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"Sorry, kind of in a hurry." He raced to his room and pulled out the case that had once held his sniper rifle, he quickly flicked it open and pulled out the nine extra clips, then rummaged through his bags. Sure enough, there it was. He pulled out an SMG, smaller then the usual standards, but still fit for use. He un folded then folded the stock again and grabbed two clips, he could find more ammo on the way. He went into the bar and saw Martin staring off into the wall. "Guess I owe you an explination, huh?"

Martin frowned at Ed. "Yeah, you could say that."

he sighed. "it'll have to wait. I need to be gone from this place for now."

He stood up and walked through the bar and out the back door.

Ed shrugged then tapped the bar. Grim appearead, shotgun in hand. "Grim, I need you to barricade the door when I leave." Grim laughed. "Was just about to do it myself, good luck out there." Ed turned and headed for the door, pushing it open and stepping back out into the street. When he stepped out onto the main street it looked drastically diffrent, appearently his actions had sparked a riot among the civilians, which turned into armed rebellion against the Imperialists. He shrugged this was the perfect time to get to his target. He pulled out a photo and tapped it. Thought you could hide here being a crime lord, eh? Not gonna happen. He set off for the Governmental building as fast as he could.

Boys and their toys.

*Ju wheeled the snack tray and coffee (and tips from the officers that were kind enough to leave some) into the bar and closed the door.*

Grim, I suspect we'll have some violent visitors soon... you might want to find some cover.

*with that, Ju places a crystal-like sheild and saber behind the bar and sits on a stool... waiting.*

Ed shrugged then tapped the bar. Grim appearead, shotgun in hand. "Grim, I need you to barricade the door when I leave." Grim laughed. "Was just about to do it myself, good luck out there." Ed turned and headed for the door, pushing it open and stepping back out into the street.

I'll get that Grim... you see to the back door and wind... on second thought, I'll take care of the windows also.

*after Ed leaves, Ju reinforces the windows with hardened sugar crystals. then he sits by the door. waiting for the inevitable response.*

Ed turned a corner and found himself face to face with someone from his past. "Cody?" Ed said. "Eddie?" Coyd replied. "Thought you were dead." "Thought you were dead to." Cody laughed. "Faked my death, better then being hounded by the imps for the rest of my life." Ed oooked behind him, several emmebrs of the resitance were obviously under his command. "So you started it, eh?" Said Ed. "What the resistance? Yeah, least I could do to get back at the bastards." Cody shrugged. "Haven't seen any of the other marines in a long time, you know what happened to them? Ed shook his head. "All of them were hunted down and killed by the imps. Far as I know, your the only one left." Cody looked down then back up. "Anything my ragtag fighting force can do for you sir?" Ed laughed. "Haven't heard anything like that in a while, my target is in the governmental palace, i believe he was the one who brought the imperialists to this world. Going to stage an assualt on it, you in?" Cody noded. "You bet, anything to get the bastard that started this mess here." He looked back over his shoulder. "All right, form up and follow Liutenet Harrison, and don't get yourself shot!"

Squorn walked around the corner, heading for Grim's when, for the second time in as many nights, he was surprised to see a large police prescence just outside the tavern. There were two more chalk outlines on the ground.

Quickly walking up to the barroom door, he found that it was blocked from the inside.
What the hell?
Wanting to get inside and away from the eyes of police, he banged hard on the door, glancing nervously over his shoulder.

ooc: First of all, since when has Grim been brave? Second of all, what are soldiers doing on an international transport stop?

ic: Noire made for the tavern through the dark night, running, and ran right into Squorn. "OH, GOD! Sorry, didn't see you there..." she gestured at the seemingly militarial men outside the tavern. "What the fuck are these things doing here? Isn't this an international transport stop? Aren't all militarial figures banned from every country represented in 098?"

Squorn nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Noire! Don't go sneaking up on me like that!"
He took a moment to catch his breath and replied, "Things have just gone to hell the past few days. This Ed person showed up and dead policemen have started piling up outside the tavern. He keeps going on about 'The Imperialists' or something like that. We need to get the word to the governors that some military force is trying to take over here."

Noire nodded, "You should take care of that, I have some work to see to. I'll be around later."
With that she jogged off down the alleyway and disappeared around the corner.

Squorn nodded, "See ya," before turning back to the door.
"Grim!" he shouted, "You open this fucking door! It's gonna be unpleasant if I have to come in through the window."

ooc:UHC/Ed, we need to talk about the directions you're trying to take this thread in. When KJ and I started this place we were not intending it to become an RP of a war. We don't want to completely ignore your contributions, you've obviously got enthusiasm, but we need to discuss plotlines and such.

"He must be hiding in the kitchen," Squorn muttered after a minute or two more of waiting. He moved to a spot where a neon sign and some features on the facade of the Tavern helped hide him from the view of the police and, after removing his boots and socks, tying the laces together and draping them over his neck, he began to climb. It wasn't too difficult, and soon he had arrived at the upstairs window.

He crouched on the sill, holding himself steady with one hand while the other dug through his toolkit for what he needed. Using a very sharp knife, he carefully scored the glass in a small circle, maybe twice the diameter of a circle. After a few times running the blade around the circular groove, he was able to push the small piece in, where it clattered to the floor. Then it was a simple matter of reaching his finger in and unlatching the window, which slid up easily, allowing him inside.

Once in, he found the piece of glass and, going to his toolkit once again, carefully glued it back in place, before closing and relatching the window. Then he allowed himself to make as much noise as he liked, stomping downstairs to berate Grim for failing to let him in.

OOC: All right, I'll start an offshot thread if thats what you want. heres the link.

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=12938664#post12938664

So if any of you want to continue your role outside the bar... your more then welcome to.


IC: (This IC takes place after the thread above, so don't worry about war.)

Ed came back in, bloody, battered and overjoyed. "It worked. They're gone." he sat at the bar and ordered himself a double whiskey, and then held it up in a toast. "To those of you who helped defend this safe haven in a time of crisis!" He took one sip and feel over, whether he was dead or unconcious, no one knew. Grim jumped over the bar immideatly, med kit in hand. "Blimey, he needs a hospital.!" Grim looked at the sad state Eds body was in, several bullet wounds oozed blood, shrapnel stuck out from several places and he had a long gash across his face. "C'mon,does anyone here know anything about medical treatment?!"

OOC: As of now I'm officialy dropping out of this RP.

IC: Grim bent over Eds chest, straining to hear a heartbeat. Not a beat could be heard. Grim sighed and stood up. " He's dead."

ooc: First of all, since when has Grim been brave? Second of all, what are soldiers doing on an international transport stop?wouldn't that be Intergalactic? or Interplanetary? and they could be on R&R :p


IC: Ju woke up and looked outside. the streets were clear and the police, obviously done with their investigation, had left.

"so... will this be business as usual? or Business as Unusual?"

Ju sat down on Noire's couch, reached between the cushions and pulled out her book.

hmm... her tastes have gotten better... He begins to read and in a moment, is back fast asleep.

*As she stepped out of her room, she tipped her head back and sniffed deeply.
There was a distinct smell in the air....sickly and musty...rotten and corrupt...a very familiar smell.*

Someones been killed here, and quite recently too....I want nothing to do with it.

*She continued on through to the bar. Ju was sleeping whilst reading...*

That must be a very interesting book...

*One or two other people were sitting around drinking and talking to each other...*

Discussing whatever the topic of the day is I suppose..

She instinctively picked up a sandwich and nibbled a corner from it.

*Ju stirs*

*he sits up and looks around.*

damn... shouldn't be sleeping now...

*He tucks noire's book back between the cushions and makes his way towards the bar.*

*She smiled as he woke with a start, then almost guiltily came over to the bar.*

Hello.

Hello.
Hello... Orchid right?

sleep well?

Sleep?
Oh...yes thanks.
How long since sleep?
Was your book interesting?

Sleep?
Oh...yes thanks.
How long since sleep?
Was your book interesting?

*shrugs* don't even remember the title.

so I guess not. :p

*She looks around at the few customers who are around, most of them by now worst the wear for drink.*

Did I miss something earlier?
Has something happened?

Did I miss something earlier?
Has something happened?
Rebels clashing with Imperial forces... however, the Provincial gov booted the imps out.

*Cough*

or so I've heard.

*Disapointment clouded her face*

Oh...political stuff...not quite what I thought.

*She lowers her voice to a conspirational tone.*

I thought maybe there were others like us here...

*Disapointment clouded her face*

Oh...political stuff...not quite what I thought.

*She lowers her voice to a conspirational tone.*

I thought maybe there were others like us here...

*Raises an eyebrow and leans in closer.*

Like... us? how so?

*After studying his face for a few seconds, she laughs, but without conviction.*

Humans...you know....

I was almost certain....

*After studying his face for a few seconds, she laughs, but without conviction.*

Humans...you know....


ah, but isn't 'human' a state of... mind? and not body?

