NationStates Jolt Archive

Rashel had been asleep for awhile. Hmmm. She thought maybe about one hundred years since she had walked the earth. She arose out of her slumber to find herself in another different scenary. She had opened her casket and stepped out of a small room and into the chill air to see millions of headstones surrounding her. She smiled as she grazed past them. Some she had known, some she didn't. She walked down the dusty road. She could hear each step she took. The clunk of her shoes against the road sounded definite and lasting. She looked over to the nearby forest and saw glowing eyes. She glared at them and they disappeared. She made her way to the city. She saw the lights and heard the noise. Chaos always got her spirits up. She walked down the sidewalk and people moved aside for her. She was used to the looks. She got them all the time. SHe made eye contact with each person the looked at her and it sent shivers up there spine. A sign caught her attention. Get Lucky at Lucky's Bar. She laughed and made her way through the door. She sat at the bar and the bartender walked over to her.
"What can I get you, it is on the house." The bartender smiled at her, ignoring his other customers.
In a throaty voice she answered,"Two shots of vodka."
"What would you like to chase it with?"
"Oh, nothing." She had had stronger, but did not feel up to the feeling again this night. He got the shots for her.
Barely looking up,"Thanks,"she mumbled. She downed them and wiped her mouth. She sat there and tried to get that catchy country song that was playing out of her mind. She noticed the guys sitting next to her. But did not ackowledge them right away. She reached for the bartender,"May I have a bulldog please?"
"Sure, why not."
She began to drink it, but slowly. The bartender tried to talk to her and ask more and more questions. She blanked them out. "The music is too loud." She turned around and looked at the crowd around her in the bar.

OOC: I need some characters to be sitting next to me. And I also need some to be at the bar. This is another experiment for me. I really don't have a specific plot. I just want people to go with the flow. Thanks.

#Tag# Too tired type a bunch of stuff right now.

OOC:To see a picture of my character, Rashel. I am going to put an website address you can go to. Sorry, I am computer illiterate :oops: :lol:
But if someone could tell me how I put that picture here that would be wonderful. I would love that! Heres the address...
www.atpictures.com/display.php?g=angel&img=angels020.jpg
Or I could just describe her.
Sometimes she can be minus the wings. That is if she chooses to be.

OOC: Use link here

IC: Khadim walks into the almost empty bar and sits down. He orders a beer from the bartender.

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[tag] Turns out that I can be online providing I'm using broadband... though this one isn't mine... :(

Some info on the place please to see if I can join etc with this character, policy on vampires, although I might not bring him in. I might bring someone else in for a change, but I need to know what kind of place this is)

a young Reborn cultist is stitting at the far end of the bar but he watches this woman carfully

A creature looms in the doorway, filling it so much it has to duck to enter. Cloaked in heavy dark robes it sits at the bar and pulls back it's hood. The reptilian warrior, a Brute, looks about the area, spotting a few humans, but no real interesting races.

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OOC: As you already can see this is open to whatever you want to bring in. Any race can be worked in. Right now the scenary is of a bar, but it is crowed. That is where you guys come in. I am including you in the scenary. The bar is alittle run down. As for the name it says a lot. The amount of liquor served doesn't matter as long as you pay. Many fights were staged there because of the missing wood walls and scratches on the ground. The floor is wood also. The room is about 30 feet by 20 feet and there are stairs that lead up to several separate rooms, which you can decide what goes on up there. Depending on the interaction of the characters. The bartender is about 35 years old but looks 50 because of alcoholism he recently just battled, but is reoccuring. He is six feet tall and has dark black hair. He is human, but is loved by all. Obviously because he distributes the alcohol. There are seven bar stools next to the counter. His glasses are hidden, but along the war are shelfs upon shelfs of various liquor. In the corners you can spot a few cob webs. His counter though is wiped clean after each drink is placed upon it. To the right of the door is a small stage, where local bands can play. There is no band at this time, but a jukebox at the opposite corner. It doesn't work. The bartender's sytem is rigged from an upstair room and is played over the intercom system. At this moment country is on, from request of one of the guests. There are a few scattered tables around the stage and alittle room for a dance floor. The tables are wooden also. They have cigarette burns on them and scratches. The chairs are metal and along the walls are more stools. The decor is much of signs displaying various alcohol beverages and neon lights. The special tonight is two for ones on tap beer. The lighting is dim. If you want to add to that feel free.
IC: Rashel glanced up to see the creature sit next to her. She had not seen one of them in ions. She smiled at it. Then she took a sip of her drink. She noticed the man sit down and order a beer, but did not give him another look. They were all the same. Well, that was what she thought until they proved otherwise. She looked to the bartender,"Can I request a song?"
"Sure thing miss sweet thing."
She winced at that and continued to smile. She wanted something to lift the deaden spirits in this room. "Hmmm. Tangarine Sky by Kottenmouth Kings. Do you have it?"
"You like them. Sure we have it. We have everything that has ever been released. I don't like them and all that smoking they do. You like that, eh?"
"Well, if you are assuming I was every involved in that, no, but I like the song, it is catchy." She turned around and heard it come on. Her foot bounced to the beat.

The Brute orders an Elaran Ale and pays, ignoring the look from the bartender. Elaran ale was one of the strongest drinks in the known galaxy and could knock a human flat with half a mug.

The Brute drinks the ale and seems uneffected by potent drink, casually looking around at the crowded room.

the Trasian just drinks his ale and keeps watching this strange woman. he writes down the Reborn history from memory while he's keeping a eye on her

when he finishes writeing it down he get's up and sits down a the Bar


Trasian Cultist:bartender, another Trasian Ale please

hands over enough credits to pay for the ale

OOC: Tikric Haszar was sitting at the bar from the start of the RP, being part of the background, no, he is not Clint Eastwood, he's more of a "Adventurer" with the same sort of equipment as Indiana Jones (Hat, worn brown leather jacket, generic gun (providing it hasn't been dropped off at the enterance of the bar) and maybe a bit of rope. He's been used before in RP but he's not important to me as a character.

His history places him as a Iuthian Black Viper that left the nation for more adventure after his experience at a gunslinging competition representing his nation. He used that money to back pack around the world and... well, you get the idea.

IC: Tikric simply sat at the end of the bar, not really looking around all that much accept to keep an eye on where about people are. Generally he is keeping to himself as he drinks a couple shots of Whiskey, straight.

Close observation will reveal the odd scar and a gun close it his belt in a holster, left in a such a way that it is easy to draw. He doesn't say much but order another drink, often whiskey.


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Rashel looked up again. She felt eyes on her. Different eyes. She glared, a sight of her eyes had killed a few. She laughed out loud. She looked about the room. Hmmm. Nope not that one in the hat. He seems distant. Bingo. The one drinking the Trasian Ale. She looked at him. Parted her blood red lips and pursed them. She said to the man,"I like that drink also, but back in the day it was much stronger. They have diluted it a lot now. I don't drink it anymore because it is so weak." She leaned forward and asked the man,"So, you from here?"
The bartender leans over and says loudly enough so both Rashel and the man and near by listeners hear,"Maybe you should get him a picture of you. Then he can stare at you when you are gone." He starts to bark and laugh at the same time. "In fact get me one too." He touches Rashel's shoulder and says,"just kidding miss, but then again I wouldn't mind."
Rashel lifts her shoulder and brushes his hand off. She cringes internally, but smiles kindly at the bartender. Turns to the man and rolls her eyes. Leans forward just so he can hear her whisper,"Can you believe that fool. He must be drinking away his profit." Then she leans back and rests her hand on her drink. With her other hand she wipes the dew off the glass. She looks up and says, while raising one eyebrow and smiling seductively,"So, what can be done around here for a good time?"
OOC: Anyone can act out the bartender if they want. He is an open character.

:oops: It is hopeless. I tried various methods to get the picture to come up and it is NOT. Grrrrrr...Okay, I will try later maybe. I have to go to class.

Do:

link of picture

OOC: Personally that picture looks a little big to me and it may interfere with people’s connection, that’s why I always choose smaller pictures.

Oh, and another thing, some websites don’t allow direct linking, so that angel place you got your from may not allow you to post the picture up in the forum because they would rather people go to them and view it.

In the back, by a corner, a dark elf sits, watching. Seeing all the different people, including the reptilian creature and the one human looking girl, but not human, downing the alcohol. His yellow eyes faintly hit a glare of light, and he stepped out and walked over to a table and started playing cards. His wear was just a casual shirt, of red, and a pair of pants, patched up in red and black. On top of that, he had a black trenchcoat.

the Trasian ignores her talking and just drinks his ale, his robes are as black as night, his face is hidden by a black mask

Rashel, raises both her eyebrows, hmmm. How odd. Oh well, not my loss. She laughs it off. She leaves the bar counter and walks over to the table where she noticed an elf in red sit down. "What are you playing? Also, may I join?" She placed her leg upon the chair adjacent to him. She ran her hand up her leg to a recent simi-healing scar. It was cut fromwhat others saw underneath her white dress down to about halfways to the knee. It was not infected, but was still an angry red. The underlying tissuepulsated with blood. She looked up at the man. "Hmm. People around here aren't as friendly as I was used to." She frowns. Then she plumps down on the chair, which looks very childish for someone who looks like they are 21.
"Where's the excitement?" That smile returns again.

the Trasian Reborn Cultist Tries to remember that voice but dosn't know her. he stops stareing at her and he pay's his tab

Trasian (voice is filtered):here is my Tab.

here's the picture of Rashel

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it no work

OOC: Amandathegreat, recheck the link, cause I tried to put the picture up, but the link doesn't work...

OOC: Ooh, a challenge. As always, I shall play with an entirely human character who, alone in the world of NationStates, was not trained in Martial arts from the age of 2 months old, has no special powers and can't guzzle alchohol like a fish.

Don't ask.

IC:

Hackett stood, wrapped in confusion, consticted by an enigma of his own devising, lost and hopeless. Behind him, stood a creature of pure white skin, blazing eyes and an aura of power. It was playing poker with two humans and a walking cow. To either side were a pair of star-crossed lovers, intent on each other, ignoring the rather puny human that stood between them and ready to sweep him aside, probably provoking an immediate bar fight in this crowded quarter. His only chance lay to plow on forwards, his only problem was that the path was blocked by a pair of bloody huge angelic wings.

He looked left, the burly, strong armed, blue eyed hero thrust his way towards his true love. He looked right, the pure and fair damsel was forcing her way through the bar patrons with suprising vigour. He had to move, or be crushed, there was no time for anything else.

