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| [Graded]Episode 1 - Sober is Overrated; Arc thread 1 | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 21 2012, 04:24 PM (1,459 Views) | |
| Vilis | Aug 23 2012, 06:03 PM Post #11 |
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(ᴗ˳ᴗ).。oO
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The bar had degenerated into pure chaos, drinks flying around and the bartenders trying to stop everyone but to no avail. There was no stopping what had began, and Mai decided that it was about time she joined in. Grabbing some random drink from the bar and chugging it down in mere seconds, she jumped up on the bar and looked down on the fight taking place in the middle of the room. "Maggots, you have been graced with the presence of the great Mai Lowrite. I will show no mercy to anyone that tries to defy my orders. You there, give me your best drink!" she declared pointing at one of the bartenders, who in turn shouted back at her. "Are you people all crazy? You just come in here and start a fight and now you demand more free drinks? Get the hell out of here!" The man's yelling was met with a knife landing on the wall next to him. "Do I have to repeat myself?" to which the man responded by running away. The people fighting didn't pay much attention to Mai, which annoyed her. She wasn't acting much different from her usual self, although she wouldn't normally openly attack someone for such a reason. "You people... stop fighting!" It was more a case of her wanting to blend in the fight rather than actually trying to stop them, but since nobody really seemed to pay her much mind, it was time for something more drastic. "I said, stop fighting!" she yelled one last time while shooting a fireball directly at the crowd. It was only a weak illusion and most ordinary people would see through it, but not these men in their drunken haze. The fireball headed straight for the group and exploded directly above them, showering them with what looked like small sparks of fire. This ultimately got the attention of most of the small fries who started running away from the imaginary flames. "Someone call the firemen!" people started shouting. Admittedly, Mai hadn't thought this through much. |
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| Yovel | Aug 24 2012, 06:06 AM Post #12 |
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Etherion will be mine!!!
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In a certain bar in Coreopsis, there was a strange event that only happens once in a blue moon. This bar was like any other bar, until tonight where a boy in green entered its door. There was a bird in green, but he doesn't matt- ARGH YOU STUPID BIRD STOP PECKING ME!!! *AHEM* As I was saying, in this bar where there was a green boy and green bird, something new and wonderful happened. The bar was lit up with so many people up on their feet with beer and ale flying everywhere. It was an odd sight to see as even though it was so loud and it was a joyous occassion everyone had a rage face one. The green boy who was on the green bird just replied with Yay poke poke poke. And this is where our story continues. The young boy was joined by a giant bear head who slammed the table and sprayed more alcohol. The lovely Mei sent illusions after illusions at people around the room and in their drunken stupor were unable to tell that it was real. It caused great panic and men were flailing around like pussies screaming fire fire. Yovel laughed as he managed to poke them away and then riding Vits like a chocobo, he pointed at the illusions and shouted SQUASH THY FOE WITH THOU FEATHERY ASS Vits then leapt into the air and landed onto the illusionary fire while Yovel was laughing away like a madman. He then pulled out his potion and looked at Sariel. TEDDY BEAR CAN BE A SQUIRREL Yovel threw the magic potion which could transform anyone into a squirrel for a short time. His target was Sariel, but in his extremely drunken state it could anyone and everyone one. |
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| K1ng | Aug 24 2012, 06:40 AM Post #13 |
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The f--king King
