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 : Kim, Gan, and Motoroid Red(Pup) ]
[Sleepers: Katsuo, Janus, Minako, Faris, and Hammer ]
[Things : None ]
>Ryan stumbles in, looking more like a mummy then Ryan @_^ All those
bandages musta cost a bundle
>Gan looks up at Kim and waves.
Gan
Tousled, dusky blue hair lies in soft waves atop the head of this
young man, just long enough that it falls into his eyes on occasion,
necessitating brushing back. His eyes are a cold, slate-grey color,
warmed by an inner light that softens the sternness, perhaps inherited
from his father. His short, pug nose and the wide grin curving his lips
further add to the young, honest feel which he almost radiates.
Clothing his body is a royal blue breastplate, which straps closed
at the side; it is basically featureless, excepting the high, protective
collar surrounding the neck. There are a pair of rounded pauldrons,
protecting the shoulders; these are hinged to the armor, and strap on
under the arm. Short sleeves protrude onto his upper arm, past the
armor, making it obvious that he wears a beige tunic underneath. A pair
of bracers cover his forearms nearly to the elbow; they're made of a
dully golden metal. The left armlet features a rounded, dark blue gem
set into the handguard, and soft, fingerless brown leather gloves protect
his hands. Strapped across his back, to his right, is his sword, like a
scimitar with two feet of blade, the edge gleamingly bright; slung over
his left shoulder is a traveling pack.
A wide, brown leather belt is strapped about his waist, holding up
his baggy, silvery-grey pants; the belt comes with a few snap-button,
hardshell leather pouches, presumably filled with things. Over the baggy
pants he wears calf-high leather 'adventurer's' boots, with the tops
folded down. Over these are strapped a pair of shinguards with attached
kneeguards, again in the same royal blue color as his breastplate.
Carrying:
Midgaard City Map
>Kim waves
>Foil_Riposte arrives from the south.
>Ryan waves groggily to Kim
>Foil_Riposte leaves north.
>Astrid arrives from the south.
>Kim blinks
>Kim says, "Ryan? o.o"
>Ryan blinks. Well, with his unbandaged eye. "Yeah?"
>Gan leans on a nearby lamppost.
>Astrid leans against a building as inconspicuously as possible, watching
quietly. "...."
>Kim asks, "What happened to you?"
>Gan has disconnected.
>Ryan holds up his right hand (seeing as how his left is in a sling). "Not much,
really."
>Kim says, "Yah, I believe that."
>Rachel has arrived.
>Ryan grins happily. "Well... Harken just decided to tear into me a few times,
but it didn't really hurt." Not after he used that morphine! @_^
>Kim says, "You nut. o.o"
>Astrid asks from a safe distance away--uncertain how welcome he's likely to
be--"Are you well, Ryan?"
>Ryan blinks, nearly crawling out of his skin. The bandages seem to be holding
it on however. "...!"
>Vell has arrived.
>Rachel sprints out of the bar, having spotted the bandaged figure through the
windows. She comes to a halt near Ryan.
>Rachel asks, "Ryan...?"
>Lev mildly follows Rachel out, as he's never the one to linger in an empty bar.
He leans against the wall and watches.
>Ryan blinks, turning to face Rachel. Ryan's doing his impression of Shishio
Makoto right now. "...!"
>Astrid (OOC) LOL.
>Rachel OOC doesn't know the reference, sorry. :(
>Ryan (OOC) Hmm. Think 'mummy man'
>Rachel says, "Are you... Did she... Ohgod..."
>Ryan is still alive, if that's the question. And rather cheery, but he is shot
up with narcotics @_^
>Astrid . o O ( I don't blame him for not answering... )
>Rachel said what you saw. As in, she's yet to ask a complete, coherent
question. ;)
>Foil_Riposte has arrived.
>Ryan smiles at Rachel, his drug-addled brain already forgetting Astrid's
presence. "I'm not dead yet!"
>Foil turns onto this street some distance away..walking southwards slowly..bag
over one shoulder. Not quite in visible range of the group yet
>Lev says, "But not too much better off.", he dryly comments.
>Kim rubs a hand behind her head -.-
>Ryan smiles at that. Yup, he's doped up.
>Rachel nods. She'd gathered that much. That stading upright and moving thing
gave you away. "And... and Cloud...?"
>Ryan rubs the back of his neck with his right hand. "He's... not back yet?"
>Tifa has arrived.
>Ryan is doing his impression of a mummy. Wrapped more or less head-to-toe, left
arm in a sling.
>Luke arrives from the south.
>Luke leaves north.
>Tifa wanders up the street, blinking at the people. . o O (Hmm @.@)
>Foil finally enters the main scene. Glances to the assembled..glances to Ryan
. o O (Damn that guy's scary..wandering around after that...) Then notices
Astrid. o O (There he is.)
>Ryan still has women to ogle! he can't die yet! @_o
>Tifa walks up behind Ryan and pokes him experimentally o.o Who's the mummy?
>Lev takes to filing his nails idly while waiting for the bar to re-populate.
"...."
>Ryan looks down at Tifa. "... I'm Bill Clinton." @_^
>Foil hrmphs as he notices people are making fun of his field dressing . o O (He
ain't bleeding no more is he? Feh)
>Astrid rests calm eyes on Foil before glancing back to Ryan, dismissing him.
Woohoo. Look at all the pretty colors, Ryan...
>Good ol' Creampuff. ^_^
>Foil does not dismiss Astrid..but doesn't make a move yet. Knowing the goodie
twoshoe types here they'd stop him.. so simply waits at the opposite edge of
the crowd.
>Tifa sweatbeads, "Who? What happened to you?"
>Kim turns and walks away from the crowd, putting her hands in her jacket
pockets.
>Ryan holds his right hand up. "Not much. Just got into a little fight."
>Kim leaves south.
>Rachel asks, "Let's get you inside, all right?"
>Tifa says, "A little one? ^^; It doesn't look like it was little x.x"
>Ryan isn't loking at Tifa's chest. WOAH, he must be drugged up! @_O
>Rachel whispers, "And you're not looking at mine, either. You MUST be way
gone. ;)" to you.
>l rachel
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 red latex halter top, with a black plastic
zipper up the center in front. Below, her flat, bare tummy is exposed
down to a couple inches below her navel, where her black, loose-fitting
satin shorts begin, the elastic waistband riding low on her hips. Her
long, sculpted legs are also bare, down to the black, 3-inch heeled
sandals on her feet.
Carrying:
>Lev raises the pad around his neck to eye-level. To himself and indirectly to
Rachel he comments, "...Nice narcotic count! He knows how to get wasted with
the best of them."
>Foil could speak up and explain what happened in the battle..but decides half
the fun of victory is to gloat so doesn't rob Ryan of that chance to tall tale
his head off with 50 Harkens all swarming him from all angles but only his
Godlike dexterity and power saved the day. But doesn't take his eyes off of
Astrid for the moment . o O (Better wait and make sure That cloud guy is
returned before I do anything..)
>Tifa is just impressed with the sheer amount of bandages @.@ Didn't know they
made rolls that long.
>Ryan used several, actually.
