<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Timestamp: Fidpui, 37° Tessera 81380 Character(s): http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=1308Rochidra Gwynervier</a> Notes: The majority of this roleplay (and one following it, in the future) has been decided in the http://shadowlack.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=5523A Crew</a> topic. If you’d like to join but you weren’t in that topic, either drop a message over there or PM me. :) Also, someone can make up the name of the bar/pub/tavern if you want. Apologies for the poor post. I'm a little out of practice.</td></tr></table> The taste of alcohol was bitter in her mouth and, not for the first time, Rochidra wondered why she was sat in the dingy bar, rotting her brain cells on the amber liquid and plotting her next scheme of piracy. The door opened and closed with a regular creek that was irritating to her ears, the wind drafting smoke into her nostrils, whilst the alcohol set her taste buds alight with the foul taste. There was little fun to be had from heightened senses when things were bad enough without them, yet this was a regular scene for her, even if it wasn’t the same bar that she had visited the last time that the Renegade had docked in Bhim. There were a few of the people that she and her crew had conned that needed to forget of her existence, which was she had ventured into this place, hoping for something new and interesting. As she had expected, there was little difference from the previous places she’d been. Her glacial eyes strained to see in the dim light of the room, even with her enhanced vision, with faint beams of light emitting through the boarded up windows and the tattered black curtains that were little more than rags. Adjusting the large, black hat that she wore, with the navy feather producing from it, she tossed a coin to the bartender and turned away from the bar, nodding at the few members of her dwindling crew that had accompanied her to shore. Approaching a table, with her long, black coat of leather swaying as she walked, it came to her attention for the umpteenth time that day that she was in need of new crewmembers. She took a seat at an empty table that provided her with a good view of the door and the bar, so that she could keep an eye on anybody arriving or departing, and also on her crew. Allowing more of the amber liquid to run down her throat, Rochidra realised that they hadn’t pulled a heist in some time. Their last scheme had been unsuccessful and they’d had to drop the goods before they’d got away in time. The thill was aware that her matted fur of dark and light greys could do with a wash and a quick brush, but there was the matter of her beautiful ship to attend to first. It needed crewmembers to make it run, and it needed new parts for it to work at all. She clenched her fist and felt the navy blue material wrapped, subconsciously wishing that something would happen, to break the melancholy of the past month or so. <span style='color:#CCCCCC'>“If I believed in wishes,"</span> She added as an afterthought, without realising she had spoken aloud.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Character: Sarunus</td></tr></table> Much had changed in his life, his family would not speak to him, his friends betrayed him, his clients fired him, and he was running low on cash. All this and more gave him a little to much to worry about. There was little Sarunus could do he was becoming broke, all he could do now is try and find new clients. He was armed with nothing but his two automated hand guns, weapons were becoming harder and harder to get a hold of now and he had to make due with what he had. The only thing he had on his agenda at moment was to get a drink and find some work. He came to an old pub named the Silent Shadow inn this was the place he started his career and this was going to be the place where he rebuilt it. Upon Entering the tavern Sarunus noticed it had not changed much it was still dark, still full of rouges and cut throats, and it still had that smell. As he walked he noticed a number of the patrons stared at him as he walked towards the bar, why he did not know maybe they wanted to hire him maybe they wanted to kill him or both. Ignoring them he sat down and placed an order for some cheap booze. Once the bartender left he looked behind his shoulder he saw some old drunk, a shady looking arden, a group of pirates, And....... a rather curious looking thill something about her seemed strange so he decided to keep an eye on her she may be the key to solving all of his problems.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Who: Aria Rinoket</td></tr></table> The thill had been working on a rather curious piece of Machinia in town. But now that she was done she had nothing to do. She flicked her Machinia tail annoyed, and, without thinking about it, walked into a bar, with a pirate thill in it. But she didn't much care about pirates right now, only getting a soft wine. She adjusted the bag around her neck and one leg, as the screws and nuts inside of it clinked dully. She glanced around, the dully lit bar gave little detail of the others. She'd hopped up on a stool a seat away from Rochidra. She waved the bar tender over, " <span style='color:gray'>Do you serve wine here? If so, I'd like a glass.</span>" she passed a coin to him, and he nodded, and walked away to get the drink. She took this time to look around, the thill near her made her wonder about her origin, she was different. There was a small mismatched group near her though. She probably wouldn't want to approach her. She pulled out a blue sheet of graph paper and began to work on a sketch she'd started. Giving every detail of the littlest detail on another sheet. She worked swiftly with her paws, and when the glass of wine was passed to her, she put her pencil down, sighed, and took a sip.
