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Post by Mister Karma on Jan 20, 2017 0:27:12 GMT -5
((Noncanon to the main timeline; however discussion about events in characters' canons, including the main canon, is welcome. No fighting allowed, Whitey will toss any character who starts a fight.
No SP will be delegated in this thread.))
"Is everything all set over there?" asked the platinum blonde bartender in his deadpan baritone as he finished wiping down the smooth wooden bar. The young strawberry-blonde wolf demon, Astrid, had just set up the last few booths in the corner farthest from the bar, turning around with a bright smile before nodding. She was dressed in the traditional Hellion commoner clothing, a black halter top and long loin skirt. "Yes it is, Whitey! All the tables got menus, booths are shined to a perfect sheen, floors swept," she listed off cheerfully, her brown tail wagging, "and I think this reopening is going to be our biggest one yet!" Whitey, the fallen angel tending bar, nodded with an equally deadpan face, though you could sense the happiness emanating from the being. It had been a while since he was able to tend bar, and with the funds Lord Cruxis and Lord Kumaria funneled back into his bar he was able to get product back into the establishment and workers willing to serve customers again. He was dressed especially professional for tonight's occasion, with a white button-down long-sleeve shirt tucked into a pair of fine pressed black slacks, a black button-down vest, shining black dress shoes, and his long platinum blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. His thin frame glasses hung on his nose in front of crystal blue eyes, and his mustache and goatee were trimmed especially thin.
"Then it is time," he announced quietly as he approached the front door, twirling his keys in his fingers. "With the influence that The Bierre and Mr. Itachi have over the city, we should have quite the turnout tonight. And if not, The Bierre can grab more people. He knows a lot of people," Whitey finished in a tone one could only call cheerful.
The tavern underwent an extreme remodel since its closure ten years ago. There was an emergency situation in the kitchen, one could only call it asbestos. Turned out, asbestos was making its way into some people's food over the years, moreso since Lucifer's death than before. Even when the situation was finally contained, people were still complaining about a risk. When even the loyal nobles who showed nightly patronage could no longer stand the rumors, Lord Dave Cruxis had to issue an immediate closure of the bar. He was quick to help Whitey on-site with the renovations shortly after the closure was issued. That was all before Lord Cruxis was pulled for a few months to his fancy surface penthouse, by request of Lord Itachi.
Electricity replaced the simpler technology, with light fixtures and neon signs advertising Gehenna-exclusive drinks. A jukebox was installed with a rune inscribed in the back to pick up digital reception from the surface. An assortment of all songs, all genres could be found installed on the box's massive hard drive. From country to hard rock to R&B, patrons would be able to pick whatever track they could get drunk to. Bar sports here were still a thing, however. Pool tables and dartboards were off to one side where they always were, with a couple of arcade cabinets installed as well. Powered by rune-inscribed crystals generating aura like electric generators, the cabinets were always running, always hungry for the silver coins the commoners carried with them. Lord Cruxis even helped Whitey add a few hundred extra square feet to the bar to allow for more seating and actually have a smoker's section. However, that would mean maintaining more business and cashflow.
Even Whitey's bar had a severe upgrade. Where his shelves normally held a single row of assorted liquors, he now had an entire wall's worth of liquors from all sorts of importers, including new Gehenna brewed beverages and imports from the likes of Archives' and RNA. He was even able to sell soft drinks and, what do you know, refrigerate perishable drinks. Whitey actually smiled with genuine excitement that day when Dave told him with a wink, "You don't need to worry about refilling an ice box anymore, White Bastard."
With the turn of a key, Whitey pushed open the tavern doors. The Lucky Basterd was grandly reopened for business.
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emkajo
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Post by emkajo on Apr 20, 2017 22:54:04 GMT -5
So hungry! After a day roaming the areas looking for things to scrounge, this little bunny was tired. Her bright colored hair was dulled from needing a wash. Mud matted in it, tangles so bad that they were starting to resemble dreads. Her once very white lab coat was now almost a tan from all the crud she had been digging in, but her pack was filled pretty well with the things she was able to find. Did they have any real value? Maybe, but she mainly grabbed them for being shiny and colorful. If she liked it, others would to, right?