>Rachel says, "Come on, inside where it's warm. Where you won't freeze. Hell,
where _I_ won't freeze, dressed like this."
>Tifa says, "Good idea @.@;"
>Ryan looks at rachel. No, even he doesn't stare now. Woah @_o
>Tifa is chilled in her clothing, but if she wore this on Gaea's cliff, she'll
live.
>Ryan shrugs. "Don't see why not." He's not very cold, but then again, he
doesn't have any bare skin showing anyway
>Rachel has lots. Brrrr.
>Abruptly, the air outside the bar begins to ripple, a white light flashing
briefly.
>Foil . o O ( Here we go.. )
>Tifa decides Ryan must be REALLY sick. So she goes to carry him in over her
shoulder, deciding if he could walk he could ogle. She stops and peers at the
distortion.
>Lev is covered with body-temperature regulating bodysuit on underneath the
dress-clothes. He wouldn't notice it was cold if a blizard was out at the
moment.
>Harken seems to fold into existence several yards in the air, dropping lightly
to her feet despite the heavy armor she wears.
>Harken arrives, with Cloud following behind.
>Rachel . o O ( Oh, shi... )
>Tifa @.@
>Ryan turns to Harken. He smiles, looking rather like a mummy man right now,
holding up his right hand. "Hiya again!"
>Foil smirks at this . o O (Well well...she puts her money where her mouth is.
Good to know)
>Harken arrives with her cloak drawn close about her. As she drops to the
ground, she turns to face the battered Ryan, drawing her cloak back to reveal
Cloud pulled closely against her. "I believe we had a deal, Twinblade."
>Ryan nods to harken. "Ayup. Hiya, Cloud!" @_^
>Lev snorts. "They have scythe-wielding maniacs here too, I see."
>Foil hehs. o O (Perfect. Alright.. now to figger out this water works deal
thats goin down.)
>Harken pushes Cloud to arm's length--his hands are tied tightly behind him.
With his back to her, Harken raises her scythe in a salute to Ryan--then brings
it down toward Cloud's exposed back.
>Tifa O.O "Cloud!" How Tifa-esque, her entire attention went right to Cloud the
moment he was visible. You could be all be naked and she wouldn't notice.
>Cloud looks up slowly, his eyes going towards Harken.
>Ryan doesn't have anywhere good enough reflexes to react. Hell, he isn't even
ogling the ladies! And lookit Rachel!
>Lev raises a gun. Levels. Closes one eye, and pulls the trigger, sending a
kawaii minature missle bearing towards the scythe's handle.
>*Rrrrrrrrip*. The rope binding Cloud's hands fray neatly beneath the blade,
releasing him without marking him at all. Lev's missile bounces harmlessly off
the scythe's haft.
>Foil . o O ( Some people don't know a rope untiing when they see one. )
>Lev blinks. He scratches his chin. "Your point, you made an ass out of me."
>Tifa phews @.@;; And remembers to breathe.
>You whisper, "Is there any REASON you're dressed like that, anyway?" to Rachel.
>Rachel whispers, "I was tending bar." to you.
>Harken smirks at Lev briefly before she steps in to murmur something quietly to
Cloud.
>Foil never even so much as tensed. Afterall.. if She impaled Cloud he could
probably have nailed her while her weapon was stuck. He's just practical that
way.
>You whisper, "Ah. Tht Tifa school of fashion design, ne?" to Rachel.
>Cloud says, "..." as he looks towards Lev. Then back towards Tifa. He lowers
his head. "I'm... sorry."
>Harken mumbles, "Twinblade ..... no .. you still owe ..... a ..... ..
..... .. I've not ..... ..... ..... entertained in ..... .. Until
..... .." to Cloud.
>Rachel whispers, "It gets me bigger tips. And attracts more customers. ;)" to
you.
>Lev watches the missile soar through the air with a grim air of amusement.
"...Very...impressive. Now I remember why I stick to non-conventional weapons."
>You whisper, "It also attracts Ryan ^0^ Well, if he wasn't woozy with
morphine" to Rachel.
>Harken steps back, her delivery completed. She nods to Ryan. "Until next time,
baby."
>Harken springs into the air, folding silently away into nothingness within
moments.
>Harken has left.
>Ryan smiles at Harken as she exits @_^
>Foil watches this exchange..nods . o O (Score one Ryan. Good goin dude.) then
immediately darts his gaze to Astrid.
>Ryan says, "Weren't we heading inside?" At the moment, he's thinking he's
currently at Shangri-La, not that it matters to any of you.
>Tifa goes over to Cloud, checking him over for injuries o.o She hasn't said
much today.
>Foil idly steps between the door and Astrid. If people go inside he is not
following. But otherwise waits with his arms crossed.
>Astrid makes no move to follow. He merely watches the party go silently. "...."
>Foil . o O ( C'mon people..it's cold out...go on inside... )
>Tifa. o O (Wah! He's hurt ;_;) "Hai.. Please, it's much warmer in there.."
>Rachel folds her arms over her chest, shivering.
>l cloud
Cloud
Hair of the brightest gold you've ever seen sticks up in tufts from the head of
this man, Cloud Strife. Although his lean sinewy body is well represented in
the dark blue jumpsuit, it is a tense form, as this man shifts side to side
occasionally, keeping a wary eye on his surroundings.
Most movements he makes, though, are slow and deliberate. Dried blood covers
various spots of his body, and little nicks and scratches, as well as one long
gash down his side, covers his body. His face is bruised, a blooming black and
blue flower slowly forming on his right cheek. His blue eyes, usually so
clear, are just a bit dulled, but still intensely watching his surroundings.
His lips remain a thin line, somber and defiant.
Carrying:
materia possessed list, and Midgaard City Map
>Lev simply waits for eveyone to get back in already...he's reconsidering that
drink Rachel offered. >.<;
>l lev
Vell
Lev is and isn't what you'd expect in a rogue buisnessman who makes his living
at the cost of others...but being the choice vigilante of the law as well as
the underworld, it sort of makes sense in a way. In fact, he's quite
distinguished compared to most inviduals. And definately far from 'dull'.
Despite whatever is told in the hushed whispers of the bars in which the sort
of 'buisness propositions' he deals in are discussed, he's actually quite a
handsome man, even if he is a rugged one. His current attire is a brown
trenchcoat over a black velvet dress-shirt which hangs loosely about his
muscular frame, a silver disc for a pendant dangling loosely by its chain at
his breastbone. For pants, he wears loose brown slacks, although slightly
foreign to modern fashion design, but the same can be said for the
forementioned shirt...subtly different than anything you've seen. The
trenchcoat covers the sides of it with room to spare, so you can only imagine
what methods of persuasion could be lying in wait for the unwary.
His face strikes as somewhat strange as well; his hair jet black, shaved thin
ever so -slightly- along the sides, unshaved beard stubble quite evident, as if
he's been too busy lately to bother with such a trivial thing. And with that he
turns away, leaving you to make what you will of him...but he probably couldn't
care less in any event.
Carrying:
Midgaard City Map
>Tifa opens the door to the bar, walking in without a second thought.
>Tifa has left.
>Rachel has left.
>7
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, and Tifa ]
[Things : None ]
>Vell has arrived.
