Ram's Head Saloon [Mod-Sanctioned C/CLT, v4]

[Kitsune France]

Vixen glanced at the current events and wasn't sure if he should be surprised just keep going on his way, sure the bartender had seen shootouts but not as odd."

The old wold knight sniffed the air and growled "What on earth is that... insanity?" His eyes narrowed from behind his visor.

Santiago whips his head around at both of them with a sickening crunching noise, silently gawking at Vixen with an ominous lifeless stare before sinking into the ground, leaving the pistol floating in midair... before it hit the ground ten seconds later and shot someone else through the eye.

A green pony is seen sweeping the bodies outside the door with a push broom, putting them all into one big pile to be shoved into a dust pan bigger than a pickup truck.

"That shall do it..."

[Nantoraka]

Vixen glanced at the current events and wasn't sure if he should be surprised just keep going on his way, sure the bartender had seen shootouts but not as odd."

The old wold knight sniffed the air and growled "What on earth is that... insanity?" His eyes narrowed from behind his visor.

Santiago whips his head around at both of them with a sickening crunching noise, silently gawking at Vixen with an ominous lifeless stare before sinking into the ground, leaving the pistol floating in midair... before it hit the ground ten seconds later and shot someone else through the eye.

A green pony is seen sweeping the bodies outside the door with a push broom, putting them all into one big pile to be shoved into a dust pan bigger than a pickup truck.

"That shall do it..."

"Do you even have hands to do that with?"

[Kitsune France]

"Do you even have hands to do that with?"

She keeps her head low and sweeps faster while sweating profusely, pretending not to hear the person. She still grips the thing with hooves because cartoon logic or some shit.

Meanwhile, two giant sentient hard drives bash themselves against each other until one splits open and the disk inside flies somewhere to behead some passerby. Then the writer stops typing because they forget this is a saloon and not Superjail.

[Low bloods]

Vixen glanced at the current events and wasn't sure if he should be surprised just keep going on his way, sure the bartender had seen shootouts but not as odd."

The old wold knight sniffed the air and growled "What on earth is that... insanity?" His eyes narrowed from behind his visor.

Santiago whips his head around at both of them with a sickening crunching noise, silently gawking at Vixen with an ominous lifeless stare before sinking into the ground, leaving the pistol floating in midair... before it hit the ground ten seconds later and shot someone else through the eye.

A green pony is seen sweeping the bodies outside the door with a push broom, putting them all into one big pile to be shoved into a dust pan bigger than a pickup truck.

"That shall do it..."

a few shadow creatures crawled out from under the tables and mopped up the aftermath inside the bar "Well, it's been awhile since I've laid eyes on a Pony. Before my time here atleast."
Vixen crookedly grins before adjusting his face. "How odd."

Santiago whips his head around at both of them with a sickening crunching noise, silently gawking at Vixen with an ominous lifeless stare before sinking into the ground, leaving the pistol floating in midair... before it hit the ground ten seconds later and shot someone else through the eye.

A green pony is seen sweeping the bodies outside the door with a push broom, putting them all into one big pile to be shoved into a dust pan bigger than a pickup truck.

"That shall do it..."

"Do you even have hands to do that with?"

"Odds are magic or just some awkwardmanner with their mouth and hooves, just the sight of one makes me curious as they have disappeared for a long while, not to mention one of the bar goers here has a nasty habit of doing the creatures the wrong way. And by that I mean those Afrikaners." The knight shook his head

[Kitsune France]

a few shadow creatures crawled out from under the tables and mopped up the aftermath inside the bar "Well, it's been awhile since I've laid eyes on a Pony. Before my time here atleast."
Vixen crookedly grins before adjusting his face. "How odd."

"Uh, yeah, just got a new job here and all... cleaning the place up and whatnot." She shakily replies before wiping her forehead with a handkerchief, clearly nervous about socializing, probably for all the right reasons.

[Low bloods]

a few shadow creatures crawled out from under the tables and mopped up the aftermath inside the bar "Well, it's been awhile since I've laid eyes on a Pony. Before my time here atleast."
Vixen crookedly grins before adjusting his face. "How odd."

"Uh, yeah, just got a new job here and all... cleaning the place up and whatnot." She shakily replies before wiping her forehead with a handkerchief, clearly nervous about socializing, probably for all the right reasons.

