ADVENTURER
heart's on fire tonight, feel my bones ignite, feels like war
played by
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posted on Mar 5, 2019 6:23:14 GMT by AYA
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Booze makes everything better. There wasn’t a soul alive that could tell Aya otherwise. One of the first (and in the future frequent trips to) Aya made a point to make was attending the local pubs. It never did her wrong. Alcohol had one job and it was to make everything great. She was counting her blessings with the gods it remained that way. Her heightened sense of smell could pick up the earth, the stonework, the smoke from the fire in the hearth (and unfortunately, the flighty odor of sweating adventurers - ugh!) among the aroma of cooked meals provided. Far from the norm of forest, crystal clear lakes or the tall grass of the vast lands beyond Orario, she was used to. The Direwolf shamelessly people watched while munching on a sandwich. Most of the conversations she listened in on where the escapades in the dungeon. Soon, she’ll have her own experience and stories to tell. But her mind was quickly drawn to the unexpected crashing. Her table got caught in the collision and her drink spilled all over her top. “Holy balls in a kiln! What the frickity frack?!” She didn’t know what the hell happened or who started it, but someone was going to pay. She glared at the unexpected table visitor. @open Can be an watcher, or the drunk fool who crashed into her table. Whatever works o/
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ADVENTURER
No-one knows right from wrong, No-one knows black from white
played by
green
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posted on Mar 5, 2019 12:14:50 GMT by celestine
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edited on Mar 5, 2019 12:22:35 GMT by celestine
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Celestine wasn’t drunk – or, at least, not drunk enough. Sure her body felt a bit lighter than she could normally recall, her mind’s ability to recall albeit slower, a subtle difference. And her fair complexion felt warmer, flushed. But her attention could not be distracted by how unnaturally civil the Hostess was. Populated by locals and wayward travellers alike and yet all were nursing their booze at their respective tables, no-one treading into another’s personal space. Voices raised were done so in boisterous conversation or even more boisterous singing, not to slander or to provoke. Truly, it was downright boring. A disgrace. The beer and spirits served weren’t watered down it was true, but one-too-few had been served to the raven-haired and pale-horned manakete. And so she found herself being shoved roughly into an opposing table. Her sharp canines flashing with her grin, both impressed by the gall of the seething amazoness, and by the creative cussing of an ashen-haired were wolf whose table she’d disturbed. ”Oof. My bad,” Celestine half-laughed as she straightened her stance, her hands smoothing out the wrinkles of her shirt. ”Or – I guess – yours?” She turned and arched a brow at the furious amazoness. ”Kinda overreacting there, don’t you think?” The corners of Celestine’s grin grew, widened. Taunting. ”I told you to shut up,” the other woman countered, growled. To which amber snake-like eyes blinked once, then twice. ”But why – I mean, anyone would be curious, you know? You amazons don’t have boy-amazons, so you kinda have to breed with others.” She paused, delicately. ”So … I guess that was a ‘no’ to your daddy being a boaz then?” Another pause, her grin twisting to an outright smirk. ”What about a runarl?”For a second time the same amazoness sprung at Celestine, though this time her hands were clenched into capable fists – and the manakete was better prepared. Agilely twisting her body, side-stepping and dropping behind the earlier were wolf, Celestine avoided the attack meant for her. Unfortunately, those at a second table could not say the same. And a cacophony of heavy wooden tables and chairs collapsing to the floor, of cutlery and tankards spilling and the angry protests of those badgered, struck and doused with their own food and drink broke the previous calm. Celestine laughed, satisfied. Turning her head, to catch the were wolf’s eye, she winked, impishly. | [attr="class","iconb"] [attr="class","iconimage"] [attr="class","iconh"] No-one knows right from wrong No-one knows dark from light Add a layer more of paint Until the world's set right
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ADVENTURER
heart's on fire tonight, feel my bones ignite, feels like war
played by
Sey Sey
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posted on Mar 6, 2019 17:11:44 GMT by AYA
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A slew of profanities bellowed across the pub. The second table the Amazoness slammed into was greeted with cracking knuckles of very angry adventurers. It looked like the Warrioress cared little on who she pissed off in wanting to throw a punch at the instigating Manakete. All of the Adventurers and Supporters knew what was going to happen now. It was inevitable. “Holy shit… Is this actually happening?” she said with a carnivorous grin. Okay, so there may be some rephrasing the last statement Aya had about booze. She still believed it made everything better, but in this case? The Direwolf couldn’t have asked for a better way to liven up the pub. The owner was going to have a field day when this is over but as far as the albino wolf was concerned? She was going to make a point across… somehow. It was neither Celestine nor Aya who threw the first punch. So naturally, they couldn’t get in trouble at the end of the night for starting it, right? Right! The pub quickly turned into an unexpected cluster of chaos as punches and kicks were thrown into the fray. “I don’t know what your motives are, lady,” she said to Celestine, “But this just made my day all the better. If I don’t black out from this then I’ll totally buy you a drink. STEP ASIDE PUPS! Here comes The Wolf herself!”Aya, with the lack of grace and elegance, dived into the brawling pile of fighters. Bruises were to be had. A lot of bruises, cuts and knicks. By the time the brawl was finally broken up, Aya knew when to bail and slipped out to let the Amazoness take the heat. She did start it. She grinned back at Celestine. Black and purple discoloration upon her ivory white complexion. “That was fun. Hi. I’m Aya. What’s your name, troublemaker?”
