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#Post#: 11--------------------------------------------------
Rusty Brew Inn
By: Overlordnim Date: May 11, 2012, 3:29 am
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In the devils corner, in the old dusty town outside of the
mines, most of the houses that were left there were in ruins, or
rusted down, fallen in... starving people sat along the black
snowed roads, half dead, or already gone, begging the travelers
for food or money, not even the young ones were safe from this
plagued land... Finaily near the edge of town, lied an inn, the
sign somewhat broken, and the words mostly worn off, the doors
were half broken, and the outter walls and windows looked dead
and dry, however there was a buzz inside the inn, the laughter
of sad drunken souls, and music could be heard, inside the inn,
people were dancing and playing card games, demons, trolls,
spirits, elves, and even a few humans could be found among the
fix of people, at the small bar there were a few chairs, the one
at the end of the bar taken by a young woman with red hair, her
back turned from the rest of the people and her head sat on the
counter face down, the barkeep was a large greenish skined
trollish man, patches of bull fur grew on his skin, his face
looked like an angry mess of rocks, with two tusks popping from
the crack where his mouth was, his eyes glowing red, looking
around with a frim expresstion.
#Post#: 13--------------------------------------------------
Re: Rusty Brew Inn
By: Eilik Date: May 11, 2012, 11:50 am
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[left] A man, goggles covering his eyes, fedora atop his
silvery-white hair, would sit at a table that was currently in a
hand of poker. His face expressionless as he peered at the two
cards in his hand, glancing at the cards dealt on the table
before he would throw a few chips in. He wore a black blazer,
dressed quite nice in fact for this area.
"Raise," he would mumble in a low, cold voice, peering back
up from his hand as he would peer at the lone woman at the bar
nonchalantly, ear twitching a bit as he would motion to the
barkeep, signalling to serve her a drink. He would peer back at
the table, leaning back in his chair as he crosses one leg over
the other, arms crossed in front of his chest. Some of the
patrons would be grumbling, something about how the man was
always hard to read, and about 'those fuckin' goggles.' He would
smirk, shaking his head lightly as he peered back to the woman
at the bar for a moment, leaning his chair back onto the back
two legs.
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Re: Rusty Brew Inn
By: Overlordnim Date: May 11, 2012, 6:47 pm
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The girl at the bar sat there as she was, face down on the
counter, her ear twitched, as he heard the men grumbling, and
the barkeep hissing and fixing a quick drink, the large troll
walked over with heavy feet, and slammed the iron mug on the bar
infront of woman, making her jump with an 'EEP!' she sat up
quickly her hair going out into a flaming friz, she stared up at
the barkeep with a drunken glare, the troll laughed, and slid
the mug over to her, she tilted her head in question of the
drink, mumbling something to the barkeep, the trollish man
pointed a finger to the male sitting at the table not to far
away, making the girl glance back at him with her purple gaze,
they would flash silver in the light of the deem bar, she let
out a soft huff, that would barely be heard as a large bull
would walk over and slam his hand on the counter next to her,
looking to her the bull would laugh, and grumble out words loud
enough to make the whole bar stop, "WELL WELL! if it isn't
little Talia, so.. i've been wondering sweet heart, where is my
money? you're a week over due.. and if you don't get me what i
want soon.. i might just have to send you to the mines... or
uh.. we could.. set something else up in the way of payment.."
the bull moved a hand over to touch her back side, making her
grumble, she looked to the bull, and swiped a hand out, from the
shadows, it was a blur of silver, and smacked the bull across
the face, cutting the right side of his cheek and mussle, she
bought a hand up and scratched her nose, with a smirk, "Don't
worry 'sweetheart' i'll get you your money! and so long as you
keep your hands to yourself, you won't lose anything... Oh.. and
uh.. looks like theres something on your face." she turned back
to the counter, and took a drink from the iron mug infront of
her. The bull growled, "You little bitch.. You have three
days... if i don't have my money.. im sending Claythus... " the
bull turned and walked out, slamming the doors open as he
exited, the chatter in the bar once more presumed, like nothing
had happend.
