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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/6/2016 3:35:10 AM
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[i][b][u]I Need A Drink | 2000 hrs[/u][/b][/i]
[i]The Lounge of Blades was quite full today. Practically every seat in the house was filled up. At the bar, a woman sat. She had the look of a soldier about her and the scars to prove it. She had a skin-tight suit of armor on and a desert eagle in her holster. She made a motion for the bartender to come over.[/i]
"[b]Ah, what'll it be miss?[/b]"
"Whiskey."
[i]She answered it in a rather disinterested tone. Her face was barely visible as she stared down at her empty glass, her flaming red hair covering her face. The bartender soon returned and poured her another glass which she downed in one gulp. She set it down, making a semi-loud noise.[/i]
"Another drink."
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"Very well." *A young woman takes the place of the bartender, waving him away as she sets a blue plastic cup onto the counter and reaches into her cloak to pull out a dark green bottle. She uncorks it and pours out the green mixture into the cup before sliding it over to Athena with a smirk* "This should have a good kick to it." [spoiler]Evil Juice. Can easily knock out 9-ft draconoids out within a few shots.[/spoiler]
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[i]She takes it and downs some of it before immediately regretting her decision. After she's... Recovered, she looks at you.[/i] "What the hell was that shit?"
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*The woman laughs* "It's called Evil Juice. One of the best drinks around."
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"And one of the strongest... Holy shit."
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"Nope, that title is held by a truly potent drink known as Orange Death. So potent, it can kill gods." *She shrugs* "Or that's what the lady said when she gave us some of it."
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"Note to self: Do not drink Orange Death."
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"A good policy that I would support. Losing customers is... Unfortunate." *She winks before moving on, leaving behind a bottle of orange juice*
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 10/6/2016 10:52:42 AMShe sees a woman with red hair herself, only with a blue streak added to the medal, ordering some beer. "Soldier, eh?" She asks, recognizing her some sort of soldier.
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[i]She nods.[/i]
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*You see her order some beer, as she turns to you.* "How long has it been since the battlefield?"
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Edited by Dougie: 10/6/2016 11:39:32 PM"About a year. Our ship crashed, shit went to hell, I lost another finger..." [i]She holds up her left hand which is missing her fifth and middle finger[/i] "We eventually got off that rock and went our separate ways. Now I'm here."
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"Ay...a few years to be honest....do you still get those? The nightmares that come with the wars we fight in?" She asks.
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"I used to. Haven't had em in a while though."
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"Yeah...same with me. Always the type to hold back the memories." Velinnea replied, as she chugged the beer down and ordered the second.
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"So... You got a name?"
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"Velinnea. Commander of the Republic here. You got a name?"
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"Athena."
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"Athena...goddess of the Greeks...clever name for a person like you on the field. So.." she asks, as her second beer comes, "how exactly did you come to the Dojo? Crashed? Just born here? Built? Massive T-Rex dug you up from a cryogenic chamber?"
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"Crazy magic shit happened, I fell through a portal of some sort and woke up here. Couldn't tell you exactly what happened."
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"Oh trust me...my story is somewhat complicated for me to tell you about." She responds.
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"Not like I'm limited on time..."
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[i]Within the bar and sitting next to the woman was another lady, one that had a rather peculiar presence. Those nearby mumbled and pointed at her, saying things and several names. Murderer. Traitor. Slaughterer. [u]Vileblood.[/u][/i] [i]Whatever they called her, she didn't seem to care. She looked as if she was from the past, with a long dark long coat with a deeply bloodstained shirt underneath, a handkerchief protruding from the neckpiece of the garb she wore. Leather gloves engulfed her hands as we light brown boots were muddied and laced up tightly. A simple cape was draped over her left shoulder, made of leather and a red fabric. A tricorne hat sat on a head of platinum blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, while a pure white feather protruded from the back of the headwear. She had no weapons, other than a decorated flintlock within her coat. The "Vileblood" looked over at the woman ordering drinks, silently staring at her before sliding over five dollars, as if she encouraged her drinking.[/i]
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[i]She takes it and looks over at who slid it to her.[/i] "Thanks."
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[i]The woman only nodded, revealing a smooth, strikingly pale face. She had high cheekbones, although they were shallow, with a sharp, smooth chin and light pinkish lips. The woman's eyes were a cold, light blue, staring right at the drinking woman next to her in a eerie fashion. This changed when the woman only smiled, but didn't speak.[/i]
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"You mute or something?"
