The Liquid Wallaby - Welcome To The Empire (Invite Only)

[Torrocca]

"Oh? Uh, yeah... mmhmm..." the man said, graciously accepting his bottle of vodka and taking a swig from it. While the others conversed among themselves, he said to Aelwyd, "I convinced the governor here to give us free reign here, and, ah-I convinced my own government to dispatch my men here."

A brow veeeerrrry slowly hikes up. "Oh, yeah, the same governor who got shanked to death by the Pravyetian Brotherhood. And I'm the Chairman of Zhengsal."

"I'm in love with the Empress, of course I'm into chicks who can throw me across the bar! Besides, Ciara, you're, like, all skin and bones! No muscle or anything. No curves either!"

Her brow slowly twitches. "... Neither does the empress! Have you SEEN her? You can see her damned ribs!"

Alutia slowly floats past, looking unamused. "Magic burns a lot of calories, there's a reason for that."

"... I got permission before she died, thank you very much."

[Barboneia]

"I'm in love with the Empress, of course I'm into chicks who can throw me across the bar! Besides, Ciara, you're, like, all skin and bones! No muscle or anything. No curves either!"

Her brow slowly twitches. "... Neither does the empress! Have you SEEN her? You can see her damned ribs!"

Alutia slowly floats past, looking unamused. "Magic burns a lot of calories, there's a reason for that."

"Yes, but she's hot! And she's the Empress! Unlike you! Besides, what do you care what I think of how you look? It's not like I'm going to be dating you anytime soon, eh?!"

Simon was following her, his hands buried in the pockets of his bomber jacket. "You obviously need to eat more, Alutia."

[Arkadacia]

"... I got permission before she died, thank you very much."

Her brow raises even higher.

"Yes, but she's hot! And she's the Empress! Unlike you! Besides, what do you care what I think of how you look? It's not like I'm going to be dating you anytime soon, eh?!"

Simon was following her, his hands buried in the pockets of his bomber jacket. "You obviously need to eat more, Alutia."

"... Meh." Ciara puts her hands behind her back and wanders off. Crysal sits across from Arkadiy shortly after. "... Anything else that really sets her off, do y'know? I'm challenging that 'Ripper' dickhead to a duel, going to have Ciara fight for me. But it's kind of hard to make her snap. I gotta have her foaming at the mouth, enraged."

"I don't like food much, either. Iracusian cuisine tastes of packing peanuts. Or like they elected to cook lava into a semi-edible form, it's unpleasant either way."

[Torrocca]

"... I got permission before she died, thank you very much."

Her brow raises even higher.

"Yes, but she's hot! And she's the Empress! Unlike you! Besides, what do you care what I think of how you look? It's not like I'm going to be dating you anytime soon, eh?!"

Simon was following her, his hands buried in the pockets of his bomber jacket. "You obviously need to eat more, Alutia."

"... Meh." Ciara puts her hands behind her back and wanders off. Crysal sits across from Arkadiy shortly after. "... Anything else that really sets her off, do y'know? I'm challenging that 'Ripper' dickhead to a duel, going to have Ciara fight for me. But it's kind of hard to make her snap. I gotta have her foaming at the mouth, enraged."

"I don't like food much, either. Iracusian cuisine tastes of packing peanuts. Or like they elected to cook lava into a semi-edible form, it's unpleasant either way."

He coughed a bit, then said, "look, I-ah, I don't need a bartender questioning me or the working politics between our two nations. A rebellion needed to be curbed, and I was called to curb it. Alright?"

[Barboneia]

"Yes, but she's hot! And she's the Empress! Unlike you! Besides, what do you care what I think of how you look? It's not like I'm going to be dating you anytime soon, eh?!"

Simon was following her, his hands buried in the pockets of his bomber jacket. "You obviously need to eat more, Alutia."

"... Meh." Ciara puts her hands behind her back and wanders off. Crysal sits across from Arkadiy shortly after. "... Anything else that really sets her off, do y'know? I'm challenging that 'Ripper' dickhead to a duel, going to have Ciara fight for me. But it's kind of hard to make her snap. I gotta have her foaming at the mouth, enraged."

"I don't like food much, either. Iracusian cuisine tastes of packing peanuts. Or like they elected to cook lava into a semi-edible form, it's unpleasant either way."

Arkadiy stared up at her with a raised eyebrow. "Ripper? The Ahl Cuhlt general guy? Ciara will get slaughtered! I'd better not tell you anything, it'll just make him make her death more painful..."

"You could get different foods, like from Italy, or Mexico, or Britain. More fatty and tasty stuff. Like fish and chips. Or burritos. Or Stromboli!"