*She screw her eyes untill they are only slits and surveys him*

But of course....the mind is a very complex thing, whereas the body is something that is easily changed or discarded....

*She screw her eyes untill they are only slits and surveys him*

But of course....the mind is a very complex thing, whereas the body is something that is easily changed or discarded....

... divided, merged, even copied.

*She smiles with a hint of triumph in her eyes.*

So you do understand...

*She smiles with a hint of triumph in her eyes.*

So you do understand...

*blinks*

Understand what?

*winks*

enjoy your sandwich.

*She looks at the sandwich she is holding with the corner nibbled off, it is beginning to curl up at the edges.*

Yes...it is a very good sandwich...I just don't feel hungry too much at the moment.

I need to go and lay down now...I hope I see you again another time...

*She returns the wink, and disappears back to her room.*

OOC
Time to go....Night....

Sam walked over to Grim.

"Need a hand with that?" She looked down at the body emotionlessly, then at Grim. "Anywhere you want him in particular?"

She paused as she collected her thoughts, then said, "Look. The number of stiffs I've already seen in this joint is a bit... shall we say... excessive? Seems to me you could use someone around to keep an eye on things, toss any trouble out the door before we get to gunplay, knifeplay and beating-people-over-the-fucking-head-with-a-musical-instrument play."

She shrugged. "What d'ya say? If you need someone bounced like a basketball, I'm your gal."

"What d'ya say? If you need someone bounced like a basketball, I'm your gal."
*Ears perk up at that phrase, Ju looks over the woman talking to Grim.*

I wonder... nah, she'll probably kill me...

but I'll probably be laughing all the way to hell!

*Ears perk up at that phrase, Ju looks over the woman talking to Grim.*

I wonder... nah, she'll probably kill me...

but I'll probably be laughing all the way to hell!

Sam glanced over at the fellow behind the bar, whose expression, for a moment, was so comical that she found the corner of her mouth quirking up into -- holy shit, was that an actual SMILE?

She nodded at the bartender, composing her features into the scowl she'd worn all day, but it didn't quite reach her eyes this time.

Bouncer huh?

Niiiice... er... to have a co-worker here...


I'll be over there if you need anything...

Sam nodded, and after a few more words with Grim, proceeded to lift the body over her shoulder in a fireman's carry and head into the kitchen.

A few minutes later, she came back out, and shook Ju's hand. Her hand was slightly cool and damp to the touch, and smelled faintly of soap.

"Name's Sam. Good to meet you."

"Name's Sam. Good to meet you."
Ju...

*looks back at the kitchen door*

while it's really none of my business... a yes or no would suffice...

you didn't just feed that patch of mold growing in the far corner of the kitchen just now... did you?

Ju...

*looks back at the kitchen door*

while it's really none of my business... a yes or no would suffice...

you didn't just feed that patch of mold growing in the far corner of the kitchen just now... did you?

"Mold? No. And no, we're not having meat pies for dinner, either." She leaned in close, and said quietly, "Incinerator."

She tugged her shirt down a little, then went to stand nearish the door, positioning herself so her view of both it and the bar were unobstructed.

"Mold? No. And no, we're not having meat pies for dinner, either." She leaned in close, and said quietly, "Incinerator.".
ahh.. thanks.
Been trying to Ween the mold off of meat products...

well, it's time for me to go. see ya sam.

*Ju wandered downstairs, goes into the kitchen. soon, the smell of fresh baked products waif out the door and fills the building.*

*He lifted his head up, a bit more alert, but in no better a mood and looked around*

"Damn, the place still looks like a dump. I'd better drink again until it starts to look better. Hey, can I get a refill?"

*He straightened his tie and placed the fedora back on his head.*

Steps in from the street.
Hey, is that fresh bread I smell, I could just use some of that right now.

*He lifted his head up, a bit more alert, but in no better a mood and looked around*

"Damn, the place still looks like a dump. I'd better drink again until it starts to look better. Hey, can I get a refill?"

*He straightened his tie and placed the fedora back on his head.**sends a full glass down*

Steps in from the street.
Hey, is that fresh bread I smell, I could just use some of that right now.
err... yeah... sure...

Great. Fresh hunk of bread. Chunk of cheese. Bottle of beer. What could be nicer.
Pulls up chair and sits waiting.
Waves to guy in fedora.
Hey there. You one of the regulars here?

*The man looked at him*

"If by regular you mean 'haven't moved from this table in a week or two', then yes. If you can spare a bit of that bread, your next drink's on me."

Squorn wandered down the alleyway toward Grim's. As he reached the last corner, he stopped and carefully peeked around it. The alley was deserted, no police, no bodies, no nothing. He let out a big sigh of relief and strolled happily the rest of the way and in through the front door.

Settling down in his usual spot at the bar, he ordered a black russian and yawned. It was nice for things to be back to normal.

Settling down in his usual spot at the bar, he ordered a black russian and yawned. It was nice for things to be back to normal.
*A huge black man walks up to Squorn*
"Da comrade? yu vanted sumting?"

*A huge black man walks up to Squorn*
"Da comrade? yu vanted sumting?"
:rolleyes:
I am in stitches.

Now get me my drink. :p:p

:rolleyes:
I am in stitches.

Now get me my drink. :p:p

people nowdays... no sense of humor.

*Serves drinks all around.*

Squorn picked up his drink and sipped it.

"Thanks, and my apologies for underappreciating your comdey."

Martin frowned as he walked down the street towards Grim's. Hopefully things would have calmed down at least a little.

As he approached, he sighed in relief as he saw that everything appeared to be normal.

He entered the door and glanced around the bar. He noticed Squorn sitting and drinking, and a few other characters around and about.

Martin sat down a few seats away from Squorn and ordered a coffee, a scotch, and a sandwich.

Squorn turned his head as someone entered, smiling as he recognized Martin. He waited until Martin had sat down and placed his order before speaking.
"Evening Tumbler."

Squorn picked up his drink and sipped it.

"Thanks, and my apologies for underappreciating your comdey."

De nada... i always wanted to do that gag...

thanks for getting it out of my system.

YO Tumbler!

Squorn turned his head as someone entered, smiling as he recognized Martin. He waited until Martin had sat down and placed his order before speaking.
"Evening Tumbler."

Martin nodded in Squorn's direction, a faint smile on his face.

"Hello, Squorn. how long've you been around here?"

De nada... i always wanted to do that gag...

thanks for getting it out of my system.

YO Tumbler!

Martin grinned at Ju.

"Good evening, my friend. How are you this night?"

"Oh, only a minute or two."

He swirled the liquid in his glass around, contemplating it idly.

"Oh, only a minute or two."

He swirled the liquid in his glass around, contemplating it idly.

"Oh, damn. I've been out of the tavern for some kind--had to lay low, avoid the trouble that seemed to be gravitating here. I was hoping you could fill me in on whats been happening. Either that, or tell he where Ed is, he told me he was going to explain things when I was leaving."

Martin frowned slightly, and twisted his fingers. A mescal worm appeared between them, and he popped it into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully.

"Oh, damn. I've been out of the tavern for some kind--had to lay low, avoid the trouble that seemed to be gravitating here. I was hoping you could fill me in on whats been happening. Either that, or tell he where Ed is, he told me he was going to explain things when I was leaving."

Martin frowned slightly, and twisted his fingers. A mescal worm appeared between them, and he popped it into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully.

Ed's in the kitchen.

Ed's in the kitchen.

Martin raised an eyebrow at Ju. He swallowed.

"That sounds like he's either hurtin' or hidin'...or maybe both. Then again...he might be dead. If he is, Grim's lost his edge, leaving a body in his kitchen. Any chance I could see him (assuming he's alive)?"

Martin frowned and sipped at his coffee, then took a bite out of the sandwich.

"That sounds like he's either hurtin' or hidin'...or maybe both. Then again...he might be dead. If he is, Grim's lost his edge, leaving a body in his kitchen. Any chance I could see him (assuming he's alive)?"

sure... Be right back.

*Ju enters the kitchen and comes back out with a covered pot filled with ashes.*

Don't sneeze.

"What happened, as far as I can tell, is that some lunatic militarist group tried to take control of 098. Those were the one's Ed called the 'Imperialists' I guess. Anyway, the coalition of governments that run this place pushed them out pretty neatly."
He tossed back the rest of his drink.
"It seems like the kind of way Ed would've wanted to go, don't you think?"

"What happened, as far as I can tell, is that some lunatic militarist group tried to take control of 098. Those were the one's Ed called the 'Imperialists' I guess. Anyway, the coalition of governments that run this place pushed them out pretty neatly."
He tossed back the rest of his drink.
"It seems like the kind of way Ed would've wanted to go, don't you think?"

oh, that reminds me. Grim hired someone new. A bouncer. she took care of the clean up. -.o

sure... Be right back.