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Flesh ripped, bones creaked, and people stood in awe as Sariel's body began to twist in turn in an odd fashion. Despite hi entire frame being reconfigured, he didn't really feel pain. This must have been the result of that small vial that hat struck him moments before. First there was fire and people were panicking, next thing he knows, a vial smacks him in the chest and his body changes. What was happening to him anyways? this had to be some odd form of magic or something because no alcohol would cause him to do this, though, to be honest, he didn't very much doubt that such a magic alcohol could potentially exist. After a few more moments of this odd transfiguration, his body came to a halt. It seemed as if he had finished transforming into whatever it was that he had become. Scurrying across the floor, Sariel found a large shard of glass to see his reflection in. A squirrel, yep, a fucking squirrel. He was now a furry rodent, though his size remained the same. Oddly, Yovel made a miscalculation or something because Kumask remained unfazed by a potion, as it isn't a part of his body. This meant that while his body was that of a large purple squirrel, his head remained that of a bear. Despite Kumask's oddly cartoony look, to these drunken idiots, Sariel most likely appeared as a bear. This was hinted at by the fact that someone shouted "Oh god, how'd a bear get in here!?!" Now, even Sariel knew it was a bad idea to look like a bear in a public place. Things like that caused panic, and panic is bad, especially in large groups of people. Due to a lack of thought on his part, he failed to realize that the bar was already in a state of disarray and it didn't really matter if he looked like a bear. Anyways, ignoring all semblance of judgement, Sariel performed the only action that made any logical sense. "RAWR I'M A TALKING BEAR" Sariel turned towards a young female who had been in the bar almost as long as he had. "I'ma eat'chu lil lady!" With a slow wobbly shuffle, Sariel made his way towards his 'prey'. |
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| Vilis | Aug 24 2012, 09:09 AM Post #14 |
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The panic caused by Mai's flames was stopped when the green gird "extinguished" them by sitting on them. But chaos was bound to continue as the man with the bear mask got turned into... something else but still had that weird bear mask on his head. Now people were running around screaming, bear!, bear!, failing to realize it was just a... something with a bear mask. But to a drunken Mai the rest of his body looked like an adorable purple squirrel. In fact, it looked so adorable that when the man came to her shouting something in a threatening voice, she didn't run away from it, nor was she scared, but she approached the weird creature and hugged it. "Aren't you an adorable little thing? You are so cute and cuddly!" she said in a drunken stupor, failing to realize that the person she was hugging was still, in fact, human. There were several people running around them, but one person in particular seemed angry at the "bear". He was holding a piece of wood from a broken table and he looked like he was about to attempt something heroic. With a loud yell, the man charged at the "bear" and Mai who was hugging him. But his drunken assault was interrupted when he tripped on some broken glass and his attack instead landed on Mai's head instead of the bear. "Ouchie!" she let out a small shriek of pain before falling to the floor. There was not much force behind the blow, but it was enough to unsettle Mai, and together with her being drunk her attitude changed completely. Mai was not used to being hit, she hadn't been in a real fight her whole life. Everything in the circus was calculated so that nobody got hurt. So this was the first time Mai received an actual hit in battle. Rubbing her head, she got up on her knees, and looked at the one who hit her with teary eyes. "You, you you hit me! You big meanie!" she said while breaking into tears like the little girl she is. Not exactly little as she was seventeen, but you get the picture. She then created a rainbow shield, a sphere surrounding her entire body, in which she stayed inside and sobbed. |
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| Yovel | Aug 24 2012, 02:57 PM Post #15 |
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Etherion will be mine!!!