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Re: Rusty Brew Inn
By: Bear Date: May 12, 2012, 2:31 am
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Across the inn in one of its rather darker corners, a lone
figure sat. He did not have to be near the actual bar to hear
all the commotion or the mention of Claythus' name. The wolf's
ears twitched, poking out through the dark trench coat he wore.
Sitting down as he was now, he seemed just as tall as any other,
but as soon as he goes to stand, it is easy to distinguish his
painfully obvious height, towering over nearly everyone. The
poor old and tattered cloak barely reaching up to his
dark-furred ankles, the wolfish tail nearly touching the floor
as he carefully saunters across towards the little devil at the
bar. The claws on his feet left faint claw marks as he walked,
though it was rather intentional. If he so wished, he could be
far more silent. But, he was very fond of this form. He enjoyed
the sound his claws made. Loved it.
As he hobbled over rather slowly, carefully dodging a few
people. Eyes were on him. On his muscled form moving in that
natural, yet very unnatural way. There were even a few
attempting to peek inside his hood, yet to no avail, the shadows
within his coat seemed far darker than those outside. His eyes
in this shape red, dark, nearly blood red. A rather creepy form
of glowing with the shadows of his hood. Carefully he would find
his seat by her, his tail hanging off to the side, his legs
spread out a small bit rather awkwardly seeing as there is not
enough space for him to stretch them. Slowly he would lean on
the bar, nearly silent before he taps his claws against the
wood. [glow=green,2,300]"So, it looks like you could use a bit
of help there, my dear...How might I assist you today?"[/glow]
With those words said, he would lower his head to meet her
eye-level. Likely giving her a much better view of his
dark-furred wolfish face. Unseen from the distance, it is easier
to see the single white stripe running from his nose down his
maw up into the dark, hidden part of his furry head and neck.
His words were rather soft, alluring. Almost memorizing to the
ears.
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Re: Rusty Brew Inn
By: Overlordnim Date: May 12, 2012, 4:12 am
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The girl sighed, and looked over to the wolfish man, glancing at
the white haired stranger from the corner of her eye,
"Depends..." she mumbled slowly, trying to keep her voice to
where only the man beside her could hear, she lowered her head,
and brought the iron mug to her redend lips, sitting there like
this now, peering down at the mug and what was inside. ([filler
post while waiting for Eilik~])
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Re: Rusty Brew Inn
By: Eilik Date: May 13, 2012, 12:17 pm
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The man would roll his eyes as the bull would enter, throwing
his cards to the center of the table everyone would grumble
loudly as they pushed their bets toward him. He would reach up,
removing the goggles, tilting his fedora forward cover his eyes.
He would stand, pushing his way toward the bar, reaching it as
the bull left. Leaning on the bar a few seats away he would peer
at the barkeep, speaking in a very low tone, trying to keep his
voice hushed so that not a lot of people could hear. He seemed
to argue with himself for a bit in a different language, before
settling down in a seat, tapping on the counter for his usual.
Which for many people who knew him in here would consist of a
strong bourbon.
A glass would be placed in front of him, filled with amber
liquid, which he would raise to his lips, using his other hand
to remove the hat from his head, softly placing it onto the
counter, among contact the hat would dissolve, disappearing into
wispy shadows. His white bangs falling over his eyes, he would
peer toward the other two from the corner of his eye, offering a
small nod of his head.
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Re: Rusty Brew Inn
By: Bear Date: May 13, 2012, 2:31 pm
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[center]A faint smile crosses his maw, causing his dagger-sharp
teeth to show. Slowly a long, coated arm would reach around,
attempting to put his arm across her shoulders as he leans in,
whispering in that soft and alluring tone.
