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Jun 12, 2017 15:09:44 GMT -5
Post by Draum on Jun 12, 2017 15:09:44 GMT -5
Walking slowly into town on the back of a beast covered in spikes, the brawler would keep his head down as his hood hid his face in a shroud of darkness. Tilting his head up as his eyes shone through the dark, he would eye the residents of the town, the npcs onlooking as the stranger walked into town. The brawler felt badass. It’s not everyday that you get a chance to reenact a western and he was going to take full advantage of this opportunity. Having called his friends, Aleister and June, earlier to help, he would stand outside the nearest saloon, tying the mounts halter to the horse watering area, before heading inside, hood still shrouding his face. Taking a seat at the bar, the brawler would send one more message, sharing his location with the two others participating in this bounty with him before ordering a rootbeer, telling the barkeep to hold the float. Get out of the way or go down like the rest.
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Jun 13, 2017 18:02:40 GMT -5
Post by Aleister on Jun 13, 2017 18:02:40 GMT -5
[attr="class",screamlyrics"]THIS COBWEB OF SICK BLOOD  [attr="class","screamlyrics1"]OUR HONOR IS THE HOLY BLOOD | [attr="class","screambod"]Riding up to the saloon on the back of his shisa Aleister would park his mount next to Draum's with a raised eyebrow. The first thing he noticed was that the brawlers weird mount next to the horses watering area, poor horses were probably getting scared away from the watering spot because of it.
Checking his messages again to make sure this really was the right place Aleister shrugged a bit and headed on inside with the menu closed. While he probably wasn't nearly as excited to be trying out the whole western lifestyle it did kind of interest Aleister a bit, it was a time period he always thought was kind of interesting in america.
Making his way over to the bar Aleister would plop down next to Draum at the bar, still wearing his normal clothing instead of some fancy cloak thing like his friend. Ordering a bit of moonshine from the bar tender Aleister hurried up and swallowed the drink as the shot glass was set in front of him. Slamming the shot glass back down as it was emptied of its contents the man shook his head a bit.
"Dying sucks man.." was all that Aleister had managed to blurt out after taking the strong beverage as they waited for June to show up, fully believing in the placebo effect at this point.
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Jun 17, 2017 20:42:16 GMT -5
Post by June on Jun 17, 2017 20:42:16 GMT -5
精神病の愛 You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. WORDS count here NOTES10 years later i respond | Wind tousled June's hair as she soured through the air on her pterodactyl. Up high in the sky everything was so peaceful, excluding the constant complaints of her passenger that is. Stuck in the dinosaur's claws was a less than thrilled cow, mooing in protest of its kidnapping. Despite the extra cargo it didn't take long for the gemini to arrive at the desert village. Heat beat down on her as she landed in Fool's Errand. Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead as she firmly told her mount to stay put. As June began to walk away she could hear one last scream of moo from the cow before it went quiet. Presumably due to the pterodactyl taking a bite out of its side and bringing its health down to zero.
June swung open the door to the bar Draum had specified and spotted him and Aleister nearly instantly. His blue hair wasn't exactly that hard to miss. "So where's this guy at?" The gemini plopped herself down on a chair next to the opportunist. "You do know, right?"
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Jun 17, 2017 22:14:39 GMT -5
Post by Draum on Jun 17, 2017 22:14:39 GMT -5
Taking a chug of the rootbeer set infront of him not so long ago, the brawler would til his head over a bit, eyeing the blue haired gentleman next to him. It just so happens that this gentleman is none other than the one that he had called here, going by the name of Aleister. The brunette would start to take another sip of his root beer, until Aleister had brought of the topic of dying.
Setting his drink down calmly, the brawler would look over at his friend, dropping his hood in the process, and give a forced smile.
"Here I was trying to set the mood for an old western, and you come here talkin' about dying. You know what... the moods ruined now."
Slapping the money on the counter, he would get up, only then noticing that June had arrived after he had gotten a bit ticked.
Sucking his teeth, the brawler would gesture for them to follow, giving a wave with his hand as he made his way out of the bar and onto the steps leading into the fine establishment. Get out of the way or go down like the rest.
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Jun 19, 2017 11:22:58 GMT -5
Post by Aleister on Jun 19, 2017 11:22:58 GMT -5
"Well sooooorry for thinking I could talk to my friend about some shit that fucked me up.." Aleister blurted out in response, ordering another drink from the bartender even after Draum had already gotten up to leave. The little incident during the raid fight against Iglis the Kingslayer had just happened recently and was fresh and ripe in Aleister's mind still.
He had been thinking about it a lot since it happened, after all he literally died and then came back. On top of experiencing death first hand the man also was out of his only trump card in this world now, the next time he died he was just gone for good..
Taking the second shot of moonshine that the bartender sat down in front of him Aleister would flick open his menu and send some coin over to the bartender. Seemingly not too keen on the wild west thing to just slam the money down on the counter and storm out like Draum, though he did feel a bit bad about ruining the mood to be honest. He had to think about how other people felt more often.
Making his way out of the saloon after nodding his head to June Aleister would come out next to Draum and throw an arm around the brawler's shoulder nonchalantly. "So who we chasin down partner? Does it pan out?" He was trying his best to fix the mood by just cramming wild west slang into his statements.
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