf offered yet the girl had something else in mind. The samurai heaved her upper body over the counter and reached into the lovely row of drinks beyond it. As she did so, Caer’s legs dangled over the other side of the counter and she wiggled her feet once she found her target: rum. It should suffice for the day, she thought, and as such she would not have to rely on yet another drinking game which would have been her fourth. The pink bear pulled a few drinking straws from the counter then she connected them to form one long straw. Afterwards, Caer hopped onto a recently emptied table, vacated by a pair of landers who thought the group a little too odd for their liking. The girl sat atop it as she observed the grown men who organized the game, politely rejected by the guardian who apparently was underaged. She thought it funny that the adventurers of Elder Tale still followed real-world rules such as that, but if it kept them sane then sure, why not? A ray of sunshine then dropped in, in the form of the lovely druid Mab. Caerbannog waved enthusiastically to her and then the bear opened her bottle of rum, stuck the straw into it and began to take small sips. Who in the world would drink rum as if it was fruit juice? Caerbannog, apparently. The samurai then laid down on her side facing the group of drinkers. Though the bar was anything but quiet, the alcohol which slowly made its way up to her brain calmed the samurai down. Slowly she drifted off to sleep, suckling on the long straw which drew the contents from the bottle of rum in her tiny hands. Just a bit of rest... nothing in this world could probably wake her up then. Probably. WC: 350|| Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

[Mab]

“Hiya Tobin.”

The girl said her face still looking as if she carried the weight of the world. She did try to cheer up. And thought about what Tobin offered her.

“Surprise me. But can you give me something pink!”

The girl asked, already sounding less glum and all of a sudden curious why the people in this bar seemed to act slightly unhindered by their usual behaviors. The Caer bear was the exception to this rule…. Nothing seemed that off about her behavior. She was acting perfectly normal, well anyways; the same as usual. Waiting for her pink drink Mab was approached by Bast before she could even blink her eyes he had walked up to her and said many things that did not seem to compute with the girl. Mab looked utterly flabbergasted and before she could say anything like,

"Whot?"

Not having the chance to say much before the bard had rushed himself to a table to play a game of chicken. Mab was not sure she wanted to know what that game would be about. Her spirit lifted somewhat when she noticed the caer bear and gently waved back at the girl. Mab watched in silence as she observed the girls antics. The place to nap did not seem very comfortable but then again. The table could have been made of something fluffy. In this world, one could never really tell.

As mab waited for her drink to arrive the girl looked around the unusual establishment. The different people inside it and what they were up to. There was someone else talking to Tobin. Not wanting to interrupt their conversation she listened quietly. She took her time to take a good look at the stranger. Not that she was staring at him, well not really… She just looked. Alright she was staring, but not rudely. They were speaking about brewers. The girl was curious about his answer anyways. Mab understood what a brewer was supposed to do, but did not realize that this would have an effect in game. Creating potions or creating booze worked on the same principle. The girl had just not realized it yet. Otherwise she would have asked Tobin to brew her some cola. She really missed cola. She would probably sell her own mother for a glass of cola at this time.

Spending time here made her feel better, not instantaneously but slowly. The antics of the Caer Bear. Who now seemed almost fast asleep and considering the slurping sounds the straw made an almost empty bottle of drink. The dwarf behind the counter, trying to cheer her up, just the liveliness of this place. Whatever it was it did seem to help. Mab swung her legs beneath the seat. Looking at the dwarf make his drinks. Sometimes leaning over to see what the brewer was up to. Her curiosity spiked and as such her glum mood dissipated like clouds blown away by a heavy wind. Her eyes widened to see the magic of the dwarf. His magic was brewing drinks… the girl wondered, no hoped that the taste was as good as the color.

[Elkeid]

'The Australian Kiss?' While out on a break from toying around with her new crafting subclass, Elkeid had wandered onto one of the many shop lined streets of London. This one was different, though - it boasted rival inns placed adjacent of each other, along with a few bars and eating establishments. Some were obviously better than others, but the Australian Kiss was not very telling by its outside appearance. In fact, it almost looked classier than the "Big Bang Brassiere" located beside it. The silhouettes of lecherous men and scantily clad women appeared every few seconds from the flashing mana fueled lamps within.

One of the men loitering outside the club was wearing a fur coat and an even furrier top hat. He turned his head to offer Elkeid a mouthful of sparkling white teeth, the first two of which were wrought of gold. His demeanor and discerning eyes gave off the vibe of owner or at least employee. "H-hello, sweeeetnessh. Ya l-lookin' for a job?" Elkeid shifted uncomfortably as his eyes trailed over her figure. Now she could sense him undressing her with his eyes. "You've g-got long, n-nice legsh. E-ever thought of being a g-g-go go d-dancer?" A stuttering pimp with a lisp; that was the last thing she needed.

She clenched her hands into fists, thankful that Sorrel was not around to hear such embarrassing things. "I beg your pardon, but I am not interested in dancing topless-"

"W-woah!" The pimp threw his arms up in indignation. "I-I-I d-didn't thay n-n-nothing but s-s-shtripping, b-baby. G-g-g-go go dancersh do it with their clothesh on-"

"That's not helping at all," she hissed back at him in frustration. This guy was going to have those ridiculous gold teeth knocked out of his mouth if he continued - guards be damned.

"Ooooh, I-I like t-them feishty! I-it'sh like sheeing a fiery, m-m-mustang j-jusht begging to be t-tamed! Y-you haven't been b-b-broken in yet, have you?"

Red colored Elkeid's cheeks and vision as she raised one fist. If this guy could not shut up on his own, then she would make him - or would have, had there not been a commotion from the Big Bang Brassiere. Three young men came streaking out of the building, followed by two bulky bouncers and an angry woman screaming in Spanish. "Oh h-h-h-hell no! T-t-t-they best be not disre-shp-shpecting my women! I'll deal with you later, b-b-bae!" The man doffed his hat at Elkeid before sprinting after the ragtag group, a tall staff clasped in one hand.

'...I need a drink.' She unclenched her hands, wincing as cool air stuck her palms, where her nails left crescent shaped marks reddened with blood. 'Wunderbar.' She glanced warily at the unassuming Australian Kiss, and after a brief moment of debate, stepped inside. A previous girlfriend and likely anyone who knew of the bar's existence had made the joke of "It's like a French kiss, but down under." That was all she could think of as she stepped into the building, which was ordinary as its outer appearance. That was good. A regular bar was preferable to something outlandish or wildly inappropriate.

