The Reoccuring Gag [PM/Invite]

[Tobin]

(OOC: Nisha and Hiro. Lets drink! If you want to join, PM me)

WC:730

Upon entering the bar the thing immediately apparent was the rather rural abode, fashioned after the Irish/English pubs, the dwelling was characterised by solid, wooden beams and warm browns and green decor. The structure of the room was a simple rectangular shape, with the punters entering through a heavy set of oak and iron braced doors via the width of the triangle.

Immediately to the right was a counter that ran the length of the room. Resting on the counter top was a long slab of oak carved from a mighty tree, though the time hadn’t been kind as drink spills, scorches, scuffles and polishing had left the surface discoloured and heavily worn in places, admit still fit for function. Built into the firm sturdy bench was a series of brass taps that faced in towards the barkeep, a relic from a bygone age designed to cool provide a chilled beverage from the barrels hidden from view. Behind the counter was a series of firm cupboards that had a brass plate hammered that detailed the inventory. There was a section cut into the front of each panel that allowed the guests to view the bottles on display, though one would have to squint as the green glass was thick to minimise exposure to sunlight as direct exposure was known to numb the taste of certain products. At the far right corner there was a food counter though as no adventurer chefs worked here the food would be fairly basic, Tobin was a brewer so that end was little personal concern to him.

The table arrangement to the left side of the venue was quite cosy, as each of the round, sturdy oak tables was only a dwarf’s width away from one another. Each table was broad enough to hold up to twelve people crammed around, though there were only six chairs at set each, thus to staff more chairs one would have to take from the other tables. For those desiring a more private conversation, at the far left of the room there was a single secluded table concealed within a solid oak open topped booth that could comfortably seat four people.

As the entry of light was restricted by the use of thick, purple glass that passed as windows, the majority of the light emerged from the lanterns dotted around the room, hanging up from the beams and fixed into place with makeshift containers. There were, of course tell tail scorch marks on the ground and work surfaces, though it added to the charm as it was mostly surface scuff. The more dwarf of mind simply considered the owner a cheapskate that wouldn’t fix something that had yet to break. As a result, though it might have had refinement in the past, it was very much a latern lit worn down venue with a glowing atmosphere.

Oh, and there’s bedrooms upstairs, as most taverns made some revenue that way. Though that being said, any action that would violate the pg-13 guidelines isn’t acceptable here, so keep ya mind out of the gutter; this is a roleplaying forum not 50 shades of grey!

With that he waited for his first customer of the day, a long stool step-up stool under the bench allowed him to stand tall, clad in a checked white and grey shirt and sleeveless overcoat to look more formal, his fingers gently drummed on the table as his mind dwelled on memories, both distant and present like the sun tickling through a silk curtain, distant and somewhat dull in his mind yet hued in a pleasant shade that made passing the time a less excruciating experience.

For the Dwarf however business had been quiet, people saught him less for the tidbits now since most emerging adventurers had gone further afeild in their adventures. So he began to hum a song to pass the time in this slow evening, no particlar reason other then it reminded him a little of the world that had long since moved on.

Such atmosphere, wow. Stop pulling for viewers dwarf.

[Nisha]

Urgh it had been a weird day for Nisha, not bad per sé, but rather... well, weird, first of all, the place she had slept on had been moved lower all of a sudden. Nisha had been too tired to check much where she slept, but apparently it had been some wooden boards they needed to use for construction and had hoisted up over night. It had been a comfortable sleeping place, but waking up closer to the ground than before had been disturbing. The next thing had been the food, for the first time since forever she had tried another place and it had turned out they were still selling non tasting food, well, not really tasting like nothing, but rather like papermaché or something. Weird and even though filling unsatisfying, same with drinking, her favorite shop had been closed, but luckily she found a good other shop and got at least something to drink, but it had been some new weird recipe and it still was in her mouth, tasting like apple mixed with some grapes or something.

But not enough, walking out of the city, she suddenly lost interest in going out of the city and had begun to wander around, just to find her in front of the library, but the book she wanted to read was still rented out, even though they already had the next volume... In the end, she had decided to drown what had happened today in alcohol and start the day over... tomorrow. Sighing heavily she wondered if she should even bother with her usual places, most likely they were flooded or had a weird case of frog rain or something, well, time to try out something new. Resigning herself to that fate, she walked by some shady looking bars, usually where she went straight in, loving the heavy atmosphere and whispering, just to destroy it with normal talking and ordering fun drinks. But it seemed like she was in the mood for something more... exotic? Noticing the sign of the next bar, she began chuckling a little and decided it was weird enough for today to be working and open and maybe even interesting enough to become one of the bars on her list. If not, it would do for the day. Pushing open the door to the bar, she looked around with a stern expression, judging each and every one inside or so it seemed, but she was just setting the mood until she saw someone she knew. Her face changed to smiling and grinning as she walked into the room and over to the dwarf, one of the few people she would always recognize after that fight he had had with the golems. Sheesh, just thinking about it made the day that much more weird and awesome.

But really, it was interesting how the dwarf had a bar, and from the looks of it quite a nice one, breathing in for the first time, mostly she did this in new bars to find out how bad the smell was, but it was not too bad in here either. "Lookie here, a wild tobin, how have you been? Have not seen you in a while, have I?" Nisha said with a happy tone in her voice, smirked and sat down at the bar, usually she liked tables more, but for the dwarf she would make an exception. "So, your own bar, huh? Looks good." Nisha nodded approvingly and let her eyes wander, the bar was not all too full, but london was not as full as it had been before as well, so it was not really this places fault. Actually also the reason why so many good businesses went bankrupt or moved, sarum and avon being the new in cities. It was sigh worthy, Nisha really liked London and did not know if she could part with it before tomorrow. Maybe tonight. But now that she was already here, she could drink until she dropped at least, one thing that had not changed from real life. As for the pg13 and view grabs, Nisha was not above to break rules, but she was pretty sure not to have any deep relationship, even if this felt pretty real, it was only a game and she just did not see the fun part about falling in love or non pg13-ing if she did not know what the other person was really like. One thing she was deeply rooted in the real world with.