[glow=green,2,300]"That disgusting and retarded bull is after
you. After for something you don't have, but something I have
plenty of."[/glow] His expression is rather blank, but an
obvious and genuine curiosity and helpfulness seems to be found
in the now shimmering red wolfish eyes of his. His ears remain
perked up as he continues to speak to her in hushed whispers as
his eyes raise at the newcomer for a few moments, nodding
faintly towards the man before tilting his head a bit so the
shadows of his hood would again cover his eyes.
[glow=green,2,300]
"I offer a chance at a new start. One without all that debit
weighting down upon your already bare-thin clothed self. No more
people chasing after you, no more threats of the mines. No
Claythus, either."[/glow] And personally, he thought the last
one was a good seller. No one wanted to deal with Claythus,
ever. Though he wouldn't pass up the chance to go toe to to with
the guy, even if it was the last thing he did. Slowly though his
head would lift to gaze at the white-haired man again, though
rather intently this time before he whispers to her again.
[glow=green,2,300]
"A rare chance many would die for."[/glow][/center]
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Re: Rusty Brew Inn
By: Eilik Date: May 13, 2012, 4:49 pm
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The man would raise the glass to his lips, taking a whiff of the
alcohol's fumes, the edge of his lip moving upward in a smirk as
the smooth fumes hit his nose. He would peer over to the two,
glass still raised, fingers tracing over the smooth surface. He
would stare at the other male, red irises peeking out from
behind strands of snow-white hair. His slitted pupils dilating a
bit as he focused on this man, ears twitching a bit.
"Mmm a rich-man. Or perhaps just a lapdog. Either way what makes
you think that you can keep her from this Claythus hmm? What
makes you think he's not going to appear, like he usually does,
always knowing how to find someone?" The man would say in a
calm, cool voice, speaking quiet but loud enough so that the
wolf-man would hear, flicking his wrist as wisps of shadows
would converge in his hand, solidifying into a cigarette. He
would tilt his head a bit, letting off a fanged smile, sticking
the cigarette in between his lips as he snaps his fingers, the
tip lighting. He would exhale a cloud of smoke.
"Or perhaps you don't and you are just trying to get this poor
lady to fall for the knight in shining armor ordeal. This ain't
no chivalrous world no more bub, you've got ulterior motives."
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Re: Rusty Brew Inn
By: Overlordnim Date: May 13, 2012, 5:19 pm
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The girl huffs, listening to the two men best she could, she
looked down to the iron mug infront of her with a bit of a hiss,
"Look... fuzzy face.. no matter what you do.. theres still gonna
be people after me, i've only been here for two years... and
i've been in alot of other places... where people don't like me
much... However... Im curious what i have to do to get this
problem off of me.." she turned her head once more, looking at
the wolf, her eyes again flashing silver from the deem lighting
in the bar, as she waited for an answer her tail would unwrap
from her waist and legs, now hanging off the chair, wagging
around faintly.
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Re: Rusty Brew Inn
By: Bear Date: May 13, 2012, 5:39 pm
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[glow=green,2,300]"Rich? Hardly. Do you really think someone
rolling in money would be wearing these rags? Even in this
bar?"[/glow] He tilts his head a bit, suddenly smirking as he
chuckles roughly before he bursts out into laughter. The wolf
shaking his head as he does so, the hood of his coat falling off
to leave way to show the black and white flecked
fur.[glow=green,2,300] "But is it really so hard to believe that
there is someone out there who just wants to help?" [/glow]His
claws would scratch lightly against the bar as he adjusts in his
seat, swirling around a bit to face the woman and the man.
[glow=green,2,300]"Plus. Claythus is only called if there is no
cash paid. And personally, I don't think that walking steak has
the balls to." [/glow]He sighs softly, lifting a hand to rub at
his eyes for a few moments as his tail starts to wag back and
forth a bit.
[glow=green,5,300]"And a knight in shining armor? Stop speaking
of fairy tails. There is -always- a catch, I never said there
wasn't."[/glow] The wolf snorts as he lightly digs his claws
into the bar, jaw now clenched as he goes into a bit of
thinking.
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