Ram's Head Saloon [Mod-Sanctioned C/CLT, v3]

[Danceria]

Jaygar currently walks in. It looks like he is waiting for someone...or something.

[Low bloods]

"Oh good you know how to sign." Vixen use to use sign language so he understood a some.
He hops back over and pours him a glass before handing it to him "So, what brings you to dangerous lands like this?"

Krazza plucked his tablet back up and began typing away once again.

"Exploration, curiosity. Sometimes I go where I'm asked to play music. I have a sister visiting. She's here, somewhere." He glared at the concoction that lay before him, before dipping his proboscis into it.

Upon sipping into it, he froze.

"You doing good there buddy?"

Jaygar currently walks in. It looks like he is waiting for someone...or something.

"You ok there?" The knight asked, a bit tired

[Imperial Ottoman Caliphate]

"Well, sometimes things need a kick to keep them in motion, though some kicks are needed even if they do not get anyone anywhere at all..." Mehmet growled at Celaeno, before turning back to the eleventh. "Anyways, all whores aside, this place already seems to be looking quite curious."

Suddenly, a bedouin-looking girl with a collar around her neck entered the room escorted by a third guard as she went to Mehmet.
"It's about time you got here, fahişe bitch." Mehmet scoffed at Zara.

"Don't worry, master! I know I arrived late, and that's why I requested the guard to bring the whip so you can punish me, master!" Zara smiled.

"Not now, Zara. For now, you must stay quiet and not be seen or heard from." Mehmet ordered as she turned back to the Eleventh. "Anyways, you were saying?"

The Eleventh took a few moments to take in events. The Order of the Tweleve didn’t technically allow slavery, but it may as well have for high-ranking government officials like herself. Not that she was one to do that. If anything, such personnel were test subjects to be used for the First or Fourth or Seventh’s latest overcomplicated contraption. Usually, it was criminals used for such testing regardless.

“I was just curious how so little could have transpired in my absence that people describe my arrival as though it returns interest.” She took a sip of wine, raising one of her pistols with right hand. “Oh, how improper of me.” She stood. “I am the Eleventh, member of the Order of the Twelve. May I inquire as to your title and purpose here? I’m here for diplomatic and recreational reasons, myself...”

"I am Sultan Mehmet Osmanli of the Ottoman Caliphate and the five holy systems that make up of it. I'm merely here to relax, kick back, in an environment unlike the one I'm used to. Most people would want to live my life, but take my word for it, after a while it tends to get boring." Mehmet said as he grabbed a golden cup and put in on the glass. "Pour some tamarind juice for a habib, if you please." He said to a nearby bartender.

"Well, sometimes things need a kick to keep them in motion, though some kicks are needed even if they do not get anyone anywhere at all..." Mehmet growled at Celaeno, before turning back to the eleventh. "Anyways, all whores aside, this place already seems to be looking quite curious."

Suddenly, a bedouin-looking girl with a collar around her neck entered the room escorted by a third guard as she went to Mehmet.
"It's about time you got here, fahişe bitch." Mehmet scoffed at Zara.

"Don't worry, master! I know I arrived late, and that's why I requested the guard to bring the whip so you can punish me, master!" Zara smiled.

"Not now, Zara. For now, you must stay quiet and not be seen or heard from." Mehmet ordered as she turned back to the Eleventh. "Anyways, you were saying?"

"I thought this sort of thing was illegal... everywhere." said the Teutonican, who had '02' inscribed on his clothes as if it were a name-tag.

"Not exactly, my friend. Besides, it's not necessarily public slavery, it's more... private tending. Or moreso royal *ahem* 'comfort women', we like to call them around here." He chucked as he patted Zara on the back harshly, recieving a yelp of pain from her. "Of course, in a situation like this, there will be no haram illegitimacy going on between us, no no no... it does not happen outside of the palace."

[Teutonican Empire]

"I meant more in the eighteen-and-up sorta sense, but, regardless, I catch your drift, 'friend'." the Teutonican said with a sort of slick toning to his voice as he gave a little shrug. There was more of a tone of repitition than one of malice when he said 'friend'.

[Imperial Ottoman Caliphate]

"I meant more in the eighteen-and-up sorta sense, but, regardless, I catch your drift, 'friend'." the Teutonican said with a sort of slick toning to his voice as he gave a little shrug. There was more of a tone of repitition than one of malice when he said 'friend'.