Words: 753
Tags: Hirosame Tobin
Weapon: Nishan(Scar)
Armor: Nishanat (Daybreak)
Accessoires: Nishani (Keepsake)

[Hirosame]

"Go out and find a new bar... The neep would I know about finding a new bar!?" Hiro asked himself, kicking the ground to move a bit faster. Hiro was grumbling to himself after Saeko had so wonderfully demanded that Hiro find a new bar for her to drink at. The last bar she was in, she got into a bar fight, and was kicked out. Of course, she didn't do any of the fighting herself, more that she left the dirty work to Hiro. Of course, she started it all when she called some guy a few names in her drunken rage. Letting out a sigh, Hiro kicked the ground again. He decided that he'd bring along his skateboard, just so he could get around the town a bit better than as if he were walking around like a doof. Hell, he made the skateboards and roller blades, why not ride around in the town? Make the whole errand that he had so casually been forced into a bit more enjoyable. Since Saeko was too "busy" to do the actual task herself, or rather too lazy, she wanted Hiro to go around and do it. He's not some pack mule that she could boss around, but it got him out of the Palace.

Today hadn't really been Hiro's day. First, his new type of engine nearly exploded in his face, so he went out to fight some monsters to make himself feel better. Come to find out, there was something kind of like a school trip for younger and less-leveled members out where Hiro was going to fight, and they were teaching these weaker and younger players how to fight properly. He knew that they needed to fight stuff more than he did, since he's already at 64 now. After that, he thought that he'd go take a small trip out to Moon Dance and see if he could challenge that Amaterasu he met up with a long time back for a friendly match. Sadly, though, it was already getting to be around 2 PM by this time, and he hadn't eaten yet. Deciding to get a bite to eat, he made the mistake of asking for the new item on the menu, which turned out very poorly. Afterwards, it was too late to head over to Moon Dance, so he just went back to the Palace, where he was soon after told to go find a new bar. Sure, probably not the same, or equivalent, problems as others may or may not have had, but it still bothered him.

So he took up the job of finding this "new bar" for Saeko to crash at, as it got him some time to ride around the city for a little while. As such, he'd taken all the roads he could to find this new place, performing flips and trips where he could. This helped calm him down a considerable amount, and he found himself laughing and smiling eventually. Without even noticing, the day had progressed to a point where the sun was starting to go down, and the sky was beginning to redden on the far horizon. He figured that it might do him some good now to stop playing around, as he had been for about 2 hours now, and do what he was supposed to do. A few more minutes of skateboarding around, he caught a glimpse of a girl up ahead looking up at a building. What she was looking at was some kind of a sign, which Hiro could tell was a bar sign. The girl herself looked to be clad in black, and a tail extended behind her. As she walked in, Hiro slowed his board down, and looked inside as he came to a halt. The girl herself wasn't all that bad looking, either, but that's beside the point. Hiro flipped the skateboard up into the air, and dismissed it into his inventory.

Maybe this would be a good place to check out, he figured. So, putting some other things away in his inventory, Hiro fixed his hat to point forward, and strode into the bar. As he opened the door and walked in, he observed the people around him. Most of them were wearing rather dark colors, most of which having some kind of mossy green. And here Hiro was, standing with his bright blue dress shirt, red-ochre hair, and shining green eyes, amid a group of pale or dark colored patrons. He felt slightly self conscious for a moment, when he noticed the girl from before, taking a place at the bar. Nearby the girl (Nisha), she was speaking to a barman, who Hiro recognized as no other than Tobin. His mood having relaxed a little, Hiro walked up to the bar, a seat away from the girl to her right, and leaned against it, facing the dwarf. "I'll take 2 beers, Tobin. And maybe a Stonehenge Arm, too." He said jokingly to his monk brother. Giving Tobin a nod, he took a seat at the bar as well. "How's it goin', man? Been a little while, hasn't it?" Giving his friend a smile, as is his custom, he turned to the girl as well. Without skipping a beat, he nodded to her as well, tipping his hat a little. If he needed to introduce himself to her, he'd do just that, but for now, he'd like to just let things take their course.

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((OOC: As of my most recent AP Claim, I should be 64. Referencing that here to avoid confusion. o7))

[Tobin]

(OOC: I plan on going story time and I plan on using my full level, 77. The Dwarf will prepare his own drink. Seriously, ask him for anything and he will probably have a shot at it. XD Just building up to fun. Nisha and Hirosame)

WC: 504

The Dwarf swiftly stood to attention as the bell jingled as a great grin flickered upon his lips as his hands continued to polish the glass as was the habit during quieter times, already a customary greeting rolled from the stocky fellows lips.

"Howdy stranger, wha' be bringin' ya ta tis humble abode- Oh? I seem ta recongise ya face from somewhur'."

The Dwarf frowned slightly as he scanned the lass once over. It wasn't often he saw a black haired fox hair in his travels, the only two that he had own had originated from more oriental backgrounds thus the lass didn't have the characteristics that they had. Yet the feeling of familiarity lingered at the back of his mind until she spoke, a wave of information crept out from his subconscious. After all, in this world there were many adventurers to remember yet it was difficult to truly forget anyone.

"Ahahahah! Nisha! I had wondared wha' had happened ta ya lassie!" The fellow paused as his mind turned back to her question, tis was only customary to greet first before rambling on about ones self. “I be well enou’, been kept busy with various things, brewin’ fa a wedding, fightin’ things ya can only dream ‘bout, all dem typical things. Ya heard the news recently?”

The Dwarf paused as a new figure entered the bar and from the outset the bright red hair and the traditional monk gab was instantly recognisable as Hiro. With a nod the fellow gave a great grin as he slammed a glass down and with a tug of the handle disgorged the bitter brew into the metallic tankard, the soft din of droplets against a unrelenting surface provided a pleasance ambience that decreased in frequency.

“Sure, comin’ right up. I been well enough, some highs, some lows, died one time, a curious sensation I must admit width an impressive enough tale to accompany it.” The fellow gave a soft rumble under his throat as the glasses were swapped over and the din reset again to a high pitched rumble. “Sadly Nish tis isn’t mah bar. Haven’t gotta home yet, asid’ from Aeryn ‘n’ a super mysterious dwelling up in ta mountains.” The Dwarf paused as a frown darkened his expression. “Ahh, probably shouldn’t hav’ mentioned tha’ latter one, in any case.”

The Dwarf paused as he produced three glasses, a highball, a pint and a whine glass and simply let a eyebrow rise, after all, ale and beer wasn’t the Dwarf’s only drink he had on other and he could forge many things provided his patrons knew what they sought.

“Wha’ ya be havin’ Nisha? I am certain ya be havin’ some tales ta tell of ya journeh. Ye also Hiro, then, I will give a tale oaf mah own. Fair trade, no? Well, ‘n’ a little gold ta keep tis establishment going.”

The Dwarf stroked his long nose with a finger. A soft chuckle erupted from his throat

-My my, becoming more jewish by the day.-

[Nisha]

Well, that was new, not really, she should have expected to not be recognized by anyone anymore. It had been a while after all and her whole character was made to be at least somewhat inconspicous. It should really not have come as a surprise, but Myriel was still in there and she felt a bit of a pain in her pride as the dwarf basically told her he had to remember first. Ah, breath in and out. Get used to it girl and embrace it, who knows how long you will be in there and forgetting someone came with time and who knew, they could have plenty of it. Smiling anyway, grinning actually, thinking that this was a dedicated player who really dissolved in his role, even the way he spoke was perfect for a dwarf and instead of hanging around her more gloomy thoughts she just enjoyed the show as he went on and on.

Nisha always had wondered about it, some people were using mods and sound mixer to create a voice for their own character, after all, who wanted to sound like a ten year old when their character looked like a bulky 40 something? Same with the dwarf, it made Nisha wonder what he was doing, if this was his real natural voice or if this was actually some kind of technical thing, would destroy her illusion, so she did not ask. "No, been away from civilization for a bit, had some stuff I needed to figure out, so what has been going on?" Nisha asked, after all, if anyone bartender and owner of taverns usually had the juiciest and best info, so this was actually quite a treat if she could fresh up on stuff and at the same time have some fun drinking. Noticing someone else sitting down beside her and speaking with the dwarf, Nisha turned a bit and looked at him. Tilting her head a little, she turned back to Tobin and ordered as well. "While you are at it, let´s see, a bottle of shots and a beer for now. Maybe some lemon slices if you have?" Ah, now that she was sitting at the bar, she was getting thirsty for the alcohol, only thing she had had in all the time she had been away had been water and berries mostly. Some failed attempts at cooking and the occasional traders trade wares. Ah, civilization where there was alcohol. "As for the shots, something with apple in it would be appreciated, need something to get my energy back, had the weirdest of days. Time to blast the memory out." Nisha laughed and let her tails rest, making all of them but one disappear and that one was snaking around Nisha´s hips to rest on her lap.

"Aeryn?" Nisha asked, pretty sure she had heard or seen that name before, but not really able to remember the occasion. "Ah, well, hope you can get home soon, but whoever owns this bar has my respect, it´s nice. As for the ninja village, don´t worry, I already forgot that if I get enough to drink tonight." Winking at the dwarf, she wondered what tale she should tell them, then decided to go for the truth. "Got no tale to tell, at least nothing worthy of the name, just needed time to sift through my own things and get myself hyped up again. There are just too many too awesome people around not to wonder where you fit into the scheme, you know?" The tip of her tail flopped irritatedly and Nisha leaned back a bit, wondering if 'Hiro?' had any good story to tell instead, but she already knew that she was definitely looking forward to the story of the dwarf. But in the end, she just wanted to have her drink now and really get this over with, this whole day, she had already given up on the day anyway, but then again, the night was young.

Words: 665
Tags: Hirosame Tobin
Weapon: Nishan(Scar)
Armor: Nishanat (Daybreak)
Accessoires: Nishani (Keepsake)

[Hirosame]

As Tobin and the girl named Nisha spoke to one another, Tobin had brought over a few drinks for Hiro, even though he was joking about it. After their last encounter with Stonehenge a little while back, Hiro thought that he and Tobin were pretty well off as friends for now. Not to mention the time they went to Moon Dance Village for the first time- That's the perfect story to bring up. Hiro, unwittingly, grabbed hold of one of the glasses, took a drink, and put a few gold onto the table, sliding it over to Tobin. He then turned to face the two of them, as Nisha had explained that she didn't really have a story to tell for now. So, he figured he'd break the ice on story time. But, since Nisha wasn't there when it happened, he'd have to do some explaining. But, first a proper introduction. Hiro lifted the mug to the woman, and nodded to her again. "Hey, name's Hiro. I'm the guild leader of Apocrypha." That was a good enough introduction, for sure. At least, it would work well enough for one, he figured. So, he began the story, starting from the top.

"So, Tobin and I, a little while back now, were on a quest together to take this elder's grandson to a new area in Sarum, called Moon Dance Village. We weren't the only ones, though, as there were two others with us. Both were Fox-Tails, one was a cleric, and one was a shaman. Both girls. So, Tobin and I, being the two muscular tanks we are, decided to help them along and guard them on the way. Took us all day to get there, but it was well worth it." Hiro put down the mug, and started to use his hands to show what the village looked like. "The village's boundaries were surrounding by Sakura trees, and there was this huge Sakura tree all the way in the back. Then, above the town, in the middle, was this orb of pale light that shone as bright as the moon, right? That's the Moon Spirit, and the giant tree is the Sakura Tree Spirit. So when we get there, we're all mystified and stuff, looking around and around." That was about as much back story as Nisha needed, probably. Taking another sip from the mug, he looked back at her and continued. Still another thing to say, as he remembered.

"So, while we're there, some of the villagers come up to the Shaman in our group, and hailed her as a priestess. They took her up to the shrine to meet with elders and such." He nodded to Tobin with a smile, hoping that he knew where Hiro was going with this. "The cleric followed her up, and they both disappeared for a while. So it was just me and Tobin here on our own, wandering about the town. A little while later, the Cleric came back down by herself, and Tobin had to leave. We never saw the Shaman again after that." He took a sip, and positioned himself to face both Nisha and Tobin. "You know how we never found out what happened to Inori, the Shaman girl, right, Dwarf?" He paused to let Tobin respond before continuing. "Well, I found out a few days later that they realized that she wasn't the deity they thought she was. They got so angry and flustered over it, that they cast her out of the village for heresy!" Hiro started laughing a good bit, before taking another drink. "Turns out, the deity they mistook her for wasn't even a good one!" Hopefully this made Tobin laugh a good deal, and possibly Nisha as well. Nothing better than sharing a laugh with people over a drink, he figured. He turned to Nisha at the end of his little story, and spoke. "You might like it there, it's real peaceful. It's open to adventurers now." He took another drink, and turned back to Tobin. "Okay, Dwarf. Your move." Hiro put the mug down in expectation.

