Crossroads Tavern, round one, (the "IC" side of the "Bar")

[Rhainor]

((NOTE: Call this as happening between "Delphinus: Mission One" and "Delphinus: What Did We Just Agree To?"

((The bar is open for business!))

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Rhainor walks in and flicks on the lights. Aside from himself, the room is empty. "Where is everyone?"

The bartender comes out from the back room and starts wiping down the bar. "We just opened, genius. Give it a little time."

Rhainor walks back to the door and makes sure the neon OPEN sign is turned on.

This post has been edited by Rhainor on Sep 15 2007, 12:50 PM

[IamLEAM1983]

Rhemi didn't enter the tavern in a manner that was customary for him. Instead of his lofty gait and crassly aristocratic demeanour, he seemed to slip between the doors like someone who was on the run from something. After checking through the bar's windows, he let out a long sigh of releif.

"Thank the Gods," he said to nobody in particular, "I could not stand the Mantrin's incessant scrutiny any longer! Any man would find this positively nerve-wracking, I swear..."

Rhemi had never been indisposed by Rhainor. The dragon did his job and did it well, but he didn't add an additional layer of obsessive paranoia on top of his pre-existent dedication, unlike Alucard. He plopped on the seat beside him and resumed his spiel as if Rhainor had been his confidante in the matter.

"I am Akrennian and I am a trader. Therefore, I cannot hide that I have a tendency for convoluted schemes and for furthering my personal interests above those of others. But any man requires his share of rest, Rhainor!"

He sighed. "Scheme and plot I will, Rhainor, but they are not activities in which I constantly am involved! After all, rest and recreation are both needed to keep a man sane!"

Then, without speaking, he quickly imitated Alucard in a snide manner, darting his eyes back and forth and muttering mute gibberish, hunched in on himself a bit like Murnau's Nosferatu.

Only then did he glance at the barkeep. "My pipe, if you please," he asked, having stashed one of his water pipes there for later use.

[Rhainor]

((NOTE: Could one of the admins please enable the quick-reply for this thread? For some reason, it's not there.))

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The bartender walks over and hands Rhemi the pipe, and sets a bottle of beer in front of Rhainor.

Rhainor makes a "thanks" gesture with the beer bottle, and pries the cap off, then spins his barstool around and leans back against the bar. "Alucard can be a little...obsessive."

This post has been edited by Rhainor on Sep 15 2007, 12:50 PM

[IamLEAM1983]

After preparing the resinous tobacco and letting smoke accumulate in the upper glass bubble of the pipe, Rhemi took his first drag of it. His green skin and long, projected jaw gave him a slightly draconic air as well. Had he sported green scales, he would certainly have passed for a dragon.

"This goes to the extent that I have failed to determine his personal motives," he explained. "We all have our reasons for being a part of the Admiral's crew. You were admitted as you needed assistance and your ship was badly damaged, my life was in danger and the rest of us offer our skills to the overall functions of this vessel."

He raised an eyebrow. "But what of him?" he asked, after which he scoffed. "Has he been admitted solely for his ability to keep his ever-so-keen eye on my person?"

It was obvious that his second query was largely sarcastic. "What do you make of the man?" he finally asked.

[Cobalt]

As Rhemi and Rhainor were debating this way on the modern security agent's latent paranoia, Cobalt made her entrance through the bar's main hall. The anthro hyena had swapped her uniform for her casual outfit, hoping to take a rest in front of a good drink after working hard on Worra's precious babies, aboard the Delphinus

Walking to the counter, she ordered a fresh beer and walked to the table where the akrennian and anthro dragon were sitting. "Hey there..." Cobalt gestured at them with a grin. "Care if i sit with you? I hate remaining alone in a corner while having a drink..."

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[Rhainor]

((Actually, Cobalt, we were sitting at the bar, not at a table.))

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Rhainor sips his beer and waves a finger at Rhemi. "Actually, Keh, I was hired because I'm a good pilot and they needed someone to handle shipboard security. But as for Alucard, he...I dunno. He's a bit obs--"

He stops as Cobalt walks up. "Sure, join us. Plenty of open barstools."

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[Cobalt]

((OOC: oh ok, i hadn't realized))

BIC: The anthro hyena nodded her thanks and took a stool nearby, though it was a tad high for her ; Compared to Rhainor, or even the akrennian trader, Cobalt was indeed rather small, standing at only 5'11"... Nonetheless, it would have needed more than that to discourage her from having a good time.

"Sometimes i think Alucard is trying to make zeal..." she said, taking a sip from her beer, then shrugged. "But then that doesn't make him a bad guy either, i guess."

[Rhainor]

Rhainor drains his beer and signals the bartender for another. Then he pulls out his harmonica and starts playing "Amazing Grace" just for something to do.

[Derrach]

A mantrin, wearing somesort of a worn out uniform, completed with two pistol holsters on his thighs, with a backpack and a rifle on his back walks in with slow, measured out steps. He sits down on a unoccupied barstool. With a heavy sigh, he seems to ease up an visible relax on the stool, his tail tapping the floor behind him.

"Bartender, a beer for the thirsty traveller!"

As he awaits the beer he looks over the other guests carefully, paying a bit more attention to the akrennian.

(( I don't know, how exactly should I bring my character into play, so if such an attempt proves to be inappropriate then warn me. ))

[Rhainor]

((This isn't the main RP, this is just for screwing around. I'd talk to Airowynn by Private Message to discuss bringing the character into the main RP.))

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Rhainor looks up from his harmonica. "Howdy, friend. How goes?"

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[Derrach]

Looks over to the one who addressed him.

-The name's Capt...*growls* Crux...

Narrows his eyelids, eyeing you for a second, than he continues.

-I believe we never met.

This post has been edited by Derrach on Sep 30 2007, 11:08 PM