The people who entered and left the establishment were interesting, to say the least. To Jap, the culmination of the experience was what he was doing--watching people. He liked people-watching, because it was so easy to feel powerful when one was judging others. He decided that the symbolism of a dingy bar was satisfactory to his need to be poetic. A turning point in his life had passed just a short while ago. He had left the USR, and, while he was the best of the best as a fighter pilot and a crack shot with almost any gun, he still found himself repeating this nightly vigil--sitting in the back of the bar, wearing a wide-brimmed hat low to shadow his eyes... like in the movies. That's what he amounted to. He went from being richly paid to uphold the law and defend the greater good to dwelling in a bar with the other people with dead-end lives and nothing left to do but drink away all they had. But he wasn't drinking tonight. He had watched personally the ship come in, and he knew that his fate was at this point malliable--he could move forward to greater things or step aside and watch them pass. The glories of his existance dulled in comparison to his imaginings of what was to come, and he kicked his feet off the table and with the momentum, brought himself to his feet. The pistol in his jacket and the small two-shot up his sleeve was a comfort to him in the thick underworld culture abound tonight. An extra-ordinarily dress thill drew his eye, and he made it a point to sit next to her. Content to let her start the conversation and not particularly worried about being polite, he kicked his feet onto the table so he was sitting sideways, partially turned away from her... and he waited for a greeting from Rochi, noting to make her hat a conversation piece should the opportunity present itself.
Why me? Thought Tamara, a young, depressed thill. Unenployed, homeless, and broke, things weren't turning out well for the female with so much life in her. Of course, you couldn't tell to look at her, seeing as she was simply stirring her ale with a finger, and occasionally using her power of Elemental Summoning to make a tiny ball of water float above the beer, before letting it drop back into the glass with a dull plop. Water was the funnest element to play with, as it was so flexible and challenged Tamara's ability. Fire was alright as well. Unbidden, and with nothing better to do, her eyes rose and scanned the other occupants of the dingy bar. A mangy grey Exowaul peered from the shadows behind the bartender, a stocky 'dragon that did nothing but focus on polishing his mugs. A foul drunken arden lay in the corner, gibbering away to himself. A young male was walking over to another thill, who was obviously a pirate, considering her attire and the other salty pendragons that stood not all that far away. She might keep an eye on them, in case they tried to cut her purse or something. Ha! She's like to see them try. Besides, not like they'd get much. Tamara sighed, and sunk further into her rotten chair.
razorback stood over the stove and look at the mess the other cooks had left him even though there were only two other cooks they sure knew how to stuff orders up and make a mess at the same time."<span style='color:red'>Grrrrr this is worser than the time they blew up the stove!! how they did that i still havent figured out and to top it off they just dropped most of the orders.....well i guess i'll have to cook the meals while they clean up that mess they made.</span>" then the boss comes in and says he wants to talk to him in the bar area. "What could that great oalf want now? cant he see im trying to cook the meals those idiots dropped? i bet its about the food and whats taking so long well maybe if he didn't hire such Incompetent cooks who cant even walk in the kitchen without tripping over their own feet." Razor thought as he washed and dried his hands before going to see the boss. "<span style='color:red'>You wanted to see me sir? if its about the food i can expl.....</span>" then he saw the envelope with his name on it and a rather large sum of money next to it picking up the money and putting in his pocket he then picked up the letter and razorback was nervous as he opened the letter and read it and after reading it let it drop to the hard cold floor. "<span style='color:red'>YOUR FIRING ME!!!!!!!!!! WHY ITS THE OTHER TWO YOU SHOULD FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!! THATS IT IM GOING TO DO SOMETHING I SHOULD OF DONE A LONG TME AGO</span>!!" And with that drew a rather large and deadly knife and lunged at his now former boss cutting him across the chest and arms then some yells "<span style='color:blue'>BARFIGHT!!!!!</span>" And then all hell breaks loose.
