Seventh Heaven Bar - Main Room
You enter the bar known as '7th Heaven'. This place doesn't exactly match it's
name, unless you're reeeeaally drunk, or really strange. This isn't the kind of
place the average fisherman will go to after a hard days work for a drink, pass
out in, and stay at. It's simply a bar, and a shadey one at that.
The place isn't the largest drinking establishment. There's just about
enough room with the three round tables, chairs set about them, and the bar to
be comfortable. The tables have about five chairs a piece set about them. The
tables are rather sturdy, made from thick wood, and can take a bar fight or
two. Even the occasional smack with a sword. And they look to have gone through
just that...maybe more then once. They're set apart by about 2 yards, leaving
plenty of room for drunken idiots to go stumbling between without crashing into
sword wielding maniacs trying to have a peacefull drink. n.n The lightning in
the room is rather ominous. The steady throbing of the lanters and candles
leave the corners of well shadowed, and sketch stretches of darkness in bars
and blots over the walls and ground. Glowing nicely, they also shead an
illuminating light on...
....the bar! Ah. The bar. A well polished wooden bar for which to lean
apon, spill drinks, and fall unconscious on. It's usually cleared, save for the
spare lantern or bottle being worked away at. There are about five high stools
placed evenly around the bar, strong, thick legged wooden ones. Across the bar,
perhaps more interesting then the rest of the room, are rack apon rack of
*booze*. Yes, just about anything a drunkard or potential drunkard, or sailor
on leave could ever dream or want, without the woman. Tan bottles...green
bottles...clear bottles...dark bottles...even glowing bottles..? Wow. What a
selection. They stretch clear to the roof. Why, there's enough booze here to
suply .../alot/ of people! Pretty typical for such a place. One wouldn't want
to run out of it when you have such charming customers.
[Exits : (O)ut, and (B)ack Room ]
[Players : Vincent, and Tifa ]
[Things : None ]
>Cloud walks in silently. Not too often you see a traditional mercenary in a
port town. "..."
>Tifa looks up from her position behind the bar, cleaning out a glass with a
clean..ish..towel. She sets both down, and bustles over on assuming her duties,
her skirt flowing around her legs magesticly to the table Vincent
assumed,"Welcome ^^ Can I get you anything?"
>l tifa
Tifa
Deep, tuscan red eyes and a bright, cheerfull smile greet your observation.
These eyes and trademark smile belong to none other than the lovely Tifa
Lockheart. The delicate features of her face appear to be cast from a fine
procilan. Large eyes, small, upturned nose and soft pink lips declare her
femininity but something about her gives her a slight tomboyishness. Her waist
length, dark umber hair only adds to her girlishness. Her stature is small, yet
her figure is womanly and well developed. Slender shoulders give way to well
toned arms and ample bossom which tapers into a small waist then gently flares
to curved hips, and long gracefull legs. She moves with confidence and purpose
with a hint of agility that suggests she may be more then she appears.
Today Tifa is dressed in an ellegant, yet simple dress. The type of
outfit you see on barmaids, wenches and the like. A none-too modest greyish
blue blouse she wears on top, with short sleaves ending mid upper arm. It
droops off both her shoulders, leaving them exposed along with her sensual neck
line, and droops down even further, yet is worn rather tightly around her chest
area. Probably because it'd be difficult to find something that would fit
that..size. Or, perhaps it's to bring more attention to her bosom, which is
almost pooring out of the front of the blouse. The top rim of the piece of
cothing is rimmed by soft, not to frilly white ruffles that make their way
around the whole thing. More a wavey turned down rim, then 'ruffles', really.
clio..Clinging to her lithe form, and swaying to and fro about her hips as she
walks is a soft blue skirt. It's slit up the side, showing a good amount of a
curvey calve, and smooth thigh on her left leg.
She wears a pair of modest, faded blue slippers that aren't anything
suited for running, traveling, combat, or anything else but bar-life. Cute, but
impractical.
Carrying:
>Vincent looks over from his vantage point in the back of the room and sees
Cloud.... o O (Ah him again...) he doesn't even look to Tifa and states flatly,
"Ale." He seems clearly preoccupied.
>Cloud seats himself at the bar proper, slouching forward. Maybe he shouldn't
carry that huge claymore strapped to his back. Regardless, he waits for the
barmaid to finish what she's doing before he orders.
>Tifa nods curtly, looking up to the mercenary as he steps in, first looking to
judge if he'll be the type who wants to be left alone, or the type who'll want
to be greated and boozed.
>Cloud is the type who wants to be left alone and boozed
>Tifa swoops over to the bar to retreive a mug, and question the
Cloud-merc,"...What would you like?"
>Cloud looks up at Tifa, opening his mouth to speak, but pausing, as if trying
to remember something. "...?"
>Tifa pikus, her busy hands slowing to a hover. She re-examines the man's face,
almost having to squint. o O ( Wait.. is that..? )
>Tifa says, "(OOC) We do know each other, ne? c.c;"
>Cloud (OOC) has no idea n.n; Are we keeping the Nibelheim part more or
less intact?
>Tifa says, "(OOC) Hai. u.u"
>Cloud (OOC) Okay, then yes. But we haven't met in years, then n.n;
>Vincent (OOC) nods. All you guys want. Only the parts with me have been neatly
'omitted'. ^_- I was optional anyway!
>Cloud blinks, and shakes his head. He says, quietly, "... Just some mead."
>Vincent watches the Mercenary but then his attention is suddenly grabbed by the
girl with him...He watches Cloud's reaction to her and narrows his eyes as he
watches to two...He averts his eyes... o O (You're seeing things...stop it...)
>Tifa collects another mug, drifting towards the taps under the counter, and
filling each drink up respectively, blinking some to herself.. when shestnads
back up, she speaks in that soft, questioning voice,"...Cloud...?"
>Cloud opens his eyes wide, as comprehension starts to sink in. "...T...?"
Suddenly he clenches his teeth, as a cold sweat covers his features. He bows
his head, resting it in his right hand.
>Vincent's attention is suddenly siezed again as he watches the unfolding events
. o O (God's Blood! This girl as well?) Still he says nothing.
>Tifa looks on, confused, but concerned at the reaction...she retreives one of
the mugs, the one with ale in it, and sets the one with mead on the counter
infront of the greiving man. Almost whispering,"...Are you alright...?"
>Cloud holds that position for several seconds, although it seems much longer.
His arm trembles as the muscles tense. But, shortly, the seizure (if that's
what it was) passes, and he looks up. "... Tifa?"
>Vincent continues to watch, amusement is not the word for it, his jaw muscle
ticks as he grinds his teeth...No. The Red is not happy.
>Tifa's carring amber eyes softly gaze on him, reflecting the lighting of the
room...she gives a reassuring little smile, and nods,"..Stay here for a
moment..". Moving to the side, and around the bar, she makes her way over to
Vincent with the ale in hand, and gracefully sets the mug down on the table,"If
you need anything else, sir, just ask." Giving a curtsey,she turns to walk back
to the bar..
>Cloud breathes in, and out slowly . o O ( ..............................? )
>Vincent looks to the woman. His crimson eyes reflecting a slight anger. Only
for a moment though and turns away.
>Tifa glances back over her shoulder briefly..then does indeed go back to the
bar, and Cloud. o O ( Uhoh.. )
>Cloud takes the mug of ale that Tifa has set down prior, and takes a long
drink. "..."
>Tifa . o O ( I should ask the madam to go talk with Vincent. u.u Maybe the two
could hit it off..she's so lonely now adays..*sigh* )
>Cloud (OOC) chokes on his ale ^^;
>Vincent (OOC) GYAKS! AwwwwwwwwwYUCK!
>Tifa (OOC) can't resist ;_; I have such a weak will.
>Cloud (OOC) You're sadistic O_o
>Tifa positions herself oposite from Cloud on the other side of the
bar..perhaps..in a way, showing her hesitation by puting that between them. But
as conselation, she leans over on her elbows and crossed arms..and finds
herself a bit off on how to begin, or what to say. What CAN she say?
>Vincent bristles as he watches the two not even bothering with his ale. His
gloved hand tightens into a fist as the sound of leather on leather resounds in
the air around him. He grinds his teeth again and his brow furrows. Still he
just watches...Still saying nothing...
>Cloud lets the silence reign for a few moe minutes... it gives him time to
think. Eventually, he speaks up again, repeating his earlier question, "...
Tifa?"
>Cloud (OOC) Don't grind your teeth so much Vinnie, you'll wear 'em down ;P
>Vincent (OOC) thhhhhbts! ;P
>Tifa smiles a small, secret smile, one she reserves for old friends,"..Yes,
it's me, Cloud.. is it really you..? W..how are you doing..?"
>Tifa says, "(OOC) But..then he wouldn't have those..kawaii canines, I love so
much to stroke ;.;"
>Cloud replies, rather akwardly, "... I... haven't seen you in years..."
>Cloud (OOC) Just as long as that's ALL you're stroking o_=;
>Vincent (OOC) whistles innocently....9.9 o/~
>Vincent exclaims, "(OOC) Kidding!"
>Tifa (OOC) keeps one hand under the table o.o
>Tifa's eyebrows crease together, like two cute baby catapillars kissing,"..A
long time.. you look... healthy..^^;"
>Cloud does, actually, aside from that psychosis thing. He replies, maintaining
the lack of any actual content in the conversation, "... You... look good as
well, Tifa."
>Tifa smiles softly, supportively, then carefully queeries,"..What've you been
doing?"
>Vincent crosses his arms and just watches. He growls under his breath
muttering curses in a long forgotten language. Nope. He's not happy. Nope.
Nope.
>Cloud (OOC) o/~ Vinnie's jealous... Vinnie's jealous...
>Vincent exclaims, "(OOC) Am not!"
>Tifa keeps her voice down low, her locks of rich chocolaty hair falling down
over her shoulders...is it Vincent's imagination, or does it look like she's
getting closer to him? Oh, the gaul! right infront of you! She saw that look
before, and knows! She must be TRYING to get your sea-goat! o.o Oh, the black
widow that is 'woman'...
>...or maybe not...
>Cloud shakes his. "... Traveling." . o O ( What HAVE I been doing...? )
>Tifa ahs, noding her head softly, guessing he doesn't want to elaborate on it
much..she wont push him further then what makes him comfortable, after all, she
just met an ooold friend. You don't go interogating reuinions right off,"What
are you doing here..? Work?"
>Cloud exhales. "... Looking for work."
>Tifa smiles more,"..So you're going to be staying for a while?"
>Cloud nods, slowly. "... Assuming I can find work."
>Vincent taptaps his fingers impatiently as if he's watching a play that he
doesn't nescessarily care for the plot. . o O (---Plus the drunkard makes
three...How many more are there?! This is not good.)
>Tifa leans back from Cloud, trying to think of ways to help...that concerned
look...could she be worried? Afraid? Maybe she needs Vincent to save her! To
swoop her up, and rescue her from being yet another victem of the 'cloud love
machine'..! To save her from a life of monotony ;_; Aw, look at those wide,
inoccent, caring baby red eyes...that sweety, lovely voice...those delicate,
slim, femine fingers that couldn't harm a throat,"Maybe..", she starts,"..I
think I heard something about someone needing some help, around here.."
>Cloud, being the cold fish that he is at this point, doesn't seem to notice
Tifa's mental acrobatics. Perhaps it's best that he can't read minds, eh? He
watches Tifa, his cold (... are they glowing? Must be your imagination) blue
eyes focusing on her. "... Oh?"
>Cloud (OOC) ... Cloud love machine? O_o I'll have to remember that one.
>Tifa (OOC) hehe's ^_^
>Vincent says, "(OOC) Would you prefer "Cloud the Death Machine?""
>Cloud (OOC) hmms 9.9 No, 'love machine' works
>Tifa exclaims, "(OOC) As aposed to.. Vincent 'the beasty ride that never tires'
.. Valentine!"
>Vincent exclaims, "(OOC) WHAT?! O.O!!!"
>Tifa (OOC) *o.o* "I promised never to ...sorry ;.;"
>Vincent says, "(OOC) It's okay kid. ^_^"
>Cloud (OOC) .... ;_; Tifa? Why hast thou forsaken me? Besides, Vinnie's no
good in bed c.c *has obviously looked at WAY too much yaoi FF7 manga
today*
>Tifa (OOC) gleeps o.o "...You mean..you two...?"
>Cloud (OOC) thinks we should go back IC before we get lost in this bottomless
tangent n.n
>Vincent (OOC) looks down --no-- AWAY..."I plead the fifth!" 9.9
>Tifa (OOC) bites her lip, tears streaming down her cheeks,"Vincent..first you
kiss Sephiroth, now..? ;.; you're just moving up the ranks, aren't you?!"
>Vincent (OOC) BLINKS?! "Tifaaaaaaa! I told you to never bring that up! What if
the Seph here finds out! >.> o.o <.<"
>Tifa's own eyes become locked onto Clouds, helplessly, like a timid dear
staring down the headlights of a semi,"..H..hai..". o O ( What's wrong with his
eyes..? It must be the light.. or maybe he tried the Mam's secret drinks.. )
"..I'm almost sure. You should be able to find work. ^^"
>Cloud (OOC) He already knows @_@ *eerie background music*
>Tifa (OOC) quiets o.o
>Vincent (OOC) gulps. o.o;;;
>Cloud replies, after a pause, "... I'm sure there's work, somewhere around
here."
>Vincent lets out a slow breath, tapping his fingers. He grins at Cloud's words
. o O (It would almost be too easy....)
>Tifa bites her lower lip for a moment.."..Cloud..wait..well..if ...I think the
Madam is looking for some help, if I put in a good word for you..?"
>Cloud (OOC) ...... O_O
>Vincent nods to himself or is it more towards Tifa? . o O (Yes. Keep him here.
>)
>Vincent says, "(OOC) You can shave her legs. >)"
>Cloud nods to Tifa. "... That probably shouldn't be necessary. You don't need
to do anything extra for me."
>Tifa shakes her head,"Extra, for you, Cloud..? I.. well.. maybe you two could
just meet, and talk about it..?" . o O ( Poor thing..such a fragile
ego..*sigh*, men.)
>Cloud pauses, but nods to Tifa. "..."
>Tifa smiles at Cloud ^^ Then goes out back to drudge sewage and change bed pans.
>Tifa (OOC) waves!
>*Coughcoughblushbwahaha*
>Tifa has disconnected.
>Cloud says, ".... .... ...."
>Vincent says, "........................................................"
>Cloud (OOC) swats Vincent. That's MY line!
>Vincent (OOC) sniffsniffs! "But Cloud-chan!" ;.;
>Cloud (OOC) Don't 'Cloud-chan' ME! Two-timing on me with SEPHIROTH!?
>Vincent (OOC) YEEKS!!! O.O!!! "That was long ago and far away! It isn't even
the same one! I was-----confused...alone...And the Cloud we had was being a
dick to Tifa! -.-"
>Cloud (OOC) tap taps his foot =_=
>Cloud reaches down, picking up the ale again. Tifa didn't even ask to be
paid... how unusual. He takes a long swig. "..."
>Vincent (OOC) sighs..u.u..."Okay okay! I've done Yaoi...ONCE mind you! And
never again! I'm a changed ----err---person! (What the heck am I? DNAly
Screwed?)"
>Cloud (OOC) settles on 'thingy'
>Vincent says, "(OOC) Too phallic."
>Cloud (OOC) swats Vincent. "Like that'd stop you, you yaoi" ;P
>Vincent just watches saying nothing untill he decides to do his own work for a
change. (Hey his crew's not surrounding him as usual and he's unarmed either
he's really cocky or really stupid) He stands and approaches Cloud standing
behind him, "Where do you hail from, Lad?" He asks almost reagally.
>Vincent (OOC) notes he doesn't look that much older than you either.
>Cloud doesn't turn to face Vincent, even as the man breathes down his collar.
He stays silent a moment... you almost think he's mocking you... but eventually
responds, "... I don't recall."
>Vincent hmms and nods once. "A man without a past...I've met many...." He
seems to drift into a moment of nostalgia before coming to sit at the bar and
adding, "What a better way to start over..Find your way...Don't you agree?" He
watches you as if trying to place your face although knowing full well he's
never seen it.
>Cloud doesn't even seem to give Vincent a second glance. Or a first one, for
that matter. "... Perhaps."
>Vincent turns his back to the bar and rests his elbows on the counter. He
crooks his head and casts a sideways glance to you, "The wench called you
Cloud. Odd name." he declares, " Tell me was your family Fae-Believeing or
God-Fearing?" It's an odd question for a total stranger to ask. Christianity
is everywhere...You could get burned for that! No one believes! Do they?
>Cloud looks at Vincent out of the corner of his eye. At least you managed to
get some recognition. He replies, in his own sweet time, "... Cloud Strife. And
I don't care much for faith of any sort..." Hmm. Glad there's no priest around.
>Vincent blinks? and chuckles. "We live in a faithless world. Everyone turns
their backs on thier beliefs someday. Everyone." He seems to be speaking from
experience. Ohhhh that preist would be burning the town by now...
>Cloud takes a swig of his ale. "..." When he removes the cup from his lips, he
asks in an even tone, "... An unusual question."
>Vincent smirks, "You think so?" He says nothing more but yet he seems rather
amused now. He watches you curiously.
>Cloud doesn't seem amused. Or angry. Or happy. He eventually responds, "... In
a fashion."
>Vincent shakes his head, "But what's it matter now. I don't believe in
Faerietales...nor this 'God' they try to force on us now...You however...Have
piqued my interest. A sort of stranger in a strange land....You seem to have
found an associate here....Tell me...does she not know where's she's from?"
Unlike Tifa he has no problems pressing issues.
>Cloud takes his sweet time in replying. "... We've met, before. As for where
she's from... you would have to ask her."
>Ryoko has arrived.
>Cloud sits at the bar, Vincent standing behind him, and almost literally
breathing down his neck.
>l ryo
Ryoko
Sharp of tongue, firm of bod, and her reputation alone could break
half the bones in your body. The Pirate Witch Ryoko is infamous for her
habit of wiping out small island communities without mercy, as well as
looting temples, ruins, and points of historic significance. The very
fact that she's here means you should probably kiss your church
goodbye, and make your peace with God while you're at it. But she is as
beautiful as she is evil. Her luxerious cyan hair grows in a bunch of
curved blades. Her luminous yellow eyes are those of a predator, with
slitted pupils.... and they're aimed right at you. Her lip curls into
an evil smirk, showing some pretty sharp fangs. You feel your forehead
break a cold sweat...
Her costume offers some comfort for the doomed, as she tends to dress
like a lady of the evening. Say so to her face and die horribly.
Neverminding a blouse or dress, the top portion of her outfit is a red
satin corset whose laces fight to hold her busom in some manner of
decency and appear to be on the losing side. Each wrist bears a skin-
tight gold bracer with a single ruby stud on the palm side. Dangling
from her hips is a semi-transparent red dress that's got slits on the
sides that go all the way to the waistband, showing quite a bit of
thigh. Thankfully, underneath she wears a red silk undergarment, but
even that is in the indecent 'bikini' style that's popular in the
tropical islands in the distant seas. Overall the casual observer would
be stunned at how good she looks, and she moves like she knows full
well the effects it has on others.
Her more noticable jewelry is her earrings. About six small gold rings
are pierced into the lobe of her left ear, while a walnut-sized silver
skull with ruby eyes dangles from a short silver chain on her right. A
red silk choker fits around her neck, fastened with a smooth red ruby
identical to the ones on her wrists.
Carrying:
>Ryoko slips on in, casually throwing someone out of thier seat just because she
likes doing things like that. c.c;
>Vincent looks over to Ryoko, "Ah hello there! I see your gaining popularity..."
He says about the wanted poster outside.
>Ryoko blinks, and takes her now empty chair over to Vincent's table, "Gaining?
Hell no, reclaiming is more along the proper lines. >;)"
>Cloud keeps the look of blandness on his face, even in front of the
scantily-clad maiden. Sheesh, guy must be an ice sculpture or something.
>Ryoko says, "Won't be long before the bounty hunters start showing up. u.u;"
>Cloud takes a sip of his ale. "..." Don't give him any ideas.
>Vincent looks back to Cloud and nods silently before turning back to Ryoko and
joining the Sea Witch. He grins, "Reclaiming? Dear lady, you're time has
passed. There's even more Brigands showing up to take our place. Well I
commend you for fighting to keep what's rightfully ours." He seems rather free
with that 'ours' word. "I wouldn't worry about the hunters they can stop you."
can't even
>Ryoko's eyebrows twitch, "My time has past? Ours?" She frowns at Vincent, a
rather harsh frown.