[Arkadacia]

He coughed a bit, then said, "look, I-ah, I don't need a bartender questioning me or the working politics between our two nations. A rebellion needed to be curbed, and I was called to curb it. Alright?"

She hikes up her eyebrows even higher. "Y'know what they do to traitors in this neighborhood, don't ya?"

Arkadiy stared up at her with a raised eyebrow. "Ripper? The Ahl Cuhlt general guy? Ciara will get slaughtered! I'd better not tell you anything, it'll just make him make her death more painful..."

"You could get different foods, like from Italy, or Mexico, or Britain. More fatty and tasty stuff. Like fish and chips. Or burritos. Or Stromboli!"

"I'm going to step in if she starts losing, obviously. Either way it's going to look horrible. Either a general himself gets his block knocked off by a teenager, or he beats the shit out of a teenager and then gets his block knocked off by me. It's a win-win."

"The issue is that my alternate self is an idiot and managed to get this country on an international blacklist. No imported food." She mumbles. "I suppose I could try Asian foods, when we finally get back to the not-quite-as-awful universe. Adri claims she can make some decent crab rangoon."

[Barboneia]

Arkadiy stared up at her with a raised eyebrow. "Ripper? The Ahl Cuhlt general guy? Ciara will get slaughtered! I'd better not tell you anything, it'll just make him make her death more painful..."

"You could get different foods, like from Italy, or Mexico, or Britain. More fatty and tasty stuff. Like fish and chips. Or burritos. Or Stromboli!"

"I'm going to step in if she starts losing, obviously. Either way it's going to look horrible. Either a general himself gets his block knocked off by a teenager, or he beats the shit out of a teenager and then gets his block knocked off by me. It's a win-win."

"The issue is that my alternate self is an idiot and managed to get this country on an international blacklist. No imported food." She mumbles. "I suppose I could try Asian foods, when we finally get back to the not-quite-as-awful universe. Adri claims she can make some decent crab rangoon."

"Eh... I still don't want to help you, even if you are really hot! Ask someone else, maybe." He gets up and heads over to the arcade machines.

"Ah... That's right. Well, maybe you could try and sneak out of the country. Or just... Float out, I guess." He raised an eyebrow. "What's a rangoon?"

[Arkadacia]

"Eh... I still don't want to help you, even if you are really hot! Ask someone else, maybe." He gets up and heads over to the arcade machines.

"Ah... That's right. Well, maybe you could try and sneak out of the country. Or just... Float out, I guess." He raised an eyebrow. "What's a rangoon?"

Her eye twitches, and she slowly stands up. "Don't compliment my appearance. Ever. It's a good way to get an impromptu neck snap."

"Ah, yes, I could float into either Reiltam, or Communist Culdranthine. Genius." She clears her throat. "A rangoon is some kind of fried dumpling with cheese and crab in it. Far as I know."

[Barboneia]

"Eh... I still don't want to help you, even if you are really hot! Ask someone else, maybe." He gets up and heads over to the arcade machines.

"Ah... That's right. Well, maybe you could try and sneak out of the country. Or just... Float out, I guess." He raised an eyebrow. "What's a rangoon?"

Her eye twitches, and she slowly stands up. "Don't compliment my appearance. Ever. It's a good way to get an impromptu neck snap."

"Ah, yes, I could float into either Reiltam, or Communist Culdranthine. Genius." She clears her throat. "A rangoon is some kind of fried dumpling with cheese and crab in it. Far as I know."

"Well, it's not my fault that you're attractive!" he shouts from the AirFighter 1946 cabinet.

"Oh... That sounds good, I guess. I've never really had crab, though. There weren't a lot of them in the waters around Stockholm. Or Sweden, for that matter." He looked around. "Where are you going, anyways? You've just been slowly floating forward. It's kinda weird, Alutia."

[Arkadacia]

"Well, it's not my fault that you're attractive!" he shouts from the AirFighter 1946 cabinet.

"Oh... That sounds good, I guess. I've never really had crab, though. There weren't a lot of them in the waters around Stockholm. Or Sweden, for that matter." He looked around. "Where are you going, anyways? You've just been slowly floating forward. It's kinda weird, Alutia."

Crysal marks it on her calendar to suplex him at a later date.

"I have no idea what I'm doing, honestly. The floor here is covered in spilled drinks, dirt, or dust. I simply don't want to touch it and I've nothing better to do."

[Barboneia]

"Well, it's not my fault that you're attractive!" he shouts from the AirFighter 1946 cabinet.