Ooc: Baalberith Beal had been watching how it started. he'd been sitting on a rotting grotty arch in the center of the establishment while drinking his beloved spirits, He was going to take down the bugger who started the whole thing with his rifle but decided against this due to the fact that there were two of the authorities in the corner but since bein here must but bad cops drinking beer. So he dropped straight onto the manical cook with the large knife. "Hi there need a hand" he whispered in his left ear as he drew two tanto's and barred his teeth with more zeal than needed. The cook and Beal were back to back surrounded
Jap's ear twitched out of the way as a fist swung by his head. In truth, he didn't feel like fighting. He was a capable fighter, having been trained to some degree by the USR, but he still preferred his hands on the controls of a vehicle and not covered in blood from some sucker's face. The small two-shot pistol flashed into his hand and wound up on the nose of a grizzly Arden on his right, whom he promptly pistol-whipped with the small firearm and then rammed the barrel into his stomach, knocking him away. <span style='color:red'>"Hm... Since you don't seem too keen on chatting with new people, I'll take the leap and introduce myself--Jap, Pilot. Any vehicle, anytime."</span> he said with an angular grin, once again kicking his feet from the table. This time, he brough his entire chair about with great finesse and leaned it back against the table, watching the fighting unfold as two knife-wielding men faced off against a bunch of thugs who were fighting just to fight. He considered shooting to disable, but he was no sharpshooter for all the talent he had, and he'd not want to have to flash his USR badge in here--after all, he worked very hard to reproduce it in detail, minus the detail that was a red stamp that said VOID over the top. He picked up an empty glass with one hand and looked at it thoughtfully, noting it's perfect shape and simple gleam--a square piece of crystal-clear glass, thick all the way through... and then in a moment, it was shattered with the contact of a hand when, some gutsy drunk Arden took it upon himself to attempt to hit Jap, who had far better reflexes. Jap wasn't going to let the man go with a hand full of glass, however, and brought his tiny sleeve-pistol to level in a flash of silver, shooting the man square in the belt buckle, which, while it deflected the bullet, it let loose his belt, dropping his pants. A kick front and center doubled the man over, and a foot on his shoulder and a sharp push knocked him away. Jap used the force of that push to swivel his chair back around and look back to Rochi. <span style='color:red'>"And you are...?"</span> he said, making sure that he kept his small firearm in sight--in case anyone else felt gutsy.
It amused Rochidra that she had managed to gather the amount of attention that she had in the short time that she had been in the dingy and dirty bar. The bitter taste of the alcohol lingered in her mouth as her icy eyes observed the room in one swift sweep, noting who was watching her and wondering which one to talk to first. The most obvious one seemed to be the arden that had approached her, waiting for her to initiate conversation, but then the fight had started and he had introduced himself. She raised an eyebrow as he fought off the drunkards that had approached, whilst she had merely stepped aside, keeping out of the fight as much as she could. Like him, she did not have the wish to fight. <span style='color:#CCCCCC'>“Rochidra Gwynervier,"</span> Informed the thill as she observed the brawl breaking out around them. <span style='color:#CCCCCC'>“Captain Rochidra Gwynervier, of the Renegade."</span> She eyed the location of the others that had taken an interest in her, others that she felt she could possibly need, making a mental note to talk to them once she’d dealt with Jap. <span style='color:#CCCCCC'>“A pilot, I heard you say?"</span> She paused for a moment, taking him into account. He looked reliable and he was a pretty good fighter. <span style='color:#CCCCCC'>“You need a job?"</span>
There was a clicking sound as she fully deployed her tail blade. Twisting her head around she look at the thill and arden, "<span style='color:gray'>You two better duck!</span>" she said over the noise, and swung around, slicing a few people who were coming at her on the chest. There was a clattering noise as someone sliced the bottom of her bag off, sending its contents everywhere. Then, a clinking sound behind her, as she looked at the counter. A drunken arden had jumped up on the counter, and had spilled her wine. "<span style='color:gray'>You spilled my wine...</span>" she hissed in his ear, and cut both of his shoulders. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Sowee for shorteness D:</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Sorry! In a hurry! :3 Out to the movies, that may be all for tonight.</td></tr></table> Jap winked at her. <span style='color:red'>"Certified Master--any vehicle. I'm the pilot of the Akaihane... So, the Renegade is that pretty ship that blew in, hm?</span> he intoned, pushing himself to his feet with two hands on the table. He flipped over his small firearm and offered it to her with his left hand while his right pulled his .50 from his coat halfway, keeping it discreet enough for him and Rochi to see alone. <span style='color:red'>"I won't work with anyone unless paid... but this round is free--shall we?"</span> he said, cocking the pistol and glancing sideways at Rochi. <span style='color:red'>"Let's not shoot to kill, right?"</span> he commented, attempting to hand Rochi the little pouch that held more shots for the lesser gun than would ever be needed, ever.