She paid little attention to the people around her. They were merely fellow customers, though one stuck out too much to ignore - a little wolf hair Samurai by the name of Caerbannog, who was clad in a pair of pink bear pajamas. The girl was passed out, likely from over-consumption of liquor. 'Figures.' And manning the bar was… Tobin, of all people. Was his Brewer level even sufficient enough to mix something that was not swill water? It was time to test that theory.

Elkeid came to a stop beside a seated girl that looked like she belonged in high school, and slammed one palm onto the countertop. The corners of her eyes twitched in pain as the tiny wounds on her palm reacted from the force. "Hello, Tobin." She spared Blondie a glance. "I see you're serving school children now. Do you think you can make me a Long Island Ice Tea, once you're done with the Prom Queen?" It was strong and it was sour. What more could a gal ask for?

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Mayor Maynot

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Bluh.

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Tobin

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[Tobin]

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Wait, Caer had gone to sleep? Tobin couldn’t help but feel somewhat disappointed, yet relieved. The Beast was subdued and silence filled the bar. Tobin chuckled and shrugged, it wasn’t unwelcome, but it meant things would get a fair bit boring again unless some trouble came through the door, the bar was already becoming rather quiet from a lack of general activity. Needless to say people could come and go if they so desired. He coughed uncomfortably; his eyes cast a glance around the bar as he processed the new order. Something pink.

“Well… I migh’ just hav’ the ticket, though I can only serv’ one alcohol per minor. Ya understand?”

Country to common belief, a bartender’s job wasn’t merely to make people drunk, but to use alcohol in artful ways to reduce the onset while providing a pleasant sense of joy. Well, and getting people sloshed was a good perk. With that he flicked open the handbook and flipped through the glorious pages of 101 of “ways to get sloshed in style”.

He first grabbed a glass and scooped up a glass full of ice, grabbed a tight weave bag from under the table and, with iron body, a soft thud being audible as he gently punched the bag trice, before filling the glass with crushed ice. To that he added 1 part, ameretto liqueur, 1 part vodka, 8 parts pineapple juice… Well to be honest he had no idea what ounces were, so he figured that the rough ratio added to the crushed ice would probably be enough. To that he added a dash of a grenadine syrup, and a slice of pineapple with a cherry. Of course, this totally wasn’t copied from a website online. link  Though the ratios were largely right, there was around 15% more in the ratio of ingredients, a difference that the druid would be unlikely to identify. His practiced smile played back on his lips as he identified a familiar stranger.

“Ahhhh, Howdy stra- Oh hey Elk,”

He spoke, his eye visibly twitched as she slammed her hand down on the table. It had been sometime since he had seen her, that time was that night, where he awkwardly found out that he wasn’t the only brewer present. This woman, though striking, he didn’t know much about, he had a feeling that tonight wouldn’t clarify that. She wanted drink and he was morally obliged to accept.

“Gahaha! Dun’ cha be givin’ that, ya both know we played a part in gettin’ kids drunk dat night. Comin’ right up.”

-Wait, long island tea? Oh god… Had to be the most complex thing on the menu, damn it!-

Needless to say, though the brewer likely had 6-8 levels by this point, a flick of his notebook found that it was a fairly complex mix of equal parts vodka, jin, tequila, rum and triple sec, with a part and a half sour mix and cola? Well the latter part they didn’t have since cocaine was something they didn’t put in cola since around 100 years ago as a prescription medicine, but there was a sweet, generic ‘juice’ that served a similar substitute. The dwarf quickly put bottles away and new ones out, though the vodka seemed permanently rooted to the table and by eye he added each ingredient to the glass, his hand seemed unsteady under the scrutiny gaze (well, at least that’s what he imagined from a fellow brewer, the fact she wasn’t would be an additional surprise.). Though by following the menu he had prepared the drink with the correct ingredient’s, it took around three minutes and it was apparent upon tasting that that some of the ratios were off, he had put 10% more rum and 15% less vodka, probably a difference that Elk would notice on drinking.

“’ere ya go… Well, let me know what cha think, honestly, tryina get better at this.”

The drink was passed over for the tasting after ice cubes were slipped in. Though a temptation ate at his mind the bartender chose not to probe with further questions. Though there were no violence rules in London in general, he still had the twitches from his flight prior to her arrival.

[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 15 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 534	Tags: Tobin	Skills: none used

As Mab was waiting for her drink to arrive, a woman entered the bar. It was the only thing of worthy of note happening. Not so much because she was someone Mab had never met but because she looked to be in a worse mood then Mab was a few minutes ago. Since Mab did not know the woman she did not feel inclined to say much to her, besides she was looking forward to tasting that drink. Not sure what to make of the glance the woman threw her, she shrugged it off and looked at the dwarf making the drink she ordered. In all honesty Mab had never drank alcohol in her entire life. It would be a good time to try it out. Mab felt safe around the gruff monk, he would not allow something bad to happen to the girl. Mab felt quite sure about that.

Not being able to prevent to laugh at the strangers remark. Though it was not aimed at her Mab felt it was about her. A minor – prom queen. While taking a few sips firstly of the exotic drink Mab stared unabashed at the older woman next to her. The drink tasted different the girl thought. This was not just water. It had actual taste. Her eyes widened in surprise. She quickly took a few more sips. It was delicious.

“Tobin…. This is good!”

Mab told the brewer. Not wanting to down her glass because the dwarf told her that Mab could only have one of these drinks. She felt that was rather unfair and wanted to argue this way of thinking. However it was too late, as he had already engaged in a conversation with elk? Was that what he called her? Mab wasn’t sure. She had not been paying attention. Between staring at the woman next to her, the experience of a wonderful new taste had the girl sourly distracted. Bored with staring at the stranger Mab focused her glance elsewhere. Instead she focused it on her drink. The magical drink that was not too sweet, not to sour, and had a funny aftertaste in her throat. Like most inexperienced drinker the glass was empty way to quickly and Mab wanted another drink. Preferably the same one. While she was sitting there, Mab had not noticed that her legs where tingling, nor that her cheeks had come alive with a red blush. Not that she was drunk, it was more like she felt the alcohol in the drink warm her body completely. It felt great… Mab was no longer surprised that many people seemed to like this stuff. Mab just wondered why she had not tried it before.