"Oh... That sounds good, I guess. I've never really had crab, though. There weren't a lot of them in the waters around Stockholm. Or Sweden, for that matter." He looked around. "Where are you going, anyways? You've just been slowly floating forward. It's kinda weird, Alutia."

Crysal marks it on her calendar to suplex him at a later date.

"I have no idea what I'm doing, honestly. The floor here is covered in spilled drinks, dirt, or dust. I simply don't want to touch it and I've nothing better to do."

"Uh, well... I'd suggest we could go for a walk, or a float, in your case... But it's scary to go outside, you know? So... I don't know."

[Arkadacia]

"Uh, well... I'd suggest we could go for a walk, or a float, in your case... But it's scary to go outside, you know? So... I don't know."

"I'd suggest television, but tragically there's a whole lot of nothing on. Besides a constant battle between news stations and rebel propaganda."

[Barboneia]

"Uh, well... I'd suggest we could go for a walk, or a float, in your case... But it's scary to go outside, you know? So... I don't know."

"I'd suggest television, but tragically there's a whole lot of nothing on. Besides a constant battle between news stations and rebel propaganda."

His eyes suddenly brighten up. "Well, you know, depending on what model the TV is, I might be able to, ah, hack it and get some out of country broadcasts! Funny thing about TVs, they have a much larger reception than the makers say they do. Doesn't matter if it's satellite or cable." He walked over to the TV, inspecting it closely. "Hm... Yeah, I can work with this. Give me a second and I'll get us something good to watch." He pulls open a panel on the back of the TV and begins to fiddle with various wires inside of it, humming as he does so.

[Torrocca]

He coughed a bit, then said, "look, I-ah, I don't need a bartender questioning me or the working politics between our two nations. A rebellion needed to be curbed, and I was called to curb it. Alright?"

She hikes up her eyebrows even higher. "Y'know what they do to traitors in this neighborhood, don't ya?"

Arkadiy stared up at her with a raised eyebrow. "Ripper? The Ahl Cuhlt general guy? Ciara will get slaughtered! I'd better not tell you anything, it'll just make him make her death more painful..."

"You could get different foods, like from Italy, or Mexico, or Britain. More fatty and tasty stuff. Like fish and chips. Or burritos. Or Stromboli!"

"I'm going to step in if she starts losing, obviously. Either way it's going to look horrible. Either a general himself gets his block knocked off by a teenager, or he beats the shit out of a teenager and then gets his block knocked off by me. It's a win-win."

"The issue is that my alternate self is an idiot and managed to get this country on an international blacklist. No imported food." She mumbles. "I suppose I could try Asian foods, when we finally get back to the not-quite-as-awful universe. Adri claims she can make some decent crab rangoon."

"... No. Tell me."

[Arkadacia]

The television seems to be the usual 'rebel scum' narrative, though the usual newswoman is noticeably more panicked. "Citizens currently in Northeast Pravyet are advised to stay insi-" The signal promptly cuts out for a few moments. When it returns, the newscaster and a few other staff members are laying dead on the table with multiple stab wounds, and the camera is knocked over. A single feather floats down from the scene, before Aelwyd changes the channel.

The local news seems to be a little more upbeat, a confidently smiling Ahl Cuhltian fellow shuffling some papers. "A local Iracusian degenerate, likely a tribal-" A leering picture of Crysal appears on screen next to him with the text 'local degenerate' printed underneath. "-Has challenged our own Aquarius Viator to a duel to the death in the historic neighborhood of Affertay, just outside the Perennial Tavern bar and inn. Of course, we all know how it's going to end, but to make things more interesting... she's appointed a champion in her stead. Traitor to the empire Ciara Bhranagain has come out of hiding to face him. They really are stupid, aren't they?" He chuckles condescendingly before Crysal picks up the television and throws it, smashing it into pieces. "And THIS is why I kill journalists on sight now!" She rumbles, before glaring over at Aelwyd. "... Don't give me that freaky wide-eyed look, I'll get you a new one. ... Why do so many people here look like me? With this many versions of me running around you should've fucking dealt with him already."

[Barboneia]

The television seems to be the usual 'rebel scum' narrative, though the usual newswoman is noticeably more panicked. "Citizens currently in Northeast Pravyet are advised to stay insi-" The signal promptly cuts out for a few moments. When it returns, the newscaster and a few other staff members are laying dead on the table with multiple stab wounds, and the camera is knocked over. A single feather floats down from the scene, before Aelwyd changes the channel.