>Cloud has arrived.
>Rachel heads immediately back into the kitchen, enjoying the warmth back there
as she starts a fresh pot of coffee.
>Cloud quietly walks in, upon which he immediately heads for the stairs to go
upstairs, not saying a word. On the steps, though, he pauses, and looks towards
Ryan. "... thank you."
>Ryan sits down at the bar. Probably won't be drinking much; want to avoid
further brain damage. At Cloud's words, he looks up, and over to him. "...
Sure."
>Lev makes for his seat, the one with miscellanious equipment here and there
about it. He tosses the minature-launcher onto the ground(*ominous clatter,
accompanied by a general sense of forboding as such that accompanies Momo
patting a warhead*), and flops back into his chair.
>Cloud cast a final look at Tifa before going upstairs. As he goes, you'll
notice, his trademark big sword is gone.
>Tifa looks at Cloud on the stairs, silent again. . o O (He's back, at the
least.)
>Cloud has left.
>Tifa says, "....Someone tell me what happened? ^_^;;"
>Lev has no clue, but sums it up in two words anyway: "Long day."
>Tifa x.x;;
>Ryan speaks up. Whether he's a reliable source is debatable. "I challeneged
Harken in Cloud's place."
>Rachel comes back out from the kitchen just in time to hear that. "And
apparently, you won."
>Tifa says, "Eeh?? That was a dangerous thing to do, Ryan-san o.o;;"
>Tifa. o O (But he got Cloud back *_*)
>Ryan says, with an idiotic smile, "Very stupid thing to do."
>Tifa says, "...But you won? @.@ . o O (Wow, he CAN do more then undress women
with his eyes..)"
>Well, not MUCH more. He does prefer to undress them with his hands, after all.
"Apparently.
>Rachel says, "And like I said before, very brave."
>Tifa nodnods o.o;
>Ryan replies, "Nah, mostly stupid." @_^
>Tifa says, "Thank you o.o It was a dangerous thing to do, but thank you."
>Tifa bows, then looks upstairs. "I'm going to go check on him, be right back."
>Rachel asks, "Ryan?"
>Tifa has left.
>Ryan blinks, saying out of the blue, "Cool." @_o "When'd you put in the 8'
high lava lamp, Queen Elizabeth?" @_^
>Susano has arrived.
>Faris has arrived.
>Ryan looks a lot like Shishio Makoto. Or, for the Kenshin impaired, your
typical mummy man. His left arm is in a sling.
>Rachel waves to the newcomers from behind the bar.
>Faris eases into the door, immediately striding over to a seat to plop herself
down into it uncerimoniously.
>Susano steps in from outside, slowly walking to his usual table. He sits down
and leans against it, checking out the patrons present right now.
>Ryan is high on morphine! @_^
>Lev is dusting char off his dress-shirt. Long day? Yes.
>Ryan bets his was longer
>Rachel . o O ( Guys. )
>Faris plops her elbows on the bar and grins big at Rachel. "Hey. You have any
sake back there?"
>Rachel says, "Sure. Coming right up."
>Susano checks out the patrons and sees nothing very promising. He slumps onto
the table and waits for other people to enter.
>Ryan beams at Rachel. "Do you have any motor oil? Ulysses is tried." @_^
Nooo head trauma here...
>Faris nods, sitting back again and probing around in a pouch. At Ryan's words,
she glances that way and blinks. . o O (...hoboy. What dragon chewed _hhim_ up?)
>Rachel delivers Faris' order. And winces, hearing how gone Ryan is.
>Faris slides a handful of yen across the bartop, as well as a tip for Rachel.
She then proceeds to upend the sake, hardly pausing to breath. *glug*
>Ryan exclaims, "And I'll have some water." Pause. "Wow, pixies!"
>Lev glances at Rachel, and forces a grin. "I'll take you up on that drink now."
x.x
>Faris turns to look at Ryan. "I'll bite. What in the world did he go through to
leave him looking like that?"
>Ryan answers with a smile. Well, hehas all his teeth, at least. "Got in a
little fight." @_^ (Hmm..., if it's bandaged, might be better as //_^ )
>Rachel OOCly watches Ayanami Ryan? ^_-
>Ryan (OOC) Hey! I'm much more lecherous then she is! //_O
>Rachel nods to Lev, and gets him his beer.
>Faris wasn't exactly talking to Ryan... she didn't figure he could answer it
quite right. But when he does, she looks over at him more intently and winces.
"A _little_ fight? I've seen better bodies after a week in the drink, you know.
I wouldn't call it LITTLE."
>Ryan sweatdrops. "Would you believe, bigger than some?"
>Ryan blinks. Hmm, painkiller is starting to wear off. And this really hurts.
>Arin has arrived.
>Arin more or less wanders in, making as much noise as would a shadow.
>Ryan does his impression of Shishio. Bandaged from head to toe, left arm in a
sling.
>Faris rubs a hand over her face, frowning as she thinks a moment. After a bit,
it looks like whatever result came to mind is settled, and she looks up at Ryan
again., "Look, you want some help with that?"
>Ryan asks, "Help with what?" //_o
>Faris just shakes her head and smirks. "....never mind, then." She spins back
around to finish the last few drops out of her drink. "Not a bother, if you'd
rather work on healing... that, up without any help."
>Ryan asks again. "Healing?"
>Faris nods, setting the sake container down to be picked up (and maybe
refilled?). "That's right. You look like you went through a shredder. I figred
that if you could do anything about it, you already would have."
>Ryan asks again. "You?" //_o Okay, maybe the painkillers haven't ENTIRELY
worn off yet...
>Faris is looking pretty calm. "Who else? I wouldn't try talking for anyone else
in the place."
>Arin stands in one corner ofthe establishment, listening with a mildly bemused
look to his face.
>Ryan blinks. You can almost hear the sound of rusty gears struggling to turn.
Ah, there we go. *creak* "Are you a healer?" //_9
>Lev downs his beer with a yawn. "Thank you."
>Faris gives in to the urge this time, and sets her palm against her face,
covering her other eye.. the one not covered by hair. "I can heal, yes.
Otherwise, I wouldn't offer to do it for you." . o O (....why am I bothering?
He's not coherant, for goodness' sake!)
>Ryan ponders that for a moment... pause... pause... he looks down at himself...
pause... pause... "That might come in handy."
>Susano has disconnected.
>Arin looks up at Faris, solid silver eyes reflecting none ofthe emotion on his
face. "You're right."
>Faris looks at Arin, peering at the eyes for a moment, before asking, "I'm
right in what?"
>Arin shrugs. "He's not." His only explaination for apparently 'hearing' Faris'
thought is, "I'm good at reading body language, you might say." Of course, that
response could also apply from just watching Ryan.
>Faris peers more thouroughly at the man, then points a finger at him. "Stay out
of m head, would you? I _hate_ that, I mean, _really_, I hate it."
>Arin tilts his head to the side. "Oh? How can you be sure I was, when it's
clear as day, just from watching him?"
>Faris asks, "What was as clear as day?"
>Arin shakes his head, slowly... "That's he's, more or less, incoherent."