She looked pleadingly at the dwarf, holding up her empty glass. It might not work but with her radiant puppy dog pleading eyes the girl hoped to sway the stern dwarf to provide a refill.

A question that begged the girls attention came to the front of the girls brain, and had left her mouth before she had a chance to consider it.

“What do you mean by prom queen?”

Mab asked feeling very curious. Mab asked the girl next to her; while looking at her neighbour feeling puzzled.

[Faded]

((ooc: totally didn't forget that drinking laws very country to county. Excuse me as I bs my way through that error xD))

Faded nodded to the answer, it was a good fight and a good reason as far as he was concerned and gained a bit more respect for the dwarf because of it. Still, that warning on the Caer girl fell on deaf ears. The wolf-hair wasn't the type to treat anyone differently based on status or power, "Oh yeah?" ended up being his simple answer while watching the girl lean over the counter for one of the bottles then drink herself to sleep at an empty table. She made things very tempting for him in her drunken sleep. First things first, a little mishap.

"What was that? Oh, no sorry I can drink here... technically, but I'm not originally from the UK. Hope you win your game though, good luck." While he knew it was a cultural thing and whatnot, Faded half wished everyone could just follow the same laws so there was never any sort of confusion when it came to things like this.

Sighing, he shook his head, feeling something itch at the side of his head. Turning to look at his side Faded was met with a bright pair of blue eyes casually staring at him from across the stools. Well, that was different; more often then not he was the one doing the staring. As he looked back at the new young girl that had arrived, he stared back just until she found a drink to distract her as well as a new face arriving. A rather noisy new face who slammed a hand down on the counter. It was rather funny though how everyone seemed to know this dwarf bartender prior to attending except Faded; at least that was how it felt.

Feeling like the place would soon get a crowded quickly or become a little to rambunctious for his taste, Faded stood up from his seat. Brushing himself off, he left a handful of coins on the table to pay for his drink and some extra coins to pay for the younger girl to have the refill she was begging for just because he was a helpful sort of pushover. Reaching into his pocket while heading over toward the table where the small sleeping woman lay, he pulled out a bottle of ink from when he still had his artisan crafting class. Of course he wasn't able to resist dabbing his finger in the small ink bottle to draw over Caer's face, giving her a handlebar mustache, angry eyebrows, and a small triangular beard on her chin. Leaning back in a chair across from her, he admired his work without remorse. It wasn't as good as when he actually had been an artisan, but he was glad to see he could still do simple squiggles.

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[Elkeid]

The way Elk's lips were quirked, it could only be described as a twisted smile of wry amusement. "That we did. I remember it all quite well." In all honesty, Caerbannog and Scoria were probably the drunkest out of that lot, though they were exactly kids, so she felt no guilt in them being intoxicated. No; if there was one person she felt guilty for getting drunk, it was the ten year old Shaman she had met a few months ago. This Mab girl looked a little too old to be ten, but… She shifted her eyes from the dwarf, who was now scrambling to prepare her drink, to the girl's pink beverage. A pink drink in a tall glass, garnished with pineapple and a cherry? She could list off fifteen pink drinks in her head alone. Regardless, it looked rather sweet, so she figured it contained more sugar than liquor. Tobin hopefully wouldn't try to knock the young girl right off her feet with something too strong.

"Don't serve me a watered down drink, Tobin," she softly cooed in the dwarf's direction. She didn't figure him for the sort to rip people off, and was merely teasing - which he may or may not be aware of. Given her initial reaction to the piss water served at the bar she met dwarf in, however, he had little reason to think she was actually kidding. Serving someone a watered downed beverage or a poorly made one was a bigger crime than spilling it.

When given her glass, Elkeid gently swirled the contents of the drink around before taking a sip. ...There was a little too much rum in this. She raised an eyebrow at Tobin. "I believe you have answered the riddle of 'where has the rum gone'?" It was in her drink. All of it. There was also some vodka missing, enough so that the other ingredients overshadowed what little there was. Elk squinted at her glass, but took another sip all the same. Other than the inconsistencies, it was a good drink, and the presence of alcohol was all she sought tonight. "A little less rum and a lot more vodka next time." She resisted the urge to finish the drink down in gulps. It would only go straight to her head.

She set the drink down on the counter to contain the urge, just in time to hear the question from the girl beside her. Elkeid gave a light shake of her head. "I meant exactly what I said. You look young enough to qualify as one." Of course, for all she knew, this kid could actually be a woman (or even a man) in her forties. The only issue was that you could never tell just by looking at them. "I'm also under the impression that prom queens can't hold their drink, but…" She reached over and lightly tapped the side of Mab's glass. "Don't be stingy, Tobin. Give the girl another drink. See? That young fellow has even offered to pay for it." She wasn't the one serving the drinks around here, so whatever moral obligations there were to be had, they fell on the dwarf's shoulders.

Why the boy would even offer, she did not know; perhaps he was intending to get on the girl's good side, like most men who offered to buy drinks for someone that caught their fancy. Elkeid, apparently now seated at the bar, turned a little to follow the Guardian's trajectory… which ended near the sleeping Samurai. Okay, so maybe he liked his girls unconscious and unwilling. And now he was (from Elk's angle) poking her in the face. If he was careless enough to awaken the "The Beast," he got what was coming to him. She turned back to face Tobin, though the question she poised was also aimed at Mab. "Did they come in together?" It would be ill advised to leave Caer unattended with a potential sex offender.

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Muse:
Ugly Betty

Notes:
Bluh post is bluh.

Tags:
@dindeen, Faded, Mab & Tobin

Words:
662

[Tobin]

Word Count: 607

A smile played on the dwarfs features as the sun perked up once more, it took the edge off the nerves of waiting.

"It's nu worries child, just enjoy."

In all honesty, with the events of the last few weeks, the memory of Elk pouring a drink down the bartender’s pants had escaped the author but not the dwarf. In all honesty, compared to fisting over 9000 slimes and being used as a brush that would be ok, distinctly uncomfortable but a diet coke of uncomfortable. Actually, she was a really strong monk? The dwarf sweat dropped as he shifted uncomfortably at the first sip, oh, actually this could be much worse.