He closed his eyes, bent down and barreled forwards, hoping to take the winged creature off guard and be away into the crowd before vengeance struck. Just before impact, he remembered to toss his drink into the air. A fistful of crushed glass soaked in alchohol wasn't nearly as nice as it sounded.

the Trasian Get's up and move as far away from Rashel as he possibly can, then he takes out a rare Artusion Crystal that's semi-alive adn he starts to wisper in Trasian to it

OOC: The site does work you just have to click on view this picture. It is at the top of right corner. Sorry about all the hassle. I just thought the picture fit my character. Or I fit my character around that picture. Well, it was just a big mess.
IC: She heard the scramble of chairs and the yelling. She saw the drink fly in the air in slow motion. She moved out of the way, but some of the liquor fell on her and down her chest. She frowed at this scene. Her face of mere disgust. "No one knows how to do it right. I never get to see a good fight anymore, not unless I want to start it. Humph, why even waste my energy on this creatures." She crossed her arms against her chest, flipped her hair back and scorned. She stepped aside as a human almost ran into her. She growled at him. Then stopped. She smiled. The smile a wolf would make seeing its prey trapped and helpless. A giggle escaped between her pressed lips.

"Why waist time on us?" The Dark elf looks up at Rashel, "Because they are some interestering things to waist time on, I would be something that would be no waist of time, but thats also your own decision... Not everyone looks to be as they appear. Now isn't that right?"

OOC: Ooh, a challenge. As always, I shall play with an entirely human character who, alone in the world of NationStates, was not trained in Martial arts from the age of 2 months old, has no special powers and can't guzzle alchohol like a fish.

Don't ask.

IC:

Hackett stood, wrapped in confusion, consticted by an enigma of his own devising, lost and hopeless. Behind him, stood a creature of pure white skin, blazing eyes and an aura of power. It was playing poker with two humans and a walking cow. To either side were a pair of star-crossed lovers, intent on each other, ignoring the rather puny human that stood between them and ready to sweep him aside, probably provoking an immediate bar fight in this crowded quarter. His only chance lay to plow on forwards, his only problem was that the path was blocked by a pair of bloody huge angelic wings.

He looked left, the burly, strong armed, blue eyed hero thrust his way towards his true love. He looked right, the pure and fair damsel was forcing her way through the bar patrons with suprising vigour. He had to move, or be crushed, there was no time for anything else.

He closed his eyes, bent down and barreled forwards, hoping to take the winged creature off guard and be away into the crowd before vengeance struck. Just before impact, he remembered to toss his drink into the air. A fistful of crushed glass soaked in alchohol wasn't nearly as nice as it sounded.

OOC: Sounds like SW has the god-mod blues... :D
If it's okay, I'll join in. If not, I'll just edit my post.

IC: The door to the bar opens, and a shadowy shape flits in, attracting little notice from the patrons. Any distinguishing factors pretaining to race, gender, or any other factors are hidden by a long black cloak with an baggy hood. The shadow-thing seats itself at the bar, trying to keep away from the others. It orders a simple glass of water, the local alchol not suiting its discerning tastes.

OOC: The site does work you just have to click on view this picture. It is at the top of right corner. Sorry about all the hassle. I just thought the picture fit my character. Or I fit my character around that picture. Well, it was just a big mess.
IC: She heard the scramble of chairs and the yelling. She saw the drink fly in the air in slow motion. She moved out of the way, but some of the liquor fell on her and down her chest. She frowed at this scene. Her face of mere disgust. "No one knows how to do it right. I never get to see a good fight anymore, not unless I want to start it. Humph, why even waste my energy on this creatures." She crossed her arms against her chest, flipped her hair back and scorned. She stepped aside as a human almost ran into her. She growled at him. Then stopped. She smiled. The smile a wolf would make seeing its prey trapped and helpless. A giggle escaped between her pressed lips.

Hakett considered his tactical error, he had escaped from being crushed to death, but he had now earned the full attention of an enraged coporeal phenomenon covered in cheap liqour. Now was the time for careful diplomacy, unfortunately diplomacy was a skill in which he lacked. He made up for it in abject cowardice. "Please don't kill me!"

An odd-sounding hiss escaped from the hood, it seemed to be the thing's way of laughing. The softskin has made himself a friend it seems...

OOC: BTW SB, it's Mercenary Soldiers. This is my fantasy RP nation.

Jade looks up at the name of the bar. At her fathers request she was on her way home for a family vacation. He plan had land here and was refueling, which gave her some time to get some R and R in the mean time. The bar looked run down, it was her kind of place.

As she enters several of the patrons trun their heads to look away from the light that was coming in.

She casually make her way over to the bartenter, she try's to remain in the shadows as much as possible.

"I'll have a shoot of Tequila please."

momments later the bartender places a shoot in front of her "THat be five, please."

She reaches into pocket grabing 20 dollar bill "Give me one more, then a glass of your best beer. kkeep the change."

He smiles then placed her beverages infront her.

Jade takes a seat then downs one of her shots. As cringes as it burns on the way down.

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The hooded figure at the far end of the bar sips at the glass of water in front of it, studying the room with senses other than sight.

As Jade sat there siping her drink out of the corner of her eye she could see a man get up from a table and makes his way over to her.

He's big man about 230 lbs. well built. He stops directly behind her. She just sits there trying to ignore him.

"My friends and I would like you to join us at our table."

Jade grabs her second shot downing it like the first, she sit there is silence refusing to acknowledge the mans presence.

He starts to become upset by her responce "Listen this is not a requested."

Jade takes another sip of her beer "Go sit down before you do something you'll regret" she causally says.

"Listen.." he reaches out and grabs her shoulder. But before he realizes what happening Jade wraps her arm around his, and jumps to her feet with lighting speed.
She uses her arm to look his arm in position while with her other arm she brings her fist across the man face. her blow stuns him. during his confusion she slams her knee in the mans stomach. As he fights for breath she reaches behind his head pulling it down toward the edge of the bar.

his body falls to the floor after the impact. Jade now turns her attention to his assosicates at the table. She pulls her shirt back around her hip revieling her gun. She wait for their responce, a smile comes across her face she could use the practise.

But the men decide that it would be better to avoid her and help their friend back to his feet the sit back down at their.

Jade look around the bar to see if there are any other challangers, but sits when there are none.

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OOC: Apparently RP'd by a male...

IC: The shadowy being observes the scuffle with mild intrest. The female fought like dozens of others he'd seen, nothing special. The fact that she carried a gun didn't surprise him, either. He hissed softly, nursing the his water.

OOC: Hey Merc'. I always have the godmod blues.

OOC: I make a concerted attempt to keep my characters believeable, but sometimes that not's possible when RP'ing with godmodders who want to kill off your main RP character(s).

OOC: Apparently RP'd by a male...

IC: The shadowy being observes the scuffle with mild intrest. The female fought like dozens of others he'd seen, nothing special. The fact that she carried a gun didn't surprise him, either. He hissed softly, nursing the his water.

ooc: Is that obvious :roll:

OOC: Quite so. You seek to display your prowess before the others by beating an un-named extra into submission. Then you add 'There are no takers' at the bottom. Had you left that out, you might have had a challenger. I would suggest keeping whatever skills your character posses 'un-displayed', as it were, until an opportunity presents itself for you to display them. I myself have not even revealed my character's race, much less the skills it has. This is just my style of RP'ing, I am not trying to force it on you. You do things your way, and I'll do things mine.

IC: The shadow finishes the glass of water, then pushes it back down the bar with a clawed and scaly hand, motioning for more.

At the other end of the bar sits a youngish, well-built man, with an unkept haircut characteristic of LRR humanoids. He seems to be entralled in a large (10,000 page) book that he had set on the table. He looks about the bar, taking note of everything, and scribbles down what he sees with a long uill pen in this book. (It is actually "The History, edition 341, volume 44") One particular thing caught his eye. In one area of the bar, a woman seems to be in trouble with a group of shady figures. His first instinct is to help, so he gets up from his barstool.

"Hey, madam! Are you in trouble?"

At this moment, the gigantic book falls to the floor, hitting his big toe.

"AAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

OOC: Quite so. You seek to display your prowess before the others by beating an un-named extra into submission. Then you add 'There are no takers' at the bottom. Had you left that out, you might have had a challenger. I would suggest keeping whatever skills your character posses 'un-displayed', as it were, until an opportunity presents itself for you to display them. I myself have not even revealed my character's race, much less the skills it has. This is just my style of RP'ing, I am not trying to force it on you. You do things your way, and I'll do things mine.



OOC: Thanks for the advise I'm always looking for ways to improve on my RP'ing. As for the no takers thing I wasn't sure on wether or not to put that in or not.

the Trasian watches all this action trying to stay out of it in fear of using his Magic

The being laughs again, nearly spilling his water. A rather large book. I wonder what knowledge it contains...

OOC: He's a big fan of books.

"Hey, madam! Are you in trouble?"

The words catches Jade attention. she truns just in time to see a book fall on the mans foot.

glad that someone here would actual care what happens to some else she makes her way over. Seeing the book on the floor she reaches down to pick it up. It's much more heavy then she would have expected.

"Here go" she smiles at the man "I'm ok thank you. Can I buy you drink."

The being laughs again, nearly spilling his water. A rather large book. I wonder what knowledge it contains...

OOC: He's a big fan of books.

OCC: O! Such knowledge it doth contain!

IC:

Outside the bar, a cloaked figure waits atop a bicycle, atop a hill. He is the keeper of the encyclopedia, appointed by the Encyclopedia Foundation itself. And he was very angry. He had seen the goings-on in the bar via remote camera, and was flaming mad at his apprentice's defiling of volume 44, his personal favorite. He suddenly lets out a war cry and starts pedaling down the hill at full speed, which allows him to jump the gap between the hill and the nearest window. He tucks himself into the outline of the bike, as they taught everyone to do in BMX class, and bursts into the bar through the window, shattering the glass.

the Trasian just stares at this interesting display, he utters 2 Trasian spells, ones to yank the figure off his feet the second to cut off his supply of air

the Trasian just stares at this interesting display, he utters 2 Trasian spells, ones to yank the figure off his feet the second to cut off his supply of air

Ha! Therein lies your problem! This man is none other than Isaac the Turquoise! LRR's Greatest wizard! He counters the spells, and quickly locates the person who said them.

All the while, the other LRR person (Call him "Josh") attempts to flirt with Jade.