"Good luck." Vixen snickers "Just do me a favor." He leans over the bar counter.
"Be safe, after all the place isn't the only mess that needs to be cleaned up.
And I'd hate to see you apart of it." His words seemed like they'd be an insult but his tone was mellow as if he were speaking of concern.

[Kitsune France]

"Good luck." Vixen snickers "Just do me a favor." He leans over the bar counter.
"Be safe, after all the place isn't the only mess that needs to be cleaned up.
And I'd hate to see you apart of it." His words seemed like they'd be an insult but his tone was mellow as if he were speaking of concern.

"Oh I try really hard to stay safe here, given how some people... hell, a majority, hate my own kind." She stated the last bit with a hint of sadness, trying to distract herself from the thought by rigorously scrubbing the blood from the floors.

[Low bloods]

"Good luck." Vixen snickers "Just do me a favor." He leans over the bar counter.
"Be safe, after all the place isn't the only mess that needs to be cleaned up.
And I'd hate to see you apart of it." His words seemed like they'd be an insult but his tone was mellow as if he were speaking of concern.

"Oh I try really hard to stay safe here, given how some people... hell, a majority, hate my own kind." She stated the last bit with a hint of sadness, trying to distract herself from the thought by rigorously scrubbing the blood from the floors.

"Well if you ever need a drink, my name is Vixen and I'm sure the old man is somewhere around if I'm not. I'm sure drinking on the job is fine seeing how many things my shadows have coughed up."

[Kitsune France]

"Well if you ever need a drink, my name is Vixen and I'm sure the old man is somewhere around if I'm not. I'm sure drinking on the job is fine seeing how many things my shadows have coughed up."

"I carry a flask around..." She grunted, showing a flask that she apparently wore as a necklace over her raggedy maid outfit. "Er, I am Cloverleaf... and I have to say, you look very familiar..."

[Low bloods]

"Well if you ever need a drink, my name is Vixen and I'm sure the old man is somewhere around if I'm not. I'm sure drinking on the job is fine seeing how many things my shadows have coughed up."

"I carry a flask around..." She grunted, showing a flask that she apparently wore as a necklace over her raggedy maid outfit. "Er, I am Cloverleaf... and I have to say, you look very familiar..."

"If you ever need a filler we have a multiverseal disposal full of various choices." Vixen nods "As to you, I do recall that outfit and one that fit your description but it was when I was a fair bit younger." He tilted his head and chuckles "It was always so fun to poke my nose into the business of others."

[Kitsune France]

"If you ever need a filler we have a multiverseal disposal full of various choices." Vixen nods "As to you, I do recall that outfit and one that fit your description but it was when I was a fair bit younger." He tilted his head and chuckles "It was always so fun to poke my nose into the business of others."

"I understand." It took her a moment to say more, shyly kicking at the ground with a hoof as she stopped scrubbing. "I remember you, you were Vixen... you are the only person here I recognize from, "that place"." If Vixen remembers old Clover from years ago at the Steel Building, it would be pretty obvious how much younger she looked then, more colorful and more full of energy compared to now.

[Low bloods]

"If you ever need a filler we have a multiverseal disposal full of various choices." Vixen nods "As to you, I do recall that outfit and one that fit your description but it was when I was a fair bit younger." He tilted his head and chuckles "It was always so fun to poke my nose into the business of others."

"I understand." It took her a moment to say more, shyly kicking at the ground with a hoof as she stopped scrubbing. "I remember you, you were Vixen... you are the only person here I recognize from, "that place"." If Vixen remembers old Clover from years ago at the Steel Building, it would be pretty obvious how much younger she looked then, more colorful and more full of energy compared to now.

"Yes I gave your little friend some advice, or even some lifting conversation. I do recall that place." Oddly enough Vixen seems a bit older but doesn't seem to have taken any downhill spirals atleast none still visible

[Third Kingdom]

'We are nothing but killers,most of us reasoned killers as in we don't just kill unless to protect ourselves or others. It's part of us and always will be.'

[Foxfound]

'We are nothing but killers,most of us reasoned killers as in we don't just kill unless to protect ourselves or others. It's part of us and always will be.'

Kiri looked at her strangely.

"I don't kill anyone. That would be awful."

[Third Kingdom]

'We are nothing but killers,most of us reasoned killers as in we don't just kill unless to protect ourselves or others. It's part of us and always will be.'

Kiri looked at her strangely.

"I don't kill anyone. That would be awful."

'Yes it would be awful. You didn't say you wouldn't or couldn't just that you don't.'

