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Post by Clover on Jun 17, 2007 3:29:26 GMT -5
It was a warm June night when a drunken AndrogynousMelon and a bored Clover set about to talking. Looking for amusement, they happened upon the Seventh Sanctum name generators, and by happy coincidence, stumbled across the "Tavern Name Generator". "What fun", said the drunken Melon to her companion. "I shall try this." Clicking the handy 'create' button, she awaited her response. Seconds later, the internet gods saw fit to grace her with this: The Queer Sword Tavern
"By Jove", replied the Clover in amazement, "That sounds like a midieval gay bar!" "Indeed it does", replied the Melon with some amusement. "We should turn it into an rp", said the Melon with maniacal glee, to which the Clover agreed wholeheartedly. And that, dear friends, is the story of the origins of the Queer Sword Tavern.Setting: The Queer Sword Tavern is a gathering hole for the odious and the notorious, and all those in between. A rather dingy and non-descript place from the outside, it appears rundown, and is hardly in the nicer area of town. However, the inside is marginally more presentable, being a rather comfortable space where one can relax and have a pint or three in exceedingly pleasant company. Rules: -Standard RP rules apply [godmoding, ect.] As well, due to the tongue-in-cheek nature of the RP, and to add some spice, Melon and I have decided to instill a little catch: All of the characters must be created using a Random-Character-Creator.SeventhSanctum has a particularily useful one, found here: www.seventhsanctum.com/generate.php?Genname=generalpersonOther then that, though... go wild. And don't forget, this is totally tongue-in-cheek, so have some fun with it. <3
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Post by Clover on Jun 18, 2007 22:36:48 GMT -5
Jenner, hon, could you post your character's description in the Character Thread, and put the diagram in the OOC chat thing? I'd like to keep this space as rp-oriented as possible so we don't obstuct the eventual flow, okay? [Also, let us not forget we need to get profiles checked over by the mods first, yes? XD And cool as I am, I'm not a mod, so I can't do it. ] *sigh* I'll delete this post eventually so we can get to the rping.
*Trey wanders in, a big slurpee in one hand and a bag of groceries in the other. The sunglasses almost fall of her face when she makes an abrumpt stop, realizing that she was in Clover's post.* What the-- *The MOD turned and high tailed it out, hoping to be found later in her own glorious posting*
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Post by Jenner on Jun 18, 2007 22:48:54 GMT -5
I deleted it myself, also, I realized this is a fantasy old english tavern so I should go with something... less... ridiculous. Rerolling. This post WILL be edited to contain roleplay once the character is accepted.
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Post by Trey on Jun 22, 2007 17:13:14 GMT -5
A large hand urged the wooden door open, letting it swing comfortably to it's side. Though the hinges were rusted, the black-skinned man applied little force to pry it from it's frame. Uiqiell Iyciasho practically blocked out what light came from the doorway, his burly frame larger than most men's. Yci had no need to scan the tavern in order to view it's inhabitants, his multi-faceted eyes alloud him to see in almost a 360 degree angle, as if he was watching thousands of different screens. Arms crossed once again, he held his cloak to his body, it's mysterious grey fabric seemed as if it was not of the material plane. Hood up, the strange cloak covered all but the man's face. He made his way to a vacant table, letting the door swing and slam back into place and, despite his weight, Uiqiell placed himself onto one of the chairs, forcing a creak from it's troubled joints. The Iubuwaule, for that's what race he belonged to, let the cloak fall from around him, revealing his many trophies he won from battles and beings he had killed. His most recent one, a pendant, lay loosely around his neck, the image of clouds swirling angrily, as if he had done them a great wrong. But that was what he did, caused beings wrong. Without question, he would take out his tasks, slaying creatures that his employers wished to be slain. That was his way.
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Post by Spammich on Jun 26, 2007 14:12:15 GMT -5
A loud cracking noise sounded and a temporal void tore its way across one of the tavern walls, shattering the meager decorations upon it. A hooded figure in an intricate black and red cloak stepped from the void into the room, his boots creating small rifts as they touched the floor. The man stood still in front of the gaping tear, and raised his hand and pulled the hood from his head. His face shocked some of the maidens and the fell to the floor in flutters, swooning as though held by some subconcious power. The mand stomped his foot and the rift disappeared in a flash of pure light and all was how it had been before it appeared, all glass and candles unshooken from the wall and appearing in better condition then before.
He turned his eyes to the bar maid and gave a slight bow of apology before walking across the room to a table, his long ribbonlike hair floating behind him as though carried by some untouchable wind. He sat at one of the long tables and recieved some longing stares from the men and with a look of slighty worry and mild disgust he stood up agains and sat at a small two person table.