Then the largely positive reaction released a deep sigh of relief from his lips, he had brought himself a couple more minutes of ground time.

"Well, could be worse, coul' be a raft made of back huir in thre."

He chuckled as he matched the reference with one of his own, then it occurred to dwarf that it probably wasn’t half as witty as what he imagined and nodded a tad more seriously.

"I'll try 'n' keep tha' in mind Elk. Mah thanks."

As he let his eyes scan the bar, he became aware of the blue orbs attempting to meet his gaze while she spoke to the refined breasts. The dwarf responded with a shake of his head as he turned to wash the dishes, only to hear the tapping of the glass from the woman, with a raised eyebrow he sighed and only barely caught himself from roaring into laughter. The outstanding moral sense of responsibility seemed to evaporate like alcohol in the summer’s breeze.

“Aha… Since ya put it this way, I guess I can’t turn ya down, one mo lass”

With that bottles were whipped out and ice was quietly crushed within the bag and within about a minute the dwarf had applied the portions again, this time the pink drink seemed a little tad better prepared, a tad balanced because he felt confident, happy even. The taste would be suitably more balanced, though whether Mab would notice was another question entirely. The last question from Elk dashed that peace of mind.

"No... No she didn't...."

The dwarf grew visibly pale as he glanced over.

"First bro, now him? My headache gets worse."

Oh, he didn't just say that did he? Admittedly, the words passed out of his mouth in a faintest of whispers and without context probably meant relatively little. Oh well, his misguided opinion could become a game the entire family could play! Then he spoke again, for the first time for some, he didn't play that ridiculous heavy accent on as he spoke. His normal rumbling tone only carried a faint trace of sing song Irish, something he only did when distracted or particularly distressed.

"Please, Faded, for the love of Christ, get, away, from, the, bomb, now. I woke her once... I don't get paid enough...."

It was at this point the dwarf's mind gave out and he toppled backwards, disappearing behind the counter as he passed out. He wasn't worried about the girl at all really, for Tobin it was not the first time he had seen someone try and annoy her while she slept. It was just what she would do when she woke, that, was distilled terror. Of course, being the noble bartender he was Tobin would take a convenient nap, perhaps a very short nap.

Oh and the bottle of liquor and vodka, half finished, were both left on the counter. It would be a shame if anything happened to them.

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StatusHas awoken. OOC NotesCaer's here for comic relief. Tags@dindeen Tobin Elkeid Mab Faded Few woke the Beast and lived to tell the tale. Okay well, not really, but still the outcome was usually pretty bad. There was that one time when Caerbannog woke up to the sight of some Bieber lookalikes and all hell broke loose, but the trigger was not exactly determinable at that point in time. Did she get pissed off due to the awakening, or due to the sight of Biebers? That was a story for another time and another place. Presently, the samurai clad in pink bear pajamas had fallen asleep with a straw in her mouth and rum down her gut. It was a rather peaceful one despite the slight busyness of the bar, until lo and behold, Faded. The wolf-hair’s nose twitched at the sensation on her face, and right after the guardian backed away, Caerbannog sneezed out a mixture of rum and icky things. The sneeze itself sounded like a cat’s and the girl was just as cross as a bothered feline. For a few moments, she hacked and coughed as rum trickled out of her mouth, the intensity of which finally woke the girl up and made her sit up straight. The empty bottle fell to the ground as did the used straw, and Caerbannog looked around her with a very frowny frown upon her face. The samurai’s brow was furrowed and her mouth was arched to a very mean frown as she looked around the room. Where was she again? Oh, that place. There was Miss Sunshine, and a guardian who was not Narihama or Oxford, and some other people. She distinctly recalled having seen the dwarf earlier but he was nowhere to be found. Caerbannog continued to look around th- ELKEID! The wolf-hair’s eyes widened at the sight of someone else who was familiar to her. She hopped off the table and skipped to the monk’s side, and then Caer looked up at the taller lady. “Hello,” the samurai greeted Elkeid, her eyes widened and a sleepy smile crept on her face which was still adorned by Faded’s masterpiece. The wolf-hair then put her arms up her side and it looked like... like an incoming hug? Yeah. She thought it would have been a good idea, in her nearly-drowned-by-rum state, to hug Elkeid. And not only that, if she was able to lock her arms around the monk, Caerbannog would rub her face on the woman’s ‘assets’ for a full minute. Oh, she just wanted to sleep, and they looked like pillows... WC: 415 || Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 22 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 509	Tags: Tobin- @dindeen - Elkeid	Skills: none used

Mab had never considered herself a prom queen. To Mab prom queens where obnoxious, overly girly, usually very pretty twats that had a very high opinion of themselves. Mab did not really think of herself that way. To be called such was almost insulting, however it seemed the monk had meant it as a reference to her age. It was true that Mab was rather young. Mab did not think of herself as a child much. Not because she wasn’t but because it made no difference in this word.

“Not sure if I can hold my liquor”

Mab said sounding honest,

“I have never had a drink in my life before.”

Mab smiled. Mab felt today was a decent day to start trying. The drink she had was rather tasty and even though the drink made her feel all tingly all over she did not seem to have any trouble. Her cheeks were slightly flushed and she felt somewhat warm. But no fuzziness of the head, or any weird spinning going on at this time. Mab’s mood sky rocketed when the dwarf promised her another drink. The drink she might never seem to get as things got odd at this time.

The pink bear that was Caer got a face paint job done. The thump she heard from behind the bar made her turn around her head.

“Tobin….?”

What the hell was in these drinks, and how many did he drink himself? Mab wanted to know. Mab was not sure if she wanted another drink if passing out mid sentence was possible. He had a look of true terror on his face just moments before he fell down. Distracted by the fainting dwarf; Mab had not yet noticed the fun sized girl waking up. Mab jumped up from her chair and made her way behind the bar. Looking for something that could help Tobin feel better. Finding a rag used to clean tables in a bucket of water seemed the perfect solution. Dunking the rag into the water, and making sure it was dripping wet, Mab flung the rag towards the dwarf’s face. If the bar owner did not move the dripping wet rag would land smack dab in the middle of the defenseless monk’s face.

Mab felt sure that this would surely help the monk feel better. This is how she got woken up every morning back home. Not realizing this only happened because she was a terrible morning person, and neigh impossible to be woken up any other way. Standing on this side of the bar, Mab had a fairly good viewpoint of the bar. And noticed Caer encroaching on the somewhat unusual woman. Her face looked strange. It had drawings on them, that where slightly smeared.

“Why would anyone want their face painted like that?”

Mab thought aloud, while looking strangely at the girl. Working from the assumption that the samurai had consented to this strange war paint face visage. Mab could imagine that on the battle field it would just scare the enemies away. As the angry eyebrows made Caer look quite scary.

[Bast]

Bast continued his staring into open nothingness as he drank through another of his pints…he wasn’t sure what happened to the game, in fact he wasn’t sure what he had been doing for the last few minutes…but the pint in his hand told him the answer to that. The pink haired girl wasn’t within sight anymore, he wasn’t sure if that was just because he wasn’t looking hard enough, she was in the toilet or left, he vaguely remembered Caer falling asleep earlier, and now she was talking to another girl…when had she entered hmm… he decided to push the drink away from himself he wouldn’t last all these pints never mind a game if he didn’t slow down so he moved up to the bartender.



“Can I have a pint of water oh and you mentioned the game first loser would pay the tab so far… but since it didn’t ever start I guess that leaves it to me hehe…” He stretched his arms to the sky feeling his muscles strain, he had gone from that happy zone of drunk to a hazey drunk but it wouldn’t cloud his judgement…well it would but he wouldn’t notice it in the morning anyway. He looked back at his drinks and felt the impulse to finish them all himself if he had to…it was a silly idea but what person could leave tasty drinks un-drunk? “Best make that a jug of water if I end up drinking them solo I might as well make sure I have something to rehydrate me eh. Hopefully will find a use for them…an adaption of beer pong? Hmm.”



He had drank more than this on a night out most times he went out in reality but never had them all at once on a table it looked a lot when you looked at them like that. He fiddled with his pockets and pulled out his harmonica and started flipping it in his fingers

“Oh any music you would like that is simple…If I’m not gonna play games I might as well play bard, wish I’d chosen a string instrument though they sound better most the time. But if you want to use me as a jukebox of a sort I’d be happy to add atmospherics…but that’s only if you want to risk a hazy brain playing, I understand if you don’t want it disturbing people as well. ”



He wasn’t sure what to do while he waited for the water so turned his attention to the bear and this tattooed girl if interesting things were to happen in the short time for waiting for some water he was sure it would be in the direction of the pink bear and so he watched and waited. Feeling kind of like that boy from the Incredibles moving watching the house he knew awesome things came out of...yep he missed watching Pixar animations he wondered if they had released any trailers...or even shows while he was in this world hmm a strange question that made him wonder how time difference worked that hurt so he just watched what was happening around him haze and trying to over-think things would just get messy if they met each other.


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[Elkeid]

Tobin's answer settled it, though there was no rush to retrieve the girl right now. That would come when Faded tried to drag her out of the bar - likely under the pretense of helping her home like a so called friend. The dwarf, however, was sweating bullets at the scene, and fainted in the middle of making Mab's drink, leaving two bottles of alcohol woefully unattended. The second she heard Tobin’s body hit the floor, Elkeid captured the vodka bottle and pulled it towards herself. Now she could even out her drink, and maybe sip a little extra.

She was in the middle of distributing the vodka into her glass when she heard an all too familiar voice. It was a cheerful one with a tinge of exhaustion, and undeniably feminine. Elk didn't have to turn around to know who it was. This was likely the reason Tobin had fainted, too - "What on earth happened to your face?" She had expected to turn and find little Caerbannog in her pink bear pajamas, looking like she'd just awoken from slumber. She had not expected to see the girl's face covered in ink.

Elkeid spun around in her seat to properly address the situation, and reached out with one hand to touch the handlebar mustache on Caer's face. A mirror would have been better, but she had none. Before she could make contact, Caerbannog threw her arms up and advanced. Dressed in the pink bear pajamas and sporting that sleepy little grin, the girl strongly reminded Elk of a young child reaching up to their guardian for a hug or demand to be carried up to their bed.

Before entering the game, the woman that played Elkeid had never considered herself to be maternal or anything close to the sort. Children were often too loud and obnoxious for her to deal with, and teenagers were too depressing. Having to put up with a ten year old werecat on a daily basis made her see otherwise - eventually. Some kids were tolerable, if given the chance. The bad ones could still use a sound thrashing, though. Now, Caerbannog was no child, but in her current attire and drunken state, she was like giant, inebriated baby. A baby who just wanted a hug and some comfort.

She open her arms to accept the oversized baby, and almost immediately regretted it. It wasn't the hug itself that bothered her, or the way Caer was latched onto her like a blood depraved vampire. It was the way the girl was nuzzling the woman's chest that made her want to > ABSCOND. Had Caer been a child she would not have given it much thought. Children, unless they were perverted little bastards, did not think much of "sweater puppies." Caer was an adult (or at least close enough), so this could either be innocence or some form of sexual harassment. As this was a bar, she was inclined to think of the latter. "Caerbannog. Desist. Neither of us - I'm not drunk enough for this." Drunk? She wasn't even tipsy yet.

That vampire strength of Caer's became apparent when she tried shoving the girl away. The level gap was real. "Mab, a little help-" Mab was behind the bar, apparently trying to revive Tobin or maybe just nick some liquor while he was passed out. She wasn't going to ask Faded for help, and the Bard was obviously too drunk. That left matters in Elkeid's hands.

She placed one palm against Caer's forehead to create a bit of space between them, and with her other hand seized the vodka bottle by the neck. No, she wasn't going to bring it down on the girl's head. That would only draw the Royal Guard (and waste perfectly good liquor). She brought the mouth of the bottle to her lip and tilted her head back. Tobin, if he awakened in the next minute or so, could expect to see an empty bottle of vodka on the counter.

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Muse:
Samurai Logic

Notes:
Caer gets away with a lot, doesn't she?

Tags:
Bast, @dindeen, Faded, Mab & Tobin

Words:
669

[Faded]

While Faded did glance back at the dwarf to acknowledge that he had heard him, he gave the poor bartender a blank look then just went right back on to his work. He didn't have same amount of care for pain as other people did, it was just another thing his body felt. An uncomfortable thing, but a survivable one no matter what in this world. "Thank you for your concern, but I'll be alright." And here most people stereotyped dwarfs as being short little miners who loved gold, drinking, and could have a nasty temper. Alright, maybe the drinking thing was true in this one bartender's case, but the Wolf-Hair found him to be a nice guy under the bit of violence he had for kicking some people out.