[Foxfound]

Kiri looked at her strangely.

"I don't kill anyone. That would be awful."

'Yes it would be awful. You didn't say you wouldn't or couldn't just that you don't.'

"Well... I wouldn't! And I probably couldn't."

[Third Kingdom]

'Yes it would be awful. You didn't say you wouldn't or couldn't just that you don't.'

"Well... I wouldn't! And I probably couldn't."

Shrugs.

'You may be right, but for others I've seen here they probably could and possibly would. I know I could but not would mostly cause mess and restriction.'

[Aaaaaa]

Two young adults entered the saloon, one being a light-brown haired girl wearing a particularly nostalgic denim jacket, and the other a girl already somewhat familiar with the saloon, Noeanyyn. Noeanyyn confidently swaggered her way over to the bar with friend-in-tow, chatting to her compatriot in some obscure language, though her friend not carry the same bubbly tone as her seemingly more alcohol-tolerant friend did.

"Noeanyyn... Jus I'nihl nondubelligetis'W'ad'exista here-"

"Shut up, we speak Conclus English here, Meausa!"

[Nantoraka]

Two young adults entered the saloon, one being a light-brown haired girl wearing a particularly nostalgic denim jacket, and the other a girl already somewhat familiar with the saloon, Noeanyyn. Noeanyyn confidently swaggered her way over to the bar with friend-in-tow, chatting to her compatriot in some obscure language, though her friend not carry the same bubbly tone as her seemingly more alcohol-tolerant friend did.

"Noeanyyn... Jus I'nihl nondubelligetis'W'ad'exista here-"

"Shut up, we speak Conclus English here, Meausa!"

"Uh-oh. Cthulhu cultists."

[Aaaaaa]

Two young adults entered the saloon, one being a light-brown haired girl wearing a particularly nostalgic denim jacket, and the other a girl already somewhat familiar with the saloon, Noeanyyn. Noeanyyn confidently swaggered her way over to the bar with friend-in-tow, chatting to her compatriot in some obscure language, though her friend not carry the same bubbly tone as her seemingly more alcohol-tolerant friend did.

"Noeanyyn... Jus I'nihl nondubelligetis'W'ad'exista here-"

"Shut up, we speak Conclus English here, Meausa!"

"Uh-oh. Cthulhu cultists."

"Eh? Cult? You calling me cult? Hey satanas, you are-"

Meausa slapped her hand over Noeanyyn's mouth.

"Uh... sorry, um.... We're not cultists. What made you think that?"

Noeanyyn ordered a drink with Meausa's hand still over her mouth.

[Nantoraka]

"Uh-oh. Cthulhu cultists."

"Eh? Cult? You calling me cult? Hey satanas, you are-"

Meausa slapped her hand over Noeanyyn's mouth.

"Uh... sorry, um.... We're not cultists. What made you think that?"

Noeanyyn ordered a drink with Meausa's hand still over her mouth.

Phur'an just blinked.
"...Anyways. What made me think that? How you would've opened a portal to Hell with one more word of that language."

[Foxfound]

"Well... I wouldn't! And I probably couldn't."

Shrugs.

'You may be right, but for others I've seen here they probably could and possibly would. I know I could but not would mostly cause mess and restriction.'

"That... that's scary. Killing people isn't right. I don't like it when people get hurt..."

Two young adults entered the saloon, one being a light-brown haired girl wearing a particularly nostalgic denim jacket, and the other a girl already somewhat familiar with the saloon, Noeanyyn. Noeanyyn confidently swaggered her way over to the bar with friend-in-tow, chatting to her compatriot in some obscure language, though her friend not carry the same bubbly tone as her seemingly more alcohol-tolerant friend did.

"Noeanyyn... Jus I'nihl nondubelligetis'W'ad'exista here-"

"Shut up, we speak Conclus English here, Meausa!"

Kiri smiled and opened her mouth to say hello upon seeing her friend Noeanyyn, but upon seeing she had company panicked and went invisible; it seemed likely that this was the friend that thought she was a demon.

[Aaaaaa]

"Eh? Cult? You calling me cult? Hey satanas, you are-"

Meausa slapped her hand over Noeanyyn's mouth.

"Uh... sorry, um.... We're not cultists. What made you think that?"

Noeanyyn ordered a drink with Meausa's hand still over her mouth.

Phur'an just blinked.
"...Anyways. What made me think that? How you would've opened a portