Post by Busterman Zero on Feb 13, 2003 22:12:42 GMT -5
I, Zero the swordsman, lean over and help my new friend up. I then give the bartender a coin for his troubles. Then I pay a patron to take the drunk bard home. Then I notice the witch sitting by helself drinking root beer. I casually walk over to the table and sit down across from her.
And while Zero was around the witch, i've seen that those two guys could be a really hard rock in everybody shoe! I went near those guy's and i told them: "Please i would apreciate a little of silence!"
Post by Laralon the Mad Looter on Feb 14, 2003 19:31:53 GMT -5
"Pleased to meet you. I'm Sharkie." The witch puts down her root beer and smiles. "And of course you may sit here if your girlfriend doesn't mind."
(I'm psychic, kids)
Meanwhile, the two bickering men stop arguing and stare at NunoLac. Guy 1: Who are you? Guy 2: Yeah? Guy 1: We can yell all we want! This is a bar! Guy 2: And you owe me a twinkie and a beer! Both of you! Guy 1: ...
Post by Busterman Zero on Feb 14, 2003 19:43:03 GMT -5
Zero-Just being friendly, Sharkie. You look like you need some help with something. I'd be glad to be of service. Excuse me, will you?
I get up, turn and face the the bickering men, and walk towards them. One of them pushes the man who asked them to be quiet. With a quick snap-kick, I send his companion to the floor, while the guy that was pushed gives his attacker one good shot to the stomach and the drunk collapses.
I walked into the bar. I was a tall man, wearing a red cape, with brown pants, and a black vest. In my hand, a long, sturdy wooden cane. I have been to this bar many times before, so I had no toruble finding my way to a nearby stool, where i sat down. From my seat, I heard various backround noises. From the mingled conversation, I could tell that there had been a small scuttle before, involving two bickering, drunk men. Also, I heard two woman sitting two sttols away talking about some drunken bard who had been in earlier. But that didn't matter. I heard the scuttling of feet as the bartender came up to me. "The usual, Kan? he asks me. I raise my hand and feel his face "Your nose ring is missing." "Err..yeah. Some angry patron kinda tugged a little too hard." I laugh, then say "Rough day, I suppose. And yes, I'll have the usual." The bartender sighs, and hands me a cool, rosty glass of clear liquid: Water. "You know, Kan, you should get yourself a pint of ale once in awhile." the tender comments/ "Jonah, you know I refuse to consume that poison." I reply, sipping some water "Hey, that poison is what helps me feed my family, you know." "Yes, of course." I laugh again. Jonah then goes about his business, pouring another drik to a patron on the other side of the bar. I then hear a low slinking, a cloak sliding across the floor. The cloak's wearer became closes, until he was right up to me. Obviously, this man was a thief. Obviously, he must be trying to snatch the loose bag of coins I hang on my belt. And obviously, he doesn't know you can never sneak up on a blind man. Before he can touch my money, I take my cane in my hands, then give it a hard backwards thrust, straight into the mans chest. I was hoping to hit his gut, but my aim isn't perfect. He then goes sprawling to the floor. Not many people in the bar even achknowledge this. Little fights like these are common in this pub. I address the thief "You get points for observation. Not many people would have seen the bandana around my eyes underneath my hood. However, you failed in the smarts department. I'd suggest you get out now, before I take my cane to you again." I hear the sound of someone getting off the floor, and running out the door
Post by Mr. Fangora (Wum) on Feb 15, 2003 0:21:04 GMT -5
Suddenly a strange man in an orange vest runs into the bar. "Watch out everyone! There's a fire!" He looks around at the stunned patron's and remembers himself. "Ooops. Sorry that's next week." The man walks over to the bartender and asks for a drink. When the bartender gives him one the man eyes it suspiciously. "This is poison isn't it?" The bartender just shakes his head in astonishment. "Oh forgive me, the poisoning was last year wasn't it." Once the man has finished his drink, he spins round on his stool a few times and then turns to face the rest of the bar, looking intently at all the customers.
I heard the starnge man walk in, and make all sorts of commotion. He seemed to be concerned with seemingly nonexistent problems. I turn to face him. As only a formality, of course. I can't actually see the man. "You are quite the strange one, aren't you?" I ask
I heard the other man get up, and join ask the strange newcomer a question. "Ah, come and jioned our little party, have you?" I ask laughing "It seems our odd companion here is the center of attention!"