Beal had eventually managed to clear a path to the nearest exit when he saw an impressive display of fighting from some of the more wisened fighters. so he uped his game not wanting to be out-done, brought out his rifle took aim at a small crowd of thugs, in three short successive shots three thugs were down and unconscience with their temples grazed. At that point he saw a non-combatant with a large hat talking about work so he slowly moved that way dispatching any in his way with his whirling tanto's of death. As he made his way he realised just how much mess he had helped create.
The bartender gave Sarunus his drink and started drinking it immediatly. But then after he was content he continued watching the now two thills. Sitting at the table watching them both closely he keep drinking to seem casual. He then looked down at his weapons it was a while since he used them last and he was urging for chance to use them once again to get rid of all of his built up anger. Then near the bar he saw the owner personally Sarunus knew him but he was told that he was a bit hard headed. He noticed a letter being handed to one of to cooks and from the look in his face he was pissed. As he saw the cook pick up the knife he started getting annoyed, this was ruining his day and his drink. But once another arden armed with a pair of tantos entered the fight he decided to wait and see how things turned out. about a few seconds later another arden claming to be a pilot rammed one of the patrons with the barrel of his pistol, But he pretty much stayed out of the fight itself. But for some reason Sarunus just felt like he had enough of all this. He frowned and got up after words, drawing both of his guns and pointing them at the cook and the arden with the tantos. <span style='color:blue'> Alright im tired of all of this, i came in here to get a damn drink and this happens! </span> he said, being slightly drunk and ill tempered was a bad combination. <span style='color:blue'>So im going to have to do something about it. </span> He said ready to fire. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>oh and sorry if its not to good im in a bit of a rush</td></tr></table>
Tamara perked up immeadiantly after the call of "Barfight!" was issued. 'Oh, crud...' She thought, as fighting erupted all around her. Her head whipped to the front, and her eyes widened, quite comically, as Aria's tail came whizzing towards her face. She pushed herself backwards, having to fall out the back of the chair to avoid being sliced. It just missed, but it did cut off a few of her whiskers and make the tip of her nose bleed. She winced at the unexpected pain. A large arden, who had managed to avoid the tail blade, spied the 19-year-old thill and decided to take her down, just for the fun of it. Readying his dagger, he lunged over the table and pinned down Tamara. <span style='color:purple'>"What the hell?"</span> She yelled. The arden exposed disgusting fangs and prepared to stab her. Silly thing. The thill beneath him's eyes narrowed dangerously. Now it was the males turn to utter a curse as Tamara's body heat sky-rocketed and suddenly flames sprung up and engulfed him. He rolled off silently, But Tamara was gasping and quivering violently. She wondered if she had exceeded her ability as her eyes started to water. <span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>OoC: Sorry for teh shortness 0_o</span>
Who:Rajjun Wearing:A dark red top that covered her top part, and tight blue jeans. Rajjun entered the bar that was screaming with noise. You could hear it all the way outside in the streets. A few people even stopped to stare, but not very many. She just assumed this sort of thing was normal, considering she wasn't originally from around here. As soon as she entered, her thick white coat with midnight markings bristled up as she ducked. A beer glass whizzed over her head as it flew out the open door and into the street, knocking some random passer-by unconcious. The Yki crouched and got into a pouncing position, snarling at the loudness and excitement. Rajjun had wanted something interesting to happen. An adventure. Well, she got her wish. Figuring that this had gone on long enough, she stood back up, closed her eyes, and suddenly snapped them back up. She sent several of the patrons into a deep sleep filled with dreams with her dream weaving skills. Also being an enchantress, she trapped a few others in a box. Since enchanting is just illusionary magic, the box wasn't really there, but they didn't know that. Some dragons just stopped and stared as she said, "Hmm. Much better." She took a seat and finished off a half empty glass of wine, it's owner one of the few slumbering away.