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SUPPORTER
played by
senpai
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posted on Mar 6, 2019 19:27:10 GMT by AKATSUKI
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| A katsuki wasn't there for the alcohol, she didn't like the stuff. Even with weak sake, the alcohol tasted stronger than all-hell to her. She was there strictly for the food, which she was happily chewing on when a fight broke out not far from her. The table she was at got bumped by someone, but nothing was moved out of place at first, so she was more than content to not even address the goddess of fluffiness, and bastion of draconic beauty who were talking a few meters away.
It was at this point, halfway through her lobster tail that someone approached that Akatsuki already disliked... A young lad and his four friends, two of which Akatsuki didn't know. He had left his entourage of hussies at the brothel, evidently. They weren't actually harlots, but they didn't exactly try to stop him from being a cringe lord the last time he spoke to Akatsuki, and now he was back with a crimson face... drunk. "Surprised to see you here, miss-" "Go away." Akatsuki said in a soft, but cold tone. The man immediately got irritated since last time he wasn't allowed to finish a sentence, either. "Look, I'm trying to-" "I don't care. You disgust me." Akatsuki said and took a bite of her lobster. "Hey, you gonna let that prum-bitch talk down to you, like that!?" one of the new guys said, making one of the other boys' face turn pale as a ghost. He was the one male present when Akatsuki sent his buddy to the moon a few days back... and he wasn't drunk enough to forget.
New guy number two had started addressing Akatsuki with "Look, runt-" and instantly took the rim of metal platter to the face with enough force to make the plate bend inwards. Akatsuki didn't even care that half her lobster had just gone to waste. The first new guy had watched with wide eyes as his friend was sent flying backwards, and Akatsuki had no intention of forgiving him for his disrespect, either. She jumped up to stand on her seat before pushing off and driving her kneecap into his nose, breaking it instantly and sending him to his back. The fuckboy who approached her first had forgotten what he was dealing with and went in for a punch to defend his friends. Noble, but futile.
Akatsuki, while still falling from kicking the other man in the face, grabbed the boy's fist and pulled him down with her, making him bend over. She let go of his fist as soon as her foot hit the ground, spinning on that same foot with her other leg extended. The arching of her leg made it so the side of her foot smacked right into his jaw, making him fly sideways. That foot kept swinging until it hit the ground where she dropped low while spinning, extending her leg and sweeping it under the legs of the fourth man- who had done nothing wrong at all, was just unlucky enough to be acquainted with the first fellow. While he was falling, as soon as he got to Akatsuki's waist, the small human's elbow was rammed into his chest, right where his heart was. The force was enough to compress his ribcage, forcing his heart to make an extra pump and send a rush of blood to his break. The sudden increase of blood pressure that wasn't ordered by his brain, combined with the fact that he hit the ground hard enough to crack the wood floor, caused him to be knocked out instantly. This all happened over the course of a few seconds, so the two talking women would only hear a metallic banging sound, immediately followed by a series of whacks.
The man that she hit with her plate had recovered quick, he was big, probably used to taking hits. He was charging at Akatsuki, who glared at him with an unamused look. As the bulky man got closer, Akatsuki ducked down to dodge his sweeping kick, letting it go right over her head. She spun and moved under him, coming up behind him and jumping to send send a kick straight between his legs, compressing the illogically sensitive and exposed organ between them. The man began falling to his knees, but Akatsuki wasn't so kind as to show mercy to an enemy. She grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled herself over him, getting in his face and slamming her small palm into his stomach. The force was enough to knock him back onto his feet. Two more palm thrusts into his stomach sent the man backwards step by step, and a kick to his kneecap had made it bend backwards, officially ending his career as an adventurer. Akatsuki then shifted her weight to her right foot and began a spin kick, making contact with his pelvis, lifting the man off the ground, and as the kick finished, sent the man flying. The man would fly between the talking women and slamming onto their table, ruining any food that may have been there.