"Oh, why thankyou. You know, you are the most strikingly beautiful person I have ever seen."

the Trasian quickly get's up and discards his robes, they come off to revel a young man of 24 years of age

he quickly jumps put the nearest window and starts to run/climb up the side of the building until he reaches the roof

"Why thank you." Jade blushes at the comment, it not often that she recieve such compliment. Taken back by she takes a moment before continuing. "what can I buy you"

the Trasian quickly get's up and discards his robes, they come off to revel a young man of 24 years of age

he quickly jumps put the nearest window and starts to run/climb up the side of the building until he reaches the roof

Isaac the Turquoise looks over to Josh.

"I'll deal with you later, boy."

He then boards his bicycle, and starts to chase the Trasian. This bicle was specially equipped, and could trasverse 90 degree surfaces with relative ease.

"Why thank you." Jade blushes at the comment, it not often that she recieve such compliment. Taken back by she takes a moment before continuing. "what can I buy you"

Josh, momentarily shaken by Isaac's threat, replies

"Oh, no. Please, allow me. What could I buy you?"

the Trasian utters a spell that he recently learned that summoned the other reborn Cultists in the area. about 4 more run to his location.

then he takes out 2 Katana's that where on it's seves of his backside and he get's ready to kill if nessesary

the Trasian utters a spell that he recently learned that summoned the other reborn Cultists in the area. about 4 more run to his location.

then he takes out 2 Katana's that where on it's seves of his backside and he get's ready to kill if nessesary

"Oi! You! Why'd you do that? Sorry for etting you all scared and all, but it's not every day that somebody wants to kill me, without provocaation."

Jade is more acustom to being on a battle field finds herself in unfamiliar territory.

she lets out a school girl chuckle

where did that come from she thought to her self come on pull it together

"I'd like that" she give him another smile "I'm almost done my drink, I quess you get another, if it's not to much ask."

OOC;not a very smart thing to say to a Trasian, the Reborn Cultists do not speak english, only Old Trasian

The Reborn cultist takes that as a challenge and he does a sumersault over the man's head and attacks with both Katana's

OOC;not a very smart thing to say to a Trasian, the Reborn Cultists do not speak english, only Old Trasian

The Reborn cultist takes that as a challenge and he does a sumersault over the man's head and attacks with both Katana's

OCC: It isn't english. It is Old Trasian. He had recognized them as what they were early on.

OOC:may i point somthing out?

1:only Trasians can speak old Trasian, they keep that launguage to themselves and don't share it.

2:Trasians are very agile

that's about it

OOC:may i point somthing out?

1:only Trasians can speak old Trasian, they keep that launguage to themselves and don't share it.

2:Trasians are very agile

that's about it

OCC: Well, that's dumb. He'll have to use his powers of antinatinalism and tolerance.

ooc: I'm going to venture out into the real world. going to play some basketball. Be back soon

OOC: I missed a lot and I was just at work for an hour and half and went and ate at my folks house. Interesting things happening. Of course everyone is welcome here. Let me back in.
IC: Rashel laughed at the man's comment. She pursed her lips and widened her brown eyes,"Now, would I really do such a thing to you?" She laughed again. "Nah, it wouldn't be worth it. Besides I would not even consider doing that to a human. I need a challenge, well in the combat ect. But you could be a challenge in other things. It is true I should not assume. Obviously, you have other talents. Otherwise you wouldn't have lasted so long." She glanced over to the elf. "You are correct sometimes I do jump to conclusions, but those are not wrong all the time. You must agree on me at least this time. Look at them. htey make me laugh."
She looked over by the bar when a women knocked the man out. "Good to see a women do a job like that. I would have played it out and took they all out. I guess I work differently than her." Her eyes narrow at the man with the huge book as he tries to assist the women. "I wonder what is in that book. Books always had knowlege and knowledge lead to more power. Maybe we should go talk to him. I always have a thirst for mmore knowledge." She smiles with a hidden aspect drawn across her face. She didn't like to hide her thoughts. She glanced at the human and the elf. "Would you like a drink? And do please stop blubbering around me. Cause you know salvia turns me on." She was looking directly at the human and then she licked her ruby blood red lips, with a slight touch of sarcasm.

"So, who are you anyways?" the elf directed the question twoards Rashel, then he looked at the man, "And who are you? We might as well get to know eachother, am I right?"

She slowly, but deliberately. "I agree. My name is Rashel. That is all I am called by. And you?"
OOC: Hey, people can we all try to figure out how all of us have an interaction with others also.

"Zephyr, my name is Zephyr. Pleasure to meet you, Rashel" Zephyr bows, and comes back up, then out of spite of his past for greeting fine ladies, he picked up her hand and kissed it.

OOC: Ok im back from the real world. This the chance for introductions.

Once Jade had finished her drink she decided that it would be time for another. Unfortantly a group of people stood in the quickest path bar. There was a single woman, man and a elf. She decided that the best way to procced was the squeez between the three.

"Excuse Me" she said as she moved through the group "Barkeep I'll take Two more, one for me and my friend." Even thought her friend had bought the las tround she felt obligated to return the favor. she turns back the group while she waited. "Sorry didn't mean to interupt.

Rashel pulled Zephyr close to her chest. She leaned into his ear and said,"Treasure that because that is the closest you will come to kissing me, well, without my persmission." As she said this hot breath reached to touch his ear. She pulled back quickly having hte hot air followed closely by cold, frigid air. She smiled sweetly and bit her lower lip as she raised those sharp eyebrows. She noticed the human girl join their group. She looked her up and down and said,"You are in good shape for a human. I am impressed. So, what are you drinking and what is your name? Mine is Rashel and this dashing gentleman is Zaphyr, I don't know this man's name mind you. You weren't interupting so don't bother about that." As she said she didn't know the human male's name sh moved her hand in the direction of him. She rests her hand on her hip waiting for the woman's answer.

Zephyr looked down after Rashel whispered to him, "Sorry, it is just something I do out of pure spite, and it is uslually how I greet ladies such as yourself. I will not do that again, accept my appology..."

He then saw the girl rush past, and he looked at her, and listened to Rashel talk.

"Why Thank you" Jade extends her hand as a sign of good faith "My Name is Commander Jade Allenson, Tappee Intellegence. If you'd like could I buy you all a beer, and why don't you join me and my friend in the corner."

There was something about this Rashel that Jade liked.

then the Trasian see's that this man isn't a threat so he sheves his katana's and walks down from the roof again

"oh, Zaphyr, I was just joking. I love a good kiss and trust me that was even good on my hand," as Rashel says this she winks at him. She looks at Jade. "Sure why not? Hmmm, now the choice is which kind. I wonder if they still have moonlight liquor. That would go wonderful. Hey, I would love to meet more guys. I hope he is like my "good"" making quotes with fingers around her as she says that,"friend Zaphyr. She laughs and walks gracefully over to the bar stepping over the thing lying on the ground. SHe barely noticed it, but walked with knowing the ground and the earth she walked on. She could never be surprised or unbalanced. "Hey, there Mr. Bartender givem a drink, please. Do you have a moolight liquor beer?" He hands her a frosty mug with the colour of black, but it did not stain your lips or clothes. She bagan to drink her beer and wait for othes to introduce themselves.

the Trasian walks back inside and puts his robes and mask back on and sits down at the bar, he switches his translator to English



Trasian:A Trasian Ale please pulls out 12 Imperial Credits

Jade lays some money down on the bar to cover everyone expenses.

"Tell me Rashel what bring you to a place like this." She takes a sip of her beer "You don't look the type to hang out here. But you can certianly take careof you self"

the Trasian say's to Jade in a filtered voice


Trasian:i can pay for my own drink thankyou very much.

"Very well, I was only trying to be polite, I didn't mean to offend anyone, if I did then I'm sorry."

"Well, I am a travelor. I am to always walk this world. A nomad I guess. I was asleep for awhile and now I am awake. The world has changed much, but you are correct I can take care of myself. Thanks. I guess I came here for some familarity, but new is always more fun. Fun is what I am finding." She laughs as she talks. "Thanks for the beer, you don't have to cover for me, but I do appreciate that." She leans over to Jade and whishpers, "What is with this guy over there? Anti-social? Came to the wrong place I think. Oh well."She leans back and takes another drink.

Trasian:life is cruel to many people, your not offending me, just being stupid with your money, paying for everyone. HA! i rather pay from my own pockets. at least i know it's honest money

the Trasian takes his ale and walks to the other side of the room by a window and sits down reading the Trasian Book of Law and Order

"Places like this attract people of all kinds" She realizes that she starting to feel the effects of the beer, time to slow down. "Your taveler, I'm a soldier" she points at the man in the corner "He's an observer. We've all got our purpose, it figuring the purpose out which will mess with you"

Rashel looked after the man, she looked sad at that moment. Her smile ceased to exist on her face and her brown eyes dimmed. "I was only joking. I thought maybe he would just joke along with me. I may look tough, but I am most of the time nice. I am nice to people, unless they give me a reason to be viscious. I shall return I want to say sorry." Rashel walked over to where the man sat,"For however you want to take it. I am sorry. I only play. Come and talk with us. We all have something to learn from each other." She walked away to allow him time to think. She went back into the group and said to Jade,"Purpose. Hmmm...funny how that always plays a role in life, but what do you do when your life never ends and you have done your purpose for the world?" She stared at Jade with her face blank, but serious.

the Trasian continues to read his book ignoreing all noise around him

"My puprose now it to redem myself for my sins, and when I've done that then I can die happy. But until that time, I don't know what I'm going to do."

"It is good you have faith."
OOC: I have to get some sleep. I have a test tomorrow and I need to finish my paper. I will try to be back around one, which I think is noon here. Have fun and good night.

Zephyr listened to their conversation, and took gulps of beer. "I am just here for something new for my life, and others possibly, which it seems that has already taken place."

The angel creature, or "Rachel" apparently, moved on, seeming to sift through the bar's occupants almost at random. Hakett crawled out from under the table he had dived under when she had been "otherwise engaged", kept his head down and slumped into one of the booths to hide for a while. The booth was already occupied.

"Jeez Hackett, where've you been? I've been waiting forty minutes."

"Aarafy?"

Aarafy waved his hands to silence Hackett, "Don't call me by my name! I'm Wahington. Irving Washington. Or was it Washington Irving? I don't remember. What took you so long?"

"I couldn't see you anywhere, you could've picked a better spot."

"Right out in the open? Anyone could've seen us. You should have checked every booth."

"In place like this? I almost got killed twice just walking around."