>Faris smirks. "And just how did you know I was thinking that, then?"
>Ryan blurts in, "I'm quite coherent!" Pause. "Wow, pretty stars."
>Arin tilts his head again. "You expressed frustration. Inference led me to
predict that you were thinking about how hopeless it was, and therefore how out
of it he was." He gives a slight smirk. "So lay off."
>Faris narrows her eyes again at the man. The entirety of the look reads, 'I
don't believe you, Suckah'. She then turns her full attention back to Ryan,
deliberately ignoring Arin. "Sure you are. Now, were you looking for that
healing, or shall I leave you to stagger a while?"
>Ryan replies, "Staggering is kind of fun!" pause. "But I'd like to be able to
use the hand."
>Arin claps his hands together once. Speaking to Faris, though he knows that she
ignored him, he murmurs. "Well done. A lovely display. I almost felt it."
>Faris isn't hearing anything from Arin. Nosirree. "That much I can handle
pretty easily." She glances at the rest of it, then back again at Ryan. , o O
(Have to remember to hear the rest of the story after this)
>Of course, just because his injuries will be healed, doesn't mean he still
won't be doped up //.n
>Arin walks quietly over towards Ryan and Faris. "So what do you do for a
living, anyway? Oh, wait. Don't tell me. Let me consult my Magic 8-ball
first...mind-reader that I must be," he murmurs softly, trying to get a rise
out of Faris for some obscure reason.
>Faris eyes the hand again, as though trying to decide what she should use to
fix it. After a moment, she shtrugs and clasps her hands together, chanting
briefly under her breath. At the end of the chant, she reaches to tap that
hand. And the area surrounding it, of course. She isn't saying anything to
Arin. Probably letting him guess.
>Arin pretends to shake something, looking intently at the empty space. "Answer
hazy -- ask pirate." He looks at Faris. "So..what do you say? Oop. Cat's out of
the bag."
>Wow. Faris sure is holding that calm face pretty well. "I already told you,
stay out of my head, Wizard." She taps the hand again, chanting "Cure 2" as she
does so.
>Arin chuckles. "Wizard? Hardly."
>Ryan blinks as he bends his wrist. "Cool! I never knew madonna could do that!"
//_^
>Faris pushes back into her chair, rubbing her hands together after that. "Think
you can handle the rest? You're liable to come out of it with a few good
scars."
>Ryan says, "This ain't any worse then the time I went up against that
time-traveling dog." //_^
>( Ryan vs. Mr. Peabody! Live on Pay-Per-View! )
>Ryan isn't hallucinating this time. Not that'd you'd be able to tell.
>You know, it's wierd. Faris actually seems to react relatively well to
something like that. "Mmhmm." is all she says, as she turns on her stool and
looks for the waitress. Arin? What Arin?
>Luke has arrived.
>Ryan is bandaged up, rather like a mummy, actually. Probably overkill...
>Luke tips his hat. Hey, ya'll. [OOC]
>Rachel busies herself mixing drinks and taking care of people's orders.
>Arin chuckles, walking up beside Faris' seat. "You think I feel this, do you?"
he asks, the question not seeming to have any meaning.
>Ryan turns back to Rachel. "Oh yeah, you have any water or anything, I have
this bad taste in my mouth..."
>You whisper, "Ryan is ogling you now. Painkillers must be wearing off. //_O"
to Rachel.
>Luke, knocking on the door several times casually steps in after finding it
unlock. In steps a tall man, clothed mostly in leather, brown. From his boots
to his jeans to his jacket to his wide-brimmed Stetson hat. Except perhaps for
his red woolen scarf, which he takes off upon entering the bar which shows a
blonde-haired pre-adult man, with deep eternal blue eyes and thin, piercing
lips, curled into a stoic smirk. The man tilts his hat upward, taking away even
less of the shadow and waves with one gloved hand while the other reaches for
something in his pocket. Luke cases the visitors in here and drawls in an
Arizonian Cowboy accent, "...Howdy. Heard from me friend dis place serves da'
best drink in town. I'm sure ya'll won't dissapoint me, eh?"
>Rachel brings Ryan a tall glass of ice water. With a smile, she asks, "You a
little more here, now?"
>Faris looks upwards towards Arin, rolling her eyes to look at him as Luke comes
through. "What do you mean, anyway?"
>Ryan gives a thumbs up //_^ "Of course!" Pause. "But when'd the 7th Heaven
move to Shangri-la?"
>Arin spreads his arms. "Any of this. Do you think that I feel it?" Again, no
readily apparent meaning.
>Rachel just answers Ryan smoothly, without missing a beat, "Tuesday."
>Ryan nods. "Gotcha. Must've missed it." //_-
>Rachel asks, "Hey, Ryan?"
>Harken pages, "Duh. My bad. Just saw you saying goodbye, not Vincent. @.@" to
you.
>Ryan blinks. "Yeah?" //_^ . o O ( When'd she change into that outfit? //_*
)
>Faris blinks, then looks around the room and back at Arin. "You know, I still
have no idea what you're talking about."
>Luke wraps his scarf across his elbow while looking at all the patrons
casually. Luke, taking a seat near the bar, sits upon a stool and looks head,
tapping his fingers while he waits for service.
>Arin breathes out heavily, shaking his head. Quietly, he murmurs, "All of this.
I smile. I laugh. I cry. I frown. But do I feel anything behind those
expressions? No. Nothing."
>Rachel asks, "You here enough to know who I am, now?"
>Ryan blinks, peers at Rachel, blinks, peers at rachel again. "Oh yeah, you're
Rachel!" //_^
>Ryan . o O ( *sounds of rusty gears turning* ... Waitminute... I have the
feeling I'm in trouble, for some reason //_o; )
>Faris shakes her head. "I don't know... you mean that you can't feel a thing?"
>Rachel nods. "Good. Then you'll know who I am when I do this..." And she
leans across the bar and presses her lips softly against Ryan's, mindful of his
bandages.
>Ryan blinks. He may be drugged, but he isn't an idiot. //_o
>Arin takes the opportunity to sit. "More or less, correct." He smiles
momentarily. "Yet..sometimes I can perceive other's base feelings...and I was
in the mood for some conflict. I felt as though you deserved an explanation for
my...mmn..behaviour."
>Faris drums her fingers. "And you think that's an explanation? Well, to each
his own, I suppose." She looks as though she's simmered down some, and she
looks to Rachel and Ryan. Oops. Better order that refil in a bit.
>Lev applauds dryly, with a smirk. But not in ire. ^_^ "And thus, the hunter is
slain by his own prey."
>Rachel pulls back, but her face remains very close to Ryan's. "You risked your
life for your friend. You did something that was debatably stupid, but
unquestionably brave. Because it was the only right thing to do. For that,
you've earned my respect."
>Ryan boggles for a moment. Hmm, why did those darn painkillers have to wear off
now. "Well, I couldn't just hand over the plans to the city's infrastructure to
her..."
>Arin hmms. "Well, that is the best I can give. To understand fully, you would
have to kill off all of your emotions as I did, and then be able to sense
others' on some level.. Not the best test, really."
>Faris is half-listening to what's being said over with Ryan et al, but her
attention for the most part is on Arin. She snickers. "hardly something I plan
to do."