Giovani Wolfe was his name, a vampire of a billion, who was known as the traveler of unspeakable . He pulled two coins from his pouch and set them at the end of the table and placed his hands over his face for a second before sitting up and crossing one leg over the other in a very composed manner. He glanced at the people sitting around the tavern noticing that most of the women who had fainted on his entrance were now staring at him lustfully... as usual... He was hungry and wanted a soul to quench his own lust, maybe one of the young maids would suffice...
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Post by AndrogynousMelon on Jun 26, 2007 15:02:51 GMT -5
Zaeza's eyes flicked to the new comers. She was perched on a stool, behind the bar, one leg draped artfully over the other. The silver orbs glinted- unnaturally bright in the muted light. She wore varying shades of white and gray. Tonight it was a white dress. Simple, elegant. Her hair was swept up in its usual style, the one which had earned her the nickname Dove. A few gentle ivory wisps fell about her face, framing it. She summoned her hands. They were off sweeping the bar while she sat and observed. The right returned first, as it always did, the left trailing behind with the broom. She was quite sure she'd never be used to the feeling of nerve twining again with nerve, bone melding into bone as her various parts would rejoin her. It took perhaps a minute and once through, she wiggled her fingers experimentally. All was as it should be. She rubbed a thumb over her broach, holding a glass in one hand. It steadily filled with liquid thick and red, and she took a sip as she took in the new comers. Zae snapped her fingers, calling two of the barmaids to her. "Miss Coldfire?" The younger fair squeaked. Zae sent her a strange look, but smiled. "Those two," She purred, flicking her fingers in the directions of both Yci and Giovani. Both made her skin prickle- which meant both warranted observation. "Tend to them and be mindful." The pair nodded and set to it, Zae carefully observing behind the bar.
((This serious catgirl has deep-set, gray eyes. She has short, luxurious, straight, white hair worn in a businesslike style. Her fur is white with black coloration on her forearms and forelegs. She has a wide-hipped build. Her tail is short, tapering and carried straight. Her fashion preferences are best described as "movie star." You feel as if she's sizing you up.
This tense catgirl has slitted, gray eyes. She has short, fine, curly, red hair worn in a complex style. Her skin is china-white, with orange fur on her ears and tail. She has a wide-hipped figure. Her tail is tapering and carried straight. Her fashion preferences are best described as "miniskirt and not much else."
Catgirl barmaids. The pair I'm sending over to Yci and Giovani. Feel free to use them, find names, flesh 'em out etc. )
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Post by bubbles on Jun 26, 2007 15:38:08 GMT -5
Time rifts are very chaotic in nature. Thus, people familiar with them wouldn't be too surprised when a bookshelf, a cannon and a pile of dirty laundry popped out of it and crashed on the floor next to the vampire.
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Post by Spammich on Jun 26, 2007 16:25:50 GMT -5
However, those items disappeared in a comical poof of purple smoke and faeries when the rift sealed itself. It was the first time that the Vampire had been traveling through time, his usual travels taking place mostly on spectral planes and worlds not yet charted. Time rifts were travelled by the man only when he was ordered to and he found himself most recently on a quest to acquire diety idols from other worlds. -------------------------------- The Vampire looked up when approached by one of the Feline barmaids and cracked a nodded to her as a hello. "What is your poison," the white and black cat girl asked, staring at him as though sizing him up for a fight. "I highly doubt that you serve my poison cat maiden," he said with a tilt of his head, a score of little laughs chirping merrily from under his cloak, "I will, however, have a bowl of fruit and two mugs of mead." The cat girl had sneered at him when he jested her, but her composure changed when he gave her a hard stare in the eyes. She blinked a few times and head back to the bar to retrieve the order.
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Post by AndrogynousMelon on Jun 26, 2007 16:32:24 GMT -5
She gave the ring a deft twist and the world was suddenly quieter. Her left hand slipped from her wrist and traveled along the bar, seeking the mugs eyelessly. Zae gave the ring another twist, sharper, with teeth, tuning her ears more toward the dark mans table.
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Post by bubbles on Jun 26, 2007 20:39:42 GMT -5
Right about then, with a "PANG!" louder than gunshot, the floor in a corner of the tavern erupted in a mighty spout of cabbage leaves! Splinters weaved together between greeneries and dirt, and all flew together in a wild vortex. A few seconds later, the wind ended as abruptly as it had started, the shredded cabbage pieces fell to the floor with crunchy thuds, and covered what had just teleported in the middle of all the vegetables:
A naked, androgynous midget with a dead squirrel.