"Stop moaning. We have better things to talk about." Aarafy reached beneath the desk, fumbled in the gloom, and eventually produced a brown paper envelope, thick with papers. "Here it is. Passport, money, identity papers, the works. Don't draw attention to yourself. I promised you wouldn't cause any trouble."

"Don't worry about that. I have trouble enough to spare."

OOC: Tikric has drunk himself under the bar during all the action; maybe he got stood on a few times, but otherwise he is ok… he’s just sleeping it off.

Khadim gulps down his beer. Standing up, Khadim stretches... Frowning upon the angel loose behavior, he wants to reprove her, but thinks better of it and sits down, ordering another bottle of beer.

2 more Trasian Cultists enter the Bar and head directly for the first cultist

Trasian:Ah iraf kas via

Cultist 1:ich aspa kasg pwr

Cultist 2:Miral plast jte pag righ as gawe?

Trasian:Nich, hsuas pg asga hawy chpolo



[Code] Translation


Trasian:Ah, you have arrived

Cultist 1:Sorry we are late

Cultist 2:anything interesting go on ?

Trasian: nope, nothing interesting has happened

Khadim glances in disgust at the three Trasian Cultists. Khadim's parents were supposedly murdered by these scum, so he has had a neverending hatred for them. Khadim fingers his two swords and thinks about killing the Trasians...

the Trasian senses hostility towards them, he fingers his Katana's and warns the other 2, they also get ready, but they continue to talk

"As I can this shall be an intersting day." She perked up and looked about the room. She could sense fear and hatred. Fear had such a strong odor. Hostility made her hairs stand on end. "Something is going to go down today." She glanced over at the now two new cult people surrounding the rude one. She raised an eyebrow at them, narrowing her eyes and making it quite aware she did not trust them as far as they could toss her and that wouldn't be very far. This whole place reeked of interior motives, they were all here for specific reasons. She didn't think of any of them to be good ones, except for a few in her surrounding area, but she has been fooled before. She walked over to the bartender. "Can people sing songs over there on that stage if they want to without a reservation?" Her face was sincere, but flickered a smile.
"Ummm...sure why not?"
"Thanks, I am going to go do that now."
She walked up onto the stage. She wasn't doing this to get attention, she just wanted people to have a good time and not think of their motives. She wasn't sure if these people would know the song, but maybe they would. She started singing softly, it was Crazy, although it was a remake of Patsy Klines version. This one was more dark rock and morbid. "Crazy for feeling for so blue. I knew you loved me as long as you wanted." She made eye contact with each person that was watching. "And some day you'd leave me for somebody neeeeew." She started to increase her tone until it was almost yelling. Her hair had began to fly forward and cover her face all could be seen is her peircing dark eyes. She finished the song and walked off the stage. She went to stand by Zephyr and Jade.

the Trasians start to get annoyed at this unexpected noise, but they tolarate it while they talk

Aarafy fidgeted nervously as Hackett checked the contents of the envelope. "Are you sure this cover will hold?" Hackett asked, "I heard that someone got to Towers and McWatt."

"As long as you don't do anything stupid, you'll be fine." Aarafy reached inside his coat as his phone started bleeping. Hackett sat back, still leafing through the documents. As Aarafy blathered into his phone, Hackett leaned out of the booth to see who was singing. As soon as he recognized the mad woman from earlier, he ducked back in.

Aarafy hung up, "Change of plan. Someone might have followed me. You stay here and stay down, I'll go and snoop around before backup arrives."

one of the Trasians take out a Knife that is made of Artusion Crystals.


Trasian:This is it, that is what you came for

hands over Artusion knife to the Cultists and the 2 cultists give HIM a 300,000,000 Credit Chip walks away out of the Bar

Khadim stands up and draws his two jewelled swords and begins to advance towards the seated Trasian...

Scum... I will send you today to your maker... Khadim thinks.

the Trasian senses a large amount of hostility in this man, he quickly uses a mind trick to try and tell him to return to his seat before he get's killed

Khadim stands up and draws his two jewelled swords and begins to advance towards the seated Trasian...

Scum... I will send you today to your maker... Khadim thinks.

The shadow at the bar growls in dismay, slightly angered at the incredible displays of hostility in the room. "There is no need for weapons here. This establishment has already lost a window. I will not let you stain the floors with blood. The two of you should leave this establishment, as you seem to have consumed too much liquor, and your judgement is impaired." The creature takes a sip of his second glass of water.

"Why do people have to go down to violence. Why not take care of it by intelligent means, as in talking or compromising. Fights should be the last resort, but they can be fun." She smiles feriously at that statement.

"Why do people have to go down to violence. Why not take care of it by intelligent means, as in talking or compromising. Fights should be the last resort, but they can be fun." She smiles feriously at that statement.

A man clad in orangeish robes, and with a shaved head, sits in the corner. He hears this statement.

"When you pick up the weapon of your enemy, you become him. Violence is not the answer. When a man strikes your right cheek, offer him your left. You young people have a long life ahead of you. No sense wasting it in petty pursuits for personal gain and glory."

http://www.gristmagazine.com/images/citizen/dalai-lama.jpg

"Why do people have to go down to violence. Why not take care of it by intelligent means, as in talking or compromising. Fights should be the last resort, but they can be fun." She smiles feriously at that statement.

A man clad in orangeish robes, and with a shaved head, sits in the corner. He hears this statement.

"When you pick up the weapon of your enemy, you become him. Violence is not the answer. When a man strikes your right cheek, offer him your left. You young people have a long life ahead of you. No sense wasting it in petty pursuits for personal gain and glory."

http://www.gristmagazine.com/images/citizen/dalai-lama.jpg

The shadow at the bar responds, "I agree, the youth of today does not seem to understand the value of life. Only when one has taken life wrongfully, does one truly see the evil that is done when life is taken." A lesson I learned long ago...

"Why do people have to go down to violence. Why not take care of it by intelligent means, as in talking or compromising. Fights should be the last resort, but they can be fun." She smiles feriously at that statement.

A man clad in orangeish robes, and with a shaved head, sits in the corner. He hears this statement.

"When you pick up the weapon of your enemy, you become him. Violence is not the answer. When a man strikes your right cheek, offer him your left. You young people have a long life ahead of you. No sense wasting it in petty pursuits for personal gain and glory."

http://www.gristmagazine.com/images/citizen/dalai-lama.jpg

The shadow at the bar responds, "I agree, the youth of today does not seem to understand the value of life. Only when one has taken life wrongfully, does one truly see the evil that is done when life is taken." A lesson I learned long ago...

"Ah. I see you have learned this lesson through much pain, both mental and physical. It is a sad thing that people see it fit to quarrel and fight. If they could only see the error of their ways."

OOC: Is that the Dali Lama?

IC: The creature sits in silence, lost in deep thought. His scaly, clawed hands are folded under his chin, and his breath hisses softly.

A lady walks in laughing loudly.

http://www.davidmichaelbeck.com/images/ladydeathtrib457.jpg

"Oh! Hello."

When Jade see's the weapons pulled she reaches down for her gun. But doesn't draw it. the last thing that she wants do to do is futher add to an alreadt tense situation. However, if things get out of control she wants to be ready.

Every one in the room freezes to see what will happen next.

OOC: Last time I checked, AmandaTheGreat was the thread master/mistress/whatever, not Tapee.

Zephyr just staerd arround at everyone, he never liked to think of what he was going to do, just did it out of gut instinct. He still stood there, watching all the happenings...

the Trasian notices that some people are staring at him and his enemy, he sheaves his swords and sits down

Trasian:I agree with some of you, sometimes violence isn't the way.therefore i shall just sit here and continue reading my book.

OOC,soz, posted with my puppet :oops: my bad

OOC: Last time I checked, AmandaTheGreat was the thread master/mistress/whatever, not Tapee.

OOC: I'm just describing how my character is reacting, I don't under your responce.

OOC: It doesn't matter whose thread it is. I just want people to be creative and have fun.

Khadim sensing the hostility of the other patrons, snorts in disgust and sits back in his seat...

OOC: Is that the Dali Lama?

IC: The creature sits in silence, lost in deep thought. His scaly, clawed hands are folded under his chin, and his breath hisses softly.

OCC: Yep.

The Dalai Lama remarked that there is nothing special about a new millennium. The ticking over of zeroes doesn't change anything. "If we really want the next millennium to be happier, more peaceful and more harmonious ..., we will have to make the effort to make it so."

He listed six arenas of effort:

1. "While engaging in material progress and taking care of physical well-being, we need to pay equal attention to developing peace of mind."

2. "We need to develop more altruism and a sense of caring and responsibility for others... One could call this 'secular ethics,' as it consists of basic human qualities such as kindness, compassion, sincerity, and honesty."

3. "We must seriously consider the concept of non-violence," starting, said the Dalai Lama, with internal disarmament. "By internal disarmament I mean ridding ourselves of all the negative emotions that result in violence." Only from there, he said, can we work toward eliminating nuclear weapons, stopping arms trade, total demilitarization. "Human problems will, of course, always remain, but ... the next century should be one of dialogue and discussion rather than one of war and bloodshed."

4. "We need to address the issue of the gap between the rich and the poor, both globally and nationally. This inequality ... is not only morally wrong, but practically also a source of problems. Equally important is the issue of freedom. As long as there is no freedom in many parts of the world, there can be no real peace."

5. "We need to take care of our earth and of our environment."

6. "Lastly, one of the greatest challenges today is the population explosion. Unless we are able to tackle this issue effectively we will be confronted with the problem of natural resources being inadequate for all the human beings on this earth."

OOC: Last time I checked, AmandaTheGreat was the thread master/mistress/whatever, not Tapee.

OOC: I'm just describing how my character is reacting, I don't under your responce.

OOC: I just wanted to see your reaction. :lol: I enjoy messing with people, nothing personal.

The being at the bar snorts, nodding in agreement. "I agree, holy man, but there are some things in this world that must be destroyed. They are not part of God's creation. Such things were created by Lucifer, and cannot continue to poison our world with their exsistance." He tugs a small silver crucifix, hung on a thin silver chain, out of his shirt. He lets the item hang in front of him, highlighted against the blackness of his shirt.

The being at the bar snorts, nodding in agreement. "I agree, holy man, but there are some things in this world that must be destroyed. They are not part of God's creation. Such things were created by Lucifer, and cannot continue to poison our world with their exsistance." He tugs a small silver crucifix, hung on a thin silver chain, out of his shirt. He lets the item hang in front of him, highlighted against the blackness of his shirt.

