Obelisk : Room 508 - Ryan's Apartment(#618R)
One word springs to mind as you walk into Ryan's apartment: cluttered. Stuff is
strewn everywhere, from the multitude of shelves that line the wall, to the
comic books and CD's on the floor.
The main room, which makes up most of the apartment, has apparently been
relegated to storage duty. Aside from the King-sized bed, the desk, and the TV,
all the rest of the furniture here is book shelves. As you look the shelves
over, you see a roughly equal proportion of both scholarly texts (physics
textbooks, archaeological logs, etc.), and comic books. How unusual. Hooked up
to the TV is a wide variety of video game consoles, some no longer supported.
The small kitchenette and bathroom are comparatively unremarkable.
[Exits : (O)ut ]
[Players : Rachel ]
[Things : Blaster Rifle(#1582), Backpack(#2158), and Midgaard City Map(#1293) ]
>Rachel rolls onto her back and stretches, langorously.
>Ryan gives you a quick kiss on the cheek. "G'morning. Or afternoon, as the case
may be."
>Rachel smiles. "Been a while since I slept in like this. Feels good to be
lazy once in a while."
>Ryan smirks. "Darn tootin'. S'how I base my life."
>Rachel laughs. "Not a luxury I've had. But indulging myself on occasion won't
hurt."
>Ryan smirks. "Well... with a few exceptions, things seems to be getting a bit
more calm around here, for once."
>Rachel says, "I can deal with that. Time for a few more nights like last night
would be a welcome change."
>Ryan sits up. "True enough, I imagine."
>Rachel smiles. "So did I live up to your expectations? I'd hate to think I
left you disappointed..."
>Ryan winks. "Don't you be thinking that. Best night I've had in months."
>Rachel laughs. "Good. Sorry, just my perfectionist side sneaking through."
>Ryan hmms. "Just as long as it doesn't get in the way of your enjoyment."
>Rachel grins. "In case you weren't paying attention, I 'enjoyed' my ass off
last night. You were great."
>Ryan gives you a kiss on the cheek. "Hmm? Hope you aren't sore or anything..."
>Rachel says, "Only in good ways..."
>Ryan smirks. "That's good to hear."
>Rachel asks, "So, tell me, lover -- is there anything special you like to do in
bed? Or out of it? Besides what we did last night, what gets you going, hmmm?"
>Ryan raises his eyebrow. "Hmm... I'm afraid I'm sadly pedestrian. Much more fun
to do what the lady likes anyway, from what I've seen."
>Rachel laughs. "Now _that_'s what I like to hear. Seriously, though, I was
just wondering. I like things pretty basic, too, but if my partner's into
something different, I'm pretty openminded. There was a guy back in Osaka who
liked to tie me up, for example. He was good at that scene, and made it really
hot. But I did it mainly 'cause he liked it."
>Ryan rubs his chin, hmming to himself, then he shakes his head. "Nah, I know of
cases where stuff like that goes a bit too far, y'know?"
>Rachel nods. "It helped that this was a guy I'd known since high school and
really trusted."
>Ryan nods. "yeah, that'd do it."
>Rachel sits up, propping herself with her arms behind her. "So, is the shower
working?"
>Ryan nods. "Ayup. Even have hot water."
>Rachel says, with mild, teasing sarcasm, "Wow, all the extras. Got a spare
towel I can borrow?"
>Ryan nods to you.
>Rachel takes the towel and heads into the shower. After the water starts
running, you hear her singing -- a clear, reasonably-decent alto voice, singing
something catchy and upbeat in Japanese.
>Ryan lies back on the bed . o O ( Hrm. Who knew she did J-pop? )
>After a few minutes, the singing stops, followed quickly by the water. Rachel
steps back out of the bathroom, still unabashedly naked, toweling herself off.
>Rachel says, "That felt good."
>Ryan unabashedly watches. At least he has his priorities straight. "Mmm-hmm."
>Rachel looks for her clothes. Finding her discarded panties, she says, "Here
-- Keep these," and tosses them at you, grinning.
>Ryan doesn't blink as the soiled garment lands on his head. "I'll add it to my
collection."
>Rachel laughs. "Thought you might."
>Ryan sits up, plucking the panties off his head. "Should probably head back to
the bar sometime. Everyone probably thinks we died or something."
>Rachel pulls up her jeans. "I was headed there next. After I stop upstairs
for some fresh underwear."
>Ryan smirks. "Well, I'm sure that can wait." He hops out of bed, walking over
to his cabinet.
>Rachel picks up her bra. Then gently touches one sore, tender nipple and
decides against it, dropping the white lace on the corner of your bed as she
reaches for her sweater.
>There does seem to be an advantage to Ryan's usual wardrobe; it isn't exactly
complex. Sweatpants and tank tops (though he'll probably have to start wearing
something more insulating, seeing as it's getting more cold out...)