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[Tobin]

(OOC: That actually happened to Inori? XD Curious. Hirosame and Nisha)

WC: 1540

The Dwarf gave a chuckle as he fumbled through the back shelf to draw a great bottle simply labelled "Tobin's First Impression" that was poured into each of the shot glasses. Though the liquid had appeared green in the bottle, once it became removed from its tinted container the colour of the strongly alcoholic liquid was a faint pink that carried a distinct aroma of apple that seemed to mask the strength of the alcohol well to provide a balanced and flavourful, if potent flavour, most likely all those things that the lass sought. Upon drinking, the potent punch with first overpower the taste buds with a rich citrus punch before the heat of the alcoholic kicked in to burn the tongue, throat and stomach, though it would soon settle to a reassuring warmth.

For the beer the Dwarf produced black bear from a pump into a pint glass, before taking a fresh tomato that he had stored in the refridgated compartment under the counter and deftly sliced the tomato in half using a sharp blade, the juice of a slice was squeezed directly into the beer to provide a certain uplifting zest to the dark, rich beverage, this he pushed toward Nisha in front of the six shot glasses as an indication to the order of which she should drink in. As the hands the tongue was not idle, Tobin would continue to talk to provide a formative fill in story, as of the moment the fellow seemed to alternate between whom he directed his attention to. After all, it was only fair that the bartender addressed one client at a time. Nisha had a lot to ask and he had a lot to tell.

"Aye I know tha’ feel. Well a lot happened, London got renovated, ta Landers of London got more organised. Ta railway has been cleared out 'n' currently the expedition force is pushin' further north and west, as fur up as Avon and ta alse of grain. So ya could say progress has been boomin'!" The fellow chuckled, mostly out of habit more then anything. "Otvar than tha'? I been makin' a name fa my self seeking out ta great beasts oaf the land and good business makin' brews.” There was a momentary pause as he began to stroke his beard thoughtfully. “Like mah lv 40 edition of ta first impression, served it up at the wedding and doesn’t take too long ta make, unlik’ most booze. I would drink the beer first thou’, ta Impression has a tendency ta kill ya taste afterward though least ya wun’t be blind by drinkin’ tis! Gahaha!!!”

It was at this point that the special edition beer was coming together; it was difficult to word lengthy conversations out like tis so to save the lass her sanity the author decided to conclude a filler column in which to allow her to obsorb this data. Needless to say if she had anything she wanted to go over, he would be more exact.

“Aye, I thank yee lassie. I do hav’ one home as said and I often stay in inn’s furthar a field, thou most ta time I have a room in ta Aeryn guild place. Friendleh community tat is made of some oaf ta hardest nuts tis server has ta offar, and well that’s not evan considerin’ how well they can fight.”

The Dwarf gave a heartly chuckle at this point. It was no secret that Aeryn’s long term aim seemed fairly simple in comparison to most. They were just friends looking to kick the tar out of things and earn glory, though if there had been a greater objective it was lost on the squat being. Tobin’s train of thought was finally interrupted with a raised eyebrow as a beer was pushed back to him, a heartly chuckle emiited from his throat as he stroked his beard and sighed as a moment of contemplation took place, accompanied by a slight shake of his head.

“Ya know I can’t drink tis Hiro, I’mma tha’ bar keep, I can’t get drunk. Tis nut the bartender way.” The fellow cast a curious glance down, before he swept his hand down and necked half of it in one go. Detox deactivated so that he could feel the relaxation properties of the alcohol when it came. After all, though he didn’t know Hiro fantastically well, in the past he had been the kind of fellow you could rely on for both the fight and entertainment. “Unfortuanteh fa tis bar, I’m no man, I’mma Dwarf.”

It were then that the Dwarf listened to the tale that was woven, though since he knew how this tale the Dwarf couldn’t help but utter a chuckle. The village was interesting enough to visit, though it took quite some elberation to make the journey sound interesting. In truth nothing really happened, he walked the lass there so tha’ the preist could do some mumbo jumbo, Dwarf did funny stuff. In all honesty Dwarf had hoped to hear something a tad more action packed.

“Aye, it were like a shoppin’ trip, but minus the shoppin’.” The fellow gave another throaty rumble. “Rightie oh, I got a tale fa yee when I were just a low ranker, a tale of when both me ‘n’ Caer hunted ta elusive Black Lagoon in ta poison bogs, rite in ta heart of the swamps. Ta make things interestin’ we level synced ta take on the beast. Just me ‘n’ her ta get a vaccine fa a plague that ravaged those tha’ had bathed in tis swamps. Trackin’ ta fella to the lair was easeh enough since he made ta confront us, however tis skin was filled with deception as it deceived the naked eye with its camouflage to ambush us. Yet as it stroke I stuck ‘im with one barrage of mah fists ‘n; sent flyin’ cross the lake lik’ a skimmin’ stone cast across ta water? Wha’ ya think happened then?”

The stocky fellow let out another heartly chuckle as, like a musician he let the tension build, to sample the mood between his companions. Was there interest? Excitement? Anticipation? Unfortunately this author couldn’t sample the mood so the tale would continue, a river of gold formed on the Dwarf’s fingers as the gold coins began to dance between them.

“Well, I simpleh grabbed Caer by her back and tossed ‘er aftar ta the beast. I thought it were funneh ta do it ta othar way around fa a change. Well, least till she landed next ta creature and got sucked undar. Ta paraphrase et, let me put it tis way; she swallowed moar drink then she talked, so needless ta say I didn’t know she couldn’t swim so she guts dragged undar. It were no question ta what I had ta do next, width a sharp dive I plunged aftar the beast and pulled mahself down aftar hur, into the lair where et had complete mastery ovar tis movement and I, weakened by ta crushin’ weight of water. What did I do thur, I hear ya ask?”

There was another pause, this time more fleeting as he glanced eagerly between both Nisha and Hiro. After all, tis were in his nature to big himself up for he had not the height to fall back on.