>Rachel smiles at Ryan. "Hush. Heal. You still owe me a date, remember?"
>Ryan blinks, trying to remember something . o O ( .... //_O ) He looks
down at Rachel, giving a thumbs up. He also pulls his left arm out of the
sling, seeing as how the bones aren't broken anymore.
>Luke glances to each side, looking about the bar for some sort of bartender as
the cowboy becomes increasingly impatient with the speed.
>Arin mmmns, pausing. "Exactly. You don't have the problem that I do," he
murmurs ominously.
>Rachel goes back to taking care of her customers. Drinks are made, food
fetched, and glasses and bottles juggled behind the bar in the process, with a
flair that was missing, earlier.
>Ryan rubs the back of his neck, trying to remember something. "... Cloud!" He
stands up. "I'll be right back..."
>Faris arches her eyebrows at Arin at that, then glances at Ryan. "bvett not go
off half-cocked. At least get someone to get out there with you, unless you
want to end up worse than you are." See, he looks like the loser in a fight..
>Ryan blinks. "No... he's upstairs. I think."
>Arin smiles slightly. "I wager that anyone enough to threaten me won't find
that they like the outcome of their aggression."
>Ryan, on that note, heads upstairs
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Seventh Heaven Bar - Upstairs Hallway
The upstairs hallway is a long thin passage that ends with a window on the
other side of the building. It's mostly free of decorations, and looks to be
built with less expensive wood then the downstairs area. Doorways lead off
into various rooms, most normally used for storage. One, however, bears the
label "Tifa's Room" on the door, and another next to it has a sheet of paper
tacked to it proclaiming, "Cloud's Room". Currently, the storage rooms have
been converted, as there's no longer as many things needing storage here.
Three rooms besides the guest room which fill the upstairs hallway look to have
been changed over, with locks on front of each for privacy.
[Exits : Room (3), Room (2), Room (1), (G)uest Room, (C)loud's Room, (T)ifa's
Room, and (D)ownstairs ]
[Things : None ]
>You page-pose, "Ryan knocks on the door" to Cloud and Tifa
>In a page-pose to Cloud and you, Tifa opens the door for Ryan, "hai?"
>c
Seventh Heaven Bar - Cloud's Room
You see nothing special.
[Exits : (O)ut ]
[Players : Tifa, and Cloud ]
[Things : None ]
>Cloud looks back towards Ryan, then back down at the floor.
>Ryan peeks his head in. Oddly, his left arm isn't in the sling now.
>Tifa smiles tiredly at Ryan. "Is everything allright? "
>Tifa. o O (.....)
>Ryan nods to Tifa. "Yeah... I just wanted to see how spikey was doing. Didn't
think he'd be beat up THAT badly." Short pause. "Though, after this..."
>Cloud says, "... ... ... Harken was a very difficult foe." He looks up quietly.
"... she doesn't tire. After four hours..."
>Ryan sighs. "Tell me about it... we'll have to compare notes sometime..."
>Tifa stiffens slightly, looking at the both of you uncomfortably. Four hours?
Jesus.. . o O (I'm going to have a talk with Harken x.x)
>Ryan fought her for over four hours himself, but that's a different story.
>Cloud nods quietly. "... living metal." He looks back at Ryan. "Did you try
freezing her and then heating her?"
>Ryan asks to Tifa, "So, he's like gonna be okay, right?" To Cloud, "I'm not a
wizard, doofus. Only way I won was staying inside the range of her scythe"
>Cloud says, "... that too."
>Ryan winces. "Wasn't ENTIRELY effective..."
>Cloud shakes his head. "... How did you beat her?"
>Tifa asks, "...How'd you win, then? I don't know, why don't you ask him?"
>Ryan shakes his head. "Just hitting her. Over and over and over again." He
chuckles, though it's broken off by a wince. "Hey, I'm Ryan, takes more than
some psycho metal chick to take me down."
>Cloud shakes his head. "... ... ..."
>Ryan winks. "Don't get that look on your face. 'Sides, I cheated anyway."
>Tifa looks at Cloud. See? That's the only reason he won over you. "I see..
Well.. At least it's over. You two look awfully banged up.."
>Well, that and giving Harken a distraction. "This ain't any worse then when I
fought that time-traveling dog." Hmm, maybe the pain-killers haven't ENTIRELY
worn off yet.
>Cloud blinks, slowly turning to Tifa. "Time-traveling... dog?"
>Tifa says, "The.. What? @.@"
>Ryan nods. "Dr. Peachbody. Actually, he wasn't so bad, it was his attack boy
that was a pain in the rear."
>Cloud looks back at Ryan. "... Attack boy?"
>Tifa @.@;;
>Ryan nods. looks QUITE serious. "Yeah, Benji."
>Cloud says, "... never mind."
>Tifa just o.o
>Cloud coughs. "Ryan...? Maybe you should... rest?"
>Ryan waves his hand dismissively. "Nah, except for the stabbing pain, I'm
perfectly fine."
>Cloud asks, "... ..." as he looks up at Ryan. Take a look at him yet?
>Tifa says, "Stabbing pain isn't a good thing o.o;"
>Ryan looks over at Cloud. "You don't look too good, though."
>Cloud says, "... ... ..." as he looks at Ryan. Pot. Kettle. Black.
>Ryan says to Tifa, "Well... if he's otherwise okay, I probably not need to hang
around here."
>Tifa says, "Ryan-san, if there's anything you need.."
>Ryan shakes his head. "Nah... just hope we don't have any more trouble. I doubt
Harken's real happy..."
>Tifa says, "I hope so too.. -.-;"
>Cloud nods quietly... "... but she has my sword and my materia."
>Ryan blinks. "... That isn't good."
>Tifa says, "You can have my materia, and I'm sure there's a sword *somewhere*
for you in the meantime.."
>Cloud says, "..." as he looks over at Tifa. "But... what about you? Won't you
need it for...?"
>Tifa shrugs, "I rarely use any of it. It's allright, you can have it."
>Ryan frowns. "So... she didn't lose in the end..."
>Cloud shakes his head slowly. "... but on the other hand, Ryan. It seems that
these "living metal"... they're not united."
>Ryan blinks. "How do you know?"
>Tifa sighs, lost in thought.
>Cloud says, "... because I talked to several of them. I was on... their
spaceship."
>Ryan blinks, and narrows his eyes. Or, at least the unbandaged one. "... I
guess my suspicion was right, then."
>Cloud says, "... what suspicion, Ryan?"
>Ryan blinks. "That the big 'ol thing in orbit was their spaceship?"
>Tifa has disconnected.
>Cloud nods quietly.
>Ryan sighs. "... Well, at least that clears up one thing. I'm heading back
downstairs, if you don't mind."
>Cloud nods quietly...
>o
Seventh Heaven Bar - Upstairs Hallway
The upstairs hallway is a long thin passage that ends with a window on the
other side of the building. It's mostly free of decorations, and looks to be
built with less expensive wood then the downstairs area. Doorways lead off
into various rooms, most normally used for storage. One, however, bears the
label "Tifa's Room" on the door, and another next to it has a sheet of paper
tacked to it proclaiming, "Cloud's Room". Currently, the storage rooms have
been converted, as there's no longer as many things needing storage here.