>Rachel pulls on her sweater and starts looking for her boots, finding them over
by the door where she took them off upon entering.
>Ryan walks over to you, slipping on his tanktop (and nearly walking into a wall
when his eyes are covered. It's amazing how coordinated he is one moment, but
the next...).
>Rachel finishes dressing. "You want me to wait for you, or...?"
>Ryan shrugs. "No, I'm all set. And like I said, I don't have anything planned."
>Rachel says, "Too bad it won't work with the cellphone system here --
otherwise, I could call my bike and have it come pick us up."
>Ryan smirks. "Hmm. Remind me to look into that, shouldn't be too hard to fiddle
with frequencies."
>Rachel says, "It's more the control signal standards. Probably easier to get a
current-model phone and rig an interface."
>Ryan nods. "Probably right, there."
>Rachel asks, "You ready, then?"
>Ryan nods to you. "And willing."
>Rachel laughs. "Later, maybe. Let's go."
>You fall in line behind Rachel.
>l rach
Rachel
A very attractive young woman, tall (178 cm, or 5'10") and athletic,
with short, feathery blonde hair, expressive blue eyes, and high-
cheekboned Caucasian features. She appears to be in her mid-20's.
Rachel is wearing a thick, warm, bulky-knit sweater, with long
sleeves and a high cowled neck. The sweater is a rich, dark forest
green, which goes nicely with the black denim jeans below. A pair of
stylish black-suede low boots completes the outfit.
Carrying:
>Rachel heads out to the hallway
>Rachel leaves, with you following after.
** Walk cut **
Tyr Road [200](#228RL)
The 200 block of Tyr Road is almost exclusively fancy hotels and high-rise
apartment buildings. Available in a wide range of designs, from the mundane
box-shape, to more architecturally enthralling towers such as 'The Obelisk'.
Housing this close to the middle of everything isn't cheap, but it isn't as
expensive as owning your own home farther out to the east, either. The area is
also clean..and a few commercial buildings are scattered about..though they're
rather limited.
[Exits : Don Corneo's (M)ansion, Obelisk (A)partments, (N)orth, and (S)outh ]
[Players : Rachel ]
[Sleepers: Tamahome ]
[Things : Poster Advertisement ]
>Rachel arrives, with Ryan following behind.
>Rachel says, "Brr, it's cold out today."
>Rachel turns and heads north.
>Rachel leaves north.
>Rachel leaves, with you following after.
Intersection: Thor/Tyr
This intersection is relatively nice, if not for the lingering darkness to the
west on Thor Street. Luckily, all the streetlamps here are replaced
regularly..any graffiti is cleaned up almost immediately..and a neighbourhood
police patrol keeps an eye out for any shifty and suspicious types wandering
about. To the east, Thor Boulevard is a much more lively and light
place..housing many people in small housing complexes, and a few larger,
upper-middle class homes. To the South, Tyr Road continues in that direction,
with a mixture of hotels and apartment buildings. To the north, it seems to
disperse at an obscure point..though a few eateries catering to myriad tastes
can be seen.
[Exits : Midgaard (P)okemon Center, (C)orner Cafe, (E)ast, (N)orth, (S)outh,
and (W)est ]
[Players : Rachel, and Arin ]
[Things : None ]
>Rachel arrives, with Ryan following behind.
>Ryan rubs his forearms. "Been in worse. No reason to just stand around, though."
>Rachel nods, and keeps walking. "I'm going to have to buy a winter jacket
soon."
>Rachel leaves north.
>Rachel leaves, with you following after.
Tyr Road [300]
The apartment buildings and hotels give way to smaller, less expensive and
privately owned buildings of like sort. Then those eventually dwindle to what
you find on either side of you now. Yes, various scents of delicious food of a
wide assortment of styles, flavours, and nationalities entices your olfactorial
senses..attempting to lure you in for a bite, or five. Make no mistake,
however. It doesn't come as cheap as those fast food places around southern
Tyr Road..though you'll definately appreciate the higher quality. At a point
up ahead, the road and street becomes an unpaved trail, towards the start of
the steep walls that the mountain atol surrounding Midgaard creates. A deep
gorge carved by forces long forgotten and lost to legend is to the west
here..and a suspension bridge has been erected so that pedestrians might take a
stroll across it to Sif Way to the east, and marvel at it.
[Exits : (N)orth, Tifa's Seventh Heaven (7), (T)ransit Station, Path (D)own
to the Gorge, Suspension (B)ridge, and (S)outh ]
[Players : Rachel, and Motoroid Red(Pup) ]
Rachel arrives, with Ryan following behind.
[Sleepers: Aerith, Guy, Janus, and Hammer ]
[Things : None ]
>Rachel waves to the motorcycle parked at the curb, and heads into the bar.
>Ryan waves as well . o O ( Oh yeah, it has an AI... )
>Rachel leaves, with you following after.
Seventh Heaven Bar - Main Room
Tifa's Seventh Heaven Bar has a campy feeling to it, primarily constructed of
dark wood with occasional items for decoration. Several worn tables grace the
area near the door, looking beaten up from years of patrons. The bar is more
well kept, stocked with a vast amount of alcoholic beverages and components for
mixed drinks. The room is just a tad dimly lit, feeling cozy and familiar at
the same time. Other areas of interest are the entrance to the kitchen, and a
porch with some comfy chairs. All in all, the Seventh Heaven is a nice tribute
to what someone can put together for a business if they try. A machine for a
game similar to pinball sits on the less used side of the room, sporting an
"Out of Order" sign. Most of the damage that was obvious only a little while
ago is now repaired with more permenant fixes, so the bar once again is back to
it's former self.
[Exits : (B)ack Room, (K)itchen, (U)pstairs, and (O)ut ]
[Players : Rachel ]
[Sleepers: Kazuma ]
[Things : None ]
>Rachel arrives, with Ryan following behind.
>Rachel says, "I'll be right back down."
>Rachel stops leading you.
>Ryan nods to Rachel. "No rush."
>Rachel has left.
>Rachel has arrived.
>Rachel heads behind the bar.
>Ryan looks around. "Looks like business as dropped again." >.> <.<
>Mizuki has arrived.
>l miz
Mizuki
The recognizable garb of a Shinto Priestess adorns the body of this rather
odd woman, Rashoujin Mizuki. Her white blouse trails over the standard,
multi-folded crimson skirt and edging, traditional in fashion and
meticulously worn. A crimson headband stretches widely across her pale
forehead, standing out against her very long, straight black hair, and
matched by the red and yellow ribbon lacing on her billowing sleeves.
Seldom are her supple fingers not gripping the sacral gohei she carries.
All of this seems natural enough.
What strikes you as strange isn't the costume of the woman, but the
expression she wears on her thin, porcelain hued face. She seems totally
devoid of feeling, most of the time, though the alternative may surprise
you. The very perceptive may notice that her eyes are somehow haunted...
and not in misery, but in a kind of... demented sadism? No... surely this
is your imagination. A simple, self-pleased little smile comes to her
almost colorless lips as she notices your visual perusal of her. The smile
of a priestess... or something more?
Carrying:
Midgaard City Map, Gohei, and OOC Note
>Mizuki slowly comes inside, finding the nearest convienient seat and taking it.
She sets her gohei across her lap and waits patiently.
>Ryan sits up. "I -guess- Rachel's on duty."
>From behind the bar, Rachel says, "Hello, ma'am. What can I get for you?"
>Mizuki turns to stare emotionlessly at Rachel. "Wine." Is all she says.
>Ryan glances at Mizuki . o O ( A shinto miko in a bar? ... Eh, I've seen
stranger -.-; )
>Rachel asks, "Any particular kind? Red, white?"
>Mizuki gains a faint smile. "Red, please." She crosses her legs beneath the
robe, getting confortable.
>Rachel nods, and goes about pouring a glass. She comes out around the bar and
brings it to Mizuki's table. "Anything else, Ma'am? The kitchen's open, if
you're hungry."
>Mizuki stares deeply at Rachel, taking the wine slowly. "No, this will be all."
She eventually looks away, her attention going elsewhere.
>Rachel says, "All right. Just let me know if you change your mind, or need a
refill."
>Rachel heads back behind the bar and starts checking a few things.
>Mizuki drinks her wine silently.
>Harken pages, "@Whee. In which case, there is a sharp knocking at the door." to
Rachel and you.
>You page, "We're at the bar n.n;" to Harken.
>Rachel looks toward the door puzzledly. "Ryan, you mind checking that?"
>Ryan shrugs, standing up and walking over to the door
>In a page-pose to you, Harken curses. Well, you were in the room earlier. Feh.
Hell with it. She's *still* knocking, just to be weird. n.n;
>(There was just a sharp knocking at it.)
>Ryan opens the door a crack. "... It's not locked."
>You page-pose, "Ryan opens the door a crack. "It's not locked."" to Harken
>Uriel has arrived.
>Ryan nearly leaps back a foot. "Oh... er... Hello again." n.n;
>Mizuki looks slowly to the door, disinterested.
>Uriel nudges the door the rest of the way open, pushing her way in. She grins
proudly and sets her hands on her hips. "Well, there ya go. Polite enough
entrance for ya?"
>Rachel glances at the new arival, but then looks back down to finish scribbling
on her check pad.
>Ryan gives a thumbs up. You can almost hear the sweatdrop. "Erm... yes."
>Uriel smiles innocently--a sure sign of trouble. "I'm turnin' over a new leaf,
ya see, Ry," she explains. A pause. "Well, not entirely new. Whatcha doin'
tonight?"
>Rachel tears off the check and heads around the bar again, dropping it off at
>Mizuki's table. "I'll take that whenever you're ready, Ma'am. No hurry."
>Ryan can feel the impending doom. Not that he has a danger sense or anything,
it's just really ominous. "Er... a new leaf? Coolness." He rubs his chin. "And
I don't have anything planned..."
>Rachel walks up behind Ryan. "Friend of yours, Ryan?"
>Ryan nods (warily) to Rachel. "You could say that, yup."
>Mizuki glances at the bill, and slowly reaches into the folds of her robe. She
takes another drink of the wine, and sets a decent amount of the money on the
table. She then rises, striding more purposefully outside.
>Mizuki heads out the front door.
>Mizuki has left.
>Rachel asks, "Going to introduce me?"
>Uriel glances askance at Rachel, but only turns to address Ryan again. "Okay,
got a proposition for you: You, me, and jello. Sound like fun?"
>Ryan boggles a moment O_o Then, he asks the only logical question, "...
Jello?"
>Uriel (OOC) hands Ryan a contract. "Sign your life away to me, and maybe I'll
shut up." n.n
>Rachel glances from Ryan to the strange girl and back, then grins, and tries
not to laugh. Tries, mind you. She turns away, headed back behind the bar,
hand over her mouth.
>Uriel blinks. "Don't like jello? I just discovered the stuff; it's pretty cool."
>Ryan sweatdrops pretty heavily. "Oh, er, yeah, Rachel? Meet Uriel."
>Ryan . o O ( *images of Ryan's bloated corpse drifting down a river* )
>Uriel . o O ( Oooooh. So *that's* the one Derek mentioned... )
>You mumble, "She's one of those... metal demons." to Uriel.
>Ryan mumbles, "She's ..... ..... those .. .. .. ..... ..... .." to
Uriel.
>Rachel manages to compose herself well enough to say, "Hi. Glad to meet you.
Can I get you anything?"
>Uriel . o O ( *images of Ryan's bloated corpse drifting down a river* )
>Uriel grins at Rachel, and nods cheerfully. "Nice ta meetcha. You make those
gargleblasters?" She blinks, and asks as an afterthought, "Is there anybody
here who *doesn't* work in this bar?!"
>Ryan quips, glaninc to the side, "Apparently not."
>Rachel asks, "One gargleblaster, coming up. You insurance paid up?"
>Uriel . o O ( No wonder the bar's always the center of activity. Everybody's
gotta show up for work. -.- )
>Rachel laughs, and winks.
>Uriel plunks down at the bar. "Who needs insurance? I'll just blame it on
somebody else."
>You mumble, "Don't underestimate her. She's survived them before o_o" to
Rachel.
>Ryan mumbles, "..... ..... her .. She's survived them before .....
....." to Rachel.
>Rachel starts in on mixing the drink. She must be feeling daring today -- she
skips the rubber gloves. ^_-
>Uriel . o O ( *.* )
>Uriel watches with interest--perhaps memorizing the ingredients. She might need
to knock Carnifuge out cold again sometime.
>Rachel finishes up with a flourish, adding a little Teflon umbella with
radiation and biohazard symbols on it. "Here you go."
>Hex has arrived.
>Ryan sweatdrops. The government makes us add those.
>Hex walks in with a grin on his face. "How is my favorite bunch?"
>Uriel raises the glass in a faintly sarcastic salute to Rachel before taking a
sip. "So. Derek wouldn't say, an' I'm dyin' ta know. What's up between you an'
Ryan?"
>Uriel glances over her shoulder at Hex as he speaks, and raises an eyebrow.
"You escape from the circus?"
>Ryan pikus, nearly falling out of his chair O_o; He notices Hex, but he got
his licks in last time, so he'll leave ya alone now.
>Rachel blinks, but recovers quickly. "We're friends, why?"
>Hex exclaims, "'cause you two can serve drinks!! I love you guys!!"
>Uriel shrugs casually. "Just wonderin'. I mean, from what Derek said, I figured
ya might wanna know you've got some competition for 'im.... ... if you're
*that* way. Seems some guy named Toma's really got the hots for him." n.n
>Ryan falls out of the chair, twitching on the floor. "I do NOT have the hots
for HIM!" >.< . o O ( Now I know why they're called 'demons'! )
>Hex scowls at Uriel. "Shove it pig."
>Uriel blinks at Ryan, as though just remembering he's here. "He can be
persistent, that Toma."
>Rachel blinks, and giggles. Yes, giggles. You saw it here first.
>Ryan sits up, cracking his knuckles, and ignoring Hex. "Well, I'll snap his
neck if'n he tries something." @_o
>Hex walks to his seat and sits down. "Gimme what you'd think is best."
>Uriel's eyes go wide. "Ohhhh. If ya do that, you'll break his poor little heart
in two." Sarcastic? Uriel? Naaah.
>Ryan hmmphs, peering at Uriel o.=;
>Rachel recovers from her giggle-fit and looks at Hex. "You want a beer, or
something stronger?"
>Ryan wonders when it became 'pick on Ryan day'
>Don't be silly. EVERY day is 'pick on Ryan day'.
>;_;
>Uriel goes blessedly silent to sip on her toxic beverage.
>Hex says, "Something, good. Something, flamable."
>Uriel . o O ( Fun girl. I kinda like her. She--whoah, what'd he say? )
>Uriel blinks at Hex, and recommends, "Try one a'these." She gestures to her own
drink. "I never tried torchin' 'em, but it might make a fun change."
>Ryan glances at Uriel, then at Rachel . o O ( Like night'n day o.=; )
>Ryan blinks. Don't give the monkey a gargleblaster. You'll frag his liver!
>Hex says, "I want you to give the strongest drink ya got. I'll need it. That
cowboy should be comin' round here soon. I want to be good and drunk by that
time."
>Rachel says, "All right. One more gargeblaster."
>Uriel asks, "Cowboy?"
>Ryan shrugs at Uriel
>Rachel starts in on making the drink, not opting for the rubber gloves or even
the breathing mask. With the addition of the little Teflon umbrella, the
creation is complete. "Her you go, sir."
>Hex tosses two damp peices of gloves on the counter. "We kinda had a
disagreement here. I thin-- thank ya miss. I think he's out to get me again/"
>Rachel goes back over to Uriel. With a smile, she asks, "So how do you know
Ryan, then? He hadn't mentioned you."
>Ryan waves in the 'don't ask that kinda question' fashion. But then he realizes
it's a futile effort, and stops.
>Uriel shrugs. "One-night stand. Or somethin' like that. No biggie."
>Ryan rubs the back of his neck. "Eheh... what she said."
>Hex pittys Ryan. "Oh how I pitty you dude."
>Rachel grins. "Oh. Sounded like you were after a repeat, though. Can't say I
blame you."
>Ryan gives Hex the finger ^^; He'll only take humiliation from the women,
thankyouverymuch
>Uriel grins back at Rachel. "Oh, I am. I didn't have any jello, last time. You
wanna come along?"
>Rachel blinks, and actually blushes a little. "Well, I'm on duty here until
late..."
>Ryan raises his eyebrow. Maybe he's NOT dead yet. O_o
>Uriel says, "So? I don't sleep much. I can wait."
>Uriel asks, "How 'bout it, Ry?"
>Hex breaks into the conversation. "Um... Could you dudes do me a favor? That
cowboy is sore that I tore him up and now he's gathering a pose to come a
attack me. SO, could you hide me?"
>Ryan glances over at Hex, glad for the momenty change of topic, at least.
Thoguh that jello thing sounds interesting c.c "Come again?"
>Uriel asks, "Depends. What's in it for us, monkey-boy?"
>Hex exclaims, "Name yer price but I need it NOW!"
>Ryan rubs his chin. Uh-oh, he's scheming again.
>Hex exclaims, "I don't have much time left!"
>Uriel chews on her lower lip, thinking. "Your soul?"
>Again? You mean he stopped?
>Ryan swats Uriel -.-
>Uriel scowls at Ryan. "It was a *joke*."
>Ryan rubs his chin. "How about a promise to play nice in the bar. And, oh, a
few thousand dollars?"
>Uriel adds quickly, "And cigarettes."
>Hex exclaims, "Sure! Ok! Lets get me in hiding!"
>Uriel asks, "Who're we hidin' ya from, anyway?"
>Ryan raps his fingers on the table. "Ah ah ah! Cash up front!" He winks.
>Ryan doesn't hold grudges. Nah.
>Hex slams 400 (Curency) on the counter. COMEON!!!
>Uriel rolls her eyes. "Fine, fine. Wussy." She sets her drink down and hops off
the barstool to approach Hex, eyeing him thoughtfully. "Look, ya pay the rest
up later, or I hunt ya down an' make you sorry this cowboy didn't catch ya--got
it?"
>Hex says, "Sure."
>Ryan smirks. He's sure Uriel will do that, too ^^;
>Hex exclaims, "Lets go!"
>Uriel chews on her lower lip a moment as she studies Hex a moment longer, then
raises a hand, setting it flat against what appears to be some invisible
barrier before the man. The air around him ripples, distorting.
>Ryan sits up. "...?"
>Rachel . o O ( WTF...? )
>Uriel . o O ( Twist like *so*.... and... damn! That's not it. This direction.
Hah! Got it! Eat your heart out, uncle Al... *.* )
>Uriel grins widely as the rippling ceases, the air going still once more.
Everything is as it was before, with one exception: Hex has vanished neatly.
She lowers her hand, and congratulates herself. "Kick @$$!"
>Hex says, "Cool"
>Ryan blinks, glancing at Uriel. "Hey, um, what'd you do to that guy, anyway?"
>Rachel . o O ( Figures she'd be one of the magical types... )
>Hex exclaims, "I love this! I can't see my hand. I owe you guys big time!"
>Ryan wonders if he should point out we can still hear him. Nah.
>Or _smell_ him?
>Hex lays another 400 on the table. "Thats all I got on me. I'll get somemore
from my hide out."
>Uriel grins proudly. "Bent the light around him. Only reason we could see him
before was that the pigments in 'is skin and clothes was reflecting the light
back to your eyes. Bend the light so it doesn't hit him, an' we don't get the
reflected light. In other words, he's invisible. Got it?"
>Hex asks, "Cool! Science. Could you also bend all the smell waves coming from
me too?"
>Ryan hmms. "Makes sense." He glances at Uriel. "Didn't know you could do that."
>Uriel wrinkles her nose. "Some things're beyond even *my* power," she mutters
sourly. "Eh?" She blinks at Ryan, shrugs, and admits, "Neither did I."
>Ryan rubs the bridge of his nose. "Go figure."
>Hex says, "Awh! Thats cold dude. Real cold."
>Uriel warns Hex, "Mouth off like that when your cowboy comes in, an' not' bein'
seen's not gonna do ya a whole helluva lot of good."
>Ryan glances over at Rachel. Well, everything seems okay. No fights or
anything, for once c.c
>Rachel sets checks in front of Uriel and Hex.
>Uriel jerks a thumb at the invisible Hex. "Put mine on his tab."
>Ryan smirks, but doesn't comment
>Rachel nods and smiles. "Right."
>Hex exclaims, "Drinks for all!! I'm payin'!"
>Uriel tosses down the rest of her gargleblaster, and slides the glass across
the bar to Rachel. "Gimme another one o' those, will ya, Rach?"
>Rachel blinks at the apparently-un-toxified Uriel. "Umm... you sure?"
>Ryan sweatdrops to nobody in particular. "Hey, um, I'll just have something a
little less deadly." He glances at Uriel . o O ( Hope she doesn't get...
THAT way again O_o )
>Uriel says, "Yup."
>Rachel says, "Ohh-kaaay..."
>Rachel makes Uriel another one.
>Ryan waves dismissively. "She can handle it, really!" . o O ( I just hope WE
can )
>Uriel asks, "You warm my heart, Ry. No, really. Would I lie?"
>Rachel then sets up a shot of Glenfiddich and a beer chaser for Ryan.
>Uriel eyes this new alcoholic phenomenon as she sips her second gargleblaster.
"What's that?"
>Ryan sweatdrops at Uriel. "I would hope not."
>Rachel says, "Very good whiskey. And a good beer to wash it down."
>Ryan nods to Rachel, and immediately starts in on getting drunk. And don't
tease Ryan when he's drunk... he fights better that way.
>Rachel OOC needs to go. Assume the Nameless NPC Bartender takes over while I
go do bar errands. Be back later tonight, 11-12 EST-ish.
>Ryan (OOC) Ciao!
>Rachel OOCly goes upstairs. ICly goes out to buy more stuff for the bar that
we're running low on.
>Rachel has left.
>Uriel . o O ( Whiskey. Gotta try that, too, pretty soon. )
>Ryan turns to Uriel. "So, ah, what've you been up to? Besides... um...
experimenting with Jello?"
>Uriel asks, "Huh? Eh, not much. Nursin' Carnifuge's hangover, for a while.
Yeesh. Hey, you know the green-haired guy in the dragon shrine?"
>Ryan sweatdrops. "I... think so? Yeah?"
>Uriel asks, "Whaddya know about 'im?"
>Ryan (OOC) notes Uriel hasn't told you how to become UN-invisible
>Ryan shrugs. "Not much. Why do you ask?"
>Uriel (OOC) snickers, and has not, indeed. n.n
>Bolt has arrived.
>Ryan sits at a table with Uriel
>l uriel
Uriel
Your attention is drawn unwillingly to a young... lady... who has no
intention of being overlooked. Or so you gather, from the bright
streaks of purple, pink, and green in her tawny hair. If the parts of
her that are covered have as many body piercings as the parts of her
than are uncovered, then she probably sets off metal detectors for
miles around. A battered black leather jacket spends its time either
draped over her shoulder or worn over her hole-ridden Metallica T-
shirt, which has been hacked off high in the front so that she can
display her navel ring. Fingerless biker gloves protect her hands, and
she wears a pair of ragged blue jeans with the knees worn out,
liberally covered with their very own graffiti in the form of pictures,
runes, and four-letter words.
Carrying:
>Uriel glances up from her drink to the newcomer. o O ( Eh? )
>Hex quiet. (He's invisible.)