“I shoved mah fist between them and struck et with a shockwave and yanked tha’ fox hair from tis grasp ‘n’ rippin’ an eye from it’s socket. Then, half draggin’ half swimmin’ we scrambled ta the surface when the bastard caught up ta me, a firm yank drew mah back down ‘n’ onleh graspin’ fa the roots did I not disappear rite ta the bottom. Tis was when I were in tis fierce life ‘n’ stealth struggle with ta beast tha’ I were lost in options, ta either struggle oar go to ta bottom, tryin’ ta crush it with ya last breath tha’ Caer drew her sword fa me ta first time and shoved it through tis head, slayin’ et and sendin’ tis corpse down to the depths. It was when I emerged from ta filthy watur tha’ I had discovered ta most important, sensitive fact ‘bout ta beast. Ya wanna know?”

The dwarf gave a chuckle as a broad finger tapped his nose knowingly, the fact wouldn’t be disgorged if they had shown little interest though. If they did ask there would be a pause as the quizzing expression flicked between the two.

“Caer wore blue and white stripped panties. Bahahahahah! Bein’ in a school uniform did little ta protect modesty ya see.” With that the remainder of his beer was finally downed, the glassware admired with a distant glint in his blue eyes. “Well, tha’ ‘n’ a understandin’ of wha’ it means ta be in Aeryn. Ta take aneh challenge ‘n’ become ta kind of person tha’ even ta strongest of other guilds can onleh dare ta dream oaf. That, is ta Aeryn way.”

There was a soft hic as the dwarf picked up one of Nisha’s shots and downed it, like the earth tremors his time had gone and past swiftly, now it was his turn to listen.

[Nisha]

Finally Nisha got her shots and downed the first one straight away, shuddering at the impact it had in her throat, wondering what the dwarf had done to create this kind of liquor. It was quite delicious, though a bit on the light side and maybe a bit too much apple to hide the alcohol, but she would not really mind anyway. Not that the stuff was not friggin delicious and just what she needed to rip herself away from thoughts that she did not need right now. There was no need to think them and no need for them, so she took the next shotglass and emptied it, feeling ready to listening to what they both had to tell and expecting quite some stories from them. After all, her own was quite boring and did not need any retelling, the only things she had experienced that were worth talking about would also be some things she did not mind to repeat in front of others without them around. First of all because some of them involved someone doing something stupid and she was not one to make others look bad and the second one was stories where she herself looked weirdly good and it would sound like arrogance to retell those stories even from a normal point of view, so she decided not to and just enjoy what the other two had to talk about, from time to time letting the sweet nectar run into her shot glass and down them.

First of all were the news, most of them she had expected like the renovation of london, well, after all the cleaning they had done that was the least that the landers could do. Opening up more areas was something Nisha had expected as well, even though the direction this was going was a bit weird, but then again so was the whole game. Waving off in a chuckle as he told her about the wedding and the railway, wondering where this was going to go, she did not need all the smallest details and getting married had to be a somewhat small occurence in this country, after all, the landers had their own life and routine as well and she knew that at least some of them had to have been getting married at some point. The thought that players may have married did not even cross her mind. Blind, huh? Nisha wondered if licquor in a game could really make her blind, Nisha was used to stronger stuff from her uncle who distilled and brewed himself, his stuff tasted the best, but he always rationed it, so Nisha and her friends... or rather myriel had often sneak out afterwards and went drinking in some pub or bar and gotten drunk till they dropped. Nisha enjoyed it just too much. As for the community, they were what had driven Nisha out in the first place, so she decided to not act much on what tobin had said and instead just listen to the story hirosame had to tell.

Clapping her hands together at appropriate times and looking fascinated, then laughing as he ended it on that weird note, feeling how it got warmer in the bar, either from drinking like this or from how she was laughing, enjoying the stories they were telling her. It was indeed quite a spectacle and just imagining caer being helplessly rowing her arms in the water and the dwarf having to go rescue her... Nisha laughed out loud and felt tears on her eyes as she did from laughing too much. Wiping them away with her sleeve, she sighed and took it upon herself to have at least one good story for them next time she went in here, if only a small one she could tell without holding back. Shaking her head in slight disbelief at the dwarf as he told them the color of Caer´s panties that day and then laughing right away again as he told her that the schoolgirl uniform had not helped. Nisha could imagine that just all too well and wondered what kind of weird clothing some people were running around with. She herself liked her own plain one and the other two seemed to fit right in as well, but she had seen a glowing pink elf before, so nothing could really shock her anyway. "Sooo, I guesh aeryn ish your guild? Shounds interesting, mind filling me in and get shome more... thish." Nisha poked the bottle she had emptied by now and wondered why the world was starting to double from time to time.

Words: 771
Tags: Tobin Hirosame
Weapon: Nishan(Scar)
Armor: Nishanat (Daybreak)
Accessoires: Nishani (Keepsake)

[Hirosame]

Hiro listened carefully to Tobin's story as he told it, and while Nisha drank through it. Having been completely enraptured by the story, Hiro completely forgot all about the drink that he had ordered, and just let it sit there for a good while. The tale of the Dwarf and the Bite-Sized Bushido seemed pretty tame at the start, but it very quickly shifted towards something that Hiro would later recall as an increasingly embarrassing tale for Caer. Hopefully enough, though, Tobin didn't bother her about it as much as he probably could, so they'd stay on relatively good terms. Then again, you can't take almost anything that the dwarf says seriously. Hiro had learned this a little while ago back when they fought Stonehenge, as Tobin had appeared drunk as a Scotsman to a wedding of someone he hated. With all the hostility that entailed, of course. But, all in all, the story that Dwarf had told them was entertaining enough. Hiro had a rowdy laugh at the end of it. A good story, but things started to turn south when he heard Nisha's voice just near him.

Hiro looked over and saw that she had drank almost the entire bottle that Tobin had put there for her, and she was already asking for another bottle. Hiro looked at the girl, and she was already drunk as could be. But, after figuring that she probably came here for a similar reason as him, he didn't really judge her much on it. The fact that she drank so much in so little time, though, scared him. Hiro took one quick look at the other beer that the dwarf had poured out for him, and decided that he might take a pass at another drink. Maybe being aware of stuff as it goes on is a good thing. After mentally convincing himself to take it easy on the beer, especially since it was the first time he had ever drank in his life. He didn't want to ruin the occasion for himself. Or worse: Reek of beer and then have Saeko bitch him out for going out and drinking without her, when she could just as easily show up and start drinking, too. Probably would have something to do with her almost always trying to get into his pants or whatever, but yeah. Not a good idea to tell her that he drank a little tonight.