Of course, Akatsuki wasn't finished. The two girls would see the three-foot, six-inch tall woman jump between them with her fist extended. As she brought it down on the man's stomach, his body would arch forward and a combination of blood, spit, and tears would get airborne. Meanwhile, the legs of the table would give in and it would crack in half, destroying the table and sending splinters everywhere. Akatsuki would stand up with one foot on the ground, one foot on the man's chest, with the heel turning, making the man feel even more pain. He wheezed "I'm sorry..." while crying and bleeding from the mouth. Akatsuki looked down at him with a cold, uncaring, unfeeling, hateful, glassed glare. Her expression immediately turned surprised as she realized something... Akatsuki took her foot off the man and turned around, giving a polite bow to the two women. "I apologize for interrupting your conversation. Please give me a moment and I'll gladly make it up to you." she said in a very respectful, very calm, and gentle tone.
Akatsuki then turned around, dropped low with her knee on the man's chest, and grabbed him by the tuff of his hair. Her expression took a turn again, becoming cold and angry once more. "I was enjoying steamed lobster with jasmine tea before you ruined it... Replace my meal." she said in a tone that implied 'no' wasn't an option. The man nodded quickly, the cut from where the plate hit his face still bleeding. Akatsuki had let him go and turned to the two women, looking up at them she realized something... Horns and floofy ears... Akatsuki's cheeks turned slightly pink as she looked at the women and wanted to touch their heads. "I'm sorry again, please let me pay for your meals in return?" she said apologetically.
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ADVENTURER
No-one knows right from wrong, No-one knows black from white
played by
green
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posted on Mar 7, 2019 2:08:10 GMT by celestine
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For a brief time, the Hostess was glorious. Wood was splintered, cracked with sharply audible jolts, breaking like thunder over the thick wet impact of fists smacking against flesh and muscle, of blood spitting and flecking, of spit-sprayed lips forming groans, curses and battle-cries. Tankards and plates not tailored with iron-banding shattered against the tiles, beneath uncaring feet, shards alike snowflakes, each broken and abandoned in unique placement. And then there was the proprietor, the roughest of them all. His dwarven cusses and threats stirred within Celestine nostalgia of being home. It was rather bittersweet to watch the amazoness being rather literally thrown out, a shadow of order reinforced by the still cussing dwarf. Her eyes sought the manakete’s snake-like eyes from across the room, Celestine having sat herself across from the were wolf, playing at inconspicuousness. In the other’s eyes there was a cold fury, a promise of pay-back with added interest. Celestine only smirked in return, her hand raised, clawed fingertips wiggling a farewell. ”Oh, I’m Celestine.” At the were wolf’s introduction Celestine all but forgot about her potential enemy. Leaning forward, elbows perched on top of battered wood, she outstretched a hand, the golden depths of her gaze bright, chipper. ”Nice to meet you, Aya.”Her gaze shifted, admiring the blush of purple and black already forming across the other’s fair complexion, nicks and cuts already beginning to scab over. ”That was pretty good, huh?” The points of her teeth flashed as she grinned, proudly. ”Definitely a more lively place now – which, you know, is great. Every bar needs two things –“ She held up both her index and middle fingers ”– booze and brawling. Can’t have one without the other.”Celestine didn’t pay much attention to a metallic echo. Neither to the added softer thumping that followed. Yet it was rather impossible not to take notice of the body that smacked down and across the table that both girls sat at, breath forced from his lips in a painful gasp. Or not to be impressed by the fist that further sank into his gut. Plucking her lips, Celestine whistled, slow and softly, impressed as was the look that she spared to the prum, one foot pressing down upon the defeated male, as if he were little more than a beast that she had triumphed over. ”Oh, no-no-no apologies needed,” Celestine shook her head vigorously, her long raven locks dancing softly from her animated motion. ”I’m impressed not offended – hey –“ she prodded a nail at the wheezing male, voice dropping, almost at a whisper ”– were you rude? Did you say something mean? Don’t you know that people usually want to punch you in the face when you say dumb things?”Drawing her hand away, Celestine was quiet for a moment as her gaze moved between Aya and the new stranger. Dwelling upon the offer of food, and upon Aya’s earlier promise of drink. Slowly, a smile broke out upon her lips once more, albeit softer. Hopeful. ”Is this … are we all going to be friends now?” | [attr="class","iconb"] [attr="class","iconimage"] [attr="class","iconh"] No-one knows right from wrong No-one knows dark from light Add a layer more of paint Until the world's set right