In the end, it technically wasn't him who woke Caer up, it was herself. A little sneeze and she was up, groggy, but woken none the less. In fact, she hardly seemed to notice Faded at all as he assumed she was taking in her surroundings to figure out either what had happened, or what had changed while she had been out. It was a comical scene to watch the child-like embrace with the other woman. She didn't seem too happy about it, but if she didn't openly as for anyone's help, he was content enough to lean back in his chair and keep to himself if no one was in any actual danger or need of him.

Actually, a little nap didn't sound too bad about now to him, but he figured that wouldn't exactly be the best option for him considering all the happenings that tended to go down in a bar- someone might draw something on his face after all. While he had the time to, he didn't want to go through the hassle of having to wash off any sort of ink someone decided to doodle. Although he always had wondered what he would look like with a mustache.

Sighing, he looked up as what he assumed was another curious Lander came in to the bar, probably attracted to all the commotion that was going on. At first, the guy looked like he was going to find a more quiet spot in a corner to figure out what he was going to eat or drink, but curiously enough, when he turned his gaze to Faded, his direction changed to sit on down at his table. This... actually was a little surprising to the Wolf-Hair. While he didn't have any sort of problem with the People of the Land, he thought that they weren't too fond of Adventurers. Actually, looking himself over again, without his armor, he guessed he could be easily mistaken for someone of the land as well. Not saying anything, Faded gave the man a nod in greeting while he took the chair the pink carebear had napped in. They weren't awkwardly silent together, but he wasn't exactly a chatter box, so took back to watching the others throw things at each other and drink.

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[Tobin]

(OOC: Muse: www.youtube.com/watch?v=DG_VMJg7oMM. I even managed to fit in a 69 in word count. XD)
Word count: 369

Dreams were a curious phenomenon shared by both man and animal alike. While various mysteries shrouded the very motion of dreaming, how did it forefill its purpose in the reorganisation of the days memories, is it possible that dreams are a glimpse of the distant future, or indeed were the dreams a reflection of one’s true desire? Perhaps a one such mystery would be unravelled once the catalysist of the wet rag made impact with the dwarfs face, bringing forth a moment of action!

*Smack*

".....oi, ya smothering... Oh. Rag."

Alright, actually kind of a underwhelming reaction. The dwarf groaned and slowly rose to his feet unsteady; the rag was yanked off his face and cast to the floor. With a berry eyed glare he went to observe how much damage he had done, only to observe the strange coupling between Caer and Elk's breasts. He stared blankly between the two of them, and either side and sighed. The absence of any emotion on the dwarf's face in response to these events was amusing.

"Is this the real life, or a dwarf's fantasys..."

*Smack*

The dwarf concluded the illusion couldn't be real and punched himself in the face. Funnily enough that hurt. Another dull glance caused him to sigh, deeper this time as he examined the empty bottle of vokda. Just how long had he been unconscious for? Well, that was probably the last spectacle he expected to wake up to, though it was one of the better aftermaths to wake up to. We just all have to give love a chance!

"Alright lasses, I won't ask, just whatevar ya doin', is cool. Rite? Let me kno' if ya need anythin'."

His gaze fell on Mab and he shrugged with a smile as he wheeled around to fill a jug of water to give to Bast, though before he turned back he whispered.

"I expect there to be songs of this moment, but for now, a bit of "Aerosmith, I don't want to miss a thing" would be good. Even just singing will do."

Tobin returned to the counter and sighed, paying for the vodka out of his own pocket, a soft chuckle at the irony of the song.

[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 22 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 507	Tags: @tobin - Elkeid - @dindeen - Faded - Bast	Skills: Cure Bloom

The girl took in the spectacle that was happening at this time. The dwarf out cold for some unknown reason, Cear the manly pink bear was hugging Elkeid, the bard wanted a glass of water, and the makeup artist was still at his table, now joined by someone else. What went through the druid’s mind as she observed all this. Well… the first drink she had had been given the time to settle in her body, and was racing through her so her judgement might have been slightly clouded, but Mab wasn’t jealous, the glances she threw the towards the hugging pair, where not jealousy at all. Well maybe it was a little, but not because of the hug. Though Mab would not mind a hug, she was mostly jealous because of the bewb hug. Between glances Mab looked down at her own flat chest briefly, and felt somewhat uncomfortable. Sighing in acceptance that she would be a tall flat-chested girl forever. Her moment of jealousy passed more or less. Life was unfair at times Mab concluded.

“Help her, with what?”

The girl wondered lazily as Elkeid asked for help. Everything was perfectly alright. Except for the dwarf Mab heard Tobin stir, and concluded that he woke up. The wet rag in his face had done its job properly as it was discarded on the floor. Feeling relief the monk was not out cold any longer Mab had decided that she try and help Elkeid. She moved back to the front of the bar and walked up to the hugging pair. For a few seconds Mab weighed her options. But mostly on impulse the girl moved towards the hugging pair. Her gaze fixed on the two in front of her.

“Hey; me too!”

Mab called out and stretched her arms to enclose both Cear and Elkeid in her arms. Not sure what was the cause of her bold action, the girl decided not to care. If people were hugging Mab wanted some of that too. Unless prevented, the girl would gently hug both of them while, by accident, making use of the skill cure bloom. Making the scene look pretty in a thin pink mist. Mab would hug them only briefly before letting go, realizing that she was doing something ridiculous.

“I am so sorry.” Mab apologized to both girls. “I guess I kinda got caught up in the moment.” The girl continued her apology.

It was a good thing the alcohol had flushed her cheeks already as it was hiding the deep red her blushing shamefully. “Why on earth did I do that?” Mab muttered feeling confused about her own action. Mab was not the hugging kind, she disliked to touch people she did not know, and had never done so in the past. Not understanding or realizing the real danger that alcohol possessed Mab did not factor in that first drink she had. Though it did not make her drunk, it surely did lower her usual self restraint. Mab found a barstool where she could sit on.