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Yovel noticed that there was somebody that smacked both Sariel and the girl that was holding him. The girl burst into tears as she was reeling from the pain of being whacked. Yovel came to her rescue on Vits his feathery horse drenched in ale. Jumping to them while readying his mop head, Yovel slapped the man silly with his mop and jumped off Vits. Yovel then used his pimp slap of doom on the man and sent him flying across the bar. The man crashed into a group of people, but Yovel didn't care as he was still attempting to deal with the injure pair. Walking up to Mei, Yovel pulled out a healing salve and said Here, use this on your boo boo. Yovel gave the salve to Mei and then picked up Sariel and grabbed a jug of ale. He then decided it was best to feed Sariel the jug of ale like a baby. So holidng Sariel like a baby in his arms, Yovel slowly poured the ale into the bear head squirrel. Sariel didn't bother Yovel at all, but he had forgotten at this point that Sariel was the strange almagamation of animals that Yovel had in his arms right at that moment. Yovel stopped and thought for a moment about what the bear head squirrel might like and decided to pass him back to Mei. Yovel then looked around and saw the panicked man who had hit Mei. Yovel stood up and walked up to him who responded with a What is it kid? Yovel slapped the man in the face and punched him in the nose. The man doubled over and Yovel grabbed him by the hair. Yovel then had the certain look that he hadn't had in a long bloody while. It was the I'm going to put you in your place look. Raising his free hand, Yovel readied his assault |
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| K1ng | Aug 24 2012, 11:24 PM Post #16 |
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The f--king King
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Sariel was man handled. Man. Fucking. Handled. He was hugged, grabbed, thrown this way, thrown that way, thrown in the air, pushed to the ground, thrown again, hugged again, and then pushed to the ground, and finally helped back up and handed to a random girl. What in the hell. No one man handles Sariel! That is some serious bullshit, and he wasn't going to sit still and let it happen. Readying his squirrely fist, Saril cocked his arm back and was about to knock Yovel on the noggin. Sadly for him, his body once again began to rip and tear. His hair receded, the tail grew back up into his spine, his face under the mask got restructured, and his legs grew back to normal length. His arms lost their claws, and reformed into fists and his bone structure realigned. While all of this happened, Yovel was beating on some poor man and was also readying his fist/hand for a spectacular hit of some sort. Sariel had no intention of letting him finish. Friends don't turn friends into furry rodents just for the fun of it, granted, they were both drunk. "H-heay you!" The statement had no obvious subject, as Sariel was pointing his finger in a wobbly fashion that could indicate any of the several people it glided over. "I'm gonna get you real real good, you hear?" Sariel stumbled over slowly towards Yovel, his arm swinging in a cartoonish fashion, as if to 'wind' up his blow. Then he simply went 'RAH' and swung down on the young boy. A bit to Sariel's dismay, he was more drunk than he thought. He didn't even get close to hitting Yovel, instead swinging down just above his shoulder and conveniently in line with the beaten mans face. The fist crashed against the guys cheek bone, a loud crack being heard to anyone close enough. "Uh... heh.... oops," Sariel righted himself and chuckled awkwardly at what he had done. That dude's face was probably ruined for a good month. |
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| Vilis | Aug 24 2012, 11:42 PM Post #17 |
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The buy seemed to completely ignore Mai's shield which shattered as he walked through it, fake glass scattering everywhere. He then handed Mai some sort of salve saying something incoherent along with it and left to do fsm knows what. Mai looked at the salve she was given, she had no idea what it was, but the boy's words seemed to point at her using it to treat her injury. But as she was drunk like the rest of the bar, she couldn't comprehend the complexity of the item before her. What was supposed to be a salve for her to spread on the wound on her head looked like a potion to Mai. No sane person would drink such a foul smelling thing, but again, Mai was drunk. She downed the thing in one gulp, and immediately after that she spit it out disgusted. She didn't understand exactly what had happened, but in her mind the boy had tried to poison her. That much she was certain about. Wiping the tears off of her face, she got up determined to punish the boy. Wobbling over to the boy, grabbing a drink along the way, she somehow managed to reach behind him. She ignored the bear standing next to him, and she moved in for the |
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| Yovel | Aug 25 2012, 01:16 AM Post #18 |
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Etherion will be mine!!!
