Character Cantina II

"Yeah, don't worry. That's normal here. You never know when or where this place'll show up, you just walk through a door and then bam. You'll get used to it."

He took another swig from his beer, wiping his mouth off with a sleeve. He burped.

"Hell, you should probably consider yourself lucky. Looking at you, this place is probably a lot better then wherever you came from. I know your type. You're a soldier, right? Been around them a lot."

"Hang on a sec...that horse,"

"Pony."

"has a pair of wings. Freaking. Awesome."

"Yes, I'm sure it is, Mr. Devon."

Although he tried to be as tranquil as possible, he couldn't help but thinking that a pony, a winged one, in a bar, apparently trying to get intoxicated, isn't exactly a normal occurence. What exactly is this place, Hyun Soo wondered while enjoying the music a little.

"Mr Devon, do you suppose this place is affiliated, or at least frequented by local military?"

"No, why'd you ask?"

With his chin, Hyun Soo pointed at one table occupied with four obvious soldiers and two other shadowy man who he assumed had very combat oriented physique. His hand twitched, itching to put his hand inside his jacket and pull out his augmented KA-BAR knife.

"I doubt that. There's a kid, see?"

Marcus pointed at a young girl with a pink hair, watching a man playing piano. Hyun Soo might have not noticed them over a sound of another man swaggering to their direction, bumping into several objects and making ruckus.

"Although, I got to say, what's a kid doing here? I might as well as ask if they serve alcohol here."

"We could also ask what this place is?"

"Well, that too. C'mon." Marcus led the way to the bar stand. Hyun Soo was rather reluctant. He is only sixteen, although he wasn't sure if the legal age to drink was applied inside the cantina as well. Taking a small breath, he followed his mentor, glancing at people and listening to different conversations going on simultaneously. Maybe I should relax a little, he told to himself.

edited 12th Sep '11 11:49:34 PM by dRoy

The first pitcher demolished in under five minutes, Gerard belches softly. Sweet jesus, his vision isn't even fucking blurry.

"Well shit. 'Nother round over here." He drains the last lingering sip of beer from the pitcher before handing it over to the bartender. Round two.

Marcus and Hyun Soo took a seat in the middle right of the bar-stand, few stools away from a belching man. Marcus glanced at him. If this were to be a more formal place, he might have made some quip about lacking manner just to annoy him, but in a place like this, it just seemed overly pointless and childish. Besides, just because he's an immortal who survived for well over six centuries, he could get away with being, what he called, annoying asshat. For all he knows, he could kick his ass. That, and the belch was nice. Maybe I should challenge him to drinking contest, he mused.

Focusing on more pertinent matters, after his pupil took a seat right next to him, he waved at the bartender.

edited 12th Sep '11 11:31:56 PM by dRoy

"Ugh..." Cyrus rubs his new bruises and gives the fallen stools a cursory glance. Eventually, he gets them all in line again and returns to the side room. William is completely oblivious to the little girl with pink hair sitting on a table, watching him.

"Hello," Cyrus whispers, and sits at the table.

Kohana nodded at the man as he sat down, but her attention remained on the music. She took another sip from her wine glass.

"You know this man?" she asked, running a hand through her blonde Ha ha, I fail at describing my characters forever hair. "Do you take requests?" she asked, just loud enough to be heard but not so loud as to be rude.

Would my parents frown upon knowing that I am currently in a bar, Hyun Soo wondered. He was with his technical guardian, but neither of them had much trust in him when it comes to social interaction. Such thing as social limits just went off of his head.

Lafayette's field shrunk quickly in embarassment at that response, the air around him feeling almost normal, though one would still probably get a static shock from touching him.

"No?" he asked, just to make sure, "Not an Old One?" He grimaced and took another piece of bread out of his shirt. Other ones like him were so hard to find. The person he was trying to find was so hard to find also. Food was hard to find too. He didn't like all of this scarcity. Scarcity was so hard, and it didn't really exist in the place he came from, making it even worse. Lafayette chomped into the bread, giving up any pretense of trying to be sexy. The rest of the... things in the room didn't seem to have fields, either, which was just as well. They usually didn't.

