Natalie
The "Before" years
[M:0]
You can look, but don't touch.
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Post by Natalie on Sept 21, 2008 14:56:00 GMT -6
Natalie sighed at the antics of the men. 'What is it with men and fighting all the time?' she thought, sighing to herself. 'Oh well, at least Wylie isn't like that.
Looking at Crowley who still had his sword out, the thief said, "Well, there you go. You got two free rounds of drinks. Can we ignore this guy who thinks he's you?" Giving her statement a second of thought, she then said, "I changed my mind. The world can't handle two Crowley's." With that she turned to Wylie.
"Well, looks like your idea of getting supplies first fell through. We could just split up and get the supplies ourselves though," Natalie suggested.
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Post by Rayl Torien on Sept 21, 2008 15:03:13 GMT -6
At around this time, Rayl put his hood and bandanna back up, "Night. Imagine what you look like twelve or twenty years from now, and look at Crowley. That's you in a nutshell. It'd be like kicking yourself in the *ss!" with this shout back towards his companion, he entered the bar, were he quickly ordered the rooms for his comrades, both old and new, paying out of his own pocket, before sitting down at a table, and ordered a mug of milk, but he said in a way that the drunken fools around him would hear him. Yes, he was slightly ashamed that he couldn't drink, but it was for the best...
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Post by Richter Abend on Sept 21, 2008 15:54:50 GMT -6
Richter entered the town. It was dark, of course, and he wasn't sure if he had left Darius behind or not. "He's been gone forever," Richter muttered to himself. He had better things to do than wait around for somebody he barely knew. Since apparently the group was heading to the town anyways, Richter took Darius's invitation to follow Raymond wholeheartedly.
Richter looked around. Again, he noticed it was dark. There was, however, a lot of noise coming over from a building that looked like a tavern. The noise was probably hooligans and drunkards. Richter rubbed his temples. He hated taverns.
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Crowley
Mercenary
The Magnificent Renowned Drunk
Posts: 212
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Post by Crowley on Sept 21, 2008 17:17:15 GMT -6
Crowley looked at the man crawling in the sand. Pathetic. Then again, Crowley had done many things that would ashame many men. He sheathed his sword and sneered at the young lad.
"Train some muscles and prove yourself in the pub. Then, I'll accept your 'challenge'." He laughed sarcastically, long and loud and winked at Wylie as he did so often. He looked at Natalie as well and shrugged. If they wanted to get supplies, he wasn't going to stop them. While walking to the inn, he shouted to Natalie, Wylie and the others;
"Don't forget, this inn is our meeting point."
And then he proceeded to the inside of the inn. He was happy, he made sure to cover his face with his scarf, though. He was VERY curious to hear what Rayl had to say, and his words about this 'Night' were very curious, indeed. They implied that there could be a second Magnificent, but Crowley did not allow this to happen so fast. First, this young wolf had to be trained in the noble art of drinking. An art that only one man in Elibe had perfected.
His name? Crowley. You'll know him soon enough.
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Night
Mercenary
[M:-700]
Posts: 140
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Post by Night on Sept 21, 2008 19:00:31 GMT -6
Night blinked and thought. And thought. And thought. "...Wait a minute! You are SO going down!" he shouted, charging headfirst into the inn to tackle Crowley down. "And FYI, I am NOT a kid! I'm 25! ...Or am I twenty three...Or maybe thirty two...Hmmm..." He stopped just before he could reach Crowley to ponder this. "...Seventeen? Thirty five? Man, amnesia sucks...But anyways, I'm not a kid, and open your eyes man! Have you ever seen a guy with muscles like THESE!?!" He then did an Alex Armstrong pose, flexing his muscles in a very disturbing manner. "Tremble before my rippling biceps, fools! Mwahaha!" Recovering from his insanity spell, he smiled. "Oh, and Rayl, order me an Ostian Thunder! I loooooves me some Ostian Thunder!"
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Tobias
Myrmidon
DEAD
I've got a better idea: let's do it my way
Posts: 78
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Post by Tobias on Sept 21, 2008 19:04:20 GMT -6
((OOC: Man, the one day I get on late everything starts happening.))
After a 'conversation' that mainly involved insults and hollow boasting, they seemed to have finally decided on something and were headed to an inn. Once that was decided, Tobias ran to catch up with Crowley and asked "Hey, am I allowed to kill either of them, or is today going to be as boring as I expected?" Of course, he hoped to 'accidentally' pick a fight with some drunken loosers in the pub. It would at least distract him for a while.
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Post by Richter Abend on Sept 21, 2008 23:10:51 GMT -6
Richter walked in the door of the tavern to see Raymond conversing with a group of hooligans. One of them was flexing his muscles like an exhibitionist moron, accompanied by a man who looked like a chronic drinker. Another looked like he was out for blood. There were only two that looked normal. "Hey Raymond!" Richter barked. "How long were you planning on keeping us waiting?" He looked around at the mugs. "Looks like you're doing some serious scouting. Darius came with me, but I think he's still outside."
Richter walked up to bar, and brusquely sat himself down in a stool. "I'll have a bottle of hard liquor," he said to the bar tender, slamming down some coins.
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Crowley
Mercenary
The Magnificent Renowned Drunk
Posts: 212
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Post by Crowley on Sept 22, 2008 4:46:10 GMT -6
Crowley stared at Tobias and grinned after a while. This... Night person was very irritating after all. But then again, Crowley couldn't forgive Tobias for his assault on Wylie. He just shook his head.
"Don't cause trouble, or you'll have to get past me." He said it softly and friendly, the kind of order that parents gave to their child. He just smiled after that. Crowley walked past the guy who seemed to be demanding Ostia Thunder. A shitty beer in Crowley's opinion. And he had tasted them all.
