A Perennial Tavern - I Think I'm Turning Culdranthine (OPEN)

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"If it isn't the perpetually angry man. What's ruining your day now... Des?" He snerks, wings flapping briefly.

"Perpetually angry? That's untrue. Sure, I won't be able to see my home for the next five years, and I'll probably end up shooting myself in the head or something, but neither of those things make me angry." He 'hmph'd'. "These damned forms are taking ages to fill out. They're literally all worker consignment letters. My assistant hasn't bothered to do them herself, so I'm stuck doing them."

"Well, everytime I see you, you look like the Aztec who botched the sacrifice. I'm just sayin'." He begins scratching his snouth. "Maybe you should hire another assistant! I'm sure there's some... lower middle class farmer here that knows how to read but doesn't make enough money."

She tilted her head and scratched at one of her ears. "I... usually implying you're insane isn't a good thing, but good for you." Celeste says.

The man gave a shrug. "Mmph. I take it with a grain of salt. Besides that was only a bit of sarcasm, there," he replied. Gwen turned towards Celeste. "So, what's your name?," she piped.

Celeste crosses her eyes briefly, and gives Gwen a brief wave. "I'm Celeste! You've probably heard of my brother more than you've heard about me. Y'know, the buck strutting around like he owns the place." Indeed, Tsengsi is pacing about the booths like he, indeed, owns the title to the tavern.

"Yours? Can't imagine you're lacking in the name department." She coughs uncomfortably. "Er... Dances-With-Elk? Is that a real name?"

[Barboneia]

"Perpetually angry? That's untrue. Sure, I won't be able to see my home for the next five years, and I'll probably end up shooting myself in the head or something, but neither of those things make me angry." He 'hmph'd'. "These damned forms are taking ages to fill out. They're literally all worker consignment letters. My assistant hasn't bothered to do them herself, so I'm stuck doing them."

"Well, everytime I see you, you look like the Aztec who botched the sacrifice. I'm just sayin'." He begins scratching his snouth. "Maybe you should hire another assistant! I'm sure there's some... lower middle class farmer here that knows how to read but doesn't make enough money."

"I'm only allowed to use employees on the company payroll. Can't hire anymore, lest I wish to lose my position, and become another rank and file accountant back in London."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"I'm only allowed to use employees on the company payroll. Can't hire anymore, lest I wish to lose my position, and become another rank and file accountant back in London."

"Well, that's a damned shame. I've toured in London before... don't think I'll ever visit such a colorless place so long as I live."

[Barboneia]

"I'm only allowed to use employees on the company payroll. Can't hire anymore, lest I wish to lose my position, and become another rank and file accountant back in London."

"Well, that's a damned shame. I've toured in London before... don't think I'll ever visit such a colorless place so long as I live."

"Oh, please. London is not a 'colorless place'. It's the heart of the country's industry, even more than, say, Liverpool or Yorkshire. It has a vibrant mix of cultures, it's a place where anyone can go to try and make a living, and more often than not they succeed! Sure, our government can be hard, our people mean and unfriendly, but we Londoners are proud of our great city, probably the greatest in Europe, or even, this side of the damned planet! London has something special about it, something that an outsider like you wouldn't understand!"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Well, that's a damned shame. I've toured in London before... don't think I'll ever visit such a colorless place so long as I live."

"Oh, please. London is not a 'colorless place'. It's the heart of the country's industry, even more than, say, Liverpool or Yorkshire. It has a vibrant mix of cultures, it's a place where anyone can go to try and make a living, and more often than not they succeed! Sure, our government can be hard, our people mean and unfriendly, but we Londoners are proud of our great city, probably the greatest in Europe, or even, this side of the damned planet! London has something special about it, something that an outsider like you wouldn't understand!"

Periscus very slowly and deliberately leans over towards Desmond, and whispers in his ear. "I've been to the edges of the world, buddy. The barren wastes of north Alyeska, to the hottest deserts of inner Australia, to the deepest jungles of Africa... and never have I been to a more unpleasant place than London. It's hell on the eyes, not to mention all the child labor! It's disgusting. Why, in my lodgings, there was a seven year old boy stuck in the chimney!"