"Actually, I'm fiftee-" Zara said as Mehmet quickly forced his hand to his mouth to muffle her and give her a slap behind the head before he quietly mouthed to her "Kapa çeneni, fahişe" as he turned back.

"You heard nothing. Anyways, this place is a nice break from the palace. No fanciness, just pure grit." the sultan chuckled.

[Teutonican Empire]

"I meant more in the eighteen-and-up sorta sense, but, regardless, I catch your drift, 'friend'." the Teutonican said with a sort of slick toning to his voice as he gave a little shrug. There was more of a tone of repitition than one of malice when he said 'friend'.

"Actually, I'm fiftee-" Zara said as Mehmet quickly forced his hand to his mouth to muffle her and give her a slap behind the head before he quietly mouthed to her "Kapa çeneni, fahişe" as he turned back.

"You heard nothing. Anyways, this place is a nice break from the palace. No fanciness, just pure grit." the sultan chuckled.

"I heard plenty, but no worries." The Teutonican's lifeless eyes betrayed his calm, tranquil smile. "The Teutonican version of eighteen n' up is more like ten n' up. Just trying to speak in Terran lingo."

[Imperial Ottoman Caliphate]

"Actually, I'm fiftee-" Zara said as Mehmet quickly forced his hand to his mouth to muffle her and give her a slap behind the head before he quietly mouthed to her "Kapa çeneni, fahişe" as he turned back.

"You heard nothing. Anyways, this place is a nice break from the palace. No fanciness, just pure grit." the sultan chuckled.

"I heard plenty, but no worries." The Teutonican's lifeless eyes betrayed his calm, tranquil smile. "The Teutonican version of eighteen n' up is more like ten n' up. Just trying to speak in Terran lingo."

"Funny, because a little known legal fact is that in the non-kafir planets, thanks to the magic of religious law, we effectively have no age of marriage and therefore no age of consent. Kafir zones like Yahudistan tend to set it at 17 though, but let's just keep the previous fact between you and me." Mehmet said as the bartender poured him his drink, with him sipping it.

"Ah, tamarind. There has never been a more better halal fruit juice drink." Mehmet chuckled.

[Teutonican Empire]

"I heard plenty, but no worries." The Teutonican's lifeless eyes betrayed his calm, tranquil smile. "The Teutonican version of eighteen n' up is more like ten n' up. Just trying to speak in Terran lingo."

"Funny, because a little known legal fact is that in the non-kafir planets, thanks to the magic of religious law, we effectively have no age of marriage and therefore no age of consent. Kafir zones like Yahudistan tend to set it at 17 though." Mehmet said as the bartender poured him his drink, with him sipping it.

"Ah, tamarind. There has never been a more better halal fruit juice drink." Mehmet chuckled.

"Sounds like a real party! Teutonicans are all grown up by 14 earth years, but you're not a minor after 9 -- so that means draftin', drinkin', marryin', you name it." 02 said. He leaned against the counter. "I like you, earth-man. What's your name?"

[Imperial Ottoman Caliphate]

"Funny, because a little known legal fact is that in the non-kafir planets, thanks to the magic of religious law, we effectively have no age of marriage and therefore no age of consent. Kafir zones like Yahudistan tend to set it at 17 though." Mehmet said as the bartender poured him his drink, with him sipping it.

"Ah, tamarind. There has never been a more better halal fruit juice drink." Mehmet chuckled.

"Sounds like a real party! Teutonicans are all grown up by 14 earth years, but you're not a minor after 9 -- so that means draftin', drinkin', marryin', you name it." 02 said. He leaned against the counter. "I like you, earth-man. What's your name?"

"I am Sultan Mehmet Osmanli of the Ottoman Caliphate. I lead an interstellar empire that is set on spreading the word of Islam and bringing culture to the cosmos, but occasionally I don't hesitate to bring myself to some lesiure time... but after a while, comfort women and Team Fortress 2 tend to get boring so I just travel around, plus it's quite hard to do that whilst having to give a prayer five times a day. You just don't get to do anything consistently fun, but it is all worth it, for Allah shall accept my strife and lead me to a grand afterlife when my physical form is killed off." Mehmet speeched as two of his guards went to drink. "Anyways, how about you, traveller? What is your life like?"

[Teutonican Empire]

"Sounds like a real party! Teutonicans are all grown up by 14 earth years, but you're not a minor after 9 -- so that means draftin', drinkin', marryin', you name it." 02 said. He leaned against the counter. "I like you, earth-man. What's your name?"