"Ah, I see you are a believer in the ways of christianity. In my resident country, religion is not a very large phenomenon. Buddism, however, seems to be a very popular way of life. The current opinion is that it prophesizes a wider and less restrictive world view. I can see your logic in that assertion, but is it not furthering the cause of such 'evil' things in destroying them? We must rid ourselves of negative emotions, for there is the root of all suffering. Also, it is forbidden by the buddist way of life to destroy a living thing."

He recites the five precepts.

"Even in a nation which has acheived the wonders of travel beyond earth, such as my parent land, (LRR) still needs to remember these basic rules."

OOC: Last time I checked, AmandaTheGreat was the thread master/mistress/whatever, not Tapee.

OOC: I'm just describing how my character is reacting, I don't under your responce.

OOC: I just wanted to see your reaction. :lol: I enjoy messing with people, nothing personal.

OOC: no offence taken. I just want to know if I did something wrong, so that I would happen in the future. If we can't learn from our mistakes, how well we learn.

The being at the bar snorts, nodding in agreement. "I agree, holy man, but there are some things in this world that must be destroyed. They are not part of God's creation. Such things were created by Lucifer, and cannot continue to poison our world with their exsistance." He tugs a small silver crucifix, hung on a thin silver chain, out of his shirt. He lets the item hang in front of him, highlighted against the blackness of his shirt.

"Ah, I see you are a believer in the ways of christianity. In my resident country, religion is not a very large phenomenon. Buddism, however, seems to be a very popular way of life. The current opinion is that it prophesizes a wider and less restrictive world view. I can see your logic in that assertion, but is it not furthering the cause of such 'evil' things in destroying them? We must rid ourselves of negative emotions, for there is the root of all suffering. Also, it is forbidden by the buddist way of life to destroy a living thing."

He recites the five precepts.

"Even in a nation which has acheived the wonders of travel beyond earth, such as my parent land, (LRR) still needs to remember these basic rules."

"I speak of the vampires and other such satanic beings that walk the God's earth. They serve no purpose, other than to sew fear into the hearts of men. I respect the beliefs of your religion, but I feel the lapdogs of Satan must be eradicated. Those creatures aside, I kill only in self-defense." The shadow answers, his mind pondering this 'Buddhist' religion.

OOC: Damn forum... :evil:

Jade decides that she going to walk through the bar to see if there are any intresting conversation going on, that she could join.

The being at the bar snorts, nodding in agreement. "I agree, holy man, but there are some things in this world that must be destroyed. They are not part of God's creation. Such things were created by Lucifer, and cannot continue to poison our world with their exsistance." He tugs a small silver crucifix, hung on a thin silver chain, out of his shirt. He lets the item hang in front of him, highlighted against the blackness of his shirt.

"Ah, I see you are a believer in the ways of christianity. In my resident country, religion is not a very large phenomenon. Buddism, however, seems to be a very popular way of life. The current opinion is that it prophesizes a wider and less restrictive world view. I can see your logic in that assertion, but is it not furthering the cause of such 'evil' things in destroying them? We must rid ourselves of negative emotions, for there is the root of all suffering. Also, it is forbidden by the buddist way of life to destroy a living thing."

He recites the five precepts.

"Even in a nation which has acheived the wonders of travel beyond earth, such as my parent land, (LRR) still needs to remember these basic rules."

"I speak of the vampires and other such satanic beings that walk the God's earth. They serve no purpose, other than to sew fear into the hearts of men. I respect the beliefs of your religion, but I feel the lapdogs of Satan must be eradicated. Those creatures aside, I kill only in self-defense." The shadow answers, his mind pondering this 'Buddhist' religion.

OOC: Damn forum... :evil:

"With enough love and nurturing, even the vilest being can be made good."

"With enough love and nurturing, even the vilest being can be made good."

The words catch Jades attention, she begins to listen to the conversation more closely.

"I can see your point of view. But what do we gain by death and destruction? In my country, we have a sizeable space fleet, one capable of undertaking missions of destruction. Altthough it is a sad thing that such a force would be necessary, it is apparently so, in order to keep the faint glimmer of freedom and democracy uncorrupted by forces who have not seen the error in their ways. But I suppose, since no nation has ever attacked my country, that it has never been put to the test, and that is a very good thing. The last thing they would do is escalate a situation to violence. I have some very good friends in or fleet. But this is all rather off the topic. To return to my main point, there is an alternative to death and destruction."

"But how do you deal with a person thats wants only death and destruction?" asked Jade.

"But how do you deal with a person thats wants only death and destruction?" asked Jade.

"What? Oh. You rehabilitate. The only way to change the world is through progressive social policies, which not only provide food, water, shelter, freedom, and education, but also instill a sense of morals in our young, a sense of morals which promotes charity, tolerance, and nonviolence."

"But how do you deal with a person thats wants only death and destruction?" asked Jade.

"What? Oh. You rehabilitate. The only way to change the world is through progressive social policies, which not only provide food, water, shelter, freedom, and education, but also instill a sense of morals in our young, a sense of morals which promotes charity, tolerance, and nonviolence."

The figure nods. "Then I will capture the next vampire I come across, and bring him to you. Perhaps you can rehabilitate him, so death will not be nessecary."

The figure nods. "Then I will capture the next vampire I come across, and bring him to you. Perhaps you can rehabilitate him, so death will not be nessecary."

Jade chuckles. But by his statement she finds a fault in the reasoning

"You Assume that you can take him alive. He may fight you to the death. Even though you may capture him, I doubt you could do so with the use of violence."

"We will assume that you where able to rehibiliate him. Even though you used violence to capture him. that violence led to a greater good. So one can say that there are situation in which violence was the only course of action, for the greater good."

Calnux lets out a little chuckle.

"What if the vamp is too kill him instead of the other way around? Then what? If he doesn't use violence, the vamp shall emerge the victor. There are few very choices to make here, and all shall lead to the same end."

The figure nods. "Then I will capture the next vampire I come across, and bring him to you. Perhaps you can rehabilitate him, so death will not be nessecary."

Jade chuckles. But by his statement she finds a fault in the reasoning

"You Assume that you can take him alive. He may fight you to the death. Even though you may capture him, I doubt you could do so with the use of violence."

"We will assume that you where able to rehibiliate him. Even though you used violence to capture him. that violence led to a greater good. So one can say that there are situation in which violence was the only course of action, for the greater good."

"Or I could simply shoot him." The shadow states, laying a Colt M1911A1 on the bar, the black steel gleaming in the bar's dim lights. The grip is made of some sort of black wood, inset with a silver cross on each side. "In the hunts of today, firearms are a useful, if not noisy, asset."

Jade smile's. She reaches down to hip withdrawing her side arm, and places beside his.

"Couldn't agree more"

Her's is a custom build Tappee Avenger pistol. It carries 12 rounds. Has two modes of fire, semi-auto, and a two round burst fire. The grip is custom created to the hand of it user. It is the Standard issue for Tappee Intellengence service.

Calnux lets out a little chuckle.

"What if the vamp is too kill him instead of the other way around? Then what? If he doesn't use violence, the vamp shall emerge the victor. There are few very choices to make here, and all shall lead to the same end."

The shadow creature fixes him with his unnerving golden gaze. "In my three-hundred and eighty years of hunting, no mere vampire has bested me. I am not human like you, therefore I do not have the inherent weaknesses of your race."

BUMP

Calnux lets out a little chuckle.

"What if the vamp is too kill him instead of the other way around? Then what? If he doesn't use violence, the vamp shall emerge the victor. There are few very choices to make here, and all shall lead to the same end."

The shadow creature fixes him with his unnerving golden gaze. "In my three-hundred and eighty years of hunting, no mere vampire has bested me. I am not human like you, therefore I do not have the inherent weaknesses of your race."

Calnux looks back, with a slight grin.

"Who said I was human? Get to know me before you pass judgement."

"Now, now. I sense much negative emotion in this bar tonight. (Note: The Dalai Lama would not himself be drinking, because that goes against the five precepts.) How could we all cheer up, and have a good time?"

OOC (and random):
A strange man, holding coconuts between his hands and clapping them together, making the sound of horses hooves, gallops in. "What is the airspeed velocity of a swallow?" he askes the nearest person.
"African or European?" the bystander replies.
"I don't kn-- AAAUGH!" he screems as he falls off the bridge.

The being growls. "Your skin is still soft. The term 'softskin' pretains to all manner of elves, humans, dwarves, and other such human-like things. You, as I can see, are a softskin."

OOC: Finally! Someone responds! :lol: :P :lol:

"Now, now. I sense much negative emotion in this bar tonight. (Note: The Dalai Lama would not himself be drinking, because that goes against the five precepts.) How could we all cheer up, and have a good time?"

"I apologise, holy man. I have not fed for many days, and my bloodlust wells up inside of me. My emotions are a product of my condition."

OOC: I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts....

IC:
Turning to the Holy Man, he says, "So sorry."

Turning around back to the bar, the "soft skin" utters, "You can see nothing but my exterior. There are beings with can cause illusions in the minds of weak creatures. I'm in no way calling you weak minded. I'm just telling you that you need to open your eyes, and look a little closer."

Taking off his jacket, and tossing it on the ground, he awaits Wandering's responce.

"I am unimpressed." The shadow mutters. "If you are some sort of demon, then we will have conflict. If that is so, would suggest you leave now. My bloodlust is beginning to influence my actions."

"I am no demon. If anything, you and I should be allied. I am an Liberti, the last of my kind. Those bloody vamps killed my clan, and I am all that is left. It happened many years ago, and I feel as if I've spent my time training for this. I've not been in my original body for many a years, and I've become rather comfortable in this body."

OOC: Char can be seen at http://sethrd.net/brad/char.jpg

OOC: You will have to describe him, as my browser forbids me to view your pic. It will allow me to view adult material, yet not your pick... :?

OOC: Yeah, sorry about that. I told my server not to allow linking in that folder. I changed the link though. It's at http://sethrd.net/brad/char.jpg now.

"I have a different reason than blind revenge for hunting these creatures. It is complex, and I will not go into further detail at this time." He puts his sidearm away. "I appreciate your offer, but I hunt alone. I am a solitary creature, I haven't seen my homeland for many years. It is best that it is this way, there are fewer chances of complications."

OOC: I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts....

IC:
Turning to the Holy Man, he says, "So sorry."

Turning around back to the bar, the "soft skin" utters, "You can see nothing but my exterior. There are beings with can cause illusions in the minds of weak creatures. I'm in no way calling you weak minded. I'm just telling you that you need to open your eyes, and look a little closer."

Taking off his jacket, and tossing it on the ground, he awaits Wandering's responce.