So it seemed like Nisha wasn't going to share a story for now, due to her drunken state, so Hiro picked up there, to cut her some slack. "I ever tell you about the time Saeko and I went with Kumori and Caer to a bar?" Hiro asked Tobin. "Saeko's a friend of mine who's also in Apocrypha with me, and she absolutely loves to drink. So, after a quest with Caer, I invited her out to drink with Saeko and I, which she accepted." He paused for just a moment to recollect his thoughts. "I called up Kumori to surprise her, and he showed up, completely flustering her. A little while later, both Caer and Saeko got so god damn drunk, that they started to yell at each other." Hiro made a mound motion over his chest. "Saeko's got big boobs, right? Meanwhile, Caer's flat as a board. So Caer jumps up on the table, and starts squeezing her, shouting 'HOW DID YOU GET THESE!? WHAT LEVEL GEAR IS THIS?'" Hiro broke for a second to laugh a little. "To which, Saeko replied that she had them at the start. Caer, once again squeezing, continued. 'NUH-UH, THEY WERE SMALLER WHEN I SAW YOU LAST!' And that threw Saeko off her rocker."

 "So while Saeko and Caer were having their boob-battle, the bar starts to look over at them, right? Meanwhile, Kumori and I are just staring at each other with blank expressions. We just drank our drinks and just tried to ignore them as best as we could. But, fate would soon take its course." Hiro paused for a moment, and took a deep breath. "They both immediately turned to us and asked us which of the two of them were more desirable. Without even taking notice, Kumori and I start sharing stories with each other, and laughing. By this point, they were completely blocked out of our minds, so we were just trying to have fun with the circumstances. At that moment, Saeko and Caer nodded to each other, and they sat on our laps. So, with those two sitting on our laps now, both being shorter than we are, we continue to talk over their heads. THAT threw them both off the edge of the earth, and they both just up and left." Hiro paused for a second. "While it's not very entertaining without context, but it was pretty fun for the two of us." Giving in, Hiro took a drink of the other beer. "Though, when I talked with Kumori the next day, he told me that he was forced to sleep outside. I swear, Caer has him by the balls." Leaning back in the chair, he waited for the next story.

[861 Words]

[Tobin]

WC: 800

Nisha Hirosame

The stocky figure gave a single laugh as he scooped up the bottle and twirled it between finger and thumb, it was quite amusing to see the lass steadily getting more and more drunk while Hiro had become engrossed and forgotten to drink for the longest time. Both of these behaviours were signs that his ability to spin a tale had developed ten fold since becoming a part of the eldest of tales.

"Aye, certainly, though I figured ya should try something with a bit of flavour first, befar ya have too much fun lassie." The fellow gave a chuckle, and Hiro began to tell his latest tale as the Dwarf made preparations once more. Another bottle was pulled up from behind the counter as Hiro began to disgorge another tale, though unlike the previous one it lacked a label and as the opiate container was opened, a great golden liquid gushed lavishly out of into three brass tankards for this was a medium rum that he had crafted some time ago. Perhaps unnoticed the dwarf would drop a solid golden object into the tankard, he had hoped that Hiro would provide distracting enough so that the surprise would not be noticed by Nisha. Not yet anyways.

"By ta balls? ta be honest I'm surprished she can evan find dem! Bahahah! I think I were thur fa a little bit of tha', but soon as I found dat durteh wulf hurrr in thure I bolted. Ya have aneh idea how tirin' tis is ta get tossed? Reminds me oaf tha' time when she cam' inta 'ere, tossed meh and then proceeded ta hug Elkied like a scolded child. Ten she started cryin' out fa hur mothar, something about "I'll drink milk 'n' grow up big and strong"" The dwarf gave a snort of laughter, something that hadn't happened then but it was something that tickled him post humourously. "I will tell ya I'mma just glad I dun't hav' ta baby sit hur any longer, Kumori's job ta put the dummeh in if ya get what I mean! Bahahahahah! In any case, enjoy! Tis recipe don't hav' a name just yet but tis a medium rum, with a little hint."

Upon tasting it was quite favourable golden rum as an intermediate between light and heavy. To add extra flavour a pinch of cinnamon had added that had diffused amidst the entire liquor, the flavour reminded one of Christmas of that sweet spice most often applied to the puddings in winter to provide an uplifting kick. As it was savoured the dwarf did talk to finally address the drunken lassies query.

"Well Aeryn's aims ar' quite simple realleh, we are a group oaf strong adventurers tha' aim to explore ta deepest crevices, the lost cities, ancient civilisations, to boldly go where no man has gone befor'!" The Dwarf gave a roaring laugh as hopefully the cheeky reference would be noticed. "Aye sounds ta bit corny but tis wha’ we do ta guild with ta most combents, as far as that’s concerned we are ta strongest in the land due ta our constant activity. Aeryn is all ‘bout meetin’ tha’ greatest challenges tis land has ta offer and ta be the tip of the blade tha’ drives expansion up north. If ya lookin’ fa adventure ya gonna find it width us. Well-” There was a momentary pause as the gaze turned up towards the roof beams. “Long as ya dun’t mind a bit of madness ‘n’ a lady like guild leader. Bahahahah!”

In truth, Tobin actually had no idea what the agenda of the guild was though due to the high number of powerful members concentrated within its structure they were really a fellowship that banded up to take the fight to the land. If that were not a noble cause the stocky didn’t know what was.

When the lass finished the drink, even the most intoxicated person would notice the coin lying at the bottom of the brew. It was a simple golden coin very much like the one that had been used to train his coordination in the past, though lacking the wear that had been gifted to kittygrey. On one side was a simple shield with the letterings “Aeryn” etched onto it and on the other, the engraving of a fist stood out. Upon picking it up to examine the foreign artefact, the dwarf reached other the table and clamped her hand between both of his to press the coin into the centre of her coin, his voice a loud cheer.

“Welcome to the navy lassie! Ya accepted the royal crown, now ta put cha ta service like dem oldie days!” The fellow gave a roaring laugh, “but in all seriousness, ya herd what we are ‘bout, ya want in?”