"I am Sultan Mehmet Osmanli of the Ottoman Caliphate. I lead an interstellar empire that is set on spreading the word of Islam and bringing culture to the cosmos, but occasionally I don't hesitate to bring myself to some lesiure time... but after a while, comfort women and Team Fortress 2 tend to get boring so I just travel around, plus it's quite hard to do that whilst having to give a prayer five times a day. You just don't get to do anything consistently fun, but it is all worth it, for Allah shall accept my strife and lead me to a grand afterlife when my physical form is killed off." Mehmet speeched as two of his guards went to drink. "Anyways, how about you, traveller? What is your life like?"

His lifeless eyes briefly intensified to that of a 1000-yard stare. He'd blink twice, shaking off the stare and returning to his normal lifeless gaze. "Pleasure-seeking. Out looking for fun, y'know? Hard to find, though."

[The Order of the Twelve]

"I am Sultan Mehmet Osmanli of the Ottoman Caliphate and the five holy systems that make up of it. I'm merely here to relax, kick back, in an environment unlike the one I'm used to. Most people would want to live my life, but take my word for it, after a while it tends to get boring." Mehmet said as he grabbed a golden cup and put in on the glass. "Pour some tamarind juice for a habib, if you please." He said to a nearby bartender.

“My own life is rather stressful at times. So very much arguing...so you seem escape from your responsibility? Five systems...ah, so you’re from space, then? I’m afraid I’m rather earthbound myself. The Order lacks the technology for much further. I couldn’t call my own existence boring, though. I get to met so many people...some wonderful, some terrible, some both at once...I wonder which you are? Oh, do forgive me if I’m rather aloof and accusatory. Drunkenness does that to me. I shouldn’t drink at all, but...” she gulped down wine for a moment “It’s rather difficult to hold back, if you take my meaning...”

[Imperial Ottoman Caliphate]

"I am Sultan Mehmet Osmanli of the Ottoman Caliphate. I lead an interstellar empire that is set on spreading the word of Islam and bringing culture to the cosmos, but occasionally I don't hesitate to bring myself to some lesiure time... but after a while, comfort women and Team Fortress 2 tend to get boring so I just travel around, plus it's quite hard to do that whilst having to give a prayer five times a day. You just don't get to do anything consistently fun, but it is all worth it, for Allah shall accept my strife and lead me to a grand afterlife when my physical form is killed off." Mehmet speeched as two of his guards went to drink. "Anyways, how about you, traveller? What is your life like?"

His lifeless eyes briefly intensified to that of a 1000-yard stare. He'd blink twice, shaking off the stare and returning to his normal lifeless gaze. "Pleasure-seeking. Out looking for fun, y'know? Hard to find, though."

"Ah, I see your point. For me, fun is avaliable and I know where to find it, but my religious practices limit me from doing so. Maybe it is different for you. What is it? Finance? Personal troubles? Opinion?" Mehmet asked.

[Lethen Empire]

His lifeless eyes briefly intensified to that of a 1000-yard stare. He'd blink twice, shaking off the stare and returning to his normal lifeless gaze. "Pleasure-seeking. Out looking for fun, y'know? Hard to find, though."

"Ah, I see your point. For me, fun is avaliable and I know where to find it, but my religious practices limit me from doing so. Maybe it is different for you. What is it? Finance? Personal troubles? Opinion?" Mehmet asked.

"What can I say? I'm picky. Not a lot actually wows me. Got somethin' real big, a little classified coming up, so that should do the trick." 02 said. "Also, I forgot to give you my name. Zero-Two. Whatever nickname you got'll probably work for me."

[Imperial Ottoman Caliphate]

"Ah, I see your point. For me, fun is avaliable and I know where to find it, but my religious practices limit me from doing so. Maybe it is different for you. What is it? Finance? Personal troubles? Opinion?" Mehmet asked.

"What can I say? I'm picky. Not a lot actually wows me. Got somethin' real big, a little classified coming up, so that should do the trick." 02 said. "Also, I forgot to give you my name. Zero-Two. Whatever nickname you got'll probably work for me."

"Here in the empire, if you were an excelling soldier, your name within our ranks would be Al-Athnan." A guard commented. "Of course we haven't mentioned yet that we noticed you seem like a man hardened in combat of some sort, soldiering, crimefighting or what."