*Ju enters the kitchen and comes back out with a covered pot filled with ashes.*

Don't sneeze.

Martin's frown deepened, and he seemed genuinely angry.

"That son of a bitch!" he snarled, pounding his fist on the bar.

"He was my only fucking clue!" Martin drained his scotch and signaled for another.

Slowly, the rage welling up in him seemed to die down, and he was composed.

He looked back at Ju. "How'd he die?"

Squorn quirked an eyebrow. While female bouncers weren't unheard of, they certainly were an exception to the norm.
"Oh really? What's your take on her?"

"What happened, as far as I can tell, is that some lunatic militarist group tried to take control of 098. Those were the one's Ed called the 'Imperialists' I guess. Anyway, the coalition of governments that run this place pushed them out pretty neatly."
He tossed back the rest of his drink.
"It seems like the kind of way Ed would've wanted to go, don't you think?"

"Yeah, it probably was, at that."

Martin's frown deepened, and he seemed genuinely angry.

"That son of a bitch!" he snarled, pounding his fist on the bar.

"He was my only fucking clue!"

Slowly, the rage welling up in him seemed to die down, and he was composed.

He looked back at Ju. "How'd he die?"* Ju quickly grabbed the pot before it upended.*

dunno. but it was clean. so I think he was shot. when I last saw him, he had the stink of Iodized air. so he was shooting something/someone. guess they tracked him down and shot back.

Squorn quirked an eyebrow. While female bouncers weren't unheard of, they certainly were an exception to the norm.
"Oh really? What's your take on her?"

Look... but don't touch... unless you can regenerate limbs.

"Sounds like good advice."
Squorn chuckled briefly.

"Well, I had a bit of an early morning and I don't think I could manage much of a late night, so I'll bid you gentlemen good night."

He dug out a few bills and left them on the bar before walking up the stairs and down the hall to his room.

* Ju quickly grabbed the pot before it upended.*

dunno. but it was clean. so I think he was shot. when I last saw him, he had the stink of Iodized air. so he was shooting something/someone. guess they tracked him down and shot back.

"Probably fighting the Imperialists, the fool." Martin shook his head slightly.

"He owed me--and I thought he would be smart enough to realise that what we were planning would've been much more effective than killing some damn Imperialist grunts."

Gem quietly made her way over to the bar and took a seat, then asked for a glass of hot tea.

"Probably fighting the Imperialists, the fool." Martin shook his head slightly.

"He owed me--and I thought he would be smart enough to realise that what we were planning would've been much more effective than killing some damn Imperialist grunts."
sorry, I just got a sudden case of deafness... so I didn't quite hear what you just said.

Night Squorn!

*Ju takes the pot back into the kitchen.*

"Sounds like good advice."
Squorn chuckled briefly.

"Well, I had a bit of an early morning and I don't think I could manage much of a late night, so I'll bid you gentlemen good night."

He dug out a few bills and left them on the bar before walking up the stairs and down the hall to his room.

Martin smiled and gave Squorn a "Good-night" and a nod as he left.

*ju comes out with a cup of hot tea and teapot and sets it down by Gem*
evening.

"Sounds like good advice."
Squorn chuckled briefly.

"Well, I had a bit of an early morning and I don't think I could manage much of a late night, so I'll bid you gentlemen good night."

He dug out a few bills and left them on the bar before walking up the stairs and down the hall to his room.

Martin smiled and gave Squorn a "Good-night" and a nod as he left.


He grinned at Ju's retreating back. He probably had said too much.

Martin turned and watched as a newcomer entered the bar. He waited until she had sat down and ordered, and then approached. "Hello, miss. Have we been introduced? I am Martin."

"thanks, Ju." she turned to the man who walked over and introduced him self," I think so ,but just in case, I'm Gem"


ooc: does ju remember the pbc?

"thanks, Ju." she turned to the man who walked over and introduced him self," I think so ,but just in case, I'm Gem"


ooc: does ju remember the pbc?
OoC: he remembers Raven, Noire, and several others. ;)

IC: Open bar guys. enjoy.

OOC: is there still a need for a bartender?

"thanks, Ju." she turned to the man who walked over and introduced him self," I think so ,but just in case, I'm Gem"


ooc: does ju remember the pbc?

"Ah, of course. Gem, yes, I remember." Martin smiled again. "What brings you amongst us this night, Gem?"

Martin drained the last of his scotch and set it on the table. From behind his back, Martin produced a bottle of the same scotch he had been drinking. He poured a glass and sipped once.

"Ah, of course. Gem, yes, I remember." Martin smiled again. "What brings you amongst us this night, Gem?"

Martin drained the last of his scotch and set it on the table. From behind his back, Martin produced a bottle of the same scotch he had been drinking. He poured a glass and sipped once.

she smiled slightly," not much else to do, good people. what about your self?"

she smiled slightly," not much else to do, good people. what about your self?"


Martin frowned. "Originally, I was looking for a man. Then...well, I made some friends here."

He smiled. "And I certainly hope to make more."

Gem nodded," there seems to be a collection of good people here"

Gem nodded," there seems to be a collection of good people here"

Martin grinned, seeming quite amused.

"I don't know that I would necessarily call them good people. Certainly interesting, and each of them certainly has his or her own agenda. So... good? But then again, what is good?"

Sam stretched. Things seemed quiet enough now... a few people drinking at the bar...

She tensed when the man who called himself Martin the Tumbler pounded on the bar angrily, but soon realized that whatever he might have ON him, he didn't seem ready. Still, she kept an eye and an ear on what was going on near the bar.

She'd had enough messes for one day.

The figure clad all in black strolled down one of Briisan's many back allies as the rain poured down. His hard leather boots impacting the pavement, and the jingle of the coins in his money satchel could be heard echoing off the walls of the buildings around him. As he passed between two more buildings moonlight momentarily highlighted his features:the scar that went down his brow,skipped over his left eye, and finished on his cheeks, the small stubble of hair on his chin, the light brown hair cropped short. His body was cased in a large leather trenchcoat, buttoned up against the cold and on his right shoulder shown an emblem of the Pathfinder Guild. Most people on this side of the galaxy would never have heard of them. This particular bounty hunter had traced a con worth over 200 million scripts to this small city. He needed a place to fit in and build a cover.

As the bounty hunter headed for the street, movement caught the corner of his eye. Quickly reacted, and teh sounds of wrist bones snapping echoed up the ally. Sighing he popped the beggars bones back into place with one deft motion, and left dropped a few coins for the ghastly creature that now cowered from him. He muttered a quick and unfelt appology and head out to the busy streets. Some where his prey was here, and he would be caught soon. But first the bounty hunter needed a place to stay.

Casually he walked up teh street looking into shops and resteraunts trying to look inconspicuous. Finally he came to another side of the city where skyscrapers lined the streets. He wandered a bit more and thats when he saw it. A swinging sign over a door on a small building that read: Grim's Tavern. Quickly he made up his mind, and ducked inside.

The figure clad all in black strolled down one of Briisan's many back allies as the rain poured down. His hard leather boots impacting the pavement, and the jingle of the coins in his money satchel could be heard echoing off the walls of the buildings around him. As he passed between two more buildings moonlight momentarily highlighted his features:the scar that went down his brow,skipped over his left eye, and finished on his cheeks, the small stubble of hair on his chin, the light brown hair cropped short. His body was cased in a large leather trenchcoat, buttoned up against the cold and on his right shoulder shown an emblem of the Pathfinder Guild. Most people on this side of the galaxy would never have heard of them. This particular bounty hunter had traced a con worth over 200 million scripts to this small city. He needed a place to fit in and build a cover.

As the bounty hunter headed for the street, movement caught the corner of his eye. Quickly reacted, and teh sounds of wrist bones snapping echoed up the ally. Sighing he popped the beggars bones back into place with one deft motion, and left dropped a few coins for the ghastly creature that now cowered from him. He muttered a quick and unfelt appology and head out to the busy streets. Some where his prey was here, and he would be caught soon. But first the bounty hunter needed a place to stay.

Casually he walked up teh street looking into shops and resteraunts trying to look inconspicuous. Finally he came to another side of the city where skyscrapers lined the streets. He wandered a bit more and thats when he saw it. A swinging sign over a door on a small building that read: Grim's Tavern. Quickly he made up his mind, and ducked inside.

Martin glanced quizzically over at this newcomer, dressed all in black. The man saw him, so he smiled slightly and made a welcoming gesture.

"Hello, and welcome to Grim's Tavern." He said, his voice rolling and seeming too loud in the near-empty bar. "I am Martin the Tumbler, at your service."

