Character Cantina

"Come now, even the Christ-worshipping Danes of the future know the home of Odin the Slain-Father, although they have turned their backs on him."

edited 4th Jul '11 1:05:28 PM by annebeeche

"I dunno who Christ is. I'm serious. I've never been to the Danish Republic. Britain isn't very friendly with them. Odin sounds familiar, though. Probably another history lesson that I slept through. Not to sound insensitive about that. I've never met anyone that worshipped him."

edited 4th Jul '11 1:09:03 PM by snowfoxofdeath

The royal-minded boy begins to learn his place, he starts to avoid offending Borghild.

"So what on earth do you worship then?" asks Borghild, arms crossed. "There are the real gods, and then there's that Christ person."

edited 4th Jul '11 1:14:40 PM by annebeeche

"I don't worhip, honestly, I'm just a servant of magic. I know some people that worship Vespers, but they're all crazy. I've met Vespers and they don't take kindly to being treated as gods."

Only now does William realize that the name "Cosmic Cantina" means more than he thought.

"Wait, what the fuck kind of a proper man does magic? That's a woman's thing, shouldn't be any of your business. How can you be so open about that? Are you crazy?"

edited 4th Jul '11 1:18:50 PM by annebeeche

William laughs. "A woman's thing? A proper servant knows how to defend his master in any way possible, whether it be a sword or magic."

"Ha! I laugh at that. There are ways a man should fight, and ways a man shouldn't fight. Especially as such a proper servant such as yourself, you should learn some humility and take the time to remember which is which."

[Cultural Values Dissonance, yay!]

edited 4th Jul '11 1:25:09 PM by annebeeche

Someone add it to the trope page :P

"Everyone should know how to use magic. I'd be a disgrace if I didn't. I don't know where you get that silly notion of it being for women, but I think that's pretty funny."

Cathy ignored their argument as she continued to sweep the floor. She brushed off a few clumps of dirt off of the wooden boards. She learned a long time ago that it was best to not interfere and let them talk it out unless they decide to get physical. Breaking it up would keep both sides bitter and unfulfilled.

Brent listened to the conversation as he cleaned some glasses. One thing he did like about the job was all the conversation. Seeing two people from different worlds clash could be amusing. Magic a woman's thing? Carl could tesify against that.

"Where the fuck are you even from? Some kind of land where the men are coy twisty cowards?"

edited 4th Jul '11 1:33:03 PM by annebeeche

"I'm German, thank-ya-very-much." William takes another gulp of whiskey. "And don't think we're all pussies because we use magic. We can use our swords just as well."

"Hm, never heard of those people. But if you heard of Odin and Thor, then I should have."

Ironically, German is a completely foreign word that the Romans used to describe some tribes living in Northeastern Gaul, the word might actually be of Gaulish origin. Naturally, this means Borghild doesn't actually know what the word means.

A plain, but primly dressed woman in a hijaab◊ enters the cantina, holding out her pocket computer [what we'd call a smartphone] and looking as though she is in some kind of trance—she is actually following the signal since she's getting crappy service.

"It's no use," she mutters to herself in Farsi, "I'm going to have to use their Internet."

edited 4th Jul '11 1:55:34 PM by annebeeche

Unable to think of a mildly intelligent response, William watches the woman with her head wrapped in cloth and takes another sip of whiskey, noting that he is still sober.

"Thor's the god of thunder, isn't he?"

"Yes, he is associated with thunder.

"I've met Thor on occasion. He is extremely full of energy and can't sit in one place."

Borghild follows the boy's gaze to the woman that just walked in. "What's up with her? Why's her head wrapped up?"

edited 4th Jul '11 2:06:32 PM by annebeeche

Cathy noticed the newcomer going through the door. Cathy let her broom fall to e floor and vanish. Another guest in just fifteen minutes or so. The multi-verse she encountered seemed quite Earthly, but diverse in the variety of cultures. A mid-eastern looking woman with an electronic device? She was from a whole different world than the Viking woman with the translator.

"Welcome to the Cantina." She said. "I'm Cathy, the owner of this establishment. How are you doing today?"

edited 4th Jul '11 2:08:35 PM by chihuahua0

As the conversation between the two progressed from religion to magic to where they are from, Drew couldn't help but feel his expression drop into what he considered as emotionless as he could get, his features dropping like a stone. Sooner or later he'd have to learn how to hide this better, but all things considered it was a waste of time to.