OCC: Excellent idea.

IC:

The Dalai Lama takes out a small communicator device.

"Yes? Hello? This is the Dalai Lama speaking. Thankyou. Yes, thankyou. I appreciate this very much. See you in a half hour, then."

"I said not a thing of us hunting together, just that you and I have no reason to fight. Holy Man, where are you rushing off too?"

OOC: He still looks like a human. I would provide you with a pick, but I have not one on this machine. I will describe my character later on, when he is asked for his name, things like that.

"Now if you two are done with your pissing contest why don't we all sit down and have drink" she say with a smile on her face.

OOC: I just realized that is the pic of my IRC FFRP character, Bracada. Bugger. I'm not sure where my other char is. I'll have to look for him.

IC:

"So, what is your name? Why are you here of all places?"

Looking at Tappee, "What shall we be drinking this evening?"

The shadow eyes her. "I do not understand this contest of 'pissing' as you say."

OOC: I'm trying to understand what his character is, not beating my chest.

ooc: the character name is Jade

in:

"Ha,ha" she laughs aloud. She wonders who she's going to explain this.

"Every see how two dogs fighting with each other of territority. they pee over everything in an attempt to gain dominance over the other." she shakes her head "anyway I'm drinking beer, why don't both you sit down and keep a lady company"

http://pluto.spaceports.com/~lms/mj4.jpg

"I am known as Whiptail the Fallen." He states. He looks at Jade. "I do not believe that you would enjoy the company of one such as myself. I am different than he."

OOC: He's not being unfriendly, just stating his opinion.

"I said not a thing of us hunting together, just that you and I have no reason to fight. Holy Man, where are you rushing off too?"

"You shall see. It will be a pleasent surprise, no doubt."

OOC: Yeah, we aren't fighting. Just getting to know each other a little, I guess.

IC:

Looking at Whiptail, "You would be suprised who I can get along with. Come, join Jade and I in a drink! It's on me!"

"Then I wish you well, holy man. I have learned much from you." Whiptail stands and bows, as is customary in the Argonian homeland, then seats himself again.

Indeed Holy Man. May your journey be blessed and may you arrive at your destination safely.

Whiptail looks at him. "I do not refer to you. You are similar to her in appearance. You two are more compatible for this 'company' she speaks of. I will stay and talk, but I will buy my own refreshment. It is dishonorable for my kind to accept gifts from strangers. I do know that it is a custom with your kind to do these things, but I will continue to purchase my own water, for it is inexpensive."

Jade lowers her head as a sign of respect.

"Thank you whiptail for joining us. I am most intrested I learning more about the two of you."

"If you wish Whiptail. Just remember, nothing is as it seams. Appearance isn't everything. Jade, how are you doing? What is your quest?"

she takes a sip of her beer and thinks for a moment

"Me I'm on quest for salvation. but at the moment I'm taking a moment for some R and R. How about you what's your story"

"If you wish Whiptail. Just remember, nothing is as it seams. Appearance isn't everything. Jade, how are you doing? What is your quest?"

"I have never taken anything at 'face value' as you say. Perhaps you have forgotten that I am a hunter of vampires, most of which look like humans. I am wary of such things, you might do well to observe, rather than speak."

My story? It is one of loss and hope. When I was a child, living in Inverta, my family was a happy one. My people are peaceful. One night, while we slept, a group of vamps and human familiars attacked our village, and us being peaceful, had no way of defending ourself. I hid under my bed, and watched as my entire family was slaughtered. I wandered aimlessly for a while, praying to Jids, our God, that he would take me to my family, but he told me I had work to do. I traveled, always looking for those that harmed me. I've been searching for over 97 years, and have yet to find them all. I've still got a long time to go. Jids has cursed me, and I must stay this shape and everything till I complete what needs to be done before I can be peaceful. I've learned much from the races I've encountered, and thank them greatly. I haven't slept a good nights sleep in ages, as every time I close my eyes, I see my mother falling, and my father crying.

"Then I wish you well, holy man. I have learned much from you." Whiptail stands and bows, as is customary in the Argonian homeland, then seats himself again.

"Oh, you seem to have misunderstood. I am not going anyplace. I had to call ahead and make arrangements with some friends of mine at the home planet. An engineering marvel, no doubt."

she takes a sip of her beer and thinks for a moment

"Me I'm on quest for salvation. but at the moment I'm taking a moment for some R and R. How about you what's your story"

"I am a hunter of vampires, and an outcast warrior of the Argonian race. I seek to regain my honor by ridding the earth of the lapdogs of satan." Whiptail folds his clawed hands on the bar.

"If you wish Whiptail. Just remember, nothing is as it seams. Appearance isn't everything. Jade, how are you doing? What is your quest?"

"I have never taken anything at 'face value' as you say. Perhaps you have forgotten that I am a hunter of vampires, most of which look like humans. I am wary of such things, you might do well to observe, rather than speak."

Just curious, but do you think I wish to harm you? You and I are after the same thing, or so it seems. I wish you luck in your quest, and pray you are never harmed.

Jade look him in the eyes.

"I know what it's like not to have a family as a child." The memories of her childhood where still painful for her even now. "But I was lucky in that I was able to find them later. But I could never understand what it's like to lose your family in front of you like that."

My story? It is one of loss and hope. When I was a child, living in Inverta, my family was a happy one. My people are peaceful. One night, while we slept, a group of vamps and human familiars attacked our village, and us being peaceful, had no way of defending ourself. I hid under my bed, and watched as my entire family was slaughtered. I wandered aimlessly for a while, praying to Jids, our God, that he would take me to my family, but he told me I had work to do. I traveled, always looking for those that harmed me. I've been searching for over 97 years, and have yet to find them all. I've still got a long time to go. Jids has cursed me, and I must stay this shape and everything till I complete what needs to be done before I can be peaceful. I've learned much from the races I've encountered, and thank them greatly. I haven't slept a good nights sleep in ages, as every time I close my eyes, I see my mother falling, and my father crying.

"Your tale resembles mine, after a fashion. Let us say that I killed a large number of fellow tribesmen, for the wrong reasons." Whiptail lowers his cowled head, his 5'11" tail toying with the water glass on the bar.

OOC: GOT IT! Found this char. He can be seen at http://www.sethrd.net/brad/char.jpg

The weapon I carry is called a "Shoul Dun" that I recieved from a Jucvar in Kilkar 67 years ago. He appears to be in his 20's in human years, but is actually 134 in Khulers years, which is about 18 years old human.

I guess we all have something in common then. We should all get along rather well, I suppose.

Taking a drink of his beer, he coughs, this being the first time he has had a human beer before.

OOC: Sorry I was gone so long. Wow! A lot was said and I missed it...pouts.
IC: Rashel looked over her shoulder and saw the man with wings. "Could this be, someone so similar to me? He looks familar to?"
The bartender looks at her,"Miss, what did you say?"
Rashel mumbles,"Nothing."
She walks over to the group, where Jade, the familar man, a holy man, and another man gathered.
"Excuse me, do I know you?" She was starring at the man with wings. "I must, eitherwise I would not have that feeling."
"Sorry, to interupt the indepth conversation it looked like you were having. But it is important to me to find out if he is one of my kind. I haven't seen one of my race for so very long."

OOC: Whiptail is around 380 years old, human years. You will learn of his weapons later. He still looks pretty human. :lol:

IC: "Now it is Jade's turn. She is still shrouded in mystery, and I am curious. My bloodlust makes me impatient." Whiptail says, in his gravelly voice.

OOC: Remember, I said that I have the ability to change my appearance. That is the body he is trapped in for the time being, till he is back with his family.

IC:

Looking at the female that just came to the tables, "I'm sorry. Where you speaking to me? Who are you?"

I guess we all have something in common then. We should all get along rather well, I suppose.

Taking a drink of his beer, he coughs, this being the first time he has had a human beer before.

Whiptail watches him drink. "Human alchol lacks the punch I am used to. I have not tasted the 'Hist' of my homeland for more than a century." He motions towards the beer. "The last non-Argonian to sample it died. It seems the main ingredient was toxic to him." Whiptail shrugs.

OOC: This distilling process involved in making Hist produces Potassium Chloride, which is now commonly used to execute criminals, but Argonians are immune to all botanical and chemical poisons, and most diseases. This is due to the harsh climate of the Black Marsh. The Hist's potassium chloride creates a burning sensation in the veins as it travels, something Argonians are quite fond of, they find it invigorating.

Sounds a little too strong for my liking. Back home, we had a drink called Ruxpin. It was a mixture of urine from a Hayture, which is an animal that looks almost like a horse, and Lilac extract. I don't know of anyone other then Khulers that have drank it. We were really cut off from other races.

"Horses are something foreign to me. I have not seen one for many a year." Whiptail answers.

That is too bad. Horses are great animals.

As much as he doesn't like it, he drinks his beer. Looking at Jade, he asks, "So, tell me a little more about your story."

ooc: Sorry went out for dinner with a bunch of friends

IN:

"My tale" She asks "hmm. where to start." she thinks to her self for a moment. Both my parent worked for Tappee Intellegence. Agents are not allowed to have families. It's considered a weakness that may be explolite by our enemy's. So at birth the where force to give me up. Since I was an orphan I was raised by the state." She takes a sip of beer. "Now since Family is considered a weakness all orphans are trained from a early age to become specialized soldier. They become are special forces unit know as the Second X. Those who show exceptional talent are transfered to the Intellegence division known as the first X. As a child I was playing with knifes and guns, when I should have been playing with dolls. It didn't take me long until I was accepted into the 1st X."

She stop again taking a few more drinks thinking to her self about the past.

"Short after I finished my training at the academy, I found who my parents where. They had been watching my since I was a child. However our reunion was short lived when i was Sent undercover to infiltrate a Terrorist organization, my orders where simple. Do what ever it take to get the top of the organiztion, and elliminate it's leader." These memorise brought a flood of emotion to Jade. By this point she was trying to fight back the tears. again she take a drink, but this time she chugs what remains. "That what I did. But one does not get that high up with out doing things, evil thing, the type of things that rip a person soul apart. After the I was recieved as a hero, everyone said what i did saveed so many. But try and tell that to the people that I hurt." She looks down at the empty glass. "I think I need another."

ooc: I found what my char looks like out of form. http://www.sethrd.net/brad/not.jpg

IC:

While ordering another for himself and Jade, he puts his arm around Jade to comfort her. "It's ok. You did what you did because you had a job to do. You have been told since you were little to do what you are told when you are told. You can't blame yourself. You were doing your job."

