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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/10/2016 2:44:14 PM
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[i]Card burst into the bar, hands tucked into his pockets as she made his way over to the bar, taking out a cigar and lighting it as if in routine.[/i]
"Whaddya have?"
[i]He asked the bartender, kicking his feet up onto the counter, completely oblivious to the stares of other people who were staring at him. The bartender replied, and he nodded slightly.[/i]
"I would like a beer. Specifically a gold, if you have it."
[i]He took another puff, glancing around at the crowd.[/i]
"What? I'm just tryin to get a drink."
[spoiler]Open to all; fight, talk, arm wrestle, idc[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/45/76/5f/45765f6598e38f1eb09f28127e03071c.jpg[/spoiler] [b]The man was big, that was for sure. He clocked in at six-seven, with broad shoulders that seemed to fill up the space between them. He wore a leather vest, jeans and no shirt, replaced by an array of massive muscles and abs. A necklace of sorts lay over his neck, a cross, perhaps. His hair was brown in a peculiar style. What really stood out was his face, square like with a clear jawline, overshadowed by the massive scar. A greatsword of similar nature in size and chipped looks rested on his back, two pistols on his sides and a shot gun sideways on the small of his back. As you passed by, he called out in a not-so-surprisingly gruff voice.[/b] One must have respect for the owner. He may have spent lots of time cleaning that counter. I don't think he would like it if you placed your dirty boot upon the wood.
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[i]He took a puff from his cigar, turning to the man.[/i] "Huh. I guess I should probably move them, eh?" [i]He seemed bored, not moving his feet as he continued to sit there.[/i]
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Obviously. [b]He sat at ax table for two in from of the bar by the side wall, a glass of well, something, in his hand. He took a long sip before speaking again.[/b] Unless you feel entitled to disrespect the bar. Those cases don't go over so well. [b]Most people's stares turned from the wanderer with his feet on the counter, to their drinks. They wouldn't want to get involved in case something broke out. [/b]
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"Nah. Of course not; unless the owner wants to disrespect me." [i]He sipped his drink, eyeing the owner of the voice with mild interest.[/i]
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In other words, take your feet off the counter before someone makes you. [b]As the owner of a beverage establishment himself, his pet peeve were people like this. It didn't help that his feet were STILL ON THE TABLE. Most locals now we're deciding against the drifter. It was their town, and their bar. Not his. [/b]
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"Alright..." [i]He grumbled, removing his feet from the counter. Things were a lot different here. He pulled out a deck of cards.[/i] "Poker anyone?"
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[b]With a chuckle of satisfaction, he went back to his drink, simply keeping an eye on the man in case things once again got tense.[/b] [spoiler]End?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I guess?[/spoiler]
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[b]Dojoville's bars weren't exactly known to have the best drinks. Some of the taverns just sold water instead of beer. This particular bar however, was probably the top one which explained the three Knights that entered The first, was standing at eight feet tall with a massive hammer. He had armor on, which seemed thick and strong. The second was a seven foot man, with a giant greatsword on his back. The greatsword was almost his size, standing at 6 feet 6 inches. The last one was a simple Knight, holding two swords. One in each hand. [/b]
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[i]He turned to the knights, eyeing them curiously.[/i] "You guys come to retake the Holy Land?" [i]He chuckled, taking a sip of his drink nonchalantly.[/i]
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"Oh great." [i]"Another one of em wanna be comedians."[/i] [u]"Guys, at least he's not like Drake."[/u] "Don't get me started." [i]"Who are you?"[/i]
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"A guy who likes some questionably good beer. That's pretty much it." [i]He was unfazed by their remarks, and he pointed to the guy with the large sword.[/i] "Holy shit- pun intended," [i]He chuckled.[/i] "How much does that thing weigh?"
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"[i]I had it custom made, so for me it's light as a feather while for others it's anywhere between 100 and 1,000 pounds "[/i]
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"Witchcraft!" [i]He muttered, moving his feet and eyeing the sword with awe.[/i] "Can you cut a car in half with it?" [i]He asked curiously, taking another puff of his cigar.[/i]
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"[i]I Never tried.... Maybe I should. "[/i]
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"Here, lets go try. There's plenty of them outside." [i]He guzzled the rest of the drink, slapping some change on the counter with a rather generous tip, grinning.[/i]
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[i]"Right behind you."[/i] [b]The Knight stretches, heading for the door [/b]
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[i]He walked out, gesturing to a shiny red car. It looked pretty expensive.[/i] "That one should do." [i]He said, grinning maniacally.[/i]
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"Who's is it?"
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"Don't know don't care!" [i]He said hesitantly, visibly excited.[/i] "Alright, let's see what that cleaver of yours can do."
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"[i]Here goes."[/i] [b]The Knight raises his sword and swings downwards, easily cutting through the car like a hot Knife through butter [/b]
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"Holy shit." [i]He muttered, eyes wide as he dropped his cigar in amazement.[/i] "Damn, I wouldn't want to be hit by that thing anytime soon."
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Edited by Royal Blade: 10/10/2016 3:50:04 PM[b][/b]
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Edited by Royal Blade: 10/10/2016 3:50:19 PM[b][/b]