>Cloud takes another sip of his ale. Better not get violent. Don't want to mess
up my hair.
>Vincent shrugs, "We, My lady, have been around for decades. Children are
learning our tales of infamy from thier parents that faced us. I say we do not
retire! We should go on new quests! Start new tales of bloodshed! I must have
heard the story of Ryoko the Sea Witch a hundred times! You need a new bard to
tell the fables."
>Mousse has arrived.
>Cloud doesn't seem to show an interest in the conversation. He DOES, of course,
but that's another matter entirely.
>Muu Muu-chan waddles in, looking a bit wet. @.@ "... quack..."
>l mousse
Mousse
You find yourself looking at a small white duck. A duck wearing a pair of
coke-bottle glasses. @_@ He looks about with what seems to be more then animal
intelligance, waddling around warily.
Carrying:
>Vincent smirks to Ryoko and whispers, "Think about it...The price on your head
is 50 years old."
>Think of the interest! Turn YOURSELF in!
>Ryoko smiles, "How true. Maybe I'll let them tell the tale of the Matherion
Massacre. *_*"
>Ryoko slams her fist on the table, "Afterall! The service her leaves something
to be desired! >.<"
>Muu Muu-chan looks around, then flaps up onto a table, quacking loudly.
>Several serving wenches pop up, bowing and scraping as good servants should.
>Ryoko says, "Four ales to start. Make it quick. -.- I can feel the ol' black
magic startin'."
>Cloud glances at the duck out of the corner of his eye. Talk about fresh
poultry.
>Serving wenches zip off, eager to comply!
>Vincent shakes his head, "No not this town. I'm already getting protection
money from them....Though Darra...Hmmm...I can live without..."
>Cloud comments, apparently revealing that he HAS been listening, "... Darra is
inland. I doubt pirates would have much success."
>Muu Muu-chan glances at Cloud, seeming to notice his gaze. He raises a wing,
then flaps it quickly. With a faint whispering sound, a row of swordblades
slide from his feathers. It's almost as if he were trying to say 'Be ready for
a world of pain if you try to cook me'. =.=
>Cloud begins to wonder who armed the duck. "..."
>Vincent looks over to Cloud and hehs, "I have my ways..."
>Ryoko watches the duck with some mild interest, "It wouldn't be much of a
problem... though there's a good deal of sorceresses in Darra."
>Muu Muu-chan, of course, is over balanced by the sudden appearance of steel
weaponry... he quacks, then topples off the table. *THUNK*
>Muu Muu-chan flaps his wing weakly, his swordblades stuck into the floor. x.x;
>Vincent nods sadly, "I know." He finally notices the duck and
facefaults..."What is that?"
>Ryoko says, "I think it's a parrot. O.o Though I thought they were supposed to
be more colorful.."
>Cloud comments again, in his ice-cold tone, "... Darra is quite well-protected."
>Muu Muu-chan quacks again, trying feebily to get off the swords. x.x
>Cloud just... boggles at the duck. . o O ( .................... )
>Ryoko stands up, "For an inland hamlet, it's quite a fortress." She goes around
the table towards the duck...
>Vincent arches a brow and smiles genuine intrest at Cloud, "What? Sheriff Kunou
and Constople Kei?" He guffaws, "They're more busy with the likes of the Black
Hood."
>Muu Muu-chan's head snakes up at Ryoko's approach. He reaches out a wing at
the figure he sees as a blur, quacking hopefully.
>Yum! Supper!
>Cloud crosses his arms. "... If you don't even know the town's actual
defenders, why are you already contemplating an attack?"
>Pleeeeaaase try boiling me. o_o
>Cloud (OOC) pulls out the claymore 9.9 ;P
>Muu Muu-chan (OOC) pulls out a bigger claymore. o.o
>Ryoko says, "True, but the inhabitants of Darra are pretty well armed...
there's several golems living there, you know."
>Vincent says, "(OOC) Ano....There ARE none bigger than Cloud's."
>Cloud says, "As well as far too many mercenaries."
>Cloud (OOC) Well... Sanosuke's
>Muu Muu-chan asks, "(OOC) How aboug Siegfried's?"
>Vincent says, "(OOC) Nope."
