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| The Crooked Virtue; a dark little pub | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 23 2008, 09:14 PM (144 Views) | |
| Edge | Feb 23 2008, 09:14 PM Post #1 |
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True Otaku
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OOC: this belonged to one of my best RPing friends on AF, Rukia (a well known mod on Animeleague.net [which i didn't know at the time]) Nestled in the quiet back streets of Old London Town is a place of mystery and wonder. Frequented by many but unknown to most this place deserves its reputation. Warmly lit through fire's light it welcomes all who find it. The inside of the Crooked Virtue is decked out with the finest wooden tables and chairs, the finish is of Oak and it has a musty yet inviting aroma. The walls are decked out with portraits of previous owners and famous adventurers. The name above the door suits it well, 'The Crooked Virtue' however not all that enter here are virtueous. You'll be greeted by a friendly smile from Pete the resident bar-tender,who keeps the bar in good order. Liquor lines the shelving and glasses are stacked side by side, beer on tap and wine at request. Food is served to the weary and the well-travelled at a reasonable price, just be sure to catch Emma's eye. The weather has taken a turn for the worst, darkening clouds and the familiar pattering of rain, a rumbling of thunder echoes. |
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| Shawn-lan | Feb 23 2008, 10:32 PM Post #2 |
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OOC: i don't really have anything for this so i'll do my best... your going to have to put in more of a plot... The rain was starting to come down hard. Someone dressed in a long black overcoat walked into the small bar. The face impossible to see because of the hood. The person slowly walked over to a table and sat down. They pulled off the hood revealing a young girl with long blonde hair. She sat there in silence. The rain continued to pelt down... |
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| Rukia | Feb 24 2008, 04:27 AM Post #3 |
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Wannabe Otaku
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She sighed deeply as she continued to meander through the city streets, the weather deciding that it would not be kind to this particular traveller. The rain began to fall first lightly before it seemed to her that the heaven's opened. The light tapping on the ground became more ferocious. The girl upped her pace and soon found what she had come to seek. Nestled away from most prying eyes was a place where you came to hide away from your troubles, 'The Crooked Virtue' a hand reached out from under a long dark coat and pulled on the door handle, the harshness of the night being replaced by warmly lit fires and a welcoming din of chatter. She walked with a slight purpose to the bar, the rain water dripping off her coat before she slowly sat down. "Get me a shot of the good stuff" she asked, motioning the bartender. |
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| Shawn-lan | Feb 24 2008, 10:30 AM Post #4 |
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The girl with blonde hair, samus, looked over to the bar. A man walked in and slowly walked over to samus's table. he sat down and they began conversation. after awhile Samus was going to claim the bounty she came for. she reached for the gun in her pocket......... |
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| Dylan | Feb 25 2008, 05:46 PM Post #5 |
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DOUBLE SHIFTS. NO BREAKS.
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The floor creaked as the next figure stumbled in. He wore a simple white T-Shirt, faded brown paint, and... He was soaked from head to toe, quickly going for the fire, trying to warm himself. It was then that everyone stared at him. An odd steel contraption covered his entire head. It covered his whole head, with each side bearing a face. One side was the face of someone happy, the other sad. It went though most facial expressions each one in a different side of the steel object. Suddenly, the mask shifted, dusty gears turned the faces. He turned to the bartender, bearing the smiling face. "Stormy night, Yes. I came here from, a faraway, place. Do not be alarmed, please bear with me. I have this on for a reason. Don’t ask, though. I would appreciate it if someone you would stop starring. I am just staying her for the night. I would also like if you would not try to impose any restriction on me, just because I have a… bounty. Being hunted for nothing more than maverick thoughts isn’t much a reason, but in this world, I guess so. So try not to be the hero of the story, at least for this night. I do not take kindly to heroes. They were never kind to me.” |
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| Edge | Feb 25 2008, 07:03 PM Post #6 |
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True Otaku
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There was a lould crash as a cloaked figure came crashing through one of the walls. in his hands were two key-like weapons. the person that had thrown him through the wall stepped through the hole to finish him. it looked like a cross between a human and a heartless. it was was 5'9, wearig a red and black suit with a dark red skirt. his face was covered in a pitch-black helmet. in his hand was what looked like a Keyblade made of Gears. "you think you are hot shit just because you train under Master Xehonort? Well, you must have never met me before!!" the cloaked figure yelled. With that, he disappeared and in an instant, he was behind the soldier. "Flash Step- Dark Aura!!" he cried. he rose up in the air and and disappeared for a few seconds. he reappeared a few feet away from the soldier with his back to him. with a snap of his fingers, the solider fell and melted into a puddle of darkness which evaporated. "Ah. what a pain in the ass... oh well. what's done is done. I need a drink." he removed his cloak, revealing silver hair and blue eyes. He then took a seat at an empty table after he propped his Keyblades against the wall. "Bartender, I'll take a shot of scotch, please."