But where was she now? Who knew, she barely knew where she was the day before. Wherever it was, it looked like there was a snazzy bar opening, and she was definitely hungry.
She pulled out a change purse from her bag and glanced in it. One coin that she didn't even know what it was. Well, if she couldn't trade, she could always dine and dash, right?
She took a big breath, puffed out her test, then let it all out. Time to get some grub!
"Hiya, all!" she yelled out as she burst through the doors, getting crud on the shiny floors.
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Post by Mister Karma on Apr 23, 2017 18:30:49 GMT -5
There was a sudden slamming noise at the front door, and Whitey gasped as he walked away from his doors, turning his head in the direction of the shrill sound. Through the door walked a multicolored bunny being, demon of some kind for sure. But...different. White labcoat suggested she escaped from a lab of some kind, and maybe just the way she held herself...maybe an experiment drove her mad?
"Hiya, all!" she cried out, even grabbing the attention of the slowly gathering waiters and chefs by the bar. Astrid peered up from behind the bar as she was trying to grab some mugs, her gold eyes wide in surprise at the first guest. She quickly went back to pulling more mugs, her tail bristled while one of the drink mixers shook his head madly at the very thought of mixing this being up some drinks.
"Hello," Whitey's deep-voice deadpan and slow tone echoed through the silent bar. Well, silent for a brief moment before a panther demon with a hot pink mohawk kicked the jukebox, playing "Asking For It" by Shinedown. "Welcome to the Lucky Basterd. My name is Whitey. What can I do for you today?"
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emkajo
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Post by emkajo on Apr 23, 2017 19:47:51 GMT -5
"Do ya serve food? I'm starving! I doubt you have a shower I could use, huh?" She looked down at her too-big boots to see that she was tracking in crud. "Uh...whoops! My bad! I can just stand in this one spot so you don't have to clean so much! "But grub! You do that here? And maybe...trade for some shiny stuff? I got a bunch of stuff today! And I can say they are quite shiny!" She smacked at her pack on her back. It did look pretty full. But what was more impressive was that this little thing had a very large hammer-looking thing on her back as well.
She was quite proud of that thing. The longer she had it, the more she made it hers by painting it, bedazzling it, putting ribbons and stickers. It looked like a kid's unsupervised art project. ...Was that make-up on it?
She did not look like one to be drinking, and maybe it was best to not serve her anything anyways. She looked crazed enough, and with alcohol. Everyone's ears would be bleeding from her non-stop yammering!
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Post by Mister Karma on Apr 23, 2017 19:53:27 GMT -5
So much speech for a tiny little being such as herself! Whitey took in all her information, both visual and verbal--he'd have the mohawk panther mop the crud off the floor soon after he'd seat her--and in the meantime offered her his large apron that was enough to cover three people her size as a clean alternative to what she wore. "We don't have showers, unfortunately," he said calmly. "But you may wear this instead of that dirty coat. I'll have The Bierre or someone he knows wash it for you. You will have it back before you leave."
The hammer strapped to her back looked menacing, and Whitey was quick to point it out. "Just lean your weapon against the wall," he told her politely, "and you may sit wherever. Yes, we do serve food."
The Bierre, of course, was Lord Dave Cruxis. However, poor Bierre was nowhere to be found! Just where was that wolf?
"It's quite affordable as are our drinks," Whitey continued. "Though I wouldn't recommend an alcoholic mix. Maybe a soda, but...not an alcoholic mix."
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emkajo
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Post by emkajo on Apr 23, 2017 21:29:40 GMT -5
"So...da," she copied. She had no clue what it was but it was fun to say. She glanced back and forth from her dirty coat compared to the apron, trying to decide if his offer was worth it. And her hammer, her beloved hammer...she did want to eat.
She sighed, taking her pack off to get her hammer out of it's holder, putting it against the wall next to the door before taking off her coat and handing it to the giant who greeted her. Am I small or is he big? Or both?
She snatched the apron, looking at it and trying to figure out how the hell to put it on. She wrapped the strings and the cloth around herself several times before being able to tie it. It was like a new dress! She twirled around it a couple of times before realizing she was slinging crud everywhere and stopped, looking a bit guilty. "Whoops..."
She quickly sat down to the closest seat, not wanting to anger them. Especially if it ended up she'd have to run, 'cause that would make it harder! And the giant was already being nice to her with the apron, so maybe she didn't have to worry about running.
"I want one of those so-dah thingies you mentioned! And um...food!" she started. Then remembering her polite lessons, she added, "Please!" and "Thank you, Mr. Giant-Man!"
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Post by Mister Karma on Apr 23, 2017 23:03:08 GMT -5
"I'll have something to you momentarily, my friend," Whitey said politely. He figured she didn't know what a soda was, based on how she repeated it. That was fine, he'd have Astrid bring her a Coke. In the meantime, "What would you like to eat today?" There were menus stacked neatly on the far side of the table the young girl sat herself at, against the vintage looking wooden-panel wall. Above it, a bright neon sign for "Razak Lite" hung, with the top word in a bright silver and the bottom an aggressive red.
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emkajo
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Post by emkajo on Apr 24, 2017 15:46:37 GMT -5
She forgot that one had to pick the food at restaurants. Decisions, decisions. She picked up a menu and stared at it hoping it would give her an instant answer. "Uhh..." Uh-oh, there were a lot of choices. She looked at each choice multiple times, feeling like she was doing the SATs or something. Wait, what was an SAT? Why did she even know what that was?
Her brain started getting distracted with itself, her menu slowly being put down as she stared in empty space. SATs was something like a test, right? Was this a test? What if she said the wrong answer?! She then noticed that the giant was still standing there, waiting for her answer which caused her to sweat. She closed her eyes and put her finger down on the menu, then looked to see what it landed on.
"Chicken fingers! Are those good? Are they sweet? Can they be sweet? I'll eat them either way!" she yammered. Sweet would be nice though, give her some energy!
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Post by Mister Karma on Apr 24, 2017 22:10:10 GMT -5
Whitey wrote down her order on a pad he pulled form his pocket, nodding. "Honey Barbecue sauce is sweet, as is a sweet and sour sauce, I can arrange for that if you would like," he told the girl as he ripped the paper from his pad and handed it to one of the waitresses who passed by. Closer inspection showed that it was a young lynx demon, her white hair tied back in a pony tail, kitty ears perked up tall. She brought the order to the back as Whitey put the pad away. "You may call me Whitey," he said with a smile and a nod before turning and heading to the bar to pour a glass of the young girl's soda.
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Post by neondragon7 on Apr 25, 2017 14:34:55 GMT -5
Jeuda had no idea why he was even going to such a place as he entered the establishment. His current body was mechanical and it had no need nor capacity to eat food. He walked by the demons and the fallen angle that called himself Whitey. If Whitey even remotely knew that Jeuda was a god it would have made things rather awkward. He moved over to some empty booths. There was a bunny demon who was rather... blunt. Still he came here to meet people, but simply approaching her was a rather poor way to make friends.
"Well isn't this a rather fine establishment? The lights are well done and the technologies are rather current."
He was curious as to if there was a place that he could integrate into... like a computer or something. Still that was a rather rude thing to do. He quickly teleported over to another empty seat and stated analyzing the area. He was right on a stool at the bar and he saw all the different drinks. So many options and a few of which were hard to come by.
"Perhaps I should integrate a tasting utensil onto me. Looking at stuff like this is rather painful."
Stil even if he did that he'd haft to program it and there would be no guarantee that things would taste even remotely close to what they did for the average mortal.