Meanwhile, a robotic man in a hood wielding a bow-and-arrow of sorts had casually walked in and got down on one knee to bow at the sultan's feet.
"Greetings, your highness. Hello, Celaeno, you Spanish fuck. And greetings to everyone else present." The robot said in an Israeli-sounding accent.

[Lethen Empire]

"What can I say? I'm picky. Not a lot actually wows me. Got somethin' real big, a little classified coming up, so that should do the trick." 02 said. "Also, I forgot to give you my name. Zero-Two. Whatever nickname you got'll probably work for me."

"Here in the empire, if you were an excelling soldier, your name within our ranks would be Al-Athnan." A guard commented. "Of course we haven't mentioned yet that we noticed you seem like a man hardened in combat of some sort, soldiering, crimefighting or what."

Meanwhile, a robotic man in a hood wielding a bow-and-arrow of sorts had casually walked in and got down on one knee to bow at the sultan's feet.
"Greetings, your highness. Hello, Celaeno, you Spanish fuck. And greetings to everyone else present." The robot said in an Israeli-sounding accent.

"Guess you could say that." Zero-Two responded, affirming he had some sort of military or enforcement connection. He leaned back and put his hands behind his head. For a brief moment there, his lifeless eyes showed a tint of emotion.

[Imperial Ottoman Caliphate]

"Here in the empire, if you were an excelling soldier, your name within our ranks would be Al-Athnan." A guard commented. "Of course we haven't mentioned yet that we noticed you seem like a man hardened in combat of some sort, soldiering, crimefighting or what."

Meanwhile, a robotic man in a hood wielding a bow-and-arrow of sorts had casually walked in and got down on one knee to bow at the sultan's feet.
"Greetings, your highness. Hello, Celaeno, you Spanish fuck. And greetings to everyone else present." The robot said in an Israeli-sounding accent.

"Guess you could say that." Zero-Two responded, affirming he had some sort of military or enforcement connection. He leaned back and put his hands behind his head. For a brief moment there, his lifeless eyes showed a tint of emotion.

"Ah, do not worry. Confidentiality is not a problem here. In fact, here, being a special forces man or anything of the sort back in the Empire would bring you glory!" Mehmet said, patting the archer's back as he laughed.

[Lethen Empire]

"Guess you could say that." Zero-Two responded, affirming he had some sort of military or enforcement connection. He leaned back and put his hands behind his head. For a brief moment there, his lifeless eyes showed a tint of emotion.

"Ah, do not worry. Confidentiality is not a problem here. In fact, here, being a special forces man or anything of the sort back in the Empire would bring you glory!" Mehmet said, patting the archer's back as he laughed.

"Some things are better left unexplained." Zero-Two said. The Teutonican slouched in his barstool a bit and shrugged. "Which is the cool way of saying I'm not allowed to."

[Imperial Ottoman Caliphate]

"Ah, do not worry. Confidentiality is not a problem here. In fact, here, being a special forces man or anything of the sort back in the Empire would bring you glory!" Mehmet said, patting the archer's back as he laughed.

"Some things are better left unexplained." Zero-Two said. The Teutonican slouched in his barstool a bit and shrugged. "Which is the cool way of saying I'm not allowed to."

"Ah, I see." the Ottoman sultan said as he had a sip of his drink a little more. "So... what's with the sword? Combat issue?"

[Lethen Empire]

"Some things are better left unexplained." Zero-Two said. The Teutonican slouched in his barstool a bit and shrugged. "Which is the cool way of saying I'm not allowed to."

"Ah, I see." the Ottoman sultan said as he had a sip of his drink a little more. "So... what's with the sword? Combat issue?"

"Yeah, yeah, but I like my fists more." replied the Teutonican with the soulless gaze. "I just carry it around to keep the higher-ups off my ass."

[Imperial Ottoman Caliphate]

"Ah, I see." the Ottoman sultan said as he had a sip of his drink a little more. "So... what's with the sword? Combat issue?"

"Yeah, yeah, but I like my fists more." replied the Teutonican with the soulless gaze. "I just carry it around to keep the higher-ups off my ass."

"Ah. A bit impractical for your case though, right? Obviously, your sword will suffice when in certain scenarios, but no weapon at all?" The Sultan questioned. "Are you sure you can suffice without any firearms?"

[Lethen Empire]

"Yeah, yeah, but I like my fists more." replied the Teutonican with the soulless gaze. "I just carry it around to keep the higher-ups off my ass."