Three rooms besides the guest room which fill the upstairs hallway look to have
been changed over, with locks on front of each for privacy.
[Exits : Room (3), Room (2), Room (1), (G)uest Room, (C)loud's Room, (T)ifa's
Room, and (D)ownstairs ]
[Things : None ]
>d
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 : Luke, Arin, Faris, and Rachel ]
[Sleepers: Susano ]
[Things : None ]
>Ryan walks back downstairs, rubbing the back of his neck with his right hand.
>Arin takes a moment to look over at Luke. He shakes his head. "I am only a
threat if hungry or threatened. I am..neither...at the moment."
>Rachel asks, "Ryan, how's Cloud?"
>Ryan takes a seat at the bar with a sigh (and a wince). "... Been better."
>Rachel asks, "But he'll be okay?"
>Ryan nods
>Rachel asks, "Tifa with him?"
>Faris rolls her eyes slightly at Arin's comments. . o O (...not _another_ one?)
>Luke looks over at Ryan, greeting him with a wave of his free hand since the
other clutches a hamburger. Luke spins his chair back around and looks at
Rachel, muttering not-quite-to-himself. "Warnings are threats made by milksops,
boy." and takes another bite from his burger, looking over towards Rachel and
Ryan, inquiring gently and earnestly who is Cloud and what might be wrong with
him.
>Ryan nods to rachel
>Rachel says, "Good. Then he has what he needs most, at the moment."
>Ryan says, "Well, he could probably use some asprin too..."
>Arin smiles mysteriously. His hearing isn't that bad, for he responds, "Warning
come from those afraid of what they might do to others unawares...or something
like that."
>Luke, without even giving Arin the civility of eye contact, mutters. "Sure,
man." and looking over at Ryan, smiling warmly at him. "Hey. You looked bettah
than when I came in. Feelin' alright?"
>Ryan blinks, looking over at Luke. "Never better! Even when I haven't been beat
up."
>Luke calmly snickers to himself, grinning since he overheard Rachel give him
praise. . o O (Yesh. Getting a date and a kiss from her'd put the soul back in
any corpse. Who says being a hero sucks?) and goes back to finishing off his
hamburger, drinking the last of the beer that's in it. The man calmly looks
towards Ryan. "Say...sirrah. Could ya'll help me out abit?"
>Ryan hmms in Luke's direction. "... Yeah?"
>Luke swivels his barstool over in Ryan's direction, relaxedly resting an elbow
on the counter, drawling in his Southern accent. "...Know yer way around town,
right? I'ma newcomer to these parts, and haven't a clue about 'dis town. So
could ya' answer a few of me questions?" Luke looks at Rachel again, flipping a
gold coin in her direction. "Missus, give me a cold ale. Cold as a' Cossack in
Siberia." Luke points at Ryan. "Whatchoo want? On the house."
>Ryan rubs the back of his neck. "Well... uh... I hear that city hall hands out
maps. It's a few blocks south. And I'm not all that thirsty."
>Rachel blinks at the added coin. And gets Luke what he wants.
>Arin's gaze finally wanders over the bar. "I fail to see the charm that you see
in drink of this nature.." He pauses, then looks at Faris. "What is it, anyway?"
>Luke shrugs a bit, shaking his head at Ryan. "Nah, nah. That's not what I
mean." The cowboy pilot leans in closer to Ryan, looking him dead in the eye
with his own deep eternal blue ones. "I mean as in stuff you can' just get at a
store. Ya' know...like who to avoid, who to meet, who not to tick off, the
latest gossip. Stuff like 'dat."
>Ryan blinks. "Oh. Well... uh, sure, shoot."
>Faris hms? "Sake. It's... uh.. it's a sort of alcoholic drink." Sh shrugs. "Not
as strong as some, but it's pretty good, I think."
>Luke counts his fingers. "Well, fer one, Ya'll could answer the ones I first
asked, mistah..."
>Luke tries remembering Ryan's name. "Mistah...um..."
>Arin tilts his head. "Why do you insist on drinking something that doubles as a
toxin?"
>Ryan says, "Ryan."
>Faris shrugs again. "It isn't that bad. Hardly. Gives a good buzz. Helps me
relax. I love the stuff."
>Luke completes his sentece. "Mistah Ryan. I had a fellah pilot named Ryan
Kordsmeier. Anyways, could ya' tell me some stuff? Like who ta avoid, who ta
meet, who not ta tick off, the latest gosseep."
>Ryan reaches up to rub his chin with his right hand. Left one may not be broken
anymore, but it's still a tad sore. "Hmm... well... really three people you
want to stay away from. A chick named Esmerelda, a company named Sensou, and a
bunch of weirdos named the 'Metal Demons'"
>Arin shrugs. "I sense the detrimental effect.." He suddenly stops as Ryan
mentions 'Esmeralda.' He tenses, looking for all the world like a very irate
statue.
>Ryan holds up his right index finger. "Basically, avoid those guys like the
plague and you'll be fine."
>Faris hmmphs again. "Not _that_ detrimental." she argues again. "I can handle
it. And if not, I can deal with it." *sip*
>Luke counts his fingers. "Yesh, I know Esmerelda. Be damned if I know Sensoo 'n
what the **** is a metal demon?"
>Ryan hmms, rubbing the back of his neck. "She sure gets around... Well, uh,
Sensou's a big company. Their staff is a bit on the unfriendly side. And the
metal demons just don't like people."
>Arin finally regains some semblance of control of his motor functions. He looks
back at Faris. "That stuff is more then poison to just you."
>Luke rubs his neck, licking the blood from his hamburger off of his lips. "Now
then. Are dese like 'talk big easy ***whipping' punks or 'do evil stuff still
get their *** smoked' kinda prickears?"
>Ryan says, "The latter."
>Faris mmphs vaguely at Arin. *sip*
>Luke hmmms... "Ya' know enny of 'dem? Describe one of them things ta' me."
>Arin hmphs. "Very well. If you can't explain, then apparently I have to find
out for myself why you enjoy sending your essense into flux." He looks at
Rachel. "Ahh..what exactly do you have here?"
>Ryan rubs the back of his neck. "Well... ah... Es-chan's a girl, don't look
like much, but..."
>Luke asks, "....but?"
>Ryan says, "Well... um... lets just say she don't play fair"
>Rachel turns to Arin. "You want something to drink?"
>Ryan turns his head to ogle Rachel. Painkiller's wearing off, yup. //_^;
>Arin nods hesitantly. "What is there? I am..unfamiliar."
>Luke shrugs and lights another cigarette, blowing smoke out the side of his
mouth as not to get any in Ryan's face. Luke offers Ryan a cigarette, raising
an eyebrow at Arin. "You smoke, man?"
>Arin shakes his head. "No.. I do not."
>Rachel says, "Well, there's a lot to choose from. You'd probably better start
off with something that's not that strong."
>Arin nods to Rachel. "That would probably be for the best."
>Luke looks over at Ryan. "...you fight these prickears by yourself or you have
a group?"