His brooding was interrupted by another person entering the Cantina, one who was carrying a device Drew recognized immediately- a phone. A smartphone, to be exact, but an electronic device nonetheless. Could she be from where i'm from?

edited 4th Jul '11 2:21:27 PM by InfiniteParagon

"Oh, simply splendid," says Niloufar, "It is nice to meet you. I'm Niloufar Aliabadi. I'm looking for an internet connection, can I use yours?"

An Internet connection? Handling a woman from a modernised world was always complicated. The magic she had to do in order to accommodate them require a bit more effort. Hopefully, she wouldn't mess up like that one time she ended up frying a poor man's steam computer. Even when she created an exact copy of it, he never came back.

"Sure!" Cathy said as she gestured towards one of the tables. A chair was already out for her to sit in. "Just sit down and connect. It may take awhile since our wireless is a little outdated, but it should work."

Did Stephanie fixed the Internet yet? Cathy thought.

"Alright, thanks a lot." Niloufar sits down at the table, pulls her laptop out of her bag, sets it on the table, and begins to connect.

Hmm, this sure is taking a while.

She looks up and asks, "Hey, do you happen to serve any coffee? I think I'm going to need a lot of it for this."

Niloufar drums a little on the table, realizes that looks unprofessional and stops. She noticed the woman in the corner who looked like she hadn't showered for a few days, dressed in a chainmail shirt and carrying some medieval-looking weapons with her.

"Um, is there some historical reenactment event going on or something?"

edited 4th Jul '11 2:23:39 PM by annebeeche

Internet? What the fuck is that?

William narrows his eyes at the device in her hand. Is it a new type of clokwork?

"So. You've met with a god. What's he like? The closest I've come is raw energy taking possession of an object. They're not very friendly."

edited 4th Jul '11 2:30:19 PM by snowfoxofdeath

Cathy ignored the last question by dodging it. "Yes, we do have coffee. What type do you like?" She kept smiling. The Internet connection appeared to be working, at least."

She looked at Brent, who was rearranging the bottles so the beer and whisky was near the front. He sighed and slumped as he opened the cabinet to get the coffee machine. Using the Drink Recaller used too much effort. At least he didn't have to find coffee beans.

Borghild finishes off yet another cup of beer. These wooden cups are really too small.

"He is like a friend to everyone he meets, and by that I mean he's extremely friendly."

She then says in a low voice, "Don't tell anyone but I beat him at a drinking contest once. The game lasted about a week, but I did it."

"I like to start with a nice, foamy cappuchino," says Niloufar, smiling slightly.

"Be warned, though, after I'm done you might be out of coffee."

edited 4th Jul '11 2:38:54 PM by annebeeche

"That's very impressive. And he spared your life? Powerful beings that I've known don't take kindly to being bested, but I guess I'm just treated badly because I'm human. My ancestors made some bad decisions."

The smell of coffee fills the air. William never liked coffee much.

"Hey, bartender. Do you have any other brands of whiskey? I feel like experimenting today."

"Oh, I'm sure we have enough." Cathy said, clasping both hands. "One nice, foamy cappuchino, coming up!"

Brent poured some water into the coffee machine. It turned on and started to boil. Smooth, dark liquid dripped into the cup, along with some cream to foam it up.

The coffee reminded him too much about his own homeworld, but it was necessary to his job.

He nodded at the young man's request and walked towards the shelf to prepare some whisky. What blend should he use that wouldn't screw him over?

edited 4th Jul '11 2:46:21 PM by chihuahua0

"Didn't I tell you? Thor is extremely friendly. If my memory is correct (and I can't be sure about it, that's the most drunk I've ever been), he's even more friendly when drunk. And even if he did pick a fight, I technically don't have a life to spare."

Borghild tucks her face into her cup with disgust. "What is that horrible smell?" she asks. "I've smelled it before in Christ-worshiping Denmark, but I've never been able to identify it."

Niloufar sucks the foam out of her cappuchino as she gets to business, remotely accessing her computer at "work". Doing this on a public internet connection may not be as secure, but the private network is not available and surely no one will pry.

Wait, should she even put quotation marks around that? Technically, that is her work. She makes a living off of it.

edited 4th Jul '11 2:54:45 PM by annebeeche