[Ava Ire]

The man gave a shrug. "Mmph. I take it with a grain of salt. Besides that was only a bit of sarcasm, there," he replied. Gwen turned towards Celeste. "So, what's your name?," she piped.

Celeste crosses her eyes briefly, and gives Gwen a brief wave. "I'm Celeste! You've probably heard of my brother more than you've heard about me. Y'know, the buck strutting around like he owns the place." Indeed, Tsengsi is pacing about the booths like he, indeed, owns the title to the tavern.

"Yours? Can't imagine you're lacking in the name department." She coughs uncomfortably. "Er... Dances-With-Elk? Is that a real name?"

Gwen stared at her for a good minute, a surprised look etched onto her face. Then, at last, she spoke. "Dances with Elk.....Dances With Elk?!" she exclaimed. "....It's Gwen. My name is Gwen." She stared at Celeste, before shaking her head.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Celeste crosses her eyes briefly, and gives Gwen a brief wave. "I'm Celeste! You've probably heard of my brother more than you've heard about me. Y'know, the buck strutting around like he owns the place." Indeed, Tsengsi is pacing about the booths like he, indeed, owns the title to the tavern.

"Yours? Can't imagine you're lacking in the name department." She coughs uncomfortably. "Er... Dances-With-Elk? Is that a real name?"

Gwen stared at her for a good minute, a surprised look etched onto her face. Then, at last, she spoke. "Dances with Elk.....Dances With Elk?!" she exclaimed. "....It's Gwen. My name is Gwen." She stared at Celeste, before shaking her head.

Celeste seemed to be coming from a place of cluelessness, rather than some sort of insulting nature. "I've met ONE other North American, and he was from Zhengsal. ... Still, huh. Gwen. That's... less exotic sounding than I expected." She clears her throat.

[Barboneia]

"Oh, please. London is not a 'colorless place'. It's the heart of the country's industry, even more than, say, Liverpool or Yorkshire. It has a vibrant mix of cultures, it's a place where anyone can go to try and make a living, and more often than not they succeed! Sure, our government can be hard, our people mean and unfriendly, but we Londoners are proud of our great city, probably the greatest in Europe, or even, this side of the damned planet! London has something special about it, something that an outsider like you wouldn't understand!"

Periscus very slowly and deliberately leans over towards Desmond, and whispers in his ear. "I've been to the edges of the world, buddy. The barren wastes of north Alyeska, to the hottest deserts of inner Australia, to the deepest jungles of Africa... and never have I been to a more unpleasant place than London. It's hell on the eyes, not to mention all the child labor! It's disgusting. Why, in my lodgings, there was a seven year old boy stuck in the chimney!"

Desmond folded his arms. "Our way of life and treatment of society's useless may be considered terrible and barbaric to some, but it's had no overall negative effects on the city! Nowhere else in the world can you find places like Westminster, the Tower, the Thames, and the bridge! Why, there are even plans to create an underground locomotive line to go around the city! No matter how negative you may feel about the city, it is still the capital of the British Empire, the same Empire that brought Napoleon to his feet during Waterloo, took control of India, Burma, Singapore, not to mention countless other colonies, and put down the American secessionists! So therefore, London is great, was always great, and will always be great!"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Desmond folded his arms. "Our way of life and treatment of society's useless may be considered terrible and barbaric to some, but it's had no overall negative effects on the city! Nowhere else in the world can you find places like Westminster, the Tower, the Thames, and the bridge! Why, there are even plans to create an underground locomotive line to go around the city! No matter how negative you may feel about the city, it is still the capital of the British Empire, the same Empire that brought Napoleon to his feet during Waterloo, took control of India, Burma, Singapore, not to mention countless other colonies, and put down the American secessionists! So therefore, London is great, was always great, and will always be great!"

"Oh, yes! The River Thames, where it's full of human feces, a popular corpse dumping ground, and where the air is thick with smog and horrid smells. Tell me more about how the city equivalent of an Iracusian's outhouse is the greatest place on Earth..." He scoffs. "Oh, and parliament. I don't even have to do a rant on that atrocious group, do I?"

[Ava Ire]

Gwen stared at her for a good minute, a surprised look etched onto her face. Then, at last, she spoke. "Dances with Elk.....Dances With Elk?!" she exclaimed. "....It's Gwen. My name is Gwen." She stared at Celeste, before shaking her head.