Takes a drink of his beer, this time with a slight cringing face, as he gets used to the taste.

Jade wipes the tears from her eyes. she feels comforted by the arm around her

"But that doesn't make it any easier. when I close my eye's at night I can still see their faces, they haunt my dreams. That's why I've decided to try and redeem myself for what I did. and help as many as I can from here on."

If you don't mind, I would like to travel with you. There is nothing better then helping people, and I'm guessing you need help, emotionally that is. I would love to travel with you.

Putting his arm around her a little more, he gives a little squeeze, showing her that he won't leave.

For most of her life all she could remember was being alone. Even when she had finally found her parents the moment was short lived. To her it would seem that fate had always wanted her to be alone. But every now and again fate could be forgiving.

She take a momnet to collect her self. she looks into his eye's "I would very much like that, I'm tiered of being alone."

Looking at her face as she thought, he saw himself as a child. Confused, scared, not knowing what to do. He could almost predict her answer, then it came. "I would very much like that, I'm tired of being alone."

He smiled widely, the first time that had happened in a long time. He honestly couldn't think of the last time he smiled. Thinking hard, it came to him. 78 years ago, the last time he went to his parents grave, and thought he saw his brother, Nucka, jumping on what was left of his bed. Looking into her eyes, he saw his true form. Wondering if she saw the same, he asked her.

"Can you see what I really am? Do you see my true form? Obviously, this skin isn't mine. It is mearly a way to make others comfortable."

She takes a moment to collect herself

"I think I do, but I wonder how it's possible"

OOC: I hope thats the responce that you were looking for, I wasn't quite sure on how to procced.

This is simple to find out if you can or not. Can you see my wings? If you don't, then you don't see the real me.

OOC: Answer however you want. I'm kind of creative, so I can make just about any situation turn out however.

For the first time that she can recall in her life she feels at peace.

"Your an angle, But My me?"

To be honest, I'm not sure. Maybe it is suppose to happen like this. Maybe Jids is telling me that I'm suppose to be with you. There has to be a higher power working here. No one is suppose to see my true form. Where is it we are heading anyway?

Taking a drink of his beer again, tshi time not whincing, he looks around the room for any sign of trouble. Seeing none, he presses the unseen button on his Shoul Dun, causing it to colapse into two pieces, and sets it in his lap.

"No needs for these at the moment."

Starting to get a little warm from all the people jammed into the room, he lowers his face gaurd, and takes a deep breathe

"Ah, much better."

Thinking to himself, "I wonder where that lady with wings went. I believe I've seen her somewhere before."

To be honest, I'm not sure. Maybe it is suppose to happen like this. Maybe Jids is telling me that I'm suppose to be with you. There has to be a higher power working here. No one is suppose to see my true form. Where is it we are heading anyway?

I'm not sure where we are heading from here.

the Trasian cultist looks up from his book to see that some new people have walked in while he was reading. he just stares from behind his pure black mask and keeps reading

Twirling his Shoul Dun in his hands, he looks around again, feeling a little chilly.

"Jade, do you know anything about the person in the corner reading? He has been sitting there for a long time, just reading. Why he would be reading in a bar, I'm unsure of, but it worries me."

Whiptail chimes in. "That is a Trasian. They are an odd people, who seem to be everywhere. It would be best to simply let him read."

"[I'd have to agree with whiptail on this, we Should let him be."

Nodding, he whispers to Whiptail, "People like that give me the creeps. Like they have something to hide."

Putting on his face guard again, he grumbles something about the alcohol starting to make him dizzy.

Whiptail nods. "They often do, but it is not your concern. He will not harm anyone, for that would bring great harm apon him. Simply let him read. If he does anything suspicous, then you may suspect him. Until then, leave him be. I myself hate to be disturbed when I read."

Why would harming anyone bring harm upon him?

"If a weapon is drawn in this establishment, I am sure several of these trigger-happy patrons would dispose of him." Whiptail states plainly.

"Any type of weapon? What if it is mearly a walking stick and he "accidently" hits someone with it? Then what?"

The drinks the has downed are starting to have an unknown affect on him, and he is going in and out of sleep.

"Excuse me, while I step outside."

Stepping outside, Calnux starts to gag. He begins to think the alcohol is a poison to his kind. Lights and colors blend together. He falls into the wet street, and lays there, puking on himself.

Jade sighs "excuse me Whiptall, I better go check up on him, make sure he's ok." She get up from her seat and makes her way to the door.

As soon as she enters the street she can smell a foul order in the air. It doesn't take long until she realizes where it's coming from.

she see's Calnux laying in the street covered in vomit.

"Come on get to your feets, lets get you back inside and cleaned up"

Calnux heard Jade step out into the rain. How long had be been laying there? A few seconds? A few minutes? Hours? It seemed to be so long. Putting his arm around Jade, he began to feel better almost immediatly. Looking Jade in the eyes, he saw comfort, hope, and happiness. He also saw sorrow, pain, and suffering. He began to walk back into the bar, to a back room, and took off his face gaurd, realizing it was covered in vomit. "So the alcohol is a poison to my kind. Remind me of that next time we drink, and yes, there WILL be a next time."

"This being seems to have a high metabolisum. The alchol wasn't in his system for more than a few minutes..." Whiptail mutters to himself as he watches through the broken window in the front of the bar.

Looking past Jade to man in the corner, he again feels cold. For some reason, everytime he looks at that man, he feels cold. His bones shake, and he wants nothing more then to be held as a child. The chill brings back memories he has supressed, and wishes not to resurface.

He notices that Whiptail is standing outside the window, and waves him in. "Fear not Whip. Come on in. You seem a little worried. Did I frighten you?" Calnux lets out a little chuckle.

The Trasian just stares behind his mask, observing each lifeform in the room

"I am simply curious as to what has made you vomit on yourself. You seem like a relatively cultered being." Whiptail seats himself back at the bar.

"I suppose that the contents of the drink are a toxin to Khulers. We aren't a kind to drink harsh beverages. I wanted to try something new. I should have known it was different then anything I've ever tried before."

Calnux sits up, then starts coughing up a think black fluid. Realizing he is puking up his blood, he starts to panic.

"Something isn't right! There is someone in the bar that wishes harm on me!" Scanning around the bar, there is too much movement.

Lowering his head, he says in a low shallow voice, "Jids, for all I value you, allow me the strength to venture through his hostile place, to the resting grounds of my family. For I wish you to protect me, I give anything you wish, so long as I shall remain alive here, as I may get what I want from those that have harmed those I love. In your name I pray, kipo."

"So the alcohol is a poison to my kind. Remind me of that next time we drink, and yes, there WILL be a next time."

Jade chuckles "thats the funny thing, alcohol is a poison to my kind as well. In large quanities. I would such that NEXT time you take it easy.

Next time, I won't drink as much, or I'll drink something else. I think that guy reading the book did it, but that is just me. I don't know. He just gives me the creeps.

Waking from his nap, he looks around for friendly faces. Seening none, he begins to feel cold and lonely, and the memories of his family start to flood his thoughts.

Whiptail snorts, then orders a drink. Instead of water, he orders vodka.

Jade was is by this time feeling a little drunk, decides to follow whip tail lead and order her self a water. she knows she going to be in for a rough morning.

Whiptail sips the vodka, savoring the burning sensation as it slid down his throat. "It is not wise to consume water after drinking a large amount of liquor. You will wind up like your friend, vomiting on himself." He gestures with a claw at the napping wanderer.

OOC: Happened to me one time....

Whiptail sips the vodka, savoring the burning sensation as it slid down his throat. "It is not wise to consume water after drinking a large amount of liquor. You will wind up like your friend, vomiting on himself." He gestures with a claw at the napping wanderer.

OOC: Happened to me one time....

OOC: Wow! One sure can miss a lot when they work and have school and get sick from the stress. I am really happy you all keep it going. I apologise once more for not participating. I will try harder next time. I fear I just can't keep up with all of you. I just need to manage my time. Therefore, I have decided after reading all your posts that I missed that my character, Rashel, just remains silent after she asks the question and gets her response.
IC: Rashel looked over at Whiptail and said,"Actually, water is good for Jade. She had become dehydrated from the alcohol and needs to be rehydrated. Only depending on her tolerance will she throw up or not. Water will not cause that, it is the alcohol poisoning that would do such a thing. I do see how you could confuse it because too much water would lead to edema, but her drinking water would compensate for the alcohol that is dehydrating her and her electrolytes."
She looks over to Jade and says,"Drink up. Water will not posion you, unless you are allergic to it."
She looks over at the wings and looks at her own. Then she speaks,"How could you not know? Wouldn't you have the memory of that body? I have seen it before, but I could be wrong. I just have the "gut" feeling. Besides how many of our kind would be walking around here, plus there is a reason I woke up and am here in the same bar with you, isn't there? I still can't get that feeling out that we know each other or something like that. But I guess if you don't feel it, it must be mistaken. My name is Rashel. I have walked this land millions of years and beyond that. Surely, we would have met along that time?" She cocks her head as if contemplating her words and anticipating what will be said.

Jade stands up from her chair. "Thanks Rashel, anyways I have to go to the bath. I've drank to much, and now i've got to go. Cause and effect."

Jade makes her way to the bathroom. if she can find it.

Waking from his drunken state, Calnux stands and walks to the bar, where Whip is sitting.

"Worried about me old chap? Is that why you stuck around?"

Looking at the bartender....

"Please, would you be so kind as to give me a glass of water, or direct me to the wash room? I need to clean myself up a little."

Looking worried at both of them, "Please, let me assist the both of you. I will help Jade to the bathroom and check to see if she is okay. I shall grab you some and check both of you over. That is if both of you allow it?"
The bartender grunts and points over by the stairs a small dark room.
"I suppose that is the bathroom and I doubt it to be clean."

Jade reaches out for Rashel as she stumbles a bit.
I've had more to drink then I thought.

"Thanks Rashel. I don't think I would have been able to make it"

OOC Ok i was gone all weekend, so can i get a quik fill in? Im too lazy to read the past 3 pages or so... Thanks, and Ill just assume Zephyr is just hanging at a table playing cards again....

OOC: We pretty much just introduced ourself and got drunk.

IC:

"I would greatly appreciate that Rashel. Greatly."

Calnux just lays his head down on the bar.

The Cultist stares with a blank look on his face behind his mask, he thinks to himself that he better not get involved with them

Khadim watched the proceedings with amusement...

Its funny how people make fools of themselves in public... Thank god, I haven't had too much wine, or I'll be acting stupid like them too..