At first the bounty hunter's hand dropped unnoticably to the weapon inside his coat, the polish amber handle of his pistol reasuring him by his pressence. But quickly he shook off his conditioned responses and nodded politely to the man. "Dishnati" replied, a simple greeting from his home planet, "You may call me,... Draconis"

At first the bounty hunter's hand dropped unnoticably to the weapon inside his coat, the polish amber handle of his pistol reasuring him by his pressence. But quickly he shook off his conditioned responses and nodded politely to the man. "Dishnati" replied, a simple greeting from his home planet, "You may call me,... Draconis"

Martin gazed interestedly at this man. "Hello, Draconis. What brings you to this place at this time? Oh, and by the way, the bartender is asleep and old Grim is gone right now, but I know where everything is," said Martin as he vaulted lightly over the bar.

"So, can I get you anything?"

Draconis browsed, the selections as he made small talk. "Just wandering trying find my place in the universe really, i saw the sign and ducked in to get out of the rain. as for a drink, i think ill go with tequila and cola."

Draconis browsed, the selections as he made small talk. "Just wandering trying find my place in the universe really, i saw the sign and ducked in to get out of the rain. as for a drink, i think ill go with tequila and cola."

Martin smiled. "So many of us are around here." And if that's your real story, I'm the queen of France.

He mixed the drink and placed it in front of the man before hopping back over the bar. Martin grabbed his glass and drained it, pouring more.


"So where are you from, then?"

Draconis smiled slightly. He knew could tell from this mans cunning speach he didnt buy his story for a moment. But they were probably used to people like that here. Politely he answered "Drishnia 5, small human settlement towards the outer rim, about half a parasec from the horse head nebula." He smiled again and thoughtI dont think i've even been there...

Draconis smiled slightly. He knew could tell from this mans cunning speach he didnt buy his story for a moment. But they were probably used to people like that here. Politely he answered "Drishnia 5, small human settlement towards the outer rim, about half a parasec from the horse head nebula." He smiled again and thoughtI dont think i've even been there...

"And you hope to find yourself on this little trading outpost? Well, you'll certainly find other people. And some very interesting people they are, at least around here." Martin smiled and sipped at his whisky.

OOC: off to bed yall be back tomorrow

Jaaneeb slid his way into the tavern, stepping over litter and drunks. The noise from the idle banter in the bar drowned out his thoughts. "This place is too active for me" He said to himself. He rounded himself and began to head back to the entrance, when a tiny voice caught his ear.

"Why are you leaving?" The voice questioned "The night is young, and you have just arrived here"

He turned quickly to catch sight of a young, human woman. She was beautiful for a human. Honey coloured skin, coal black hair, and a face that radiated seduction.

"Come, have a seat" she said motioning to the empty seat across the table.

Reluctantly, the quiet Albersine made his way to the table. Being the typical Albersine, Jaaneeb got quite the stare from people every where he traveled.
Dark green in skin colour, towering well above most humans, his people were nicknamed 'tree people'. As innocent as the term may seem, it was one that caused much hate in this Albersine's heart.

He neared the table, but then stopped. The echo of a snicker rang loud in his ears.
"Hay tree man!" a drunk mocked "Innit time fer ya to 'leaf'?" This comment sent the corner of drunks into a fit of hysterical laughter. Their laughs rumbled loud in the small tavern. His anger rumbled louder in his heart. A shrill, straight from the pits of hades, escaped his lips as he lunged towards the intoxicated fools.

The barkeep sighed and thought to herself, as she pushed the security bell "This is going to be a long night".

A long night it was, indeed...


(OOC: My first ever attempt at RPing. sorry if it sucked :p)

Sounds of the tavern had picked up some, but not much. Some drunks were making a rable at one corner, of the tavern, and had seemed to be gawking to rather tall Albersine sitting at a table at the end of the bar. Suddenly one of the drunks had called out and Draconis inhaled sharply. Albersines never did like being called trees. The mans green skin had turned a rather darkshade, and Draconis could clearly see violence in the future.

He nodded to the Man named Martin and said right before finishing his drink in one sip. "It seems i'm about to meet one right now." He then turned just intime to grab the Albersine by the front of his shirt as he lept by, stopping him in his tracks, and pulling him around.

"Let it go son, he's just a drunken fool, its not worth someone getting killed over. Sit down and let me buy you a drink."

"Hay tree man!" a drunk mocked "Innit time fer ya to 'leaf'?" This comment sent the corner of drunks into a fit of hysterical laughter. Their laughs rumbled loud in the small tavern. His anger rumbled louder in his heart. A shrill, straight from the pits of hades, escaped his lips as he lunged towards the intoxicated fools.

Samantha moved, and with surprising grace, she slid between the tall green man and the table full of fools. She didn't seem particularly worried about the relative differences in height as she placed herself and put a hand -- lightly but firmly-- on the bar. Hope he hasn't lost it completely yet, else this gets messy.

"Is there a problem?" she growled, glaring at the table of revelers.

Squorn walked in through the front door, walking across the room with long, slow strides. On the way to the bar, he neatly sidestepped a drunk who was attempting, unsuccessfully, to rise from his chair. Smiling very slightly at the loud thud the man's body made as it struck the floor, Squorn resumed his stride and turned to survey the damage as he reached the bar.

After a minute or two, Squorn tired of watching the drunk struggle toward the door. He turned away with a sigh.

"Ice water, if you please Grim."

He took a long drink from the frosty glass and set it down on the bar, looking over the room again for anything of interest.

*Ju walked in and looked around.*

figures... take the day off and it gets busy...

*wanders over to the couch and sits down.*

*She stands in the doorway looking at the clientele.
It seems some kind of argument is happening between a couple of drunks in one corner, and it some woman is standing between another pair nearer to the bar.
Another person standing beside the bar drinking something cold who is also person watching, sends twinges into the depths of her memory...but her whole being made her look towards the couch.
The person Ju was sitting half asleep.*

I won't disturb him.
I'm almost certain that guy at the bar is another of them.

*She slips into a seat behind the door, hoping not to be seen.*

*Ju sets up a dartboard on one of the unused walls and begins tossing crystaline daggers at them. he tosses four, two from the right, two from the left, then he retreves them and goes back to tossing them again.*

*looks at the knife-thrower*

"Remind me not to cross that guy. I need another drink. Hey bartender! Can I get another vodka? And hurry it up, I've got a ways to go before I get to unconscious."

*looks at the knife-thrower*

"Remind me not to cross that guy. I need another drink. Hey bartender! Can I get another vodka? And hurry it up, I've got a ways to go before I get to unconscious."

*makes a last throw then turns towards the bar.*

Sure, why not.

*pours a glass of vodka and slides it down towards the requester.*

Draconis looked around apprehensively and noticed his Pathfind Guild insignia was showing. Cassually, he fastened teh strap of leather on his jacket that covered it. There was a matching strap on teh otherside taht didnt cover everything. its sole purpose was to blend teh otehr strap in.

Quietly he nodded to the bartender "'nother tequila good sir."

*makes a last throw then turns towards the bar.*

Sure, why not.

*pours a glass of vodka and slides it down towards the requester.*

"Thanks. another couple of weeks of this, and I ought to be good and insensate." *drinks a large gulp*

"nother tequila good sir."
sure.

*places a glass infront of the stranger and leans in close.*

You know... you can alway take off the jacket...

sure.

*places a glass infront of the stranger and leans in close.*

You know... you can alway take off the jacket...

Draconis, smiled politely, and spoke softly, "I could, i could even hang it on that coat rack over there, but the question is 'keep, is how long it would stay on that hook."

Draconis, smiled politely, and spoke softly, "I could, i could even hang it on that coat rack over there, but the question is 'keep, is how long it would stay on that hook."

*glances at the bouncer, looks over at the dart board with the 4 daggers stuck on it. Looks over at the dangerious looking regulars.*

frankly... I'd say as long as you leave it there. but I was more inclined to think that folding it and keeping it on your lap will keep the curious away.

Draconis glanced over his shoulder, noting a couple of drunks eyeing him suspiciously, and noting a small girl hiding near the door. Gently he traced his finger along the Bulletproof lining of the jacket. "I think ill leave it on, unless thats a problem?"

"I think ill leave it on, unless thats a problem?"
nope, not for me. but then, I'm not the one trying to hide patches with straps.

*Ju moves away to take care of some other patrons as they begin shouting out their orders.*

Draconis snorted ammused as the bartenter walked away, and he removed the strap from his gun holster, I'm not the one who works in this piece of shit tavern

Martin the Tumbler strolled into the bar, glancing casually around. It seemed unusually busy. He sat at the bar and looked around again, nodding to those he knew.

"I wonder, Ju, if you could brew me up some clues. Or, alternatively, just a whiskey would be nice."

Martin the Tumbler strolled into the bar, glancing casually around. It seemed unusually busy. He sat at the bar and looked around again, nodding to those he knew.

"I wonder, Ju, if you could brew me up some clues. Or, alternatively, just a whiskey would be nice."