Celeste seemed to be coming from a place of cluelessness, rather than some sort of insulting nature. "I've met ONE other North American, and he was from Zhengsal. ... Still, huh. Gwen. That's... less exotic sounding than I expected." She clears her throat.

Gwen just frowned at her, feeling a tad uncomfortable. "Yes, that's my name. I'm not sure what else it might be. The people of America aren't all the same, you know," she replied. The tall man cleared his throat very loudly, intervening on Gwen's behalf. "Well then, uh, lovely that we've exchanged that bit of, err, knowledge. I'm Arthur, by the way," he said to Celeste. "It seems we have a bit of learning to do about each other, hmm?"

Arthur got up. "Well, Celeste, it is due time for us to depart, I believe." Gwen checked her pocket watch. "Oh, it is," she said, getting up. Arthur looked down at Celeste. "Nice to have met you, madam," he stated.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Gwen just frowned at her, feeling a tad uncomfortable. "Yes, that's my name. I'm not sure what else it might be. The people of America aren't all the same, you know," she replied. The tall man cleared his throat very loudly, intervening on Gwen's behalf. "Well then, uh, lovely that we've exchanged that bit of, err, knowledge. I'm Arthur, by the way," he said to Celeste. "It seems we have a bit of learning to do about each other, hmm?"

Arthur got up. "Well, Celeste, it is due time for us to depart, I believe." Gwen checked her pocket watch. "Oh, it is," she said, getting up. Arthur looked down at Celeste. "Nice to have met you, madam," he stated.

"You can't meet all of them at once, y'know? I go off of what I've run into in my experience." She gives a lazy, half-assed bow, and smiles at Arthur. "See you two later! I'll buy us drinks next time!"

[Barboneia]

Desmond folded his arms. "Our way of life and treatment of society's useless may be considered terrible and barbaric to some, but it's had no overall negative effects on the city! Nowhere else in the world can you find places like Westminster, the Tower, the Thames, and the bridge! Why, there are even plans to create an underground locomotive line to go around the city! No matter how negative you may feel about the city, it is still the capital of the British Empire, the same Empire that brought Napoleon to his feet during Waterloo, took control of India, Burma, Singapore, not to mention countless other colonies, and put down the American secessionists! So therefore, London is great, was always great, and will always be great!"

"Oh, yes! The River Thames, where it's full of human feces, a popular corpse dumping ground, and where the air is thick with smog and horrid smells. Tell me more about how the city equivalent of an Iracusian's outhouse is the greatest place on Earth..." He scoffs. "Oh, and parliament. I don't even have to do a rant on that atrocious group, do I?"

"Well, once when the river froze over, there was a great festival on the ice! Of course, this was about two centuries before I came along. And it's currently the busiest waterway in our world, with ships coming in from across the globe! That's another thing, there is great variety in the things you can get in London, from all different countries and cultures." He smirked. "And hey, parliament may not be perfect, but at least the many members in it combined is more competent than that foolish 'celestial emperor of all the thines'. Why, if a revolution were to somehow break out right now, for example, he'd be completely and utterly, pardon my language, screwed!"

[Ava Ire]

Gwen just frowned at her, feeling a tad uncomfortable. "Yes, that's my name. I'm not sure what else it might be. The people of America aren't all the same, you know," she replied. The tall man cleared his throat very loudly, intervening on Gwen's behalf. "Well then, uh, lovely that we've exchanged that bit of, err, knowledge. I'm Arthur, by the way," he said to Celeste. "It seems we have a bit of learning to do about each other, hmm?"

Arthur got up. "Well, Celeste, it is due time for us to depart, I believe." Gwen checked her pocket watch. "Oh, it is," she said, getting up. Arthur looked down at Celeste. "Nice to have met you, madam," he stated.

"You can't meet all of them at once, y'know? I go off of what I've run into in my experience." She gives a lazy, half-assed bow, and smiles at Arthur. "See you two later! I'll buy us drinks next time!"

(Goodnight)

Arthur returned the bow, but put more effort into his. "Hmm, drinks sound splendid. Until next time." Gwen just gave a shy wave. The two of them them departed without another word.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

The ten foot tall Iracusian enters the tavern yet again, and sits down on a barstool, nearly crushing it. As soon as he speaks, it sounds like he has a rather thick... inexplicable Glasgwegian accent crossed with a few others. "Grrrrreat feckin weatherrrr we're havin', innit?"