Khadim orders some peanuts from the bartender, in order to counteract the effects of the beer.

Waking from his drunken state, Calnux stands and walks to the bar, where Whip is sitting.

"Worried about me old chap? Is that why you stuck around?"

Looking at the bartender....

"Please, would you be so kind as to give me a glass of water, or direct me to the wash room? I need to clean myself up a little."

Whiptail snorts again. "I have nothing better to do, One-Who-Vomits-On Himself. This is how the humans pass their time, I will imitate them for a time."

Waking from his drunken state, Calnux stands and walks to the bar, where Whip is sitting.

"Worried about me old chap? Is that why you stuck around?"

Looking at the bartender....

"Please, would you be so kind as to give me a glass of water, or direct me to the wash room? I need to clean myself up a little."

Whiptail snorts again. "I have nothing better to do, One-Who-Vomits-On Himself. This is how the humans pass their time, I will imitate them for a time."

Waking from his drunken state, Calnux stands and walks to the bar, where Whip is sitting.

"Worried about me old chap? Is that why you stuck around?"

Looking at the bartender....

"Please, would you be so kind as to give me a glass of water, or direct me to the wash room? I need to clean myself up a little."

Whiptail snorts again. "I have nothing better to do, One-Who-Vomits-On Himself. This is how the humans pass their time, I will imitate them for a time."

Rashel grins at the two drunks. "Please, don't let me get that way." She said laughing towards the bartender. "I don't mind assisting people in need so this is okay." She looks over at Khadim and says with a smirk on her face,"Those peanuts won't counteract the alcohol, only time will sober a person up. The liver and kidneys can only filter so fast and food will not affect that rate."
She looked at Jade and the man laying his head on the countertop. "What makes you want to drink so much? Do you not know your limit?" As she says this she strokes the man's hair following the direction of flow. She had always been compassionate.

Lifting his head up, feeling the head going through his hair, he says,

"No, this is the first time I've had human beer. I didn't know it would have this effect on me. My mother used to do that to my hair. Brings back memories."

Tears start to swell in his eyes, but he holds them back.

"Oh dear, don't do that. There, there. Let it out I guess. Alcohol can bring out emotions I guess. So, you never answered my previous question. Why don't you recognise me and yet I recognise you?" She continued to run her fingers through his hair then she paused with a worried look on her face. She pulled her fingers back and looked at them strangely and they were twitching. She pulled them behind her back and she smiled. She waited for his answer. Whispering to herself,"I hope he doesn't dodge the question again."

Jade had just returned from the bathroom to see the tears fill in Calnux eye's. she put her arm around his shoulder. She was trying to return the favor that Calnux had done for her.

"Memories of the past can be painful can't they. But remember, your not alone anymore."

Looking at Rashel, his eyes still watery, he chokes on the words,

"I've, I've seen you somewhere, but I, I can't think of....where. You seem so fam...familiar. I refuse to let my...my emotions show. It, it's a sign of weakness. Ji....Jids looks down on that."

Turning to look at Jade, he says,

"I know, but I feel so alone. I'm empty inside, but I feel whole when around you two. I'm confused."

Shaking his head, and wiping the tears from his eyes, he orders more water.

Rashel backed away from them. She heard this before, she felt it before. Alone. "Alone like a single bare tree surrounded by miles of white snow. That is how I feel and I will always feel. I suppose I am here to find more of my people, but would you not think I would know if I saw one?" She looked over at them. She smiled. Serenity filled her face and it became bright. She placed her pale hand on his shoulder, "Now, you say you do remember me, what do you remember about me? My history has been lost throughout the many ions. Oral history can go so far and the written was burned by my enemies, that I did not choose to be my, about three centuries ago. Maybe you can tell me." Her face brightened with that thought. Maybe someone really knew her story, she had forgotten it from a curse from an jealous goddess and just knew it was important to what would happen in the near future.

the Cultist looks around the Bar and decides to get another ale.


he walks up to the Bartender


Trasian:one Trasian Ale stops breifly please.


he takes out some credits to pay for the drink

After taking a sip of his water, he looks at Rashel again....

"I'm not sure, but when I see you, I think of the years I spent walking the desert. It was hot, and I was afraid. I was very young. A lady with wings caught me as I passed out, and the next thing I remember was waking up, in her arms, and she told me not to be afraid, that she didn't mean me harm, then I woke up near a pool of water. I just jumped in it, and she started laughing. I was so happy to be able to drink. That lady was so strong, she made me jealous. I wanted to be like her, only a male version. Her and I rested in that oasis for a few days, relaxing and her letting me regain my strength, then she took me to the city Johun. I wanted to stay with her, but she said I couldn't, because I would be in danger. While I had another purpose, she acted as if she cared for me. For those few days we were together, she was like a mother to me. Making sure I was warm at night, and cool in the day. Always making sure I was in good shape, never thirsty. She would give me some of her water so I would be ok. You look so much like her, and she looked so much like my mother. That isn't possible though. My mother died the day they invaded. I think she did at least....."

Trailing off, he takes another drink of his water.

Looking at Rachel, his eyes are once again teary, from the memories of his lost family.

OOC sorry i haven't been active in this one! Time to change that...


IC Zephyr was sitting at the table, close to Rashel, Jade, and Clanux. He was listening in, and heard it all, but tried to hide his evesdroping with playing cards. He knew how alone felt. He never will forget it. But still, he never thought much, just went on instinct.

Rashel listened very quietly to Calnux as he talked, she would lean forward and then pull back. "That is an interesting story, I don't know what to say if I believe it or not. I just don't want all my hope shattered to the ground in a million peices if that is not true. I do know one thing for sure I am not a mom, well, not one biologically. But it does make me wonder."

Look at Rashel, Calnux whispers,

"What do you mean 'not biologically'? I'm a little confused by that. Please, explain."

Jade tries to listne on the conversation but isn't sure if she heard right

"Yeah what do you mean by that?"

it could havejust been all the beer that she's had to drink

OOC: I guess this died?

another Trasian Came into the bar, THIS time it is a TSD Colonel, he walks up to the cultist and the Cultist talks about the Triforce, the colonel sits down and the ytalk more aboutit

ooc: I think that we ran out things to say. I guess we could all go out on and adventure

OOC: I was waiting for Rachel to respond about the whole mother thing.

IC: Looking around to see if anyone is listening in, he says,

"How about we all go for a little jog. Running helps me think, and it's always good to get a little exercise. I was thinking we could run up Mt. Gremond. If you don't want to come, that is fine. We can hang out in this crowded, smelly bar."

Looking at the bartender, he says, "No offense."

"How about it guys? Let's act like children for a change, and have a little fun!"

Zephyr gets up from his card game and goes to the three, "Mind if I join? I've been waitin for some fun."

"I agree, friend Calnux. I have grown thirsty, now we hunt..." Whiptail states, setting his glass down on the bar and sliding it back to the bar tender.

Looking at the new comer, he says,

"Not at all! The more the better!"

OOC: Sorry, I left you hanging. I have a recurrent cold I needed to get rid of and I wanted to sleep. Plus, I had clinical today at 6:30 in the morning. That was over with at noon and I slept until 4. I was doing some homework and wanted a break. My time is sparse. Sorry.

IC: "A run would be good and make all of us happy, assuming all of us have endorphins. To answer your question of being a mother. I am a mother at heart. I feel the need to take care of others if it is needed or wanted. Biologically, meaning no one having my genes with another partners genes. I have not had a infant. I would know, even if my memory is faulty a woman knows her body. I did not mean to confuse you. I only meant to make a simile between my actions and that of a mom. Well, most mothers that is. Does that help any at all? I hope so. If you do have questions feel free to ask. Now, how about that run? Perhaps a race?" Rashel was grinning after that statement.

Jade get up from her seat. She arches her back causing the muscles to stretch. She then reach for her foot pulling it back. She continues this exercise until till she is sure that she's ready to go.

"Ok your on"

Rashel glances over at Jade. With a grin. She brings her arms up in a graceful arc abover her head. She bends over and touches her toes. She takes one step forward and bends her knee, while her other leg goes straight back. She does the same thing with her other leg. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes as she exhales. Rashel says,"Jade, are you sure, I am not human you know? Would it even be fair?"

Cultist:but colonel Strivo, i do not have enough ships for that type of operation



Colonel Strivo:Kyle, the TSD feels that we should increase our escorts on the Convoy's in the LV system, the Pirate problem is getting out of hand.


Kyle (cultist): sighs allright, i shall see what i can send you, but i cannot promise anything, in the meantime let's finish our drinks.

Zephyr looks at them, "A race? Ill try I guess..." 'Where is Kaz when you need that guy...'

Rashel said,"Zephyr, now, that is more my style. You may think you are quick and foxy, but you will be out witted." She begins to giggle. Between laughs,"Haha, or maybe not, hahhaa!"

Clanux sits at the bar laughing his bum off.

"1000 jagged says I can beat you all to the top of the mountian. I've been running this thing for the last 3 years. I'm in the best shape I've ever been in."

Looking at Rachel, "NO FLYING! You got that? I promise not to if you won't."

Holding out his pinky finger in the age old human ceremony known only as "A Pinky Promise."

Laughing again, Calnux mumbles under his breathe, "You all are about to get schooled."

A smile comes across Jades Face

"I'm always up for a challange"

"I dont think I'll win..." He looks as the two 'pinky promise'

"Maybe if my good o'll brother inquisitor buddie Kaz was here, you three could have a flyin' contest." He laughs at the statement, then considers stretching.

Standing still, Calnux starts to go into a Hembra, the Khuler martial arts meditation. Relaxing, and forgetting about everything but the task at hand, he starts to fill light as a feather. Stand still for a few second, and without notice, he is seemingly able to float a few inches above the ground. Opening his eyes and coming out of the Hembra, he immediately drops back to the ground, still feeling light as ever.

Looking around to see if anyone saw him meditating, he shouts,

"Everybody RRRREEEEEEAAAAADDDDDDYYYYYYY!?!??!" as we walks to the door.

"Well, I am going to lose against you guys, but lets go!" Zephyr states while he walks to the door as well.

Rashel stares strangely at her pinky. "Such childish games, but there is innocence in it. Okay, I shall run this race, but I hope there will be no hurt feelings in this little game. I only play for the exercise. It will only increase my strength and endurance." Rashel bgan to head for the door. She steps through the front door out into the open area. She takes a deep breath. Allowing the cool air to strike her lungs. She turns around and watches for the others to come. Her eyes narrowed with a glint of yellow in them.