>Bolt meanders on into the bar. He looks around calmly, noting the people
visible and then heads for the bar.
>l bolt
Bolt
An aura of cool charm surrounds the tall man by the name of Bolt Crank. His
features are youthful, with the experience of a nomad's life runs over them,
making him appear within his mid to late twenties. On his head, he wears a
rounded hat, bearing a band which is fastened by a small strip of metal, placed
over a bush of shock white hair, falling around his face in a haphazard style
that always appears to nicely stay away from obstructing his view of the world.
Tawny yellow? Gray? Sometimes either, those eyes look around from underneath
that hair, given a wicked, sly look from the pair of round lense sunglasses he
constantly wears. Out of the corner of his mouth sticks a bolt. Not always
the same one, but it is another, almost ever present feature, much like the
chain smoker's perpetual cigarette.
His mass appears bulky, but that is due only to the clothing he is wearing.
Underneath it all is obviously a white, loose shirt, tucked (most of the time)
into a pair of belted pants, close to navy blue in hue, the cuffs of which fall
over a pair of sturdy leather boots. The shirt is only visiable at times
however, due to the plate of armor, buckled over his torso through the use of
fastenings located at the top, middle and bottom of the front. Around his neck
rests a buckled brace, the top portion of the armor that acts to keep his body
from harm.
Over all this bulk, and adding to it is a heavy trenchcoat, of a shade near to
a very light forest green. Of good quality itself and made with reinforced
material, the coat is left open, the belt that ties around the waist swaying at
each side of his body. Two overly large pockets exist for him to store items
in, or just as a place to put his hands. The high collar of the coat is turned
up around his neck and ears, a protection from the elements he travels through.
Over his hands are gloves of the fingerless variety, though styled and
obviously reinforced to add extra impact should he ever have to use them in a
close melee fight. Metal rings the end of each finger, stopping just before
the first knuckle. The backings of the gloves are styled with another thin
square of metal, small wires moving along the glove at angles down toward the
wrist. All part of the style.
Bolt takes in his surroundings and possibly those looking at him, all with the
same acceptance. Outwardly, anyway. There have been moments when people have
suprised him. He just tends to ignore such past events.
Carrying:
Midgaard City Map
>Ryan nods to Bolt. OOC note: just spoof a bartender
>Uriel . o O ( ...Hey, not bad. Got style, anyway. )
>Uriel says, "Uhm. Oh. Him? He's a sourpuss. Didn't want me to spraypaint his
wings."
>Uriel says, "So I'm lookin' for dirt on 'im." She adds grumpily, "He took my
switchblade." -.-
>Bolt orders out a drink. A whiskey, for those that wish to know just what. He
takes a seat on one of the stools, picking up the glass as its passed to him by
the guy tending the bar.
>Ryan sweatdrops. "Well, um, I'm sure you can get a new one n.n;"
>Uriel says, "Hell, no. That wouldn't be much fun. Gonna go get the old one
back."
>Ryan hmms. "Well, that's no fun either. What if you get hurt?"
>Uriel smirks. "I won't."
>Ryan peers at Uriel. "It's still a possibility. Luck and all that."
>Uriel shrugs. "Okay, so maybe it is. What do you care?"
>Bolt half listens to the conversation. He takes a drink of the whiskey, and
obviously is used to the harsh taste. Then, with nothing else bringing itself
to his attention, he turns his head far enough to look at Uriel and Ryan.
>Ryan squints. "Hey, can't I be nice now and then?"
>Uriel shrugs. "Sure, but I'll be honest with ya--an' this is the only time.
Don't waste it on *me*."
>Ryan narrows his eyes. "Hey, I'm sure you have SOME redeeming value.
Somewhere." . o O ( REALLY deep down. Maybe. )
>Uriel flashes a grin. "I didn't say I wasn't valuable."
>Ryan smirks. "Oh? What did you mean, then?"
>Uriel says, "Just that worryin' about me gettin' hurt's not the kinda thing ya
need to worry about. Hell--it might be interesting. She studies her hands,
raising one to flex the fingers thoughtfully. "Wonder what it'd feel like if I
broke these, one by one....
>Ryan sweatdrops. "Well, it usually stings, so I'd recommend against it..."
>Ryan . o O ( Demons. No common sense whatsoever -.-; )
>Uriel asks, "Yeah?"
>Ryan nods, commenting, "Yeah."
>Uriel explains, "But ya see, 'till iI've felt it, how do I know what it's like
for -me-?"
>Ryan rubs the back of his neck. "Guess you have a point there." He rubs his
chin. "But wouldn't it be better to stick to whatcha KNOW is fun?"
>Out of nowhere comes a loud burp.
>Bolt finishes off the rest of his glass' contents, then hands it back to the
bartender for a refill. His attention fixes on the oddly talking woman. Yeah.