Josef sits right next to him, grinning ecstatically. "Whatever Tormoid's having, Lao."

Both of them are handed rather massive mugs of a cloudy beige liquid, and Tormoid promptly chugs his. Josef attempts to do the same, and is promptly out cold.

[Barboneia]

The ten foot tall Iracusian enters the tavern yet again, and sits down on a barstool, nearly crushing it. As soon as he speaks, it sounds like he has a rather thick... inexplicable Glasgwegian accent crossed with a few others. "Grrrrreat feckin weatherrrr we're havin', innit?"

Josef sits right next to him, grinning ecstatically. "Whatever Tormoid's having, Lao."

Both of them are handed rather massive mugs of a cloudy beige liquid, and Tormoid promptly chugs his. Josef attempts to do the same, and is promptly out cold.

(I never thought I'd be able say "I killed multiple gigantic librarians so I could find a map to a secret underground military base", but now I am. Amazing.)

Desmond stepped inside, and upon seeing the Arkadacian, gasped loudly. He slowly edged towards a booth, staring at him all the while, and sat down quickly, shaking a bit.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

The ten foot tall Iracusian enters the tavern yet again, and sits down on a barstool, nearly crushing it. As soon as he speaks, it sounds like he has a rather thick... inexplicable Glasgwegian accent crossed with a few others. "Grrrrreat feckin weatherrrr we're havin', innit?"

Josef sits right next to him, grinning ecstatically. "Whatever Tormoid's having, Lao."

Both of them are handed rather massive mugs of a cloudy beige liquid, and Tormoid promptly chugs his. Josef attempts to do the same, and is promptly out cold.

(I never thought I'd be able say "I killed multiple gigantic librarians so I could find a map to a secret underground military base", but now I am. Amazing.)

Desmond stepped inside, and upon seeing the Arkadacian, gasped loudly. He slowly edged towards a booth, staring at him all the while, and sat down quickly, shaking a bit.

(If we're talking Metro, that part scared the shit out of me.)

Even after one mug of... whatever they were drinking knocked Josef out, Tormoid drinks a second. And a third. And even a fourth. "I swear yerrrr waterin' the drinks down, Laoie. Usually I'm feelin' something by now."

"You say that every time, Tormoid... I'm telling you, it's because you've just drank so many you don't even react to it anymore. Do you know how many barrels of mushroom whisky I've had to replace since you've got here?"

"Sevenny-tree."

Lao sighs with upsetness, and goes to fill up another mug. In the meantime, seems Tsengsi's persistent assistant Aurelian is sitting across from Desmond.

[Barboneia]

(I never thought I'd be able say "I killed multiple gigantic librarians so I could find a map to a secret underground military base", but now I am. Amazing.)

Desmond stepped inside, and upon seeing the Arkadacian, gasped loudly. He slowly edged towards a booth, staring at him all the while, and sat down quickly, shaking a bit.

(If we're talking Metro, that part scared the shit out of me.)

Even after one mug of... whatever they were drinking knocked Josef out, Tormoid drinks a second. And a third. And even a fourth. "I swear yerrrr waterin' the drinks down, Laoie. Usually I'm feelin' something by now."

"You say that every time, Tormoid... I'm telling you, it's because you've just drank so many you don't even react to it anymore. Do you know how many barrels of mushroom whisky I've had to replace since you've got here?"

"Sevenny-tree."

Lao sighs with upsetness, and goes to fill up another mug. In the meantime, seems Tsengsi's persistent assistant Aurelian is sitting across from Desmond.

(I thought since I'm playing the Redux fighting them would be easier.

I was wrong.)

Desmond notices Aurelian's presence, and looks at him. "Good God. I never knew those things could get so big!"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

(I thought since I'm playing the Redux fighting them would be easier.

I was wrong.)

Desmond notices Aurelian's presence, and looks at him. "Good God. I never knew those things could get so big!"