[Bast]

He was thankful for his jug of water it would help tide him over, someone had once told him if he drank the same volume of water as alcohol he would never get a hangover…it was a lie of cause but rehydrating the body did help so did food…but somehow he didn’t feel like ordering lander food. And he had no one around that he felt would make him food (bacon preferably), he only knew Caer was a chief and she didn’t look up to it never mind he did know her well enough to just ask for food…but the image of asking her for a BLT got him laughing as even in his imagination she didn’t give him it instead a punch that sent him flying into imaginary Tobins set up as bowling pins go flying…hehe yeah asking any lass for a sandwich even a bacon one would never fit in his brain as a good plan even when drunk. *Sigh* So lander food or nothing…well when he had gone through a few more pints and the jug he would question it again, but for now it was a resounding no.

Bast finally left his head and found he had already started playing the song Tobin had subjected though he found he was playing his instrument less and more singing it…hehe if only he had a singer he could become a karaoke machine…hmmm maybe he was drunk he was starting to think of himself as machines more and more often, never a good sign. But the words though both ironic on multiple levels attached to him and sleepyheads everywhere, he found the title fit perfectly for the scene he was looking at, A half rubbed out moustache faced pink bear cuddling up to Cool and is that a hint of snobbery, no probably not the right word she was hugging…wellbeing hugged by a pink bear girl and staying calm no stoic or sharp yeah those seemed better descriptions of this lady at the moment having her bosom used as cushions. All of that wrapped up in a happy hugging Mab using not only her clothes but actual magic to bring the effect of glamour and cuteness all in one. Damn had he slipped his thoughts into the song he felt sure he had just swapped a verse to become about what he was seeing ;

“Lying close to your bosom your heart beating
And I’m wondering what Caers dreaming,
Wondering if it’s Mab who’s gleaming…”

Gladly I catch the rest of the verse and swap those kiss lines to the title of this world and have this song go for a turn down under. Though part of him was glad he wasn’t singing a holey hymn or it would have all likely turn it it into about what veal holds and how the god will be are bacon and our shield….hehe he did prefer those versions of the hymns though…even if they were not so religious. Ahh well choosing to turn more attention to simply playing the notes behind the song rather than it being more singing than tune he felt a bit better in his chance if he lost focus again…oooh a penny.

When he finished playing he filled up one of his finished pint glasses with water and chugged it down in one, wanting to help his mind get a little more focused faster…even if it was more likely just gonna make hi need the toilet more than anything else.

“Thanks Tobin for the water…and everything else…”

He muttered before he started playing the great escape theme and moved to sit with his drinks hoping he could find a way to fade into the background…he felt that should be easy he wasn’t a pink bear after all…but who knows these days. Did that lady say she wasn’t drunk enough for something earlier? Should he offer her some of the drinks hear they were for the drinking game but he couldn’t drink them alone…well he could but offering good socialising, socialising is a good thing…but not now she has just finished a happy hug of three she from her expression didn’t originally want and she still had a bear attachment…not the time to offer a lady a drink she is kind of busy, hmm the great escape didn’t sound right to his ears on harmonica and chose to whistle it instead for the chorus main parts at least…yes that fit better.

Part of him wanted to go out and buy random instruments, so he could play songs how he wanted them to sound…though he wasn’t sure if he should try that till he level upped a bit more. Hmm what sounded good simply on harmonica hmm? Take me Home, Country Roads maybe, Free bird…maybe he should just stop before starts to create too. Something told him his lolly gagging was more the problem than anything else so… his focus again started to wonder as he played and drank.

Word Count: 829
[OOC:Maybe I should have waited to make this it just never seemed right...but meh I'm over-thinking things just like bast now so... good luck any questions on what the hell I'm thinking I may try and tell you if you ask...try.]
Tags: Tobin @dindeen Mab Elkeid

[Elkeid]

In hindsight, downing that entire bottle in one go like that was not one of her better ideas. Elkeid pressed trembling fingers against her temples. She still wasn't quite drunk yet, but was definitely tipsy. Her natural tolerance seemed to have been heightened by her former Brewer passive, but that wasn't going to save her if she continued drinking. 'Tea…' Her eyes had settled on her Long Island Ice Tea, which was practically screaming "DRINK ME!"

Oh, wait; she still had to deal with the drunken pink bear thing - Caerbannog. It was kind of cute, really. She hated it immediately. 'If you hate it so much, why are you hugging it?' No no, this wasn't an honest hug. She was positively attempting to smother the life out of the adorable little bear, by forcing its head further into her bosom. See, kids - this is why you shouldn't go around burying your head in the chests of strange and hostile women. She eased up a little when Tobin popped his bearded face up from behind the bar (was there a clown car back there or something?). "This isn't what it looks like, Toby." Damn right it was cool.

She went back to aggressively cuddling the pink bear Caer after that, feeling oddly possessive of the little creature. If the Caer bear had come cozying after her, did that make Elkeid the "mama bear"? She certainly felt like it, and would no doubt claw Faded's eyes and little fingers out if he dared to come close. Her nails sadly weren't that long now (maintaining long nails as a Monk was difficult), so she would have to rely on her fists, and maybe even her heels.

Elkeid tensed up when a tall figure approached, one hand poised to knock them flat on their back if they came too close for comfort, but relaxed when she saw it was only Mab. Mab was one of the few friendly neighborhood animal friends Caer bear was allowed to have. She was all right. She was also giving mother and daughter a hug? The hug came with a pretty, thin mist, reminiscent of air fresheners. Had Elk not experienced something similar at Scoria's trolling hands (when he "touched up" her perfume), she would have expected a softcore scene to follow. "...Still not drunk enough for this," she muttered as Mab ended her side of the hug. Elkeid still had the little drunken Caer bear to contend with. Was she asleep or sufficiently smothered now?

Wait wait wait. What was Bast singing? The original song was unfortunately lost on Elkeid, whose ability to process spoken words before entering the game was nil. Did he seriously just make up a song to sing about them on the spot? Well, she wasn't mentioned by name, at least, though it was obvious what her role in all this was. "No more milk for you," she said sternly to her adopted bear cub.