Weird girl, he thinks, drinking down the contents of the refill and handing it
back. Again.
>Ryan ignores the glass floating in mid-air
>Uriel studies Ryan with half-lidded eyes. "Yup. S'why I brought up jello."
>Ryan sweatdrops. "You will have to tell me what you had planned sometime."
=.=;
>Uriel . o O ( Geeez! He's gonna blow it if he doesn't shut up! )
>Uriel says, "'D rather show ya."
>Ryan sweatdrops. "I see."
>Uriel says, "Not yet. But ya will." She finishes off her drink and stands,
stretching. "Might be back later; I got somethin' to check up on."
>Ryan nods to Uriel. "I'll... see you around then."
>Uriel mumbles, "Lemme know how long it takes the guy hidin' from the cowboy to
figure out he's gonna -stay- that way 'till I take it off him..." to Ryan.
>Uriel mumbles, "Lemme know ..... long it takes ..... guy ..... from
the cowboy ..... ..... ..... he's gonna ..... ..... way 'till I
take it off him .. .. .." to Ryan.
>Uriel ^_-
>Ryan sweatdrops, and gives Uriel a thumbs up ^^;
>Uriel heads out the front door.
>Uriel has left.
>Bolt turns around and looks for the source of the earlier belch now. He's
pretty sure it didn't come from Ryan or the 'tender. And it definately wasn't
him.
>Ryan just twiddles his thumbs. He's not dead yet, this' a good thing.
>Hex steps onto the counter and spins in circles not making a sound.
>Bolt shrugs slightly, then goes back to his third drink, taking it slower than
the second this time 'round.
>Hex flips over Bolt and lands with a thud. He then trots off to Ryan's table.
>Satoshi has arrived.
>Ryan sweatdrops at the noise. He knows what's up, but isn't talking O_o;
>l sat
Satoshi
Young, quick, and over-energetic are the words to best describe what you
see before you. A young boy, looking to be only around 10 years old, stands
in the upwards of around 4 feet. His demeanor is that of any school child his
age: sloched, and very relaxed.
His shining, black hair, which there seems to be a lot of, is all spiked
out, behind his head, and everything. Bangs hang down into his face, the rest
of his spikey hair covered by a red base-ball cap, which has white trim and
what looks like a green, sideways 'V' slash in the middle of it.
The kid is smiling, which makes him look like the very easy-going type.
His shiny black eyes plopped into onto his face, with his long slender nose
make him seem even more harmless. His arching eyebrows make him seem
determined, if that's possible.
His clothes look really modern, and maybe even sort of American in looks.
He is currently wearing a dark grey shirt, under another, larger, unbuttoned
shirt, which hangs loose. The collar and the short sleeves of the shirt are
white, while the bulk of the shirt is blue, with yellow lining for the pockets
and trim. On his hands are a thick pair of fingerless gloves; dark green
in color.
The kid is wearing a pair of cut-off denim shorts. The shorts, which
look partially worn, hang just above his knee, hemmed. The shorts are sort of
loose and baggy, and don't seem to look particually new. A lone black belt
keeps the denim shorts snugs to his body, along with a complimentary buckle.
He also wears a pair of white high tops with rather large tounges on them --
only being complimented with a pair of bunched up socks. Oddly enough,
the shorts look like a 'change' for him.
A particually over-enthusiastic grin on his face really sets him out from
the cround; there not many people are like that much anymore. A real strange
one, indeed; a needle in a haystack.
Carrying:
Monster Ball, and Green Knapsack
>Bolt stares at the spot where the thud was heard. He decides... not to comment.
Using the distraction of another person entering the place, he turns his
attention to Satoshi.
>Satoshi walks into the bar.. arms propped behind his head, while his hat is
tilted into his face. He clothes are all sweaty; as well. He's silent, and
doesn't seem very happy; while moving over to the bar to get some water.
>Bolt is seated at the bar, incidentally. Thusly convienced, he follows
Satoshi's progress toward the counter, taking a long drink from his whiskey
filled glass.
>Ryan sits up. "Hey, kid, you okay? Look like ya just ran a marathon."
>Satoshi talks rather lowly, and not very convincingly, either, "Nah, I'm
alright..", he takes a seat at one of the stools, and sips his water, while
tapping his free hand on the table, as he looks to be in thought.
>Ryan rubs his chin. "Oh. Okay..."
>Bolt seems more interested in his drinking than in the kid. Even if he does
watch the boy. He turns fully around to face the bar, putting his glass down
for another refill. But not immediately picking it up again once it is.
>Butz has arrived.
>Butz walks in, stretching his arms. He makes for a slightly remote table which
he settles himself down in.
>Ryan stands up, having had enough wierdness for one afternoon. OOC: just spoof
the bartender.
>Ryan walks outside
>o
You leave 7th heaven destined again for the chaos of the city.
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