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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/17/2017 11:43:13 PM
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[b][i][u]Bar Tales[/u][/i][/b]
[i]A Bar Sonewhere In The Dojo....[/i]
Finn McNamara sat on a bar stool, a beer in hand as he nodded his head silently to the music.
Yawning, he glanced at the nearby clock. It read 7:30 PM.
The Hunter shrugged and took another draught of beer, knowing he'd need a lot to get drunk thanks to his high metabolism, and took a look around him for someone to talk to, familiar or otherwise.
[spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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There was the sounds of a drink being lowered onto a table, and the sigh of someone having been satisfied with their drink. ""Sall I can do at this point...."
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The Hunter glanced in the direction of the voice, tugging his hood so the shadow covered most of his face and concealed his identity.
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the person was facing away from the hunter, seated at a booth. She wore a hood, which obscured her face and head, and was wearing armor on the rest of her body. She had a helmet on the table, and a rifle leaning on the seat
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Curious, he wondered for a second if he was seeing a fellow Hunter, but doubted it. "Wisp, scan fer o'er sources o' light in the area." He commanded, his Ghost immediately initiating the scan.
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It wasn't light, but it was some sort of magic. She kept drinking, sighing again
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Curious now, the Hunter picked up his drink and sauntered over. "Min' fer some company, stranger?" He asked, stopping near her seat.
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"I know you?" she asked tiredly
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"Naw. 'M pretty sure we're strangers." His voice had a completely care free sound to it, typical Hunter attitude.
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"Hmph." she said, looking down into her own drink. Oddly enough, goat's ears hung out of the hood, and the Hunter could see a glint of fangs
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He didn't seem to mind. "Name's Finn, 'suming ya care. If ya want a drinkin' partner, let me know. Can get migh'y lonely sittin 'lone." Some may have found his tone almost flirty, though that was not his intentions. In truth he was simply bored at the moment and wanted someone to talk to.
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"Sure." she said, continuing to drink
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Sitting across from her, he took a drink from his beer. "So... Wha's yer name, stranger?"
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A hooded figure sat in the far corner of the room. His cloak was tattered and a glowing rune or symbol was on the back of it. Disciple Gizmo, his name was. He was toying with some sort of old sailing compass. "Nothing but a mariners toy.. Tatakai is flat.. this ignorance, it must be purged..." he muttered.
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"Yer a loony..." The Irishman decided, doubting this man... Had much left in the other room so to speak. "This ain't the 800s, mate."
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[i]in one of the farther tables sat three individuals each of them unique in there own right. The first one was a tall woman with strawberry blonde hair covered in freckles with sea blue eyes. She stood a good 8'9" in height. She was wearing a purple t-shirt and blue jeans. The second one was a lot shorter than her other two companions cause she only stood about 5'1". She was also definitely not from this planet. She had long silver hair that matched her fluffy tail and ears. She was sitting between the two. She had dark skin with bright green catlike eyes. She was wearing a red t-shirt and black shorts. The third was a literal mountain of a man that stood a impressive 10'9 ft when standing but he was definitely still pretty big even when sitting. He had a lot similarities with the first woman. He however had fiery red hair and a bushy beard to match. He was wearing a blue shirt and tan cargos. He had the same bright blue eyes. It was clear was clear that these two were siblings as they both were drinking together. The small woman was giggling a bit as the taller woman picked on the other.[/i] "Im surprised you didn't crack you head on anything in here brother."she says "Oh i did you just didn't catch it in time sister"He says "Yeah it was pretty fun"says the other woman
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Edited by Splashback77: 10/29/2017 5:15:45 AM[spoiler]Pointless. Text.[/spoiler]
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A girl by the name of Traci suddenly hopped out from under the table with an excited smile. "HELLO!"
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"Gah!" The poor Irishman jumped back, toppling over his barstool and landing on his backside in a tangled mess of limbs and cloak. "Bloo'y 'ell!?"
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Traci giggled and knelt beside the man, still smiling. "You sound funny!" She extended a hand to him. "Hi! I'm Traci!"
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"Name's Finn... Ya allways pop up like tha?" He shook her hand, still lying on the floor.
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She giggled again and shook his hand excessively. "Usually! I try to make an entrance!"
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"I'd ne'er 'ave guessed. How old are ya?" The Hunter attempted to stand, an impressive feat with his hand being shaken like mad.
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She kept up the shaking as he stood. "18! I'm an adult!"
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"Right... I wonder why I had't guessed." He resumed his seat, adjusting his cloak so he can't sit on it. "An' wha brings ya to the bar, lass?"
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Traci let go and sat beside him. She rocked back and forth on it like a kid. "I wonder around a lot! Ended up here!"
