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Post by Schrödinger's cat on Jul 12, 2011 1:49:53 GMT -6
(Just basically a place just for the characters to chill, feel free to start a side story from here, but it's mostly just for those who are bored and just want to role play something casual)
Without the grand festival here in Clock Town, the small city had became quiet and almost rather barren, save for the citizens of the town of course. In the far corner of the Stock Pot inn's foyer, Lien sat there in the dark shadows where the light from the windows couldn't reach him. His hood had been pulled over to shadow his closed eyes. Using the inactive morning to his advantage, Lien tried to simply take a quick nap before travelers begin to come to the inn in the afternoon.
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Post by Iona on Jul 12, 2011 1:57:54 GMT -6
The door burst open with a crash, and Iona stumbled through, grumbling. She scratched her back and fell onto a bar stool, then after drowsy several attempts was seated. She wore a flowing dress of expensive material and clutched bags and bags of various purchased things around her. Her forehead slammed onto the bar and she was still, asleep, the bags rustling and falling at her feet. Aetis glanced around and drew himself onto the table and coiled around a mug of beer cozily.
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Post by Schrödinger's cat on Jul 12, 2011 2:19:39 GMT -6
Lien slowly woke up from the startling noise that Iona had been making. SIlently he watched as she stumbled on in, then past out at the bar stool. He could help but wonder if she was unconscious from being drunk or just simply tired. Waiting for a while, Lien finally got up and went over to her side, gently shaking her.
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Post by Iona on Jul 12, 2011 2:30:14 GMT -6
Her face pressed against the bar, Iona mumbled a few things. Dripping with beer, Aetis lifted his head from the mug and narrowed his eyes at Lien. As Lien shook her she raised her head her eyes only partially open."No! Klaus, I didn't steal your damn goat! Aetis didn't eat it either. He's three legged and crippled and eats everything! Nobody likes it!" Iona yelled, and her eyes opened as she felt everybody's confused stare. She looked around, awake now, and clutched her bags to her warily. She seemed to just realize that Lien was there. "Oh hi! You're...somebody I know, or else Aetis wouldn't have let you touch me, the freak. Have we met?" she asked brightly, her words slurred. She gave him a comical, sleepy smile.
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Azrael/Iris
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Jul 12, 2011 11:28:45 GMT -6
Torak stood in the corner of the room, his foot up against the wall supporting him as he drank some Chateau Romani. He watched as Iona stumbled in and slammed her head into the table and fell asleep. He deemed it nothing of importance to go over there and see what was happening. Besides, Lien had gone over to check on the girl. He decided to continue to watch them.
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Post by Schrödinger's cat on Jul 12, 2011 12:03:12 GMT -6
"Well, we have met back in the desert. . . . are you. . . feeling alright?" Lien asked, an anime-style sweatdrop rolled down the back of his head as he saw Iona flash a stupified-grin at him. Yep, she was drunk. "Err. . . you need me to get you a room so you can rest or something?"
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Post by Iona on Jul 12, 2011 12:57:38 GMT -6
Her amber eyes narrowed at him. "Just what are you plotting? I know your ways, hiding the chocolate and honey from me! It's an abomination!" she exclaimed and stretched, nearly falling back and off the stool. A man got up from a table not far from the bar and limped on over to Iona. A small, short goat with three legs and a limp hobbled and scraped after him, the silver bell at his throat ringing. He stood over Iona and glared at her, then put some rupees down and snatched up Aetis, beer mug and all.