"Ah. A bit impractical for your case though, right? Obviously, your sword will suffice when in certain scenarios, but no weapon at all?" The Sultan questioned. "Are you sure you can suffice without any firearms?"

He'd display his open palm to the Sultan, keeping it at an angled view as opposed to directly pointing it at him, where a blue ball of sorts was embedded deep in his hand, sticking out just a few centimeters. "Got one right here." Zero-Two said. He looked down at his boots. "Besides...sword's weak, my foot can do the job just fine." He'd look back up to the Sultan, intensifying his gaze for just a split second.

[Imperial Ottoman Caliphate]

"Ah. A bit impractical for your case though, right? Obviously, your sword will suffice when in certain scenarios, but no weapon at all?" The Sultan questioned. "Are you sure you have no firearms?"

He'd display his open palm to the Sultan, keeping it at an angled view as opposed to directly pointing it at him, where a blue ball of sorts was embedded deep in his hand, sticking out just a few centimeters. "Right here." Zero-Two said. He looked down at his boots. "Besides...sword's weak, my foot can do the job just fine." He'd look back up to the Sultan, intensifying his gaze for just a split second.

"Hmm... interesting contraption." The Sultan said. "If only people like you would serve our nation. Fortunately, we have a few talenteds of our own, and with range too." The Sultan chuckled as he nodded to the archer who turned to the bar as he grabbed three arrows from his quiver and fired them at three deer heads mounted on the wall dead centre, then turning to a guard holding up a bottle of champagne and shooting off the cork, then quickly firing off another arrow while the cork was still in midair and mounting it above the doors. The Sultan quickly gfrabbed the bottle of champagne and slid to to Zero-Two.

"For you, Al-Athnan."

[Lethen Empire]

He'd display his open palm to the Sultan, keeping it at an angled view as opposed to directly pointing it at him, where a blue ball of sorts was embedded deep in his hand, sticking out just a few centimeters. "Right here." Zero-Two said. He looked down at his boots. "Besides...sword's weak, my foot can do the job just fine." He'd look back up to the Sultan, intensifying his gaze for just a split second.

"Hmm... interesting contraption." The Sultan said. "If only people like you would serve our nation. Fortunately, we have a few talenteds of our own, and with range too." The Sultan chuckled as he nodded to the archer who turned to the bar as he grabbed three arrows from his quiver and fired them at three deer heads mounted on the wall dead centre, then turning to a guard holding up a bottle of champagne and shooting off the cork, then quickly firing off another arrow while the cork was still in midair and mounting it above the doors. The Sultan quickly gfrabbed the bottle of champagne and slid to to Zero-Two.

"For you, Al-Athnan."

Zero-Two took the bottle and took a little drink out of it. "Thanks." said he as he eyed the results of the archer's expression of his skills with curiosity. "That guys real good with the bow, huh?" It seemed Zero-Two was not particularly interested in showing off his abilities, or at least would not without being specifically asked to.

[Imperial Ottoman Caliphate]

"Hmm... interesting contraption." The Sultan said. "If only people like you would serve our nation. Fortunately, we have a few talenteds of our own, and with range too." The Sultan chuckled as he nodded to the archer who turned to the bar as he grabbed three arrows from his quiver and fired them at three deer heads mounted on the wall dead centre, then turning to a guard holding up a bottle of champagne and shooting off the cork, then quickly firing off another arrow while the cork was still in midair and mounting it above the doors. The Sultan quickly gfrabbed the bottle of champagne and slid to to Zero-Two.

"For you, Al-Athnan."

Zero-Two took the bottle and took a little drink out of it. "Thanks." said he as he eyed the results of the archer's expression of his skills with curiosity. "That guys real good with the bow, huh?" It seemed Zero-Two was not particularly interested in showing off his abilities, or at least would not without being specifically asked to.

"Indeed. The trick is that it's not really a genuine thing, though... he is a Yahudistani robot made by Israeli immigrants." Mehmet laughed. "His ocular percision and weaponry manueverability is unquestionably grand thanks to his past-its'-time AI."

[Lethen Empire]

"Indeed. The trick is that it's not really a genuine thing, though... he is a Yahudistani robot made by Israeli immigrants." Mehmet laughed. "His ocular percision and weaponry manueverability is unquestionably grand thanks to his past-its'-time AI."

Zero-Two seemed to tense up, and his response was delayed. "Isn't that interesting...my, how technology grows." Zero-Two said, staring at the archer. "Hey there, robot."