The local news seems to be a little more upbeat, a confidently smiling Ahl Cuhltian fellow shuffling some papers. "A local Iracusian degenerate, likely a tribal-" A leering picture of Crysal appears on screen next to him with the text 'local degenerate' printed underneath. "-Has challenged our own Aquarius Viator to a duel to the death in the historic neighborhood of Affertay, just outside the Perennial Tavern bar and inn. Of course, we all know how it's going to end, but to make things more interesting... she's appointed a champion in her stead. Traitor to the empire Ciara Bhranagain has come out of hiding to face him. They really are stupid, aren't they?" He chuckles condescendingly before Crysal picks up the television and throws it, smashing it into pieces. "And THIS is why I kill journalists on sight now!" She rumbles, before glaring over at Aelwyd. "... Don't give me that freaky wide-eyed look, I'll get you a new one. ... Why do so many people here look like me? With this many versions of me running around you should've fucking dealt with him already."

Simon walked inside carrying a screwdriver and assorted wires. "My oh my, that television sure is a lot harder to rewire than I originally thought! Luckily, I found these spare supplies in the back of a burnt out delivery van so now I can-" He goes quiet as he watches the TV fly across the room and pretty much explode. His eye twitches, and he drops the tools to the ground in defeat. "...Ok, I'll go fuck myself, then." He promptly turns around and walks out of the bar.

[Arkadacia]

Simon walked inside carrying a screwdriver and assorted wires. "My oh my, that television sure is a lot harder to rewire than I originally thought! Luckily, I found these spare supplies in the back of a burnt out delivery van so now I can-" He goes quiet as he watches the TV fly across the room and pretty much explode. His eye twitches, and he drops the tools to the ground in defeat. "...Ok, I'll go fuck myself, then." He promptly turns around and walks out of the bar.

Crysal then punts what's left of it across the room. Alutia floats after Simon shortly after. "Don't mind her, she just saw this universe's version of Fox News."

[Barboneia]

Simon walked inside carrying a screwdriver and assorted wires. "My oh my, that television sure is a lot harder to rewire than I originally thought! Luckily, I found these spare supplies in the back of a burnt out delivery van so now I can-" He goes quiet as he watches the TV fly across the room and pretty much explode. His eye twitches, and he drops the tools to the ground in defeat. "...Ok, I'll go fuck myself, then." He promptly turns around and walks out of the bar.

Crysal then punts what's left of it across the room. Alutia floats after Simon shortly after. "Don't mind her, she just saw this universe's version of Fox News."

"I don't know what that is... Man, your sister is a, excuse my language... A cunt! Why do people look up to her? Gah..." As Simon proceeded down the sidewalk, a neon green van raced down the street, with numerous police cars following behind. The Swedish man jumped back a bit from the street, and the vehicles swerved around a corner, further into the city. "Whoa. That doesn't seem good."

[Arkadacia]

"I don't know what that is... Man, your sister is a, excuse my language... A cunt! Why do people look up to her? Gah..." As Simon proceeded down the sidewalk, a neon green van raced down the street, with numerous police cars following behind. The Swedish man jumped back a bit from the street, and the vehicles swerved around a corner, further into the city. "Whoa. That doesn't seem good."

"Because the Iracusians are a bunch of cunts, and they look up to the biggest one around." Alutia chuckles. "Or because she's not normally like this. I think being around this many versions of herself is driving her mad. There's a sort of... stacking effect with running into versions of yourself. The more that are around, the more amplified everyone's personality becomes. I'm sure she'll be back to normal when we return home."

Creezul and Kehelli skitter past the two, carrying a massive bag of dog food before they duck into an alley.

"... I forgot those two existed." Alutia mumbles.

[Torrocca]

Heard outside was a terrifying choir, comprised of nothing but thunderous, raging gunfire. It lasted for several minutes basically without pause, until it did pause. Whatever massacre had just occurred, though, wasn't over, as the utterly frightening sound of a revving chainsaw could be heard, nearing the bar slowly but surely. If one did look outside, they could see a crowd running away from whatever maddening monster was committing the slaughter.

[Barboneia]

"I don't know what that is... Man, your sister is a, excuse my language... A cunt! Why do people look up to her? Gah..." As Simon proceeded down the sidewalk, a neon green van raced down the street, with numerous police cars following behind. The Swedish man jumped back a bit from the street, and the vehicles swerved around a corner, further into the city. "Whoa. That doesn't seem good."

"Because the Iracusians are a bunch of cunts, and they look up to the biggest one around." Alutia chuckles. "Or because she's not normally like this. I think being around this many versions of herself is driving her mad. There's a sort of... stacking effect with running into versions of yourself. The more that are around, the more amplified everyone's personality becomes. I'm sure she'll be back to normal when we return home."

Creezul and Kehelli skitter past the two, carrying a massive bag of dog food before they duck into an alley.