Draconis nodded to Martin as he walked by before cracking a kink in his neck, the mattress he had slept on was thin, old, and falling a part, naturally he was kind of stiff

Draconis nodded to Martin as he walked by before cracking a kink in his neck, the mattress he had slept on was thin, old, and falling a part, naturally he was kind of stiff

Martin looked down the bar at Draconis. He smiled openly.


"Hello Draconis. What a pleasure it is to run into you once again!"

"I wonder, Ju, if you could brew me up some clues. Or, alternatively, just a whiskey would be nice."
well, it wasn't prof. plum in the conservatory with the candlestick...

*Ju slides down a glass of whiskey.*

well, it wasn't prof. plum in the conservatory with the candlestick...

*Ju slides down a glass of whiskey.*

Martin chuckled slightly. "No, I shouldn't think it was." Martin drained the drink in one go and signaled for another. "Thanks, and keep them coming."

"Thanks, and keep them coming."

*Ju eyes Martin. he sighs then pulls out a full, unopened bottle of whiskey and thunks it down infront of Martin.*

Bad night?

Squorn walked in through the front door and was mildly, but pleasantly surprised to find the barroom mostly full. He'd become accustomed over the past few days, to quiet evenings, with most of the chairs in the room lying empty.

He walked up to the bar smiling slightly.
"Evening Martin, Ju," he nodded to each one in turn, "I'll have rum if you please."

*Ju eyes Martin. he sighs then pulls out a full, unopened bottle of whiskey and thunks it down infront of Martin.*

Bad night?

"Bad night? A bad week." Martin grimaced and drank deeply from his glass.

"A week of searching, and I'm no closer to my goal than I was when I started. And I keep having little...incidents... that leave me a little bit weary."

Martin finished off his whiskey and reached for the bottle. The sleeve of his shirt pulled back a little from his wrist and a thick, bloodstained bandage was visible for a moment. Then the sleeve dropped back into place as Martin drew the bottle towards him. He opened it easily and filled his glass to the brim.

Squorn walked in through the front door and was mildly, but pleasantly surprised to find the barroom mostly full. He'd become accustomed over the past few days, to quiet evenings, with most of the chairs in the room lying empty.

He walked up to the bar smiling slightly.
"Evening Martin, Ju," he nodded to each one in turn, "I'll have rum if you please."

Martin glanced at squorn as he approached. ""Hello Squorn. How are you this night?"

Martin looked down the bar at Draconis. He smiled openly.


"Hello Draconis. What a pleasure it is to run into you once again!"

Draconis watched concerned as Martin started tossing back the drinks. He slipped Ju a few coins, and then said to Martin, "drink up on me."

"I'm just fine thanks, certainly glad of the company."

Squorn turned to the other man sitting at the bar. He was clad all in black and had a nasty looking scar down the left side of his face. With features as distinctive as that, Squorn was quite sure that he'd never seen this man before. He nodded cordially and spoke.
"Evening to you too sir."

Draconis watched concerned as Martin started tossing back the drinks. He slipped Ju a few coins, and then said to Martin, "drink up on me."

martin smiled gratefully. "Thank you, friend. So, you decided to stick around here for a while? Think you'll be finding yourself in this little pub?"

Martin chuckled, amused.

"I'm just fine thanks, certainly glad of the company."

Squorn turned to the other man sitting at the bar. He was clad all in black and had a nasty looking scar down the left side of his face. With features as distinctive as that, Squorn was quite sure that he'd never seen this man before. He nodded cordially and spoke.
"Evening to you too sir."

"Yeah, it does seem rather unusually crowded tonight, doesn't it? Old Grim must be pleased--raking in the cash, I'd guess."

"I'm just fine thanks, certainly glad of the company."

Squorn turned to the other man sitting at the bar. He was clad all in black and had a nasty looking scar down the left side of his face. With features as distinctive as that, Squorn was quite sure that he'd never seen this man before. He nodded cordially and spoke.
"Evening to you too sir."


Draconis nodded to the man, "evenin" He looked around the room once more sizing up the location. It would make a suitable base of operations as he searched for his prey. She was here somewhere on this planet, and he was going to catch her, she must pay for the death of his cousin

"Yeah, it does seem rather unusually crowded tonight, doesn't it? Old Grim must be pleased--raking in the cash, I'd guess."



Draconis laughed "well if you keep drinking off my tab he might be able to close early... another shot of tequila Ju?"

Draconis laughed "well if you keep drinking off my tab he might be able to close early... another shot of tequila Ju?"

Martin sighed and looked at the whiskey bottle, turning it this way and that in his hands.

"Yeah, I suppose I have been hitting it rather hard. Well, what else is there to do but drink when one faces a dead end?"

"Well folks, I think I'll catch a bit of sleep. 'Night, all."

* he returned to his corner table, pulled out his chair, sat down, put his crumpled fedora over his face, and fell asleep*

"You wouldn't know it by looking at him," Squorn grinned widely at Martin, "I don't think I've ever seen that old grouch smile."

He then turned back to the other man as he replied, almost smiling at the quick response. A man of few words it seems. While he let his outward smile slowly fade, inwardly, has was certainly grinning. He noted the man's roving eyes and added it to the mental file he'd already started putting together. He's not just some bar patron, he's here for a reason.

Squorn raised his glass to the man down the bar, "I'm Squorn, it's nice to meet you mister. . . ."

"You wouldn't know it by looking at him," Squorn grinned widely at Martin, "I don't think I've ever seen that old grouch smile."

He then turned back to the other man as he replied, almost smiling at the quick response. A man of few words it seems. While he let his outward smile slowly fade, inwardly, has was certainly grinning. He noted the man's roving eyes and added it to the mental file he'd already started putting together. He's not just some bar patron, he's here for a reason.

Squorn raised his glass to the man down the bar, "I'm Squorn, it's nice to meet you mister. . . ."

Draconis was about to reply when a gruff voice sounded right behind him. "Your in my favorite stool asshole" Draconis spun around to meet the gaze of an obviously drunken man, large and strong with a broad chest and a tall gaze, who was apparently looking for a fight. "Well you'll just have to sit somewhere else for tonight. Sorry for the inconvinience" He said smuggley before spinning back around.

Martin smiled appreciatively at Squorn's crack about Grim.


He turned to look at Draconis, and saaw another man behind him, apparently looking for trouble. He frowned. Draconis seemed to be able to take care of himself, but...Martin's hand fell unobtrusively to his side, out of sight to everyone but Squorn and Draconis, and a knife appeared in his fingers. After all, it would be rude not to help the man who had paid for his drinks.

Martin smiled appreciatively at Squorn's crack about Grim.


He turned to look at Draconis, and saaw another man behind him, apparently looking for trouble. He frowned. Draconis seemed to be able to take care of himself, but...Martin's hand fell unobtrusively to his side, out of sight to everyone but Squorn and Draconis, and a knife appeared in his fingers. After all, it would be rude not to help the man who had paid for his drinks.

"YOU'LL BE MOVING NOW" The drunk slammed his hand down on Draconis's shoulder,... which was the wrong thing to do... Faster than could be seen, Draconis hand moved swifty up to his should grabbing the drunks and he twisted roughly shattering all the bones in the drunks hand, and then he twisted in teh other direction, shatter his elbow and knocking him to his knees. The drunks yell of anger quickly turned to yell of pain. Draconis looked down on the man who was now cowering away from him, with contempt. He turned around again, "Refill barkeep" But then the drunk pulled along curved knife. "EAT THIS YOU BASTARD!"

Squorn tensed up a little bit as the drunk approached, but he judged that the man sitting at the bar was perfectly capable of taking care of himself. He also noted Martin discretely reaching for his knife, and decided that it wasn't necessary to involve himself in the inevitable altercation. Instead, he turned his barstool to face the action and watched, with a wry expression on his face.

He smiled at the expert way that the man had taken the drunk down, but saw the drunk fumbling in his coat as he seemed to cower down. Squorn's hand was in and out of his coat in the blink of an eye, with a long dagger held in a loose grip.

He stood quickly, taking a throwing stance with the knife held up above his head, and spoke loudly, over the bar's background noise.
"Put that away."

"YOU'LL BE MOVING NOW" The drunk slammed his hand down on Draconis's shoulder,... which was the wrong thing to do... Faster than could be seen, Draconis hand moved swifty up to his should grabbing the drunks and he twisted roughly shattering all the bones in the drunks hand, and then he twisted in teh other direction, shatter his elbow and knocking him to his knees. The drunks yell of anger quickly turned to yell of pain. Draconis looked down on the man who was now cowering away from him, with contempt. He turned around again, "Refill barkeep" But then the drunk pulled along curved knife. "EAT THIS YOU BASTARD!"

Martin moved as the man pulled a knife. he jumped off his stool, sailing through the air towards the other man. Martin's free hand reached out and grabbed the other man's dagger and the knife Martin held in his other hand plunged into the man's breast. Then Martin collided with the man and they both went down. However, no sooner had the body hit the floor than Martin was back on his feet, brushing himself off slightly. His knife had already vanished.