>Rachel grabs a mug and draws a clear, pale ale for Arin. "Here, try this. It
has a good flavor and isn't that potent."
>Ryan rubs the back of his neck. "Usually in a group..."
>Arin nods, picking up the mug and looking at it for a...rather long interval
before finally taking a hesitant sip.
>Rachel turns back to Luke and Ryan. "Oh, he has help. Like me, for example.
Isn't that right, Ryan?"
>Rachel grins.
>Ryan sweatdrops, but grins back at Rachel. "Of course."
>Rachel asks, "Like the other night when my partner and I saved your butt?"
>Luke rubs the back of his neck, searching for humility. "Well...I know it's not
natural for a strange to ask, but, might I join yer merry men? It's not like
I'm tied down to anything and I've been searching fer something to belong to."
>Arin pauses...takes another sip. Another. Then he takes a rather large gulp.
o.o o.O o.@
>Ryan blinks. "Come again?" He's used to foes that're way out of human league...
>Ryan turns back to Rachel. "... Er... eheh."
>Faris chuckes a little at Arin, taking a drink of her oewn. "....you get used
to it." She finally gives in to the urge and leans over, *thumping* him on the
back conspiratorilly.
>Arin squints at what's left of the liquid in the mug. "Sho whatsh sho good
aboush thish shtuff, anywhoz?" he asks Faris.
>Arin hiccups as Faris thumps his back. Musta been some hiccup, because now he
looks a lot different.
>Arin morphs into a hybrid.
>Luke looks at Ryan right in the eye. "I sed I'd like ta' join yer group."
>Faris sits back again. Eheh. "Guess it's a matter of taste. Personally, i think
it looks just fine.": She looks at her glass again and downs the rest, setting
the cup to the side again.
>Ryan holds his hands up defensively. "Woah, woah, you dunno what you're
asking..."
>Arin fits a brand-new muzzle into his mug and laps at the remaining brew.
"Sh'good...even if it doesh tick the **** out of the othersh."
>Faris can't help but look surprised at this new muzzle, although yes, she's
seen some pretty odd things before. Just... well... not a beast drinking ale.
>Luke looks at Ryan. "And why is 'dat mistah? Yer talking to a dude who used
to..." Luke pauses for a bit and shakes his head. "Ya'll can count un me. I
ain't a traitor and I ain't yellow. I got nowhere to go other than get
piss-drunk at taverns and sleep in seedy hotels."
>Ryan sweatdrops. "Well, it ain't like that simple, y'know? These guys are WAY
tough..."
>Ryan sweatdrops again. "'Sides, there's no official 'group' to join, anyway"
>Luke takes his eyes off of Ryan for a moment and looks over at Arin, eyes
opening. "Huh? HUH? What the ****?!"
>Arin doesn't seem to have noticed his little transformation until now. As
little as he's had, he seems pretty darn drunk at the moment. Looking down and
noticing he's rather fuzzy at the moment, he comments, "Wow. s'really put shome
hairsh on my chesht. Hee.."
>l arin
Arin
Arin J'ran, formerly a normal, if odd in manner, human has now shown
his "other" side. Namely, revealed himself as a were-creature.
He is not, however, a normal were. Rather than a specific animal
persona, he seems to be a hybrid of some sort -- most noticably of fox
and raccoon.
Large, fox-like ears poke out of his sandy-brown hair now, and a
muzzle, not quite as sharp as a fox's nor as blunt as a raccoon's,
pokes out from between his silver, pupiless eyes, which are now also
surrounded by a mask of dark grey fur.
In fact, his entire body is covered in grey, with alternating bands
of dark and light grey on a bushy fox-like tail, and "socks" of dark
grey on arms and legs.
He wears a loose, tunic-like shirt of deep indigo with wide sleeves,
and over that an old, yellow-tan cloak, somewhat frayed around the
edges. A red sash supports pants lack like the darkest night. Those
pants are carefully tucked into black leather boots with the tops
turned down, exposing the undyed, brown leather of the insides. Those
boots, save the area about the ankles, are taped over by bandages, most
likely to protect them from the harsher elements.
Carrying:
Midgaard City Map
>Ryan didn't seem to notice Arin. Or, if he did, he doesn't seem to care. Met
werethingies before, after all...
>Luke casually looks over at Ryan, trying to take his mind offa Arin. "...I've
been inta combat before. I rode a whirlybird straight at a German pillbox
bafore...what's da' deal here? They dun sound so tough..."
>Faris just winces at that, facepalming as her hair completely covers her face
for a moment. . o O (I'll pretend I didn't hear that... I'll pretend I didn't
hear that...) "You know, you've had a bit much. Might want to sleep it off."
Drunk werecreatures = bad thing.
>Ryan keeps his hands up defensively, "Well, have you fought a dragon before?"
>Arin looks at Faris, apparently having a hard time fixing on one point as his
head bobs and sway. "Oh, yeahsh? Welllllll...okie.." He decides, at that
moment, to take a nap on the bar. x.x
>Luke looks at Ryan, smiling smoothly. "Here, I have. Things ain't so tough. A
plumbumarium and a soften skin spell does da' trick." Luke sits up in his
barstool. "But what's tough is bustin' them balloons. ****ers explode if you
fly too close."
>Ryan . o O ( ... german pillbox? How drunk is this guy? O_o )
>Ryan blinks at that response. Okay, Luke'd fit right in. "... Er... anyway, not
my place to make choices anyway. I'm just the sidekick." ^^;
>Luke (OOC) HEYS! "I'm a World War One dude! A pillbox is a barricaded
machine-gun nest." 8)
>Ryan (OOC) knows what it is n.- I'm just saying, you look at tad young to
be a WW1 vet
>Luke says, "(OOC) Pilots are usually young, about 18-23rdsh."
>Ryan (OOC) Yeah, but WW1 was 70 years ago, canonically
>Luke (OOC) points to his species. "I'm a wight. An electrically reincarnated
corpse."
>Ryan (OOC) Yeah, but Ryan don't know that n.-
>Arin dreams, orsomething like that. x.x . o O ( Ooo...the chickens are
talking... )
>Luke says, "(OOC) Oooh...."
>Luke shrugs. "Anyways. Jus' thought I'd say so. Life's tough when you dun have
any friends, eh? Thanks fer talking to lil' ole me, sirrah. I should get to my
so-cahed 'home' befer it gets dark." Luke stands up in his seat, streches, and
holds his hand towards Ryan. "Nice meeting ya', sirrah Ryan."
>Ryan blinks, reaching out to the hand. "... Should see me when I haven't been
beat up."
>Luke shakes it firmly with his right hand and waves. Luke picks up his Stetson
cowboy hat and puts it on, also removing the red woolen scarf from his elbow
and wrapping it around his neck and chin. Luke walks towards the door, waving
to Ryan. "Say, sirrah. Name's Frank Luke...something got ya' earlier?"
>Luke asks, "If so, Ryan, wha' wuz it?"
>Ryan blinks. "Hmm? Yeah, one of them Metal Demons."