"... I forgot those two existed." Alutia mumbles.

"Well, I'm certainly glad that there are no alternate versions of me. That would be horrible! I could be a woman, or a librarian, or..." He shook his head. "...A Finn! I shiver even thinking about it. Ava would never like me then..." He seems to go sad at the mention of Ava, and mumbled. "Oh, how I miss her... Her piercing red eyes, her beautiful, perfect eyebrows... Her petite body..." He sighed. "I guess she was lucky she wasn't in the bar at the time we were all sent here..."

[Arkadacia]

Heard outside was a terrifying choir, comprised of nothing but thunderous, raging gunfire. It lasted for several minutes basically without pause, until it did pause. Whatever massacre had just occurred, though, wasn't over, as the utterly frightening sound of a revving chainsaw could be heard, nearing the bar slowly but surely. If one did look outside, they could see a crowd running away from whatever maddening monster was committing the slaughter.

Nobody seems to notice, because those kind of sounds are sort of commonplace here.

"Well, I'm certainly glad that there are no alternate versions of me. That would be horrible! I could be a woman, or a librarian, or..." He shook his head. "...A Finn! I shiver even thinking about it. Ava would never like me then..." He seems to go sad at the mention of Ava, and mumbled. "Oh, how I miss her... Her piercing red eyes, her beautiful, perfect eyebrows... Her petite body..." He sighed. "I guess she was lucky she wasn't in the bar at the time we were all sent here..."

Alutia suppresses a chortle at the idea. "Well, there's a prank idea if I've ever heard one. Thanks for giving me ideas." She says, before slowly heading back inside. "We should probably get in, lest we get involved with the stupidity outside."

[Torrocca]

Heard outside was a terrifying choir, comprised of nothing but thunderous, raging gunfire. It lasted for several minutes basically without pause, until it did pause. Whatever massacre had just occurred, though, wasn't over, as the utterly frightening sound of a revving chainsaw could be heard, nearing the bar slowly but surely. If one did look outside, they could see a crowd running away from whatever maddening monster was committing the slaughter.

Nobody seems to notice, because those kind of sounds are sort of commonplace here.

"Well, I'm certainly glad that there are no alternate versions of me. That would be horrible! I could be a woman, or a librarian, or..." He shook his head. "...A Finn! I shiver even thinking about it. Ava would never like me then..." He seems to go sad at the mention of Ava, and mumbled. "Oh, how I miss her... Her piercing red eyes, her beautiful, perfect eyebrows... Her petite body..." He sighed. "I guess she was lucky she wasn't in the bar at the time we were all sent here..."

Alutia suppresses a chortle at the idea. "Well, there's a prank idea if I've ever heard one. Thanks for giving me ideas." She says, before slowly heading back inside. "We should probably get in, lest we get involved with the stupidity outside."

It probably would become a bit more noticed by the patrons of the bar, however, as a human head from an obviously reanimated corpse crashed into the building through a window. Whoever's going crazy outside is more than likely going crazy for a good cause, if the head is any indicator.

[Barboneia]

"Well, I'm certainly glad that there are no alternate versions of me. That would be horrible! I could be a woman, or a librarian, or..." He shook his head. "...A Finn! I shiver even thinking about it. Ava would never like me then..." He seems to go sad at the mention of Ava, and mumbled. "Oh, how I miss her... Her piercing red eyes, her beautiful, perfect eyebrows... Her petite body..." He sighed. "I guess she was lucky she wasn't in the bar at the time we were all sent here..."

Alutia suppresses a chortle at the idea. "Well, there's a prank idea if I've ever heard one. Thanks for giving me ideas." She says, before slowly heading back inside. "We should probably get in, lest we get involved with the stupidity outside."

"I guess... Although if your sister approaches, could you tell her to leave us alone? I'm in no mood to converse with her tonight..." He turns around and follows her back inside, folding his arms.

[Arkadacia]

It probably would become a bit more noticed by the patrons of the bar, however, as a human head from an obviously reanimated corpse crashed into the building through a window. Whoever's going crazy outside is more than likely going crazy for a good cause, if the head is any indicator.

Torr.

Are you drunk right now.

You seem drunk.

"I guess... Although if your sister approaches, could you tell her to leave us alone? I'm in no mood to converse with her tonight..." He turns around and follows her back inside, folding his arms.

"Why, of course!" Adri slowly approaches, smiling slightly. "I was wondering if we were still going to-"

"I'm sorry, Adri. Fuck off, Simon's orders." Alutia smirks deviously, and Adri slowly walks off to her corner of obscurity. Or to hang out with Celeste, odds are they've started a second fiddle club.