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Yovel saw that lots of people were jumping at him and he thought that they were playing chasey. Yovel laughed then ran away to the tables and slipped on somebodies face. Yovel fell fowards as his footing was offsetted by the uneven face and lack of balance due to the alcohol. He went flying forwards and into a group of people. He skidded across their table and this didn't send anything up into the air as most of their drinks were already on the floor with the chaos that had occurred. He decided to find Vits, but the first green thing he could see was a pot plant. Jumping off the table and towards the pot plant, Yovel hugged it then heard the growl of people behind him. Yovel ran behind the pot plant and then through its leaves thinking they were Vti's feathers, he peered at the people that were in the bar thinking that no body could see him. He started to plot and plan even more craziness while he was in the corner behind a plant. Vits on the other hand had spent the last few moments trying to squish the illusionary flames, squatting continuously to see if it went out. Eventually it vanished and then he looked around the room. He couldn't find Yovel at all and then looked for bear head. Bear Head was admiring his work that he did to a guy's face and Vits thought maybe bear head might know where Yovel was. Waddling towards him, Vits tripped on some mugs that were on the floor and slid across the ground. His talons were flailing as he tried to keep his balance and his wings up and all around him. He accidently shot out Feather Storm in random directions because of this and one of the feathers poked a Tartaros mage's ass crack. He squealled in pleasure and his cohort of friends laughed at him. This made the mage angry and he shouted Who the hell owns this bird. Vits steadied his feet and then pointed his wing as Sariel with a sheepish grin. Edited by Yovel, Aug 25 2012, 01:16 AM.
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| K1ng | Aug 28 2012, 07:01 AM Post #19 |
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The f--king King
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Sariel stared at the mangled face for a moment longer than he would have liked, and this ended up having an odd effect. For the first time in a long while, Sariel honestly felt bad for something he had done to another person. This guy hadn’t done much to deserve the fist in the face, he certainly hadn’t done anything to Sariel specifically. Sure, it may have been an accident that he got hit at all, but he still did, and it was Sariels fault. What right did he have to go around hitting people as he pleased just because he was drunk? This entire fiasco was caused by him and Yovel, and others who had gotten aggressive too quickly. Innocent bystanders who were now involved didn’t deserve any of what was happening. Seriously, what the fuck was wrong with him(him being Sariel)? He was a knight for crying out loud. This was not how a knight should act, it was actually pathetic. Already worthlessly low ranked knight causes bar fight and attacks innocent people. He did this while drunk in a town out of his jurisdiction. He had no cause or reason to do this, he’s just a big dick. This was the hypothetical newspaper title that Sariel imagined as he thought about the happenings. He really was just a big sack of shit. Sariel stood, thoroughly sobered and looked around the bar at all the chaos and destruction that had transpired. What in the fuck. What in the fucking fuck. This was not Ok, like not even slightly. People were beaten and battered. There were injured people of various degrees lying around on the ground, moaning in pain. Seconds ago, before Sariel had sobered up a bit, he hadn’t heard a single whimper, mostly because he was too inebriated to care. That was a huge problem to him. He didn’t care. There were injured people around him, crying out in pain and he didn’t even care. This is not something that a knight can be Ok with. Not caring about the sick, helpless and hurt? That was completely opposing the ideals of a knight. Sure, Sariel wasn’t a good knight, hell, he had done his fair share of illegal and dangerous things as a knight, but never, not once, had he simply not cared about the suffering of innocents. It was something he had always thought about, and tried to prevent. Innocent people should not suffer. It was simple. If they did nothing to cause bad things, and never stepped into harm’s way, why should they ever feel any pain? It wasn’t fair. And don’t even say life’s not fair, because that’s common sense. Sariel knows life isn’t fair, but that doesn’t mean he shouldn’t strive to try and keep it safe and balanced for the just. Looking across the room, Sariel stared at Yovel, who up to this point, had been just as destructive, if not more destructive than himself. It was disgusting how such a young boy could be mucking around causing such chaos. Why was he doing it? Was this how he normally acted? Was this how a boy who couldn’t be more