Cyrus nods. "My best friend and my niece's servant. If you have a request, wait till he's done. He gets kind of snippy when interrupted."

Kokabiel considered Lafayette's use of the name "Old One." Oh, sure, he was old. And he seemed to recall being given the title on more than a few occasions. But clearly, the term "Old One" had a far more specific meaning to Lafayette than he knew of. More information, he determined, was required. But first, he turned to Gerard and said, "and as for you. You attempted to punch me. I have never seen you before, and I suspect you've never seen me either. So, what possible motivation did that action have? A simple desire to fight somebody, or something else?"

Like the first few that had walked in, a new pair walked in, seeming to be holding hands. One was an ordinary human, who stood at about 5'10'' and wore a simple pair of cargo pants, a dark blue shirt and a black pair of sneakers. The one who stood next to him, had to lean down as she entered the door way. She was about two heads taller then him, her hair was a vibrant shade of purple, her eyes a brilliant gold, she wore a dress, which covered her midriff, wore some strange band across her waist, and she had gold bracelets on her hands and one on her left arm. One would begin to notice that the human's extremely tall companion's legs began to snake-like at her waist and had several lines across it.

The two looked in shock as the entered, noticing all of the Catina's strange patrons. The two simple shrugged and walked toward the nearest table they could and sat down, waiting for something to happen.

edited 13th Sep '11 3:07:19 PM by draconiansuperior

The song finishes and William looks behind him. "Cyrus, did you get any—"

Someone's there. They asked for requests.

He laughs nervously. "Uh... requests? I, uhm, don't know if I know the same... songs you do, lots of different people hang around here, and... uhm.... hello."

Gillian looked dumbfounded and then beamed like an idiot.

"Did you just see that shit?" he asked incredulously.

Jennings wiped his mouth and squinted,

"Yeah, I did."

"That dude tried to punch that other guy and then bam!" he punctuated the last phrase by pounding his fist into his other palm, "His goddamn fist was freakin' deflected! Where the hell are we? Wonderland?"

The lieutenant pursed her lips and stared at her empty shot glass,

"Well Gillian, considering that we walked into here literally out of nowhere, is that actually that unbelievable?"

Gillian gave her a teasing look and smiled,

"Well shit, I guess not," he turned around in his seat and looked for the waiter.

"Hey! Can we get some bread or something? My friend here," he said, jokingly placing a hand on Jennings' shoulder, "Kindly asked for some bread!"

The lieutenant rubbed her temples, now was not the time for him to act like a brash fool.

Jennings glanced about the bar and opened his mouth to speak,

"Well, we got ourselves a whole host of weirdos in here."

Kohana gave a girlish wave as she floated from the table to the edge of the stage. "They wouldn't happen to have a band called Journey in that world of yours, would they?"

She took another sip of her wine. "If not, some Beatles might not be too bad."

Kiora looked up from her second drink and decided to mingle. The soldiers were... probably not interested in pony. There were some strange men having a conversation about age or something, that didn't sound very entertaining. The kid next to her was catatonic for now, so that left the other drunks at the bar.

"Hey," she called to the newest pair. They had been discussing her in a rather indiscreet fashion. "I hear one of you likes my wings." She flared the feathered appendages for emphasis.

We should start using Crystal Glacia's◊ map before things get too muddled.

[Bar]

"Here you go kid," Brent handled Finn a glass of milk.

"Thank you," Finn received the cup and took a sip. Warmness and cream trinkled down his throat, washing away the chill. Goosebumps disappeared from the back of his neck, and the redness on his hands faded away. It was refreshing.

Finn looked at the pegasus, who was wiggling her wings toward some new arrivals. Considering it wasn't even a Manifestation, and the psychic plane was extremely hard to contact, the atmosphere got into his mind. The void made him a bit shaky. Maybe talking would distract him.

Finn talked to the pony yet again, "Oh, I forgot to tell you my name. You can call me Finn. What's yours?"