He placed a few bills on the bar. as Grim came out, attracted by the commotion.

"Sorry about the mess. I trust you can take care of the body?"

Grim nodded sourly and began dragging the body into the kitchen. Martin returned to his seat and sipped at his drink calmly.

Squorn shook his head and sat back down, quickly replacing his knife inside his jacket.
"I wish you hadn't done that Martin. You should have just done him in the shoulder. He might've learned from his mistakes tonight if we'd let him live through them."

He sighed and settled back down with his glass of rum.

Draconis smiled and bought Martin another drink. "Preciate it... but wasnt completly neccesarry" he brought his hand out from under his coat and lay the silver plated glock 9mm semiauto on the bar top. "He wouldnt have gotten within 6 feet of me"

Squorn shook his head and sat back down, quickly replacing his knife inside his jacket.
"I wish you hadn't done that Martin. You should have just done him in the shoulder. He might've learned from his mistakes tonight if we'd let him live through them."

He sighed and settled back down with his glass of rum.

Martin looked blankly at Squorn. "Oh? I suppose so..."

He frowned slightly. "Personally, I think he deserved to die...just like every other intelligent being I've ever met."

Draconis smiled and bought Martin another drink. "Preciate it... but wasnt completly neccesarry" he brought his hand out from under his coat and lay the silver plated glock 9mm semiauto on the bar top. "He wouldnt have gotten within 6 feet of me"

Martin grinned. "Of course, my friend. I figured you weren't totally helpless, especially after that little number you did on his arm. However, I cannot sit idly by and let such a generous man die (or at least be attacked by someone who has apparently cracked). It would be...impolite."

Squorn arched an eyebrow at that, and made a little mental note to himself.
"Intelligent life," he began, "is the rarest commodity in the universe, and should never be destroyed unecessarily. Plenty of people probably deserve to die and live, but a lot of people also deserve to live, but they die anyway. Until I can give life to those who deserve it, I don't think I'll be so quick to deal out death."

Kriege walked into the tavern quietly his eyes roving around taking in the sights he straightened his suit and pushed his gogle sunglasses uphis noes hiding his eyes

"Personally, I think he deserved to die...just like every other intelligent being I've ever met."

well, if ever you want to tango...

*ju replied calmly behind the bar.*

However, I do wish the death toll stops. the incinerator may get rid of the body, it doesn't get rid of the chemical traces, nor does the smell do anything to enhance the place.

Kriege sat in a chair in a corner He smirked and watched the goings on. he kicked his feet up on the table and watched

Squorn arched an eyebrow at that, and made a little mental note to himself.
"Intelligent life," he began, "is the rarest commodity in the universe, and should never be destroyed unecessarily. Plenty of people probably deserve to die and live, but a lot of people also deserve to live, but they die anyway. Until I can give life to those who deserve it, I don't think I'll be so quick to deal out death."

Draconis nodded to squorn "tolkien, 1955, very good year... those are some good words to ponder, but here are some other good words,... For the flowers to grow tall and beautiful the garden must occasionally be weeded."

Squorn arched an eyebrow at that, and made a little mental note to himself.
"Intelligent life," he began, "is the rarest commodity in the universe, and should never be destroyed unecessarily. Plenty of people probably deserve to die and live, but a lot of people also deserve to live, but they die anyway. Until I can give life to those who deserve it, I don't think I'll be so quick to deal out death."

"I wouldn't know about that...so-called intelligent life has always seemed plentiful wherever I go. And yet so very few beings can truly think. So few of them realize how powerful they are. they are senseless, and stupid, so involved in their own personal conflicts, never stopping to think..I hate them. I almost cannot bear to look at them."

Martin grimaced, aware that he was drunk and rambling slightly...and probably revealing a little more about his personal worldview than he should.

well, if ever you want to tango...

*ju replied calmly behind the bar.*

However, I do wish the death toll stops. the incinerator may get rid of the body, it doesn't get rid of the chemical traces, nor does the smell do anything to enhance the place.


Martin grinned at the bartender. "You know, some day I may take you up on that, Ju...but I can't afford to die right now. I've got some unfinished business to attend to. However, I will make you this promise--I will kill no one else in this establishment unless failing to do so will lead to my death."

Draconis raised himself off teh stool "anyway gents... im off to get a room, and off to sleep, so i leave you with this,... i would have moved without complaint,... but the way he asked was....rude." with that draconis slipped a key of the rack and signed for it and headed upstairs.

OOC: Later yall gotta work in teh AM

Sam shook her head from the other side of the bar near the green-skinned man.

"What the fuck is it with y chromosomes and this place," she grumbled.

Draconis nodded to squorn "tolkien, 1955, very good year... those are some good words to ponder, but here are some other good words,... For the flowers to grow tall and beautiful the garden must occasionally be weeded."

ooc: Even that poor drunk may yet have had a part to play. XD:D

ic:
"Maybe so, but in this case I was willing to give the, ah, plant, in question a bit more time before deciding whether to pull it or not. Judging people by their drunk selves leads to misconceptions."
He smiled a twisted little smile.
"For instance, if we were to judge our friend Martin here by his drunk self we'd have to consider him an antisocial, world-hating, homicidal maniac, and probably kill him to keep him from killing everyone he meets."
He gave Martin a gentle nudge in the shoulder.
"However, I'm willing to give him the benefit of the doubt for the time being."

Martin grinned at the bartender. "You know, some day I may take you up on that, Ju...but I can't afford to die right now. I've got some unfinished business to attend to. However, I will make you this promise--I will kill no one else in this establishment unless failing to do so will lead to my death."

... I would rather you endevor to take it outside... but I'll take what I can get. -.o

Kriege drew a large knife and began to sharpen it

ooc: Even that poor drunk may yet have had a part to play. XD:D

ic:
"Maybe so, but in this case I was willing to give the, ah, plant, in question a bit more time before deciding whether to pull it or not. Judging people by their drunk selves leads to misconceptions."
He smiled a twisted little smile.
"For instance, if we were to judge our friend Martin here by his drunk self we'd have to consider him an antisocial, world-hating, homicidal maniac, and probably kill him to keep him from killing everyone he meets."
He gave Martin a gentle nudge in the shoulder.
"However, I'm willing to give him the benefit of the doubt for the time being."


Martin grinned widely in relief. Well, at least he doesn't appear to think I'm serious...

He began to laugh. "I appreciate it, Squorn. However, no fear from me on that account. If nothing else, killing everyone I meet would be so tiresome. It would take absolutely forever."


Martin nodded goodnight at Draconis as he left. "Thank you for the drinks. I hope we shall meet again."

Sam shook her head from the other side of the bar near the green-skinned man.

"What the fuck is it with y chromosomes and this place," she grumbled.

its the atmosphere and the beautiful scenery.

*ju gives a jaunty wink to the tavern's new bouncer.*

after testing its sharpness Krieg began to carve a sephiroth sieg harkonnem in the table

its the atmosphere and the beautiful scenery.

*ju gives a jaunty wink to the tavern's new bouncer.*

Martin followed Ju's gaze and eyed the woman for a moment. Another one to put on the list of people not to fuck with around here.

He frowned slightly, wondering who she was...and then turned back to his drink, his brow creased slightly in thought.

Squorn continued his wry smile, "Yes, I'm sure you'd eventually run out of interesting methods of murder and get very bored with the idea."

He took a drink of his rum and yawned suddenly.
"Excuse me. I think your new rule for such things is a good one though, it's the one I live by myself, with the exception that there are also a very few people whose lives I would kill to preserve."

Kriege drew a large knife and began to sharpen it

Samantha's eyes narrowed, and she walked across the room purposefully, stopping out of arm's reach of the man in the corner stroking his knife.

"I'm going to have to ask you to put that away," she said firmly.

Samantha's eyes narrowed, and she walked across the room purposefully, stopping out of arm's reach of the man in the corner stroking his knife.

"I'm going to have to ask you to put that away," she said firmly.

"What?" Krieg stops carving. "I havent done anything other then vandalize this table"

Samantha's eyes narrowed, and she walked across the room purposefully, stopping out of arm's reach of the man in the corner stroking his knife.

"I'm going to have to ask you to put that away," she said firmly.

*Ju leaned back against the bar and kept an eye on Sam and the stranger. his arms folded across his chest yet his palms almost flat... as if consealing something.*

Squorn continued his wry smile, "Yes, I'm sure you'd eventually run out of interesting methods of murder and get very bored with the idea."

He took a drink of his rum and yawned suddenly.
"Excuse me. I think your new rule for such things is a good one though, it's the one I live by myself, with the exception that there are also a very few people whose lives I would kill to preserve."

The Tumbler smiled. "Yes, it would become a bore after some time. Particularly if I hope to have any time to do anything else--I simply could not afford to spend the hours necessary to ensure each individuals slow and agonizing death. Or even their quick and humorous death."