[Nisha]

A few tales about caer was what this was so far, be it from her panties to her dwarf throwing. As it stood, all their stories centered around her, Nisha knew her as well, but she had much less stories about her that she could tell them. Sure there was that one times they went to defeat golems, but the star of that was the guy who had fistbumped a golem, namely scoria, who had then prompty been called as a secondary parent to the trained animal or monster caer had had with her. Or maybe it was a story about nari who just ran at the golems at level one and with either bravery or stupidly good luck defeated them. But her stories were more her own. Might as well tell one or so, she thought and wondered why she was this tipsy already. Well, her body was definitely shorter and smaller in every direction than her real body and had much less experience in drinking alcohol, but... In the end it was unfair, it suddenly felt like she for the first time really thought that her body was not her own, that she was just a parasite in a body that was someone elses.

Shrugging off the thought, she decided to get used to it again sometime soon, but tonight she would empty some more bottles even if it meant she would keel over at some point or another. The day had not been good to her and only the night promised something, but how could that make the day she had had any better? Sighing, she set down the glass she had emptied into her mouth and spoke up, wondering for a second which story to tell, then settling for one of the more serious ones to regain a little bit of her composure through the seriousness. But then again... If any of the two was looking they would most likely see that her thoughts were working, chuckling a little still at the image of caer throwing the dwarf or hiro and her hanging out and becoming dejected by not being noticed as if they were children. A thoughtful drunk. Not the best impression, but the best she could muster for now as she began to speak a bit slurred: "Okay, okay. I have a good oone. You guysh know how there wasch that... whatchamacallit? Err, right cleaning that event? Haha, dwarf in a maid uniform, just remembered. But no, that´s not it, we were cleaning that house, right? Me and three other people and I was in that room, first time I got to ushe my tail in a good way, even though I cursed myself afterwards for making it dirty, as a broom. Worked quite well, weirdly enough and..." Suddenly Nisha jumped up from her seat and wildly poked into the air, having a sudden thought, remembering she still had the prop she needed to make this even better.

With a satisfied grin, she poked for a last time and suddenly her clothes changed, popped right into the next state. Frills of white and black, lacy folds, an expensive looking maid uniform was suddenly on her. But instead of doing the things a maid normally would do, she suddenly grownled and lowered her body a little as if she wanted to tackle something, going on with her story. "So, there I was and there..." She pointed at the bar and focused a bit, moving her finger over to the new bottle the dwarf had put on the counter. "There was a huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge spider, not monster spider, but rather the house variety. But I tell ya guys, it was staring daggers at me through seven eyes, yes, it had a scar over the eighth one and I called it... Sebastian! Hero of the story you see and me as the dark overlord." Laughing a bit and having to stand up straight for a moment, she got back into position and focused on the bottle/sebastian again, her face growing a bit darker as if she was back there. "And then it was time, the showdown, I jumped and Sebastian as well. I running face flat into the wall and sebastian landing behind me. But oh, the real villain to the story, yeah. The real villain was gravity, see, I was falling back now." Nisha had moved over to the bottle and opened it with a swift movement, taking a drink right from it, twirling a bit, chuckling as she did. "So, you see, I did not know up from down by that time and suddenly fell back, squishing the little sebastian right there and then. And so ended the story of the demon lord vanquishing little huge spider right there and then."

Bowing all around, knowing she had drawn all the eyes to her, somehwat swerving a little from the alcohol and sitting back down on the barstool with some force, not knowing how long she would be able to still stand. "As for Aerynnnn sign me up cap`n. Jus send me that there invitational stuff. Here, drink." With a 'not accepting a no' voice, she thrust the bottle toward the dwarf and grinned. "To the new guild member, am I right?" Laughing, she looked over to hiro. "So, how about ya, also gonna join?" Nisha asked, not even caring that she was still in her maid uniform or that she was still holding her glass in her other hand as if not wanting to part with it. Although she did wonder how the crowd had liked her somewhat disfigured story, it was a shorter version, but the right points had been in there and then again, who could bear witness to it anyway. Maybe if they got her really talking she would part with some more stories, but this was one of the better she had to tell, by far not the best, but it would do as an entree and maybe wouthwatering piece to maybe make them want more. Grinning at hiro and glancing at the dwarf if he had drank by now, kind of wanting to thrust it to hiro as well, or at least drink herself, her tails were wagging as if today had been a good day after all.

Words: 1046
Tags: Hirosame Tobin
Weapon: Nishan(Scar)
Armor: Nishanat (Daybreak)
Accessoires: Nishani (Keepsake)

[Hirosame]

There was something rather enchanting about this place, Hiro could tell. Whether it was the warmth coming from the fireplace, the sound of beer glasses clanking together, or the sound of conversation beside and in front of him, this place seemed to be some special one. Hiro couldn't help but lean back on the stool a bit and just take a deep breath, letting the intoxicating air fill up his lungs for a moment. Sure, the air smelled heavily of ale and merriment, but it was something that he hadn't had much of a chance to experience quite yet. Most of the time, he'd have been dragged to a place like this without even his consent. Saeko was a bit of an alcoholic like that, though, so he couldn't really complain about it. All in all, though, being here with a fresh new face in Nisha, and a grizzled old one like Tobin's over here, it was something new and refreshing. Perhaps he'd like to spend some more time with those in Aeryn for a bit. See who else he had recently become allies with. He already knew about Caer, Kumori, Lavinia, and Ox, so meeting a few more wouldn't hurt.

That being said, though, the dwarf began to share his tale about Caer rampaging into this bar, crying over nothing to Capsule, and saying something that one would liken it to her having a flat chest or something. Afterwards, though, Nisha had asked about Aeryn in general, to which Tobin began to explain. Hiro leaned in on this, because he was actually kind of curious about it as well. He hadn't actually heard the prospective view on the guild at all, even from either Caer or Kumori. So this was something new, in and of itself, to him. However, the little bit at the end about not minding Caer's rampant personality got him a bit, causing him to chuckle. It was a good point to bring up, though, in all honesty. She had the mentality of a three year old given the right circumstances. Much like the time he, Caer, and Capsule all went underground to hunt after some little robotic monsters. He remembered giving her the piggyback ride of a lifetime, going at something close to Mach 1. Rolling around at the speed of sound, and all those other shenanigans. Something about that little line there, though, made him feel nostalgic.