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Post by AndrogynousMelon on Jun 26, 2007 22:08:06 GMT -5
The vampiress had started at the gunshot, it being unnecessarily loud thanks to her ring, and then blinked. She had seen many things in her years minding The Queer Swords bar but this...well this was completely new. With very little encouragement her right hand flew for the broom. It was aided by her left leg, which hopped to the little man and booted him from his space on the floor. The broom hand swept whilst the leg punted the midget out of the vegetable clippings. In the mean time, her left hand had gathered the mugs of mead and she nodded to Giovani's server. "Take these to him." The girl narrowed her eyes, pale ears flat against her head. "I don't much like him." She said in a hissing whisper. Zae snorted, her tone dry. "Pity I don't pay for your preferences. Tell him the fruit will be around shortly." The bar maid huffed, tail flicking agitation. She plastered something resembling a smile on her face, remembering the disconcerting look the man had fixed her with. The denizens of the tavern never quite smelled right- but he smelled just a hair fouler than they. It was a warning itch in the nose; not to be trifled with. She set the mugs on the table and attempted brisk courtesy. "Lady says the fruit'll be round soon." The left hand flew to join the right, scooping up the dead squirrel with the most disdainful air the limb could manage. As Zae's leg scooted the midget across the floor, her left hand followed with the broom. The catgirl paid it very little mind, Zae's limbs were always flying about somewhere.
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Post by bubbles on Jun 27, 2007 0:30:59 GMT -5
Halfway through the room, the midget abruptly sat up.
"Stop kicking me around!" It had a voice like a child's, slightly high-pitched, neither manly nor womanly. In fact, the whole being looked very sexless. Lacking genitals or any kind of muscles and fats, it was barely more than a little underfed infant with large, beady brown eyes. Its skin was a pinkish patchwork of somewhat square areas separated by thick scars, a trait very common among old flesh golems, except he didn't smell like a rotting hobo, while corpse constructs are known to be particularly pestilent.
The little thing fumbled back to the mass of cabbage, giving the catgirl waitress a glare that was about as menacing as a plush rock on the way. After a moment of fumbling, it squeezed the dead squirrel between its pudgy fingers and salvaged it from the improvised coleslaw. Only then did it turn around to face the tavern's patron, fists poised at its hips in a most prideful manner.
"I lost all my clothes in a rift."
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Post by Spammich on Jun 27, 2007 1:18:32 GMT -5
The vampire was one of the few people unmoved by the sharp noise, but his multitude of fairy companions screamed and took to the air, flying about him feverently. A snap of his fingers and a puff of purple smoke surrounded them, leaving them coughing an yelling at him in their tiny voices.
"Grab your mugs and dip in, I got mead for you all you've been busy recently," Giovani said pointing lightly with his finger at one of the mugs. The faces shot him sour looks but then swarmed around the mead taking out small thimble's and filling them. They sat around the table in little groups squeaking and singing, drinking from their little makeshift mugs.
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Post by Roha on Jun 27, 2007 11:12:59 GMT -5
The gray and black tigress stood blinking in the doorway. She'd been there for a some time, having followed closely behind Yci upon his earlier entrance--although, when the door closed behind his large form, it struck her full in the face and sent her tumbling outside, enraging her enough to storm into the tavern. But she had been stopped short at the threshold by first the appearance of the vampire, her bewilderment increasing with sight of the freely flying limbs and the naked midget.
Her daze was broken by the flesh-golem-midget's words, forcing a short laugh from her throat that was hastily covered with a cough and high-held head. With a haughty flick of her striped tail, she completed her entrance into the tavern and sought the table furthest from the door.
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Post by AndrogynousMelon on Jun 27, 2007 13:13:20 GMT -5
The leg stamped its heeled foot, in an almost indignant fashion, and hopped back to Zae. She gave a little shudder as it melded with her, then stood straight. The hand which had held the squirrel made a rude gesture, then helped its counterpart in sweeping the cabbage out the door. As the right cast the rapidly wilting leaves into the street, the left gave the tiger woman a curt wave. Then both limbs went trailing back to their master, who was gathering the fruit for the fruit salad. With her bloodless stumps. Upon their return, she began slicing. "Tabitha," Zae drawled, slicing some sort of melon into a bowl. "Go upstairs and find our diminutive guest some clothing." The catgirl, so named Tabitha, fluffed her tail and hissed in agitation. "Make Ginger do it." She fumed, stamping away from Giovani's table. A hand went flying and latched firmly onto the offending tail, yanking mercilessly. "But I asked you." Zae purred as the hand returned. In quite the tiff, Tabitha stamped up the stairs, snarling in a way most undignified as she went.
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