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| Shawn-lan | Feb 27 2008, 05:00 PM Post #7 |
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OOC: holy crap i have nuthin but here it goes. Samus paused for a moment. She laughed because she knew a space pirate had put a bounty on her head. With one less target to worry about she pulled out her gun and blew off the head of her bounty. she took his sword as proof that she killed him. she sat down looked over to the bar and said "whiskey over here please!" |
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| Dylan | Feb 27 2008, 06:58 PM Post #8 |
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DOUBLE SHIFTS. NO BREAKS.
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The sound of the gunshot struck through the bar. The "thing" sitting by the fireplace flitchned and turned to the hunter. "Please Miss! If your going to something like that take it outside then go ahead. That isn't helping me ease my mind, so please keep that trigger finger down until you leave here. Then you can go about a genocide, I don't care. Just not in here. Thanks." He stood up and walked towards the bar. The iron mask shifted, face of surpised turned to face of greeting, a soft smile. "Water? That would be nice." |
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| Shawn-lan | Feb 28 2008, 05:23 PM Post #9 |
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Samus turned and aimed her gun at the man. her comment was short and sweet" i'll do what i want" nothinjg was said she just sat down and chugged her second glass of whiskey. |
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| Dylan | Feb 28 2008, 06:31 PM Post #10 |
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DOUBLE SHIFTS. NO BREAKS.
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"So a threat is what you wish to do?" He turned away from the bar, facing the bounty hunter. "If you’re going to take your targets, then do it with class, not what you’re doing right now. Is that gun your answer for all of your problems? What happens with you can't kill your target, to bring him in alive and be brought to justice the right way? Will you be able to handle that?" He took a step closer to her table. "I know who you are. Names are fleeting but I have heard about your skills. Space pirates, the alien menace Metriods, and all its wicked spawn. However, that cannot help you forever. This isn't a place for guns, and killing. That goes for you too, Keyblade holder. That key can open any door, but should they be opened?" "I came here because it was on my path. I drifted endlessly sleeping in space until I found a freighter that I grabbed onto. It was very easy to rip a hole in the hull, and cause the crew to be sent drifting to there cold graves. After reaching the computer, it was revealed to be a slave tanker, part of a strong crime syndicate that captured species and forced them to slavery. Did I care? No." "I learned your language through the computer, formed my body from a body that drifted away, and all I needed to land it. I came to this port planet because I could. No reason, it was only in my path. Did I care that I choose this bar, this small building to spend my night before I went back to my home in the empty stars? No." "Now I talk to a little girl with tiny organs in her weak body. She hides in flimsy metal from nomadic fools who I dealt with easily in the past. I know of your power, but I'm not afraid. I came here to relax. Don't take that away from me. If you really want to turn me in for the meager penalty for not paying dock fees that was placed on me, then do so. If you want to prove a point that you "can do whatever you want" by shooting a hole though this body, then go ahead. I have eaten enough organs to replace the ones that will be lost, and they are in working condition. I don't feel like... battling with a bounty hunter and a keyblade master." He stood right before Samus's table. He stared deep at her. Then the face changed to the joy. "Oh well, I'm not going to stop you. Why spoil the fun? Don't worry about me; I'll be talking to the strange girl with the black coat. It seems popular, that color statement. I'm really sorry about that, I get sort of ancy when I someone thinks they can stand a chance against me. You didn't know, well you could never correlate my entire existence, so I forgive you. Sorry for bothering you…” |
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