(I ought to pick up the Redux edition some time... or get the other Metro game, who knows)

Aurelian shrugs. "I think Periscus' freak show has one that's twelve feet tall, if I'm not mistaken. He uses logs as fitness equipment and rips trees out of the ground. It's a great show... mind you, the idea of being at lower leg level in comparison to someone else is terrifying. He could step on me without knowing it."

[Barboneia]

(I thought since I'm playing the Redux fighting them would be easier.

I was wrong.)

Desmond notices Aurelian's presence, and looks at him. "Good God. I never knew those things could get so big!"

(I ought to pick up the Redux edition some time... or get the other Metro game, who knows)

Aurelian shrugs. "I think Periscus' freak show has one that's twelve feet tall, if I'm not mistaken. He uses logs as fitness equipment and rips trees out of the ground. It's a great show... mind you, the idea of being at lower leg level in comparison to someone else is terrifying. He could step on me without knowing it."

Desmond shivered. "That's scary. I mean, I'm five feet eleven. for most humans that's tall... But twelve feet? That's mad." He looked over towards the bar. "Lao ought to hire some waiters... I don't wish to get up to get my drink. I just sat down."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Desmond shivered. "That's scary. I mean, I'm five feet eleven. for most humans that's tall... But twelve feet? That's mad." He looked over towards the bar. "Lao ought to hire some waiters... I don't wish to get up to get my drink. I just sat down."

"And the fellow is built like a tree, too. It's crazy how much some poor Iracusians get into their physical health..." He shudders. "Especially the tribals. I dread every visit to North Iracusia."

Eventually Aelwyd approaches the booth, carrying a piece of paper and a wooden board. "Speak of the devil and she arrives. What can I get you?"

Aurelian shrugs his shoulders. "Nothing at the moment, madame."

[Barboneia]

Desmond shivered. "That's scary. I mean, I'm five feet eleven. for most humans that's tall... But twelve feet? That's mad." He looked over towards the bar. "Lao ought to hire some waiters... I don't wish to get up to get my drink. I just sat down."

"And the fellow is built like a tree, too. It's crazy how much some poor Iracusians get into their physical health..." He shudders. "Especially the tribals. I dread every visit to North Iracusia."

Eventually Aelwyd approaches the booth, carrying a piece of paper and a wooden board. "Speak of the devil and she arrives. What can I get you?"

Aurelian shrugs his shoulders. "Nothing at the moment, madame."

"You work here?" He rubbed his forehead. "Uh... I'll have a stout."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"You work here?" He rubbed his forehead. "Uh... I'll have a stout."

She shakes her head. "Nah... well, sorta. SOMEONE ratted me out to the town guard and got my caravan confiscated! 'Stolen' property, they said! I bought those horses, damnit!" She scribbles something down on the paper. "Aight. Stout coming soonish." She saunters off to the bar.

"... Did that Culdranth have fangs?" Aurelian says, bewildered.

[Barboneia]

"You work here?" He rubbed his forehead. "Uh... I'll have a stout."

She shakes her head. "Nah... well, sorta. SOMEONE ratted me out to the town guard and got my caravan confiscated! 'Stolen' property, they said! I bought those horses, damnit!" She scribbles something down on the paper. "Aight. Stout coming soonish." She saunters off to the bar.

"... Did that Culdranth have fangs?" Aurelian says, bewildered.

He blinked, and looked after her. "Perhaps. She seems quite odd. Although I can't say I'm not amused that she got in trouble with law enforcement. Serves her right."

[Ava Ire]

Gwen walked in, holding a book in her hands, as she moved over to a table. Arthur trailed in after her.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

She shakes her head. "Nah... well, sorta. SOMEONE ratted me out to the town guard and got my caravan confiscated! 'Stolen' property, they said! I bought those horses, damnit!" She scribbles something down on the paper. "Aight. Stout coming soonish." She saunters off to the bar.

"... Did that Culdranth have fangs?" Aurelian says, bewildered.

He blinked, and looked after her. "Perhaps. She seems quite odd. Although I can't say I'm not amused that she got in trouble with law enforcement. Serves her right."

"... I'm just trying to get over the fangs." He shudders. "Almost as unnatural as owning a pet rabbit, I dare say."

Gwen walked in, holding a book in her hands, as she moved over to a table. Arthur trailed in after her.

Celeste waves hello at the two. "Did you two want in on the drinks today or should we save it for another night?"