>Muu Muu-chan asks, "(OOC) Musashi's?"
>Cloud (OOC) Nope. Mine's biggest. ^_^ Take that as you will.
>Muu Muu-chan (OOC) gets out a REALLY big magnet then. o.o
>Vincent exclaims, "(OOC) Five feet by two feet of Metal Death!"
>l buster
Buster Sword(#585)
... That's one BIG sword. Easily 5 feet long, if not more, it's nearly as long
as cloud is tall; seeing as how it's almost a foot wide, you reckon it has to
weigh 30 pounds... and Cloud wields it easily.
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>Vincent shrugs again, "I never said a WAS going to attack Darra. I just said I
can live without it. It's not worth the effort for the pitiful wares that town
has to offer."
>Muu Muu-chan starts to peck vainly at the sword blades, raising a series of
metallic tings.
>Cloud hmms... he picks up his ale, and resumes drinking. "..."
>Vincent looks at the duck . o O (Kill that thing)
>Ryoko grabs the duck by the neck, "They've got good ale there, actually..."
>Muu Muu-chan chokes, releasing a feebly, muffled quack. X_X
>Vincent nods once giving in, "Alright a point in thier favor."
>Ryoko yanks the duck off the sword, or pulls the swords from the ground,
whichever. "Who feels like fowl?"
>Cloud doesn't bother to comment. "..."
>Muu Muu-chan blinks, then begins to STRUGGLE at Ryoko's words, his wings
beating frantically as his clawed feet scramble against the demoness' arms. >.<
>Cloud isn't about to rescue a duck. Sorry.
>Vincent hmmms..."You know I am a bit hungry...." he blinks, "Snap the things
neck. It'll keep him from struggling."
>Muu Muu-chan @.@
>Muu Muu-chan suddenly folds his wings... then unfolds them, letting several
small vials fall to the ground...
>Ryoko tilts her head, "I don't know, there's something about watching things
suffer...." She tightens her grip a bit. >;)
>When the vials shatter, three of them explode with a concussive force, the rest
releasing drugged fumes.
>Cloud notices the explosion, though he doesn't actually REACT to it beyond a
shrug. It's a few feet away, anyway.
>Vincent nods and then leaps back as the vials shatter he braces himself against
a wall and pulls the bandanna about his neck over his mouth and nose. o O (Oh
that things going to suffer. -.-)
>The fumes rise in a haze of red and purple, meant to give the victim some
pretty bad hallucinations. x.x; Mixed in is a hint of sleeping gas, apparant
in the light blue smoke.
>Cloud doesn't... seem to be affected? He is at the periphery of the cloud, but
still...
>Ryoko lets go of the duck and frowns. She shows no sign of suffering from
inhaling the fumes... heck, doesn't seem to breath much, now that you think
about it. "Oh my, a duck trap." o.O
>Vincent looks around at the rising gas and spots a nearby window where he
promply shatters a few panels of glass to let the room vent.
>Cloud . o O ( .............. Tifa won't like that ... )
>Cloud shrugs, and keeps drinking.
>Bar patrons start dropping like flies! Z.z x.X @_@
>We're the only ones in here.
>Oh, right. o.o
>Muu Muu-chan flops onto the ground, holding his breath. x.x He quickly flaps
towards the exit, scrambling across the floor.
>Serving wenches start dropping like flies! There goes Ryoko's ale. c.c;
>Noooooooooo! Not the wenches! ;_;
>OHHH the HUMANITY!!!!
>That duck DIES! Sic'em Ryoko!
>Ryoko @_@
>Cloud stands up, setting the empty mug aside. He turns, and heads for the door;
if Vincent is still behind him ( I can't recall ), he smiply pushes him out of
the way... doesn't seem malicious, not with that vacant stare on his face.
>Muu Muu-chan flaps out, quickly, almost blue beneath the feathers from not
beathing. x.x
>Mousse exits the tavern, and goes out to the street.
>Ryoko thrusts a hand foreward, bolts of brilliant red death blowing down the
door! >.<
>Ryoko seethes. -.-; "I hate waterfowl..."
>Cloud waits for the bolts to pass before exiting. "..."
>Cloud (OOC) has to run n.n
>Ryoko (OOC) waves. n.n
>o
You exit the tavern, and go out to the street.
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