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Post by Mister Karma on Apr 25, 2017 20:08:09 GMT -5
Astrid spotted the being who stepped in, noticing how it teleported suddenly to the barstool right by the bar. She looked taken back a bit by the instant transmission, but she soon reoriented herself, smiling again after a blink. "Good afternoon, welcome to the Lucky Basterd!" she greeted cheerfully with a bow of her head. "My name is Astrid, what can I get for you today?"
Whitey stroked his platinum blonde facial hair, pondering as he observed the being that performed its teleportation. So familiar, so...Hellion. It was as if...no, it couldn't have been, could it? "Mister Bierre's grandpappy is here," he said to himself, hoping it was just a theory. He knew Dave's actual grandfather was Wilhelm, but their root ancestor... No, now was not the time, this wasn't canon.
The mohawked panther demon, Conrad, checked through the programmed playlist on the Jukebox, setting it to "Random" so any song ever could play rather than a predetermined order.
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Post by neondragon7 on Apr 25, 2017 23:07:47 GMT -5
Jeuda looked at his waitress with a somewhat concerned face. He really couldn't order anything since he wasn't even capable of eating and he didn't need electricity so there was no need to pay to plug himself in somewhere.
"Umm tell you what I don't want to be rude. You order whatever you want and take a break and I'll pay for it."
He handed her a fistful of gems. It was odd... since he didn't have very much money he was paying in jems and their total value was far far more then that of anything that could actually be ordered. Still it would be rude if he came in and didn't pay for anything.
"I hope you can except that currency. It's all I have I don't exactly have any normal currency."
He teleported again to behind Whitey and poked him to make sure he was real. He didn't slip through so he probably was real. He must have known this angle at some point, but then again he could have been young enough that... that wasn't true. He could have also served another god... better not have been Ivan... Jeuda hated that guy. The next moment Jeuda teleported back to his seat. He didn't want to piss off Whitey after all.
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Post by Mister Karma on Apr 26, 2017 15:33:26 GMT -5
Astrid gave the android a blank stare, and then wrote an order for herself down. Steak so rare I can hear it moo, cheesy curly fries and green beans. She raked up the money with a hand after putting in the order, processing it as a trade-in value, thus giving the mechanical being credit. It could buy whatever it wanted, up to a hundred dollars' worth for the whole bar if it so decided.
Whitey, in the meantime, poured Ambrosia Bunny a large frosted mug of Coke before bringing it to her, complete with a few chunks of ice to keep it cold. "Here you go, Miss," he said with a small bow of his head. "We will have your sweet chicken fingers out in a little while." The fallen angel pointed at the jukebox with an extended arm and index finger. "Would you like to make a request for music?" he offered politely.
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emkajo
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Post by emkajo on Apr 26, 2017 19:39:08 GMT -5
Her bright, cotton candy eyes grew as she watched a new costumer came in. It was a robot! Android? Same thing Right? She watched in child-like wonder as it teleported.
Her attention was taken away by the giant- Whitey, he said his name was Whitey. He put down a mug of dark, bubbling liquid. She bunny ducked, staring at it, waiting to explode like those chemicals she wasn't suppose to mix. But it just sat there.
Gi- Whitey asked if she wanted to listen to a song. She stared at first, did songs have names? Well Itsy Bitsy Spider and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star did. She didn't know many songs.
"The one that goes 'bee-boo-boo-bop, boo-boo-beep?'"
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Post by neondragon7 on Apr 26, 2017 21:04:32 GMT -5
Jeuda stared at his credits blankly. He didn't think he'd actually get change back.... He had absolutely no idea what to spend them on. He stood up and and looked around the room.
"To anyone who wants it I'll pay for their drinks and food."
He was obviously terrible with money. As a god material possessions really didn't interest him. Still there was the bunny girl. He could try talking to her. He teleported over to her and saw what she had ordered. It looked rather suspicious.
"Oh dear... you may or may not want to drink that... it doesn't look like it's humanly edible. I'm not even sure if demons can."
He immediately stopped talking he realized he was probably being rude.
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