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4 minutes ago, kas said:

Elaren walked into the bar, immediately surprised by the inward appearance of the building and the lively mood. She had been traveling for quite a while to get to this famed tavern, and while she was surprised, she was by no means disappointed. The activity was a sight for sore eyes- especially after witnessing all the ruin of the area surrounding the tavern. 

She adjusted the bag on her back, then sat down in a nearby seat, still taking in all the sights of the room. She smiled and started tapping her feet to the fun music. 

"Greetings young lady!" The old man shouted. 

"Get yourself a drink on me!"

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She chuckled at the old man's enthusiasm and nodded a thanks at him, not wanting to strain her voice over the music. 

She ordered a beer and sat back down in her seat, taking her bag off so that she could lean back and close her eyes for a bit. 

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@kas

Perhaps it was more than just a petty gathering. Indeed, it took Liz a while to feel the presence of a small group forming behind her. But after a wild dragon appearance which had left most of the tavern stunned, she wasn't going to try to question what they were up to.

The gunslinger shifted her weight such that she leaned more onto her right hip, allowing her to turn without causing great stress to her exhausted body. She peered at the newcomer from a table near the entrance, whistling quietly as to kill the tension in the air. She looked at her companion. Rafael had fallen asleep again. Good riddance.

The night was cold. Liz could heard the winds howling loudly from outside the tavern, rattling the windows continuously. It must have taken this individual a lot of come here. And to think that the others were partying whilst this girl had just returned from the freeze of the wilderness.

Wincing, she gingerly pushed herself out of the chair, hearing a slight crack as an overly relaxed bone bent back into place.

Ow.

As she stood, her fringe fell over her robotic right eye like a black curtain. Her normal human left eye looked the newcomer up and down, sizing her up. The woman carried a bag, indicating that she wasn't just some beggar who had came here looking for a roof over their heads. Perhaps an adventurer of some sort?

Liz slid her hands into her pockets, her right hand reaching for a small lump of coins that lay at the very bottom. She made a rather direct path to the girl, such that she would see her coming. She didn't want to surprise the girl or take her off guard. After all, it would've been hard on anyone who had taken the effort to come here.

Upon reaching the girl's table, she raised her left hand and made a peace sign, tugging on the wooden stool with the ball of her foot.

"Care for a drink? I'm not taking any of this dude's cash. Yeah, he says he's paying for us, but for all you know he just wants to get us super drunk and high and then get in our pants," she grinned and offered to shake hands with the woman. "What's your name?"

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2 hours ago, Alyssa Coops said:

@kas

Perhaps it was more than just a petty gathering. Indeed, it took Liz a while to feel the presence of a small group forming behind her. But after a wild dragon appearance which had left most of the tavern stunned, she wasn't going to try to question what they were up to.

The gunslinger shifted her weight such that she leaned more onto her right hip, allowing her to turn without causing great stress to her exhausted body. She peered at the newcomer from a table near the entrance, whistling quietly as to kill the tension in the air. She looked at her companion. Rafael had fallen asleep again. Good riddance.

The night was cold. Liz could heard the winds howling loudly from outside the tavern, rattling the windows continuously. It must have taken this individual a lot of come here. And to think that the others were partying whilst this girl had just returned from the freeze of the wilderness.

Wincing, she gingerly pushed herself out of the chair, hearing a slight crack as an overly relaxed bone bent back into place.

Ow.

As she stood, her fringe fell over her robotic right eye like a black curtain. Her normal human left eye looked the newcomer up and down, sizing her up. The woman carried a bag, indicating that she wasn't just some beggar who had came here looking for a roof over their heads. Perhaps an adventurer of some sort?

Liz slid her hands into her pockets, her right hand reaching for a small lump of coins that lay at the very bottom. She made a rather direct path to the girl, such that she would see her coming. She didn't want to surprise the girl or take her off guard. After all, it would've been hard on anyone who had taken the effort to come here.

Upon reaching the girl's table, she raised her left hand and made a peace sign, tugging on the wooden stool with the ball of her foot.

"Care for a drink? I'm not taking any of this dude's cash. Yeah, he says he's paying for us, but for all you know he just wants to get us super drunk and high and then get in our pants," she grinned and offered to shake hands with the woman. "What's your name?"

"Young lady! I am to old for 'getting in peoples pants!" The old man laughed as he continued to play music. 

He was happy by the amount of fun he was having. Even if nobody else was. 

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The mood lightened in the bar, and Natsumi, by some divine miracle, lost the urge to fight and, instead, found the urge to dance once again.

She frowned, though. She was not familiar with any of these dances. She was oriental, after all, and only knew a few jigs danced by her own race, the desert people, and the diverse but small population of the Silent Assassins.

Her frowned deepened when she felt a pang of homesickness. She missed her deadly but strangely jovial friends.

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15 minutes ago, Queen Eggplant said:

The mood lightened in the bar, and Natsumi, by some divine miracle, lost the urge to fight and, instead, found the urge to dance once again.

She frowned, though. She was not familiar with any of these dances. She was oriental, after all, and only knew a few jigs danced by her own race, the desert people, and the diverse but small population of the Silent Assassins.

Her frowned deepened when she felt a pang of homesickness. She missed her deadly but strangely jovial friends.

"Come now honey. Loosen those joints and have some fun!" The old man said as he suddenly appeared in front of her.

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@Alyssa Coops

Elaren pushed her short hair behind her ears, wishing for a nice bath- or even a rainshower to get the dust and grime out of her hair. She sighed and let the thought go. It would happen when it happens. 

She looked up at the woman wearily but still stood to shake her hand and laughed at her comment. "My name is Elaren," she said with a friendly smile. "And what's yours?" She sat down again, scooting her seat closer to the table. 

She hadn't encountered many people on her travels, so it was refreshing to talk to someone again, especially someone who seemed pretty friendly. 

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57 minutes ago, Mr. Who said:

"Come now honey. Loosen those joints and have some fun!" The old man said as he suddenly appeared in front of her.

Her shoulders slumped slightly as she swigged her drink.

"... I suppose some 'fun' is in order," she says, giving a lazy grin. She stood, not daring to leave her weapons unsupervised.

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