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Post by Aeyara Rossignol on Dec 13, 2010 19:52:14 GMT -5
Aeyara was knocked to the ground by the weird drunk guy, though glad he agreed with her. She looked at the gun Scott had placed back in her hand.
"I don't want this... I want a promise." she frowned. She didn't bother getting off the ground since she was kind of dizzy anyway. So she just sat there crossing her arms and frowning at Scott.
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Post by Scott Osborne on Dec 13, 2010 19:54:32 GMT -5
Scott looked at her and held his hand out to her on the ground. "I swear on the name of Legionne de e'strange. That I shall not kill anyone, ever again..." He smiled, hoping that somebody would recognize the name of the French Foreign Legion.
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Post by Aeyara Rossignol on Dec 13, 2010 19:56:25 GMT -5
Aey grinned at took his hand.
"I have no clue what that is but it sounds serious. Now that that's all solved..." she looked around and picked up a nearby bottle and opened it.
"Anyone up for some drinking games?" she looked at the little group that had gathered, still grinning.
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Post by Scott Osborne on Dec 13, 2010 19:58:17 GMT -5
Scott grinned and smiled. "Okay, sure. Don't suppose you have beer pong here do you?" He asked as he put the revolver back together.
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Rutger
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Post by Rutger on Dec 14, 2010 1:14:26 GMT -5
 - [Neutiquam Erro]The swordsman remained quiet and stayed out of focus as the others negotiated with each other. He crossed his arms and watched Aeyara talk with Scott.  "..." Tilting his head to one side, the swordsman regarded the group curiously. The people here were certainly unusual... however, it seemed as though whatever disputes they'd been quarreling over had subsided. The swordsman nodded his head downward and murmured to himself.  "...At least we got that sorted out." They seemed to be turning their attention to another event... some sort of game? The swordsman wasn't certain what was going on, but the prospect of having some form of match brought out his competitive side. He leaned in closer for a better look, keeping a close eye on Aeyara in particular. |
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Post by Aeyara Rossignol on Dec 15, 2010 17:42:06 GMT -5
Aey thought for a moment.
"Hmm.. Well I was thinking something along the lines of watching a fight or two and taking shots each time someone starts bleeding, but that sounds good too!" she grinned and took a drink.
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Post by Scott Osborne on Dec 15, 2010 18:18:29 GMT -5
Scott shrugged, "As much as I like a good fight, I don't think there's anyone here who would be willing to fist fight..." He turned to walk towards a near by building, hoping to raise some heck with the people inside it.
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Post by Lamuria Nerat on Dec 15, 2010 22:23:34 GMT -5
Meanwhile, a rather.... interesting.... figure was cut by the new king of Alberisato, who was currently drinking to his success and lamenting his lost queen and flirting with everyone in sight simultaneously.
He was wearing his usual attire, accented now by a green-tinted circlet that adorned his hair, wrought into the shape of a vine with delicate leaves, and he bowed towards Scott as he entered the building.
"Oh my fair soldier!" he began. "You must be from that most noble of other worlds! Let me welcome you to Allorum properly with the warmest welcome you can imagine, the welcome of a new ruler just ascended to the throne!"
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Post by Scott Osborne on Dec 16, 2010 6:55:49 GMT -5
Scott grinned and said "Congratulations on your new position of power. I'm a Regicide back on Earth though, I don't often find a King who wants to welcome me!" He patted the King on the back. "What did you have in mind?" He asked.
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Post by Lamuria Nerat on Dec 16, 2010 13:24:47 GMT -5
Lamuria smiled. "A regicide, huh? Well, then, I shouldn't let you too close! But you seem to finally be someone who really knows how to enjoy a party." He pouted slightly, then brightened. "First, let's have ourselves a drink! And then, maybe some fun.... there's a lot of beautiful people here at the party, you know. Flowers, all of them, with their own beauties and fragrances... lovely!" He sighed happily, then took Scott by the shoulder and led him over to where a makeshift bar was set up. "What do you drink?"
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Post by Scott Osborne on Dec 16, 2010 13:41:10 GMT -5
"Anything strong, It takes quite a bit to make me tipsy. No one knows why, I guess it's just because my body has a strong resistance to anything it might consider hostile or foreign. . ." He allowed himself to be led to the bar, something he didn't usually tolerate. There was just an aura about the man that made him inviting. "You've got girls? Interesting.... I had a bit of a dispute over one out in the street. Pretty stupid business, that was."
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Post by Lamuria Nerat on Dec 16, 2010 13:44:06 GMT -5
"Oh, girls and more," he affirmed, grinning. "Sorry you had a tiff over a lady back there; let us drink and ease your ills of the heart! Bartender, something strong, for the Earth soldier!" HE raised his glass, sloshing a little out, and took the last swig from it. "And a refill, for a lonely king!"
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Post by Scott Osborne on Dec 16, 2010 13:47:07 GMT -5
Scott frowned at this man's mention being single. "A King without a queen? That's like a soldier without his creed! Unless you're a bit of a . . . promiscuous King?" He asked as he downed a shot of whatever the bartender put in front of him.
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Post by Lamuria Nerat on Dec 16, 2010 13:54:05 GMT -5
"Alas," he replied. "I have not yet found my one true love." He took a sip from his glass. "You see, I was only a Captain under Queen Lilith, expecting never to ascend the throne, but she fell to the hands of a Hero and her twins disappeared, leaving myself the only heir. Now, of course, you're going to hate me, seeing as you are a Hero, and I, a former Sumata Captain under Trucido's own consort, but such is fate and life; mistakes are made, flowers die, and at the end of winter, new lifegrows from them, but others rarely see it...." He sighed lengthily. "But no matter. Let us think of happier subjects; such as the flower of love that may surely blossom tonight!" He took another gulp from his glass after raising it into the air once again.
Scott would be finding that whatever it was that the bartender had poured him was, indeed, quite strong...
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Post by Scott Osborne on Dec 16, 2010 13:58:35 GMT -5
Scott shook his head. "No, I don't hate you. I'm not a hero, far from it. I'm a Mercenary, I fight for whoever pays more. Heck, one time I helped liberate a city from a fascist regime, then helped them reclaim it." He raised his glass and breathed out heavily. "I want to punch someone's lights out..."
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