Martin frowned slightly. "Perhaps I should have added in a clause to the effect that I would kill in defense of another...oh well, too late now. I have, after all, given my word."


He watched with interest as the woman approached the new guy carving into a table. He turned to Ju quizzically when it became apparent that the woman was telling the man to stop. "What, does she work here or something?"

"What, does she work here or something?"yep... bouncer.

She's good. she's even better than I am.

Krieg Yawned and cuntinued is carving

yep... bouncer.

She's good. she's even better than I am.

Martin looked slightly impressed. "Ah. I see. Bouncer, eh? Well, then, I'll just keep out of her way then, shall I?" He laughed nervously.

yep... bouncer.

She's good. she's even better than I am.

"Ah," Squorn nodded to himself and smiled very slightly.
"I can see what you meant by look but don't touch Ju. Good advice indeeed."

Krieg finshed his carving and grinned

"What?" Krieg stops carving. "I havent done anything other then vandalize this table"

"Well, let's see: it's not your table. And frankly, there's been enough trouble in here without people walking in here looking to start more."

She kept her eyes on him, her knees slightly flexed.

Shelby strolled into the tavern slowly. Her boots cluttered on the dusty wooden floor. Stopping to take everyone in she popped her gum loudly. Taking all the regulars in from under the peak of her old battered stetson.

"Well, let's see: it's not your table. And frankly, there's been enough trouble in here without people walking in here looking to start more."

She kept her eyes on him, her knees slightly flexed.


"ok ms I will stup if it makes you happy" he sheathed the knife "And I want trying to start trouble mearly ad character to this table." he grined at her

Shelby strolled into the tavern slowly. Her boots cluttered on the dusty wooden floor. Stopping to take everyone in she popped her gum loudly. Taking all the regulars in from under the peak of her old battered stetson.*Ju smiles a welcome, his arms still folded.*
Take a seat Ms. be with you in a sec.

Krieg Leaned back in his chair un concernedly

"ok ms I will stup if it makes you happy" he sheathed the knife "And I want trying to start trouble mearly ad character to this table." he grined at her

"We'll add the cost of it to your bill." Fucking children, she thought, keeping an eye on him as she moved away from the table, never giving him her back.

martin glanced over casually as a young woman entered the bar. He caught her eye for a moment and quirked his lips into a slight smile before turning his attention back to the encounter at the other table. He'd see about this new patron after the conclusion of the current conflict.

*Ju tossed two weighted objects into the trash can and goes to where the newcomer sat.*

Sorry about that... sometimes some customers need extra attention. anything I can get for you Ms?

"We'll add the cost of it to your bill." Fucking children, she thought, keeping an eye on him as she moved away from the table, never giving him her back.

Krieg shook his head humans...nosense of humor he laughed then pulled a deck of cards out of his pocket and began to shuffel them

Martin frowned slightly as he realized that there wasn't likely to be any bloodshed. He seemed almost disappointed. He turned around and once again saw the girl who had entered a moment before. He smiled broadly at her, exposing his perfect white teeth. However, he didn't approach her. Not yet, at any rate.

No point trying to engage her in conversation until she has at least ordered a drink and settled in a bit.

Sam moved over to the bar and leaned back against it, her eyes scanning the room.

She waited until Ju was close by and not in the middle of something, and said to him very quietly, "Our friend there just bought a table."

'bottle of corona' she ordered quietly.
Glancing at the bartender suspiciously.

Kriegs shufling techniques became more and more itnracate

'bottle of corona' she ordered quietly.
Glancing at the bartender suspiciously.

Krieg flicked a card in her dirrection it landed infront of her face up. it was a queen of hearts.

'bottle of corona' she ordered quietly.
Glancing at the bartender suspiciously.Yes ma'am.

*Ju heads over to the bar to get her bottle.*

"Our friend there just bought a table."
I'll give you the bill to hand to him. Have fun.

*Ju puts a bottle infront of Sam as he makes his way back to the newcomer.*

Here you go. name's Junii by the way, friends call me Ju.

Glancing down at the queen of hearts, she took it with her to the nearest table to use as a bar mat. shelby looked ju over and then once satisfied with what she saw, smiled.

OOC: How old is Ju?

Glancing down at the queen of hearts, she took it with her to the nearest table to use as a bar mat. shelby looked ju over and then once satisfied with what she saw, smiled.

OOC: How old is Ju?
ooc: Mid 30's.

IC: *Ju writes up the bill, including the cost of the table, and places it infront of Sam to be delivered to Krieg.*

Krieg sighed and returned to his shuffeling little put out

shelby raised her eye brow quizacally in kreig's direction, crossed her long slender legs and took a long swig of beer.

krieg began to build a house of cards

Sam walks back to the table, keeping her eyes on Krieg's shuffling, and put the bill down without comment. She then headed toward the door... again, not showing her back to him.

Sam walks back to the table, keeping her eyes on Krieg's shuffling, and put the bill down without comment. She then headed toward the door... again, not showing her back to him.

Krieg sighed and shredded the billI hate paper trails he drew sevral large notes of currency and deposited them on the bar in payment for the table. he sat back at the tablee

Martin grinned, watching the antics of the newest arrival. He brought his drink to his lips to hide his grin and turned back to the bar, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

She watches him out the corner of her eye. At the vital moment, just as he begins to place the top card on the stack shelby pops her gum as loud as possible, with the intention to startle and ruin his game.

Krieg sighed and shredded the billI hate paper trails he drew sevral large notes of currency and deposited them on the bar in payment for the table. he sat back at the tablee

Thanks.

*Ju collects the bills and places them in the till.*

Krieg jumped knocking the cards allover the tavern his hand had reched for a rifle that wasnt there and droped to the ground in a way that combat could only teach you. he lay there a moment befor realizing that there had been no gunshot. he stood up. no longer grinning no longer looking happy his eyes looked dead as he began to clean up the cards spread around the tavern. "sorry about that." he mumbled to everyone in the tavern

shelby stood, ignoring the interuption by krieg, and sauntered over to the juke box in the corner. wiggling her arse, as she took a quarter out her skirt pocket she selected a tune from the dusty machine.

Krieg sat dully in his chair he wasnt as embaresed as one might have thought. his eyes were glazed as memories of lost friends swam through his head. he rememberd the smell of war the achrid smell f burnt flesh and cordite. the metalic taste of blood in your mouth and the constant dread of your last moments alive. he shuddered trying to push those thoughts out of his head. its over the war is over but deep down he couldnt bring himself to believe it.

Krieg walked over to the bar and grabbed a bottle of the strongest liqor he could find and downed a sot

Martin frowned as he watched the man who had been carving the table. He acted like an old soldier, and maybe one who'd seen a little too much of the horror of war.

He sipped deeply from his whiskey, and refilled the glass. the bottle was two-thirds finished by now, and Martin's eyes were glassy.

Krieg walked over to the bar and grabbed a bottle of the strongest liqor he could find and downed a sot

Martin looked at the man, allowing a slight look of sympathy to play across his face.

"You look like you've had a rough time. The drink is on me tonight, friend."

Martin looked at the man, allowing a slight look of sympathy to play across his face.

"You look like you've had a rough time. The drink is on me tonight, friend."

Kriegs eyes hardened slightly at the look of sympathy but when he spoke his voice was respectful and calm, ''Its allright you dont need to trouble yourself.''

looking round at the group of strangers shelby jiggled back to the bar to see about a room for the night. 'half-cut has-been's that need a life injection' shelby muttered under her breath, 'maybe they need some entertaining?'.

looking round at the group of strangers shelby jiggled back to the bar to see about a room for the night. 'half-cut has-been's that need a life injection' shelby muttered under her breath, 'maybe they need some entertaining?'.

Krieg snorted at her comment

looking round at the group of strangers shelby jiggled back to the bar to see about a room for the night. 'half-cut has-been's that need a life injection' shelby muttered under her breath, 'maybe they need some entertaining?'.

Martin turned towards her, his eyes glinting slightly. He smiled, amused.

"Hello, miss. I am Martin the Tumbler, and it is truly a pleasure to meet you."


He turned to the other man. "I'd be more than happy to, but if you insist..." He drank from his glass.

"I don't think I caught your name, Mr...."

Martin turned towards her, his eyes glinting slightly. He smiled, amused.

"Hello, miss. I am Martin the Tumbler, and it is truly a pleasure to meet you."


He turned to the other man. "I'd be more than happy to, but if you insist..." He drank from his glass.

"I don't think I caught your name, Mr...."

"Krieg. Vincent Krieg." krieg downed another shot of liqor

"Krieg. Vincent Krieg." krieg downed another shot of liqor

"It is an honor to meet you, Mr. Krieg. I am Martin the Tumbler." Martin smiled friendlily at the man and proffered his hand.

'any request's soilder?' shelby questioned krieg in her southern drool. 'i do a good rendition of the national anthem' she said with a cheeky wink.