"A ship thats just what i need to be working on thought razor making his way over to the table that had the Arden crying in pain from been kicked in the balls "<span style='color:red'>nice kick mate he wont be getting up for a while</span>." turning to the thill razor asked "<span style='color:red'>so your the captian of the renagade huh? A ship like yours will need a cook and all i want in retun for my services is that you pay for the ingredients and we have a deal...can you think about it i have unfinished buisness with my former boss</span>." Pulling out his extra long filitting knife he sliced his way to his former boss who'd gone behind the counter and grabbed something. it wasnt untill he got the counter area did he realise what it was.....a rather rusty but still working double-barreled shotgun. <span style='color:red'>"aw vokcemd hall..." </span>was all he got to say before copping both shells in the left shoulder <span style='color:red'>"AGGRRRRRHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU BASTARD!!!! TAKE THIS!!</span>. Razor then pulled a meat cleaver frrom his cook's belt and chopped off three of his bosses fingers off causing him to drop the gun screaming in pain while razor walked back to the table his left arm limp "<span style='color:red'>well how about it</span>?" he asked while wrapping his clean teatowel around the wound to slow the bleeding. occ. guess what the ramathilian wirting is
gun still pointed at his head Beal just turned. Sheaved his tanto's and walked of to where the cook went still fearing his safety a little. "Are you in need of a good shot at all, my rifle will make quick work of enemy captains. and you dont have to pay me just feed me and give me a fair share of the booty"shouted beal over the screams of pain from the guys he had shot before. "Also im pretty good at sneaking but more of this somewhere quiet maybe" He was pretty sure the message had reached her but still continued to eye up the guy with two guns but he knew he would probally miss
Sarunus was getting really pissed off the cook completely ignored him the only one in the place that was aware of him was the arden with the blades. <span style='color:blue'>YOU WITH THE BLADES, YOU WANT A PICE OF ME!?! </span> he asked him aggressively still aiming both of his weapons at him. Although he would be screwed if the arden got close enough to actually use his blades. As the fight continued he noticed the thill who seemed to be the leader of the pirates seemed to be staying out of the fight. The he realized she was recruiting a new crew this could be his chance but it would have to wait. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>sorry for the short post</td></tr></table>
She spat, as the arden, whose shoulders she'd sliced, was trying to crawl away. She flicked her tail in a very annoyed manner, as she twisted around and lept into a group that was brawling. After she pulled herself out of that brawl, she cringed. He shoulders ached, "<span style='color:gray'>I'm to old to be fighting like this...</span>" she muttered, but nonetheless, fought. Aria had cut down a few more, and looked around. The amount of 'dragons in the bar was beginning to thin out. Windows were busted out where they'd been thrown out, there was blood on the floor. And from what Aria could tell, there was quite the ruckus outside as well. She lept up on the counter behind Razor she hissed in his ear, "<span style='color:gray'>I blame you for this...</span>" and lept away to fight some more. A tall arden was coming at her with a broken beer bottle. She quickly cut him away. She hissed under her breath, and walked into a somewhat fight-less area to catch her breath. She cursed as she saw her best Machinia draft pinned to a wall by a knife that'd gotten thrown. She whipped her head around, whoever did it would pay... he saw and arden readying another knife like it, and she severed his arm. She bared her teeth; she was an angry lady now, no more nice mechanic...
out.of.character. who ~ Sam "WOOOOHAAAAA!!!" The sweet tinkling of bells, and a small-ish, pale something launched itself across the room at a random 'dragon, insectile wings fluttering furiously. Sahmes had accompanied her captain, along with a few others of the Renegade's disintegrating crew, into the tavern, keen on some R&R what not could be achieved aboard the great vessel. She had been sitting with a comrade, engaged in polite conversation -- a frosty glass brimming with suspiciously steaming azure liquid close at hand -- when that odd fellow, that cook, attacked his boss, thus instigating what was sizing up to be the brawl of all brawls. With a last sip from her drink, the stout luk cracked knuckles, neck, the twin slivers of her tail, and bowled into the nearest unsuspecting patron. These past few weeks had been trying, to put it mildly, and this lovely lil' scuffle would be just the release she so desperately needed. Craved. The unfortunate lad she had so unceremoniously attacked yelled in pain as she wrestled his neck into a strong hold. "Gerroffme! OW!" he wailed, attempting to claw at her as she hung on to his shoulders, laughing manically.