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ADVENTURER
heart's on fire tonight, feel my bones ignite, feels like war
played by
Sey Sey
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posted on Mar 8, 2019 2:22:54 GMT by AYA
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Lucious dark locks reminding the snowy wolf girl of sinfully sweet chocolate from the bakery she passed by. Golden eyes with slits for pupils and protruding horns that shaped around her face. Make no mistake that was a manakete if the Direwolf ever saw one. Which was not likely until now. Part of the charm of Orario was the vast diversity in individuals around. Needless to say Aya liked what she saw. She reached over to grab hold of Celestine’s hand, giving it a firm grip, before shaking it then releasing. “You’re tellin’ me, girly! That Amazoness really had it in for you,” she snickered, “A little mayhem and chaos is healthy. Too much peace and quiet will drive you absolutely bonkers, ya know?” Aya was about to go on a tangent on how amazing she was in that fight. Because let’s be real, everybody needed to know she was going to be the best damn fighter and adventure Orario was ever going to know! Needless to say humility isn’t quite her strong point.However, the Direwolf twitched her ears at the abrupt noise coming from another direction. Blinking, she turned around and watched with curious gaze over to another who got into a brawl. A slow, approving nod caused her short white tendrils to sway slightly. A slow snicker as a new arrival came to the table. “You didn’t do anything wrong as far I saw,” Aya explained to Akatsuki, “Nice work though. And hell yeah, I’m not saying no to free food.” When the proprietor passed by their table, she knew they were given dirty looks by the dwarf but Aya grinned shamelessly. She flashed a thumb’s up before waving down a server to place in orders. “I mean… I don’t know about you, but if you like booze and brawling then you’re good in my book. I say that makes you my friend at least.” She looked back over to the purplelette. “What’s your name, girly? ... Uhh... Do you need a booster seat? I can get the waitress again for one.”
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SUPPORTER
played by
senpai
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posted on Mar 9, 2019 3:52:46 GMT by AKATSUKI
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edited on Mar 9, 2019 3:54:01 GMT by AKATSUKI
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| T he two had agreed that Akatsuki had nothing to apologize for, and that they'd let her pay for their meal. They seemed to be somewhat impressed by her work with the man, which made Akatsuki look down to avoid eye contact while her face retained its slightly pink shade. "We should probably find a table that's not destroyed..." she said and began walking towards the booth she was at. While walking, Aya had asked what her name was, and then asking if she needed a booster seat- immediately making the pink fly off her face and a cold expression takes its place. Those fluffy bastards on her head were getting the rubbing of a lifetime after that... There will be no mercy from the tiny titan.
Once seated, Akatsuki would say "I'm Akatsuki, rất vui được gặp bạn- It's nice to meet you." in a gentle tone, completely masking her irritation at being called small. Akatsuki had a tendency to use her native language, but she always gave the Orarian translation directly after so her company didn't have to guess at what she said. Akatsuki was sitting on her knees, on the padded seat of the booth, which gave her enough height to properly eat off the table. Whoever was sitting beside her would notice that Akatsuki's legs were so short that she her knees had several inches before her knees were even touching the edge of the seat. She waved over to the bar maid to signal her to come over, who did so cautiously after having watch the three women fight their own battles, one of which was surprising.
She was a young looking elf girl that could easily pass for twenty in human years, but was probably double or triple that in reality. She asked if she could be of service and Akatsuki said "That man said he would replace my steamed lobster as a way of apologizing. Please put it on his tab. I'll also have a bag of cookies, a danish, some water, and a salad. He can cover the bill for those as well. I'll be covering the charge for my friends." in a respectful tone. The barmaid turned to the other two and asked if they knew what they'd like to get, or if they needed some time to decide.
Once the barmaid had gone off, Akatsuki would say "I don't mean any disrespect when I ask this, but what are you both? Umm... you see... I was raised far from here, where only humans are; so, I don't really know about the other races." Her face was red and she was playing with her fingers while talking, just so she didn't have to look the other two women in the eyes.
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