It was (finally) Nisha's turn at a story. He figured he'd enjoy it, but somewhat wished that she wasn't so dang wasted before she'd tell a story. Sure, stories get better after you've had a few drinks, but telling them wasn't quite as entertaining when the one who's telling them is drunk as a valley girl on a Friday night. All in all, though, her story was entertaining, to say the least. Something about a spider that she had a fateful encounter with, and how gravity had suddenly become the main antagonist. It caused him to chuckle in a few places. After that, though, she formally declared her ascension to Aeryn, and called for a drink on it. Hiro would join up in the matter, but there was a bit of a force holding him back from bringing his glass up to the same height. It wasn't sorrow, misunderstanding, anger, or anything of the negative sort. It was more something out of respect for the others. This was their own little celebration, and it would be wrong of him to join up in it. Mostly because he wasn't a part of their guild at all, and was only a friend. Then again, being a friend means supporting your friends in their endeavors, so perhaps it's a matter of interpretation.

It was at this moment that Nisha had turned to Hiro and asked if he was also going to be in Aeryn, to which he chuckled a bit. "No, no, sadly, I cannot be." Hiro took a swig of the beer nearest him, before continuing. "See, I'm the leader of the guild Apocrypha, and we recently got into an official Alliance with Aeryn. It's the first official, game-supported Guild Alliance, so it's something that I'm actually quite proud of." Hiro paused for a moment, before looking over to Tobin. "So, in all technicalities, us three are essentially in the same guild. Just under different names." He stopped for a minute, and thought. "Actually, I guess in this sense, it means I'm already a member of the guild, so to speak." He shook his head. "Whatever, logistics aside, it just means I look forward to all the things that we can accomplish as a group of united adventurers. We've already got a lot going for us, so let's produce more, or something like that." He took a swig of the beer once again, before nodding at Tobin jokingly. "Perhaps another Stonehenge run is in order, don't you think?" Hiro chuckled, and put the glass down, before leaning back in the stool again. He could feel the alcohol finally begin to set in, and took a break to maintain his sanity. For now, at least.

[855 Words]

[Tobin]

(OOC: Ever wondered what a Drunk Dwarf would be like? So do I! Nisha Hirosame)

WC: 840

The fellow gave a stout laugh as the lassies attire transformed into that of a maids, naturally such things were flattering on a female figure, although that wasn’t his reason for laughing for she wasn’t the only one “gifted” with that attire.

“Oh! Tha’ reminds me, I hav’ one of dem as well. I can show ya right n-“

“NO DWARF! You do that ‘ere and you’re gonna get fired!”

The chorusing shout from the other bartenders made the Halfling flinch as the figure seemed to shrink so that only his head and shoulders remained above the table; only a slight nod confirmed his desire to see the tale through. What a tale it was, the spider was built up as the hero of spider kind and in the Dwarfs intoxicated mind he almost imagined a heroic fellow that tried to bridge the gap between insect and (wo)man. Yet great tragedy befell the heroic creature as the Nemesis of gravity reared it’s ugly face and fulfilled the great prophecy of the spider slaying, violently ending the golden age of peace that could have been ushered in! Of course, only a mind of a positive minded drunk could produce such an outcome as the fellow erupted in laughter punctuated by… crying?

“Gawwhhh! He were meant ta be ta chosen one, he were almost… Wahahahaha! That’s ta best tale evar!”

The great story telling and props had helped make a otherwise silly tale amusing, though perhaps it just as well that he had drink; after all everything was several times more amusing. The dwarf pulled a special bottle from the cooler as with an unsteady sway he poured the next line drinks out with surprising precision into three chocolate mugs, the rich liquor of a fine baileys brand was warm to the nose. Drunken monkey was working overtime to keep the fellow functional!

“Tha’s right lassie, ta tha new guild membah, may the liquor be constant and tha’ glory, as fluid!”

A rough cheer was followed by a quick chug, the thick liquor packed a deep heated kick accompanied the richest texture of bitter coco, this was followed by the entire chocolate cup that was crushed and dropped into his maw, only then did a throaty sigh release from his lips as Hiro began to talk that the stocky fellow relaxed again. Tobin could only admire the vision that the red head had for his guild and by extension the alliance, ambition was normally something that was a rare quality exhibited by both people within and out of the guild thus much like new liquor it invigorated his taste in guild affairs, only an ember mind you but a well cultured spark of inspiration can form a flame of passion. The Dwarf blinked as it occurred to him that his gaze still lingered on the maid in a waking dream, something that he quickly corrected as his causal gaze diverte back to Hiro, it was a rare known fact that the Dwarf rarely drank without the aid of detox thus the Dwarf already quite pacified; yet another fact that amused him.

-Either tha’, or I’m havin’ inappropriate thoughts of maids. I should sober up in a bit.-

“Slay stonehenge again? We hav’n’t even slain ‘im ta first time yet, hav’ we?” The Dwarf blinked in a manner of confusion, the canned laughter created certain light ambience as the fourth wall screamed in pain as the dwarf absentmindedly poured the two yet another beverage. “But aye sure, otherwise I sure thure be somethin’ just as mean in Avon ta slaughter and drive the menace right up north! dem corrupted gieth meh ta wet willies, along with tha’-

The stocky figure abruptly froze mid speech as a distant memory burned through him with a soft hum of static, with a slight chuckle the dreadful memory of that sleek white face was pushed deep into his subconscious. There were some memories even Tobin dared not talk about lightly so in an effort to distract himself his gaze flicked over to the wolf hairs ears, choosing to distract himself with a memory more pleasant; of riding on the back of his boar with a lass most pleasant.

“- well, there somethin’s tha’ are indescribable, but then I guess tha’ what bein’ an adventurer is all about, no? Gahahah! I look forward ta makin’ something of tis land.”

-Hmm, I wonder if all those ears are as quirky as Kittygrey's.-

The Dwarf gave a chuckle as he reached over and committed a unthinkable violation; both ears were cupped in his palms and with a blur they were ruffled like he would a partially large dog. Already the soft rumble of his throaty laughter emitted as he seized some amusement from this, after all it had been some time since he had petted a dog, and a fox-tail seemed close enough!

“Ahahaha! They ruffle like tha’ real thing! Dance Nisha Dance!”

Yeah, perhaps Tobin had drank a little too much. Or too little, depends on perspective really