A pleasure to make your aquaintance." Krieg shook the hand offered

'or u martin?, shall i sing u a little meldoy? shelby replyed in greeting

A pleasure to make your aquaintance." Krieg shook the hand offered

Martin smiled again. "So, what brings you round this place, Krieg?"

He glanced at the woman, and he frowned slightly, wondering about her.

The anthem of which nation, I wonder...

'any request's soilder?' shelby questioned krieg in her southern drool. 'i do a good rendition of the national anthem' she said with a cheeky wink.

"Oh?well lets Can you do the Marine Hym?" he asked

'or u martin?, shall i sing u a little meldoy? shelby replyed in greeting

"A singer, then? A rare talent in these parts. Allow me to buy you a drink." Martin smiled a bright sunshine smile at the woman.

Martin smiled again. "So, what brings you round this place, Krieg?"

He glanced at the woman, and he frowned slightly, wondering about her.

The anthem of which nation, I wonder...

"RandR been looking foward to some leave since I got back to main side finaly getting some time off." he stopped drinking the liqor. "Its been a long time since I havent had to carrie a rifle every where."

taking a deep breath shelby started, determined to make an impression. 'From the halls of Montezuma To the shores of Tripoli,

We fight our countrys battles In the air, on land, and sea,

First to fight for right and freedom , And to keep our honor clean...' is this correct? shelby asked innocently, 'daddy was a marine'.

"RandR been looking foward to some leave since I got back to main side finaly getting some time off." he stopped drinking the liqor. "Its been a long time since I havent had to carrie a rifle every where."

"Been a soldier long, then?"

taking a deep breath shelby started, determined to make an impression. 'From the halls of Montezuma To the shores of Tripoli,

We fight our countrys battles In the air, on land, and sea,

First to fight for right and freedom , And to keep our honor clean...' is this correct? shelby asked innocently, 'daddy was a marine'.

He sat in stuned silence then began to applaud


ooc: did you look that up or did you know that cause I am impressed if you knew that

"Been a soldier long, then?"

"Marine Actualy." he smiled "there is a bit of a diffrence."

slightly warming to martins friendlyness, shelby grinned at the compliment,
'i'll have another bottle then...cheers'.

OOC: we did a cheeky looking up on google

taking a deep breath shelby started, determined to make an impression. 'From the halls of Montezuma To the shores of Tripoli,

We fight our countrys battles In the air, on land, and sea,

First to fight for right and freedom , And to keep our honor clean...' is this correct? shelby asked innocently, 'daddy was a marine'.

Martin frowned as heard the song.

Not anything I've ever heard...then again, I suppose it shouldn't surprise me, considering I just left the Domain of the Master half a dozen years ago. Not nearly enough time to familiarize myself with the military songs of every planet.

Martin didn't recognize any of the names either, but once again, he was unsurprised.

"Marine Actualy." he smiled "there is a bit of a diffrence."

"Indeed. My mistake, and apologies for the lapse. Unforgivable, I know...should've known as soon as you requested that song. So I assume you are a career military man, then?" Martin sipped from his glass and frowned at the bottle. It seemed emptier than he remembered...


He grinned at the young lady and ordered her drink. While he waited for it to arrive, he sipped his whiskey again and looked her up and down.


"You don't look like you are from around these parts. Where do you hail form?"

OOC: we did a cheeky looking up on google

ooc still impresed you looked it up. it took three drill instructers to beat that into me but I rembedr it

OOC: Martin what form is your character.

Krieg smiled at shelby. "You sing very well."

'down south...I've been around here and there, wherever the wind takes me'
it was a vague answer, she said looking almost through him.

OOC: Martin what form is your character.

OOC: A description? He is human. in his mid to late 20's with long brown hair in a ponytail, glasses, and a long, thin face. He is of average height, and rather skinny. Really good teeth.

Krieg (http://www.figurines-cine.com/catalog/images/ne393082.jpg) sighed an went back to his drink

'down south...I've been around here and there, wherever the wind takes me'
it was a vague answer, she said looking almost through him.

Martin smiled. "Ah, a traveler, rather like myself. Always on the move, seeking..."

Her drink arrived, and Martin poured the last of the whiskey from the bottle into the glass.

He raised his glass. "A toast! To a loyal soldier, and to a beautiful singer!" Without further ado, Martin drained his glass and set it on the bar.

Shelby simply smiled at Krieg
'thank you' she said quietly as she took a swig of her beer.

OOC: thanks for the description. :fluffle:

Krieg Raised the bottle of whisky and downed the whole thing

Shelby simply smiled at Krieg
'thank you' she said quietly as she took a swig of her beer.

OOC: thanks for the description. :fluffle:

"your welcome." he looked at the empty bottle

"your welcome." he looked at the empty bottle

Martin smiled slightly and snatched the empty bottle from Kreig. He made a few passes over the bottle with his free hand, and it disappeared. Martin hummed slightly to himself for a moment and then made another few passes in front of him, this time with both hands. The he pounded the bar in front of him, and the whiskey bottle was sitting, full, near his hand. He slid it towards Krieg wordlessly.

'Who do I have to see about getting a room around here?' she enquired.

krieg walked over to the juke box and tuned to Stronger (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MvTAt20eedU&mode=related&search=). then sat back down

Martin smiled slightly and snatched the empty bottle from Kreig. He made a few passes over the bottle with his free hand, and it disappeared. Martin hummed slightly to himself for a moment and then made another few passes in front of him, this time with both hands. The he pounded the bar in front of him, and the whiskey bottle was sitting, full, near his hand. He slid it towards Kreig wordlessly.

Krieg raised an eyebrow. "Nice parlor trick" he drank another long draft from the bottle.

'Who do I have to see about getting a room around here?' she enquired.

"No one. Just sign your name on the clipboard next to an untaken room, and pick up the key," said Martin, waving towards the stairs and the rack of keys next to the clipboard.

'Who do I have to see about getting a room around here?' she enquired.

Krieg tossed her a key. 'here I am not staying here over night so you need it mire then I.'

Krieg raised an eyebrow. "Nice parlor trick" he drank another long draft from the bottle.

Martin smiled. "Thanks. Just don't tell old Grim I did that, or he'll throw me out of here for undercutting his business." He chuckled slightly.

Martin smiled. "Thanks. Just don't tell old Grim I did that, or he'll throw me out of here for undercutting his business." He chuckled slightly.

"Did what?" he sipped the whisky

'cheers..'Shelby said.
'Does this place do food?' she asked, feeling her stomach rumble.
'Neat party trick' she said in Martins direction.

"Did what?" he sipped the whisky

Martin grinned, but his eyes were half-closed, and his breathing had become slightly heavier. He yawned. "Thanks. Now, however, I think I need to catch some shut-eye. Goodnight, Mr. Krieg. It was a pleasure to meet you." Martin turned to the young singer.

"And you as well, miss...I don't think I caught your name, actually..."

Krieg stepped into the kitchen the sound of cutting and sizziling acompanied by the smell of stir fried steak filtered out to the main part of the tavern

Martin grinned, but his eyes were half-closed, and his breathing had become slightly heavier. He yawned. "Thanks. Now, however, I think I need to catch some shut-eye. Goodnight, Mr. Krieg. It was a pleasure to meet you." Martin turned to the young singer.

"And you as well, miss...I don't think I caught your name, actually..."

"Well enjoy the rack time." he called from the kitchen

'call me Shelby...' she said to Martin, she then tipped her hat to him and went to pull up a stool at the bar.

'call me Shelby...' she said to Martin, she then tipped her hat to him and went to pull up a stool at the bar.

"May good luck accompany you in all your endeavors, Shelby. And now, goodnight." Martin got up and walked slowly up the stairs to his room, stumbling slightly.

krieg walked back in he had stir fried steak a tossed salad and some oranges. he set them infront of her.

'smells delicious' shelby sniffed appreciatively and tucked in. after practically licking the bowl she tucked an orange into her bag, and stood up wondering which direction her room was in.

"your room is top of the stairs third on the right"

'thanks, its nice when strangers become friends' she smiled coyly.as she turned and seductively walked up the stairs.

he watched her go and wished he hadent given her both keys

Shelby opened the room and settled herself in for a much needed rest, leaving the door slightly ajar.

Krieg walked up and passed the dor he paused and began to pull it shut.

Just as he went to shut the door, she bundled out in her bed gown which consisted of little material.
'Do you know where the restroom is?' she asked, rubbing her head and eyes.

"er there should be one in your room"

OOC: we are off now....2am.....very tired girls....speak soon xxxx :fluffle:

ooc: ciao

Shelby stumbled back into her room and fell asleep.

Maria drove the old Camaro up the Highway and saw the dim lights of Grims standing out like rabbit eyes in headlights. She arrived and dumped her bags and knocked on the door.

Krieg opened the door for her "Good evening"