The Caer bear would probably remain latched on like a young koala bear, but now her legs were dangling over Elkeid's lap. She picked up a stray napkin from the bar and wet one end with the liquor from her glass. The crude markings on Caer's face had not been forgotten. Elkeid dabbed and wiped at these as best as she could, smudging and clearing away most of the ink. Some of it had more than likely found its way into the black fabric of her cloth armor, though it would be unnoticeable. The girl's face, on the other hand… The ink that wouldn't come off left big smears around Caer's face, but using anymore of her drink was out of the question.

Elkeid took a few sips now, contemplating offering the little cub some of her drink. Also, despite her prior convictions (in case it wasn't abundantly clear to everyone), the woman was actually on the cusp of French kissing inebriation.

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Muse:
Ugly Betty

Notes:
idek anymore.

Tags:
Bast, @dindeen, Faded, Mab & Tobin

Words:
655

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StatusMaking Elkeid uncomfortable. OOC Notes--- Tags@dindeen With her face buried between the soft, warm mounds of the lovely, tall monk – the exact opposite of the half-ling who had passed out behind the bar- Caerbannog could barely hear and could not at all see what went on around her. She heard some singing at some point, but between the alcohol, the sleepiness, the left puff-puff and the right puff-puff, the samurai was steadily drifting back to sleep. Or maybe it was not sleepiness. Maybe it was asphyxiation. But who cares about death? All the samurai knew was that the puffiness was nice and warn, and so she stayed there. Eventually, Elkeid moved to a position that was slightly less comfortable to the Caer Bear so the girl finally looked up at the face which was attached to the boobs. The samurai blinked a few times but she did not have enough yet. Caerbannog put her arms around the woman’s torso and buried her face into the inviting mounds once again, not even considering the fact that maybe, just maybe, her actions could be interpreted as sexual harassment. Not that she cared; not that she was conscious enough to care. “Nnn?” was the pink bear’s complaint when her face was turned up suddenly towards the monk who then tried her best to clean up the drawn-on face, “Ugu…” Caerbannog wrinkled her nose and let out a little sneeze, but she was kind enough to have turned her head towards her right side so as not to throw mucus and saliva anywhere on the kind woman. The samurai blinked sleepily at Elkeid who strangely enough looked just like… “Mum?” Caer muttered. The long hair, the height and busty appearance resembled her mother’s; aside from the long dark hair and fair face, Kyuu did not resemble her mother and so the woman was so disappointed when the girl did not ‘grow up’. At some point, she had wondered if that was a reason as to why the woman treated her coldly, but those thoughts were lost over time when Kyuu learned to immerse herself in video games and books. In her sleepy and drunk state though, Caerbannog’s memories surfaced, ones that she had not bothered to tell those who were closest to her even. “MUUUUUUM!” Caerbannog wailed, “I’ll drink a lot of milk and grow up for you! And I’ll wear all the annoying dresses that you bought for me! Ryuu-nii can make new dresses too! Please come baaaaaack! WAAAAAAAAAH!” The samurai wailed to Elkeid’s face as her hands clung to the sides of the woman’s clothes. WC: 425 || Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

[Kumori]

	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 5MP every 5s	Kumori :: Level 68 :: Assassin Armor: Cuirass of Shadows with Cloak of Darkness Main Weapon: Night’s Kiss by 黒 with Nectar Scabbard and Alvan Blade by 黒 Quick Slot: Heaven's Wrath by 黒 Other: Something
WC: ?	Tags: 767	Skills: Skill name

Ryuu had decided to stroll into the bar that Kyuu and company were in. He saw that they were in there from his mini-map, but he also didn’t really have any reason to not go there. He was simply here to buy a few bottles of scotch and then head back to the guild house. He wanted to get back to his work as soon as possible. When he went in, he had no intention of sticking around or even getting noticed by the people he knew here. He was feeling a bit introverted today and wanted to sit at home. As he approached the bar, he waved his hand at the keep and put two fingers up. He had run out of his favorite scotch, so he needed to restock his supply. While he didn’t drink often, he often bought two bottles just to limit the times he had to come here and grab a new bottle. As he handed the keep his coins, he waited for him to bring back his spoils. He had an urge to look towards his girlfriend, but at this point, he was trying to get work done, and if he turned towards her, he would be inclined to join her. It was better for him if he didn’t approach her now. He had to remain tactful and remember that he had work to do. He sighed as he waved the nearest keep and asked him for a glass of the scotch he ordered, in order to kill the time while he waited. He didn’t want to be the clingy and needy boyfriend, so he really wanted to give her space.

But there was something that had made him turn his attention towards the samurai. The yell, the sound of a crying voice was one he hadn’t heard in a long time. His head had turned towards his girlfriend who had yelled the words “MUUUUM,” a cry that he hadn’t thought could have come out of her. For all the years that he had known the samurai, he had only know contempt and hate for her mother, and yet here she was, yelling out for her mother. Ryuu stood up almost instantly and ran towards the samurai. The wailing only grew louder as he got closer, and he caught every single word that she was spewing out. Ryuu’s eyes had turned from a normal, tiresome day into a much more concerned and distraught form. Ryuu grabbed the shoulders of the samurai and gently pulled her off of the monk. “I’m sorry about this…” he said to her, apologizing for the sudden change of mood. Ryuu turned the samurai towards him and held the back of her head into his chest. “ 泣かないで｡” he said to her softly. Well it didn’t matter who heard him. The likelihood of anyone understanding was relatively… well extremely low, but he spoke to her in this manner to calm her. “ 君のせいじゃない,” he said holding the back of her head with his right hand. His left hand held her lower back close to him, and he allowed her to cry into his chest.

He stayed there for the while that she was crying, trying to comfort her. Ryuu looked up at the group of companions she was with and smiled at them. “You should go back to drinking… I’ll take care of her,” he said to them, trying to hide his dismay from them, but if there was one thing that was a weakness to him in this world, it was the woman in from of him. The one who he had revolved his world around for the last 3 to 4 years. This was his life, this was his friend… this was his girlfriend that he cared so much about. After allowing the samurai to either fall asleep or gather her composure, Ryuu would either lead her out of the bar or carry her out. He waved to the barkeep to notify him that he would be back later for his scotch. “大丈夫か?” he would ask her when they reached close to the threshold of the bar. After a nod, her silence because of passing out, or simply her unwillingness to answer, the assassin would lead her out of the bar. He turned back before leaving and said to the guests that were with the samurai. “Thank you for taking care of her,” he said to them forcing a smile, before he turned around to leave.