"Ostia Thunder is a crappy beer. In my humble opinion, of course." Crowley muttered. And then he took a seat in front of Rayl and looked long at him. He drank his first pint, and started with the second one. Then, with a slam, he put the beer down and looked at Rayl again.
"Now. Tell me."
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Wylie
Troubadour
The Wrestler
Posts: 172
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Post by Wylie on Sept 22, 2008 9:08:36 GMT -6
(OoC: Holy Crap this thread got active fast)
Turning to Natalie, Wylie gave an apologetic shrug. "Sorry, Nat, but supplies are going to have to wait. There's free beer to be had, and we have some unsettled business with Rayl." He then pushed open the door and followed the others into the bar. He wasn't as knowledgeable about beers as Crow, but out of sheer loyalty he avoided the Ostian Thunder.
He did have to admit though, Night did remind him of a certain best friend of his, but he also had to agree it was definately a young and stupid version of Crowley. Wylie wasn't sure if he found this to be funny or concerning though.
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Jackie
The "Before" years
[M:0]
Posts: 49
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Post by Jackie on Sept 22, 2008 14:53:55 GMT -6
The next to enter the bar was Jackie. She saw a group of people with Rayl, Night, and Richter within. "Hey Ray, Richter and Darius missed you sooo badly I had to let them into the village." She sat down near the group where she could easily listen to their conversation.
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Post by Rayl Torien on Sept 22, 2008 16:07:03 GMT -6
(OOC: It got active because I came here. and the following long storytime thing has bolded words to show main points, just for the heck of it.)
"Aww... how sweet." Pure sarcasm was obvious in that, while Rayl reached an armored hand inside his cloak, and when he drew it, there was some blood on it. yes his wound from before had still been bleeding, but not much now, so it wasn't really something urgent,"Well, first off, I noticed Lycia has an official breakfast named after you. The 'Good Morning Crowley', basically a mountain of bacon crammed onto one large plate. and second off, when we left your company, myself, Persephone, and Alcibie, we stumbled upon more people when we arrived in Bern to look for information about these 'resurrected heroes' which I learned about from you and rumors about you...Few moments after that, some Dragon, who we later found out to be called 'Aeriuss' or however it's said, set fire to the whole city. And after kicking some Bernese *ss, we left where we met said dragon, and some wyvern rider named Alan, who was wielding Malte, the weapon of the Holy Knight, Barigan who created the Olde Code which I follow. So apparently my old companions hate me after a small drunken error of mine, I left them, decided to stop drinking so that wouldn't happen again, met some new comrades, but we got separated by a bandit attack, none of us were really prepared for them having Bern deserters amongst them, and well, currently we are trying to regroup while searching for information about a mercenary army in Etruria by someone they call 'The High Inquisitor'."
Well, that SHOULD summarize it all up, right? he couldn't help but think to himself, as a plate of bacon was set down before him, which he stared at for a moment, " Nope, not as much as your namesake dish. Anyways, now that I've finished my part of the story, care to tell me what happened with Crowley's Heroes since I left?"
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Tobias
Myrmidon
DEAD
I've got a better idea: let's do it my way
Posts: 78
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Post by Tobias on Sept 22, 2008 18:52:31 GMT -6
((I love how you don't even remember Jonathan))
Tobias sighed. I guess there won't be a good fight today either he thought, wandering off to see who was the drunk with the most potential outside of the group he wasn't allowed to kill. There wasn't much. He'd just have to see which group had the most to drink. Then he scowled because it was probably going to be Crowley's, so that wouldn't work. Maybe I'll just cut someone's head off, see who gets mad.
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Night
Mercenary
[M:-700]
Posts: 140
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Post by Night on Sept 22, 2008 19:15:28 GMT -6
Night looked at Crowley as if he had just been slapped in the face...then snickered...then howled in laughter. "Thats because its not BEER, you moron!" he laughed. "It's a blend of whiskey, scotch, and just a pinch of lemon juice. Nw stop belittling the good name of Ostia! Nothin' ever bad came outta that place! Just some good ol' whiskey and women luvin' mercenaries!"
Claiming a sit beside Rayl(And shoving down anyone who might have been occupying it,) he ordered himself the famous drink. Grinning, he began chugging..Only to spit it back into the tankard. "Blech! I can see why you don't like it! This is the worst drink ever! I knew Etrurians were wusses, but come on! Can't make a decent Ostian Thunder!?!"
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Post by Rayl Torien on Sept 22, 2008 19:28:33 GMT -6
"Well Night, that's because this ISN'T Ostia! Oh, that and that was my glass of milk...b*st*rd..." there was a look of amusement on his face though, as he helped himself to some of his bacon, and looked up towards their combined group: His own groups mage power, and the mixed amounts of Crowley's Heroes. Then there was Night who hand rambled on in, who he trusted the third most out of everyone. He oddly trusted Crowley the second most, but trusted Jackie's bluntness the most of all.
Anywho, he quickly ordered himself another glass of milk, hoping the amnesia-induced mercenary wouldn't take it again.
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Night
Mercenary
[M:-700]
Posts: 140
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Post by Night on Sept 22, 2008 19:35:55 GMT -6
Night blinked. "Why...so it was..." He then glared. "WHERES MY DRINK!?!" he demanded. The bartender quickly shufled about and then handed him another tankard. Drinking from it, Night's eyes widened and he spewed it back into the mug. "THATS EVEN WORSE!" he shouted, grabbing Rayl's mug to drink his milk. "OH..and that last glass of milk was sour. I saved your stomache, Boss!" He said cheerfully, now sporting a milk mustache. "BARTENDER! GET ME WHATEVER THAT B*ST*RD IS HAVING!" he demanded, pointing at Crowley. He then became cheerful again. Thats Night for you. Simply, absolutely, and without a doubt, insane.
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