than 18 acted? Causing wide spread panic and hurting people? Where had morals gone? Never in a million years would Sariel have acted like that at his age. Granted, Sariel was a jungle raised wild boy, and was not quite the ideal person to compare against a normal boy. But still, he had left his village to give them piece of mind, he had been self sacrificial, not chaotically and unsympathetically cruel. Yovel was stepping on people, hitting people, allowing his bird to destroy things, and it was not alright. A young man should not think of, nay, not be capable of doing stuff like this. Sariel couldn’t let this go on any longer. He had a duty, not just for the sake of those being attacked, but for the sake of Yovel and making sure he doesn’t grow up to be an evil mage, to stop this boy and set him straight. Even if he was weaker than him, he would stop at nothing to set him right and stop this meaningless idiocy. ” Hey…” Before he could even say anything, he choked on his own words. His throat was dry and he needed something wet to clear it out. ”Hey Yo—“ This time he sputtered and coughed a bit. His throat was as dry as chalk, and he really needed to drink something. Grabbing a cup of what he thought was water, Sariel took a large gulp. What in the hell was he thinking? He was in a bar for Christ’s sake. There was no way that the random ass cup of fluid sitting on the ground was water. Sariel was greeted with the familiar taste of vodka, and oddly, nothing else. Who just drank a cup of straight up vodka? That’s just fucking weird, but anyways, back to helping Yovula. Yovula? Who the hell is Yovula, ahahha. Sariel just laughed inside his own head. What in the hell was going on? Something was up with that cup he had just drinkin. There was no way it was straight vodka with the way he was no feeling, something had been put in it, but Sariel had no idea what. He hadn’t tasted anything else, and he was familiar with vodka, so it couldn’t be too outlandish, or, it was so outlandish that it was strong and tasteless, and he was now screwed. His mind raced at a million miles per hour as he went over a million possibilities as to what it was. It was clearly a stimulant as he could feel his blood boiling, and the evident racing of his mind, but what else was it? His vision was splotchy, and he could see colorful shapes out of the corners of his eyes, but whenever he turned to see them, they were gone until once again, he noticed them at the corners of his eyes. Was it just his mind playing tricks on him? Or what the hell was going on. Whilst he was befuddled, and lost in thought, something else was going on behind him. Vits had apparently set Sariel as the target of an angry group of people. The weird part was they were listening to a apparently intelligent bird who understood human speech. Who would listen to a fricken bird? That’s just silly, thought they were probably drunk so whatever. What mattered was that they were approaching him, and he had no idea of it. At least, he didn’t think he did. Before he even knew what he was doing, he was already holding one of the men by the throat, high into the air. He had just moved so fast, that his own mind couldn’t keep up with his body, and had blanked out on the whole thing. That didn’t seem likely though… What had happened? Was he having blackouts at random points in time? Or had he seriously moved that fast? He had no idea. The more likely scenario was that his body moved like normal, and his brain had slowed down, roughly causing the same effect. He was certainly strong enough to lift a person, so it wasn’t crazy for him to do such a thing, but the problem was he didn’t want to do it. He didn’t want more violence, or to cause any more problems. What he wanted to do was settle down, and try and clear everything up. Hell, the stingy him was even willing to pay for all the damages caused, but he just couldn’t bring himself under control. “Sorry, wait, don’t!” Whilst he was releasing the first man, and trying to apologize to fix things, another had pulled a leg from a table and was about to attack. Once again, before he could react, the guy was already on the ground, beaten to a pulp. Over and over again in his head, Sariel screamed at himself to stop, but his body just wouldn’t listen. Similar situations happened with the other two men, and again, Sariel felt horrible. These guys wouldn’t have fought without all the misunderstandings. “Stop…” Sariel couldn’t help but wheeze after all the action. Despite chugging an unknown drink, it hadn’t exactly wet his parched throat. He still seriously needed something to drink as it felt like his throat was cracking. He must have inhaled dust or something that was stirred up during all the action, which made him feel stupid since it was his fault to begin with. On the plus side, he felt good that he was suffering for his actions. Had he escaped this mess completely uninjured, he would never have forgiven himself. Looking around, Sariel grabbed a few beer bottles. It wasn’t exactly water, but it also wasn’t