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Post by Schrödinger's cat on Jul 12, 2011 13:12:56 GMT -6
Lien could just only watch Iona just rambling on nonsensablliy about goats and chocolate when he flinched at the old man slamming down the rupees on the bar counter. He watched the man's leering at the girl before swiping a mug off the counter, then a flash of Aetus. Without thinking, the dragon boy lunged his hand right at the man's hand, keeping a firm hold on it. "Ahhh. . . "
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Post by Iona on Jul 12, 2011 13:27:53 GMT -6
The hooded man glared at Lien in turn, ice crackling from his skin and onto Lien's, thickening and hardening on the dragon boy's hand. Aetis surprisingly snuggled up to the stranger and rubbed his head on the hood, making it fall off. A man who looked to be in his forties stared back at Lien, his glacier colored eyes piercing into Lien's gaze. Confused, Iona turned around and caught sight of the rugged looking man. The goat bleated and began to chew on Lien's pant leg. Taking his eyes off of Lien, he took in Iona with disapproval. "You look and dress like a lady, but you curse like your godsdamned father and drink like a man. The gods blessed me with a truly unique niece," the man stated acidly in a strange, flowing accent, drinking out of the mug of beer, the glass frosting over. Iona scratched her elbow.
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Post by Eldrin/Vai on Jul 12, 2011 13:29:41 GMT -6
(I LOVE THESE THREADS!!! I've been wanting to make one for a while but I haven't had a chance! ;D)
The bartender set down the mug he had been wiping out and took the rupees. He pocketed them and took a sip from a dusty bottle of rum. His red eyes watched the crippled old man take the snake-entwined mug. He flashed the man a brilliantly white smile and returned to cleaning the mug, keeping his head down. Steel claws on his left-hand glove gleamed in the morning sunlight flooding in through the window.
Meanwhile...
The real bartender sat in a dark storage closet, bound and gagged. The man that had attacked him had been quite polite about it... He had even tied him up sitting in a chair, for more comfort.
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Jul 12, 2011 13:41:55 GMT -6
Torak finished his bottle of Chateau Romani and was in the mood for some beer. He placed the bottle in his pouch and walked over to the bar, he pulled up a stool and looked over at the bartender and noticed his red eyes and the way he stood.
He noticed the man pocketed the rupees and he smirked underneath his hood and thought "Some master thief that boy is...If Lien had paid any attention...Eldrin's disguise would have been blown." The Master Assassin thought.
"Hey! Boy! Give me a cold one." He said in the direction of Eldrin the 'Bartender'
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Post by Schrödinger's cat on Jul 12, 2011 13:52:52 GMT -6
Unfazed by the ice, he pulled his hands away and cast a fire spell in his hands, melting the numbing ice from his gloves and just frowned at the man. "Pardon me Iona. . . you know this man?" He asked, unsure if he should leave Iona's side back to the comfort of his dark corner to sleep some more or just to stick around.
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Post by Iona on Jul 12, 2011 14:02:52 GMT -6
Iona nodded. "He's my uncle. And that's his goat, Noodles,"she said, petting the goat as it ate at Lien's pants. The man nodded at the bartender, a slight smile playing his lips. "Bartender! I'll take my usual, of course," he said to the bartender, putting out even more rupees on the bar. "Yes, I am her uncle, unfortunately. Klaus Solas, master of discreet services and an artist of matters of clever endeavors of sorts. Part time babysitter for my Gerudo niece," he said with a glare shot at Iona. Iona hiccuped and blinked blankly at him.
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Post by Eldrin/Vai on Jul 12, 2011 14:03:09 GMT -6
The bartender shrugged at goatman. The usual? He took a mug down and started pouring everything he found in it. The end result was a strange purple concoction that produced sweet smelling fumes and bubbled slightly. As a last touch he ripped the tap off of an empty keg and dropped it into the drink with a plop. He slid it to the goatman and quickly poured a draft of ice cold beer with practiced expertise. He placed it in front of the assassin and sat down on the counter next to it, avoiding the goatman's eyes. "Actually," He said, guessing Torak's thoughts. "I based my disguise on the fact that people seldom notice the bartender, so long as they get their booze..." He took another drink of rum. "You were unprecedented... You pay too much attention."
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Post by Schrödinger's cat on Jul 12, 2011 14:08:39 GMT -6
"I see. . . . " Lien mumbled, just leering down at the goat muching away at his pants. he pushed the goat away with his shin, making sure he was a good distance away from his leg, but he had an idea that he was going to come and naw on his clothing anyways.
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