>Luke chuckles to himself before opening the door, letting a gust of autumn air
come in. "If I meet 'im, I'll be sure ta' give it a hearty *** beating for
whipping up on my new buddy. See yas." And so Frank Luke closes the door,
dissapearing from sight with only the trail of fading cigarette smoke to mark
his exit.
>Ryan . o O ( ... Great, more weird friends //_o )
>Faris has disconnected.
>Arin x.x . o O ( Oooo...now the cows..they're dancing... )
>Luke has disconnected.
>Arin d'ohs, and has to pass out in RL, too. o.-
>Ryan raps his finger on the bar . o O ( Boy this hurts //_o I'll watch Rachel
s'more to feel better. ) He does so.
>Arin has disconnected.
>Rachel looks at Ryan. "Need something?"
>Ryan blinks. "Erm... uh... got any asprin?" //^;
>Rachel says, "Yeah. Right here."
>Rachel finds a packet under the bar, a foil with two tablets.
>Ryan holds out his hand, not really paying attention //^;
>Rachel drops the packet into it, and serves up another glass of icewater.
>Ryan downs it, without out actually checking what it is first. "Do me a
favor... tell me when I'm doing something stupid next time."
>Rachel smiles wryly at Ryan. "Oh, you mean like saving your friend's life?"
>Ryan hmms. "No, not finding a better way to save a friends life before rabid
lady with a scythe nearly kills you."
>Ryan scowls. "Like trapping the battlefield beforehand." //_=
>Ryan goes to pat himself on the back, but winces before he finishes the motion.
"Gotta remember that one."
>Ryan looks back and forth during the akward silence. //_> //_< "So...
uh... anything happen while I was kicking Harken's butt?"
>Rachel says, "Oh, some."
>Ryan smiles warily. "Oh? Really?"
>Rachel says, "Some bat-winged psycho with a god complex showed up at the church
last night, and tried to steal Kigou's flute from Eden, but we fought him off."
>Ryan nearly falls out of his chair, stammering to himself. "... W..w..." . o O
( ... Could only be one person... )
>Rachel asks, "Ryan?"
>Ryan asks, as he recovers his dignity, "W... was he about yay tall, butt ugly,
... *describes Ginsu Kataki* ... and an obnoxious SOB?"
>Rachel says, "That'd be him."
>Ryan pales, even worse then his blood loss would indicate. "Awwwww
maaaaannn...."
>Rachel asks, "Ryan, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
>Ryan asks, "Y'know Lyrae, right...?"
>Rachel nods. "Yes...?"
>Ryan asks, "And you now that big company she's... and well, I'm in trouble
with? The one that really likes experimenting on people?"
>Rachel looks suddenly aghast. One of the few times you've seen her guard
completely broken. "_Experimenting_ on people? No one said anything before
about that..."
>Ryan nods slowly. "Yeah... well, that 'bat-winged psycho with a god-complex' is
their CEO. Now, at least..."
>Rachel says, "You must be kidding. He was a complete nutcase."
>Ryan shakes his head. "That bastard's the whole reason I was gone two days
ago... before, he was just a bastard, now he's a MAGIC bastard."
>Rachel says, "Last night, he came very close to being a _dead_ bastard."
>Ryan says, in dire seriousness, "... Really? At least he ain't invincible,
then."
>Rachel says, "No, he's not. He's incredibly tough, but he can be hurt. Once
we were able to keep up a sustained attack on him, so he didn't have time to
recover, we had him."
>Ryan nods. "Well... I wasn't expecting to hear from him so quickly, though."
>Rachel says, "I don't know why he wanted Kigou's flute so desperately, but he
was determined to get it. He almost did."
>Ryan frowns at that. "...? That doesn't make any sense."
>Rachel says, "Nutcases don't _have_ to make sense. And he was a raving one.
Kept claiming to be God, and seemed to believe it."
>Ryan crosses his arms, a bit gingerly with the left. "... Well, he has a good
claim to the title. But he's still just an obnoxious bastard."
>Rachel says, "Which corp is he from, anyway? The other day you mentioned
Shinra and Sensou, but I don't know anything about either of them besides their
names."
>Ryan hmms. "The latter one, Sensou. That's where Lyrae gets her name from...
Lyrae Sensou. Kataki murdered her father, who ran the place."
>Ryan . o O ( Her dad wasn't all that nice a guy... but Kataki is way worse... )
>Rachel blinks. "Oh. She never told me her last name."
>Ryan nods. "Well... she doesn't like to talk about it."
>Ryan says, "Don't really BLAME her."
>Rachel says, "I can see why."
>Ryan rubs his temple. "Great... now I've got Esmerelda, Harken, AND that magic
freak gunning for me."
>Rachel says, "All the more reason we need to get organized. And make plans."
>Ryan nods. "I agree ot that. 'Course, that Metal Demon spaceship hanging
overhead tends to get one paranoid."
>Ryan looks over at Rachel. "..."
>Ryan rubs the back of his neck. "Well... erm."
>Rachel asks, "Ryan?"
>Ryan blinks, looking over. "Hmm?"
>Rachel comes around the bar, and takes a seat next to you. "It's very hard for
me to admit this..."
>Ryan blinks. Odd question... "...?"
>Rachel says, in a very small voice, "I'm scared."
>Ryan goes deathly quiet. There's a noticable pause, before Ryan replies,
lacking his usual humorous tone, "Well... to be honest, I'm scared out of my
wits. I damn near died today, and so did Cloud. Esmerelda and Kataki are
running around, acting all high-'n-mighty, and I don't got a CLUE what those
Metal Demons are up to."
>Rachel says, "What's most terrifying to me is how different this world is from
my own. And how little of it I understand."
>Ryan says, a half-joking hint to his tone, "From what I've seen... just about
anything is possible, actually. Hell, some of the people running around here
are just plain weird."
>Rachel says, "Magic. To me it was something non-existent, a month ago.
Fairy-tale stuff. Not something that might kill me in some way I don't even
comprehend."
>Ryan says, "And like I said before, half those wizards don't have a clue how
technology works in return. So... you're not entirely defenseless." A pause.
"As for killing you, hey, that's what I'm here to stop, eh? Have to earn my
keep somehow..."
>Rachel gives you a look. "Not that I don't appreciate the help, but could you
please do me one favor?"
>Ryan blinks. "Yeah?"
>Rachel says, "Lose the sexist attitude? Even when you're trying to be nice,
you give off this 'females need males to protect them' air? It's getting old."
>Ryan sweatdrops. "... Oh. Sorry." . o O ( At least I didn't get slapped this
time. //_o ) "Hell, even I'm not stupid enough to stand in front of power
armor..."
>Alexander has arrived.
>Alex steps down to the main level, walking over to the bar...
>Ryan sits at the bar, Rachel on the seat next to him. Nobody appears to be
serving at the moment, but that might just be because of the small attendance.
>Alex hmms, looking behind the bar, around the room, then wanders into the
kitchen...
>Alexander has left.
>Ryan . o O ( What was that about...? )
>Ryan says, "Since I've managed to not only lose a few pints of blood, but also
make a complete idiot out of myself, I'm going to go to bed."
>Ryan stands up, walking towards the door, nowhere near as graceful as he
usually is. And, just to prove he's still a pig, "I love the outfit."
>o
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