a strong alcohol or a mystery liquid, so he felt safe drinking it. Sadly, despite how sober he thought he was, he still had a lot of alcohol in his system, and this was just pushing him further over the edge. He thought he was acting rational, and began moving around the room, with no real aim. He didn’t know he had no aim, in fact, he thought he was walking towards a goal, but he was walking around like an idiot none the less. When he came to, he was peeing on a wall, whilst moaning quite loud. It drew the attention of a few people, but he quickly zipped up his pants midstream. This caused a rather exaggerated and embarrassing patch of fabric on his pants to turn a dark blue. He had just partially wet himself because he was a moron. He was now more ashamed than ever at his actions. He was supposed to be a public figure that inspired safety and peace of mind, and here he was pissing on himself. If the knights ever found out about this, he would be kicked out, and most likely shamed for life. There was no one on the entire world that felt more pathetic than he did at that moment. He had completely abandoned all thoughts of fixing Yovel, as he himself needed just as much work. In his deluded depression, he even convinced himself that he was the reason Yovel was so bad. He had been a bad influence and corrupted the boy, which was actually partially true. Over the past few months, he had pulled Yovel into some silly, and corrupting situations that he wasn’t proud of. Until now, he hadn’t even thought of it as anything other than fun. He had corrupted a boy, and thought nothing of it until the beast had been released, causing havoc everywhere. Perhaps he had been such a pathetic person for much longer than he now realized. If he hadn’t noticed the bad things before now, then how long had he been a horrible person? One month? Three months? A year? Five years? Who knows, but it was evident that this was nothing new. If it wasn’t new, then why should he even care anymore? If he hadn’t changed, and apparently wasn’t going to change, then why even worry about it? There was no reason to worry about it, and this was an extremely liberating feeling. Sariel walked promptly behind the bar and rested his head below one of the draft beer dispensers. If he was going to be a pathetic drunken slob, then he might as well do it with some pep, and excitement. Pulling the short lever, he began flooding his system with alcohol. His liver and kidneys were going to hate him after this evening, but fuck his organs. They were just as twisted and corrupt as he was, and deserved to suffer. After his long chug, Sariel ran fourth and elbow dropped one of the men he had downed earlier. It felt wonderful, and he now knew how he planned to live the rest of his life. He would be a pathetic thug of a knight, and just do whatever the hell he wanted. “FUCK YEAH YOVEL! This shit is fun!” |
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| Vilis | Aug 28 2012, 01:09 PM Post #20 |
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Mai managed to get up after some time, sober enough to walk without staggering, yet not so sober to realize exactly what she was doing. Looking around the bar, there were more people lying beaten up on the ground, and the bear guy looked like he had just finished drinking a huge amount of beer, or whatever kind of drink it was. Thinking to herself that she wasn't going to lose to him, Mai also grabbed one of the countless bottles and glasses of alcohol lying around, and chugged it down in one gulp. Feeling more energetic than before, she thought it was time to cause some more chaos. She climbed back up on the barstool, albeit having some trouble with it, and looked around the place. It was time for a second attempt at "burning" it down, since the first one was so successful but thwarted by the green bird. She aimed at the space above everyone, and fired off another fireball. "Mwahhahahahhahaha, cower before my power weaklings!" What followed next was inevitable panic. Once more, the fireball soared through the air and exploded, showering the room with tiny imaginary sparks. People were shouting about there being another fire, some tried pulling the fire alarm yet were unable to find one, others were stomping on the people lying on the floor, and a few ran out of the bar completely. This might alarm the guards of the city to the havoc that took place in this bar, although they would probably be unable to properly question the drunkards that ran out of the place. They were probably going to go on a bout there being a fire at the bar, but as there wasn't really a fire, the guards were just going to ignore it as the ramblings of drunken fools. Back in the bar, Mai was pleased at the effects her fireball caused, laughing like a maniac all the while. "Bow before me, bow before the great Mai Lowrite and you may live!" The brief time she spent crying and lying on the ground was behind her now, she had reverted to her usual crazy personality. |
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