Cathy went over to the new arrivals, her body swaying slightly to the beat. "Hello, welcome to the Cantina! You may call me Cathy. How may I help you?"

Kiora blinked. Not as catatonic as I thought, she thought. "I'm Kiora."

She paused, tapping her chin with a hoof. "You keep looking at me funny. I'm gathering you didn't watch cartoons much, did you?"

Should I assume Cathy is talking to my characters, if so....

The human turned to the women and looked her over. Simple shrugging, he turned toward him companion and gave her a look. After a few second he turned back to Cathy, "Well have just some appetizers, and some soda, if you please."

Lafayette was distracted by the snake-woman. His newfound human instincts drew his eye, of course, to the unusual. Which was unfortunate, because for the most part, she seemed normal aside from her snakeness, and with any of his other senses he couldn't pick up anything unusual, so he just sat there staring, chewing his bread, waiting for her to perhaps do something interesting that would tip him off to show that she was more than she seemed.

[Bar]

Finn shrugged, "Not really, but that's not the reason why. It's just that..." Finn looked around for another instance to point out. Music played in the other room, so he could try checking that out—

A cart came rattling by, with a plate of appetizers and already poured sodas in the same tray. The proprietor stopped the cart and lifted the contents, handing the food to the guests. She then gave a gentle shove to the cart, letting them roll through the kitchen doors. He swore he heard some mooing from inside.

"...this place is interesting." Finn said.

Gillian paused a moment and then whispered to Jennings,

"Hey, get a load of that." he said, pointing with his thumb over at the odd human and what appeared to be a snake-woman.

Jennings laid a cautious hand on the butt of his .45,

"Like I said, lots of weirdos in here."

The lieutenant could have sworn that she heard a piano playing in the next room, wait what? She thought to herself. This place was getting stranger and stranger.

Gillian seemed to forget about the two who had recently entered and was snapping his fingers to the rhythm of the current song.

"Ooh this is a good one!" he said excitedly.

The lieutenant snickered, he had always loved that old crap, whether it was music or even pre-century tech, he couldn't get enough of it.

"I'll grant you that," Kiora said, sliding her rump off of the stool. "Wanna tag along? I've gotta find my pet vampire."

She gave a quick flutter of her wings and took off, lazily flying at a walking pace towards the sound of the piano.

Gerard seemed distracted by his beer. No matter. Kokabiel continued lazily sipping his water, looking for further sources of amusement. And then an idea struck him. "You there, Lafayette. I just remembered, I need to ask: aside from your own kind — whatever they are — do any other strange things live on, or in, your Earth?"

[Bar]

Finn sat still in amazement as the pony fluttered off, leaving him among a more normal, yet still fastasical, crowd. Having nothing much to do, he finished off his glass of milk, whiped some of it off with the back of his hand, and fumbled within his pocket for some money.

He came out with a couple of dollar bills, which he held with four fingers as he inquired the barkeep. "Um...is two dollars enough?"

"Yes." The barkeep received the money and placed it behind the counter. His eyebrows were crossed the whole time. The barkeep reminded him slightly as Bryan, although Bryan had a different hair color, and he was more focal.

The music played on in the side room. He wanted to know what it was. So Finn stood up, and walked toward the piano. He walked slowly and carefully, as to not slip on the floor.

Cyrus watches the onlookers anxiously. William don't look up don't look up don't look up— As if it could project to his mind.

He stands behind William and flaps his arms up and down, hoping they get the message, but just in case, he mouths, He's very jumpy. Stay behind him.

[Table 1]

The human and his snake-women companion began to eat their food, occasionally eating talking as they took bites to eat.

"Quite an interesting place, isn't it Ian?" The snake women took a bite of her bread as she turned toward the human, named Ian apparently.

"Yes, indeed it is, Pandora, my love," Ian took a bite out of his own piece of bread, "But I recommend that we watch ourselves. I'm not sure about the looks of this place, I mean, the Pegasus said something about a pet vampire."

Pandora smiled and teased Ian, "You're so paranoid sometimes, it's cute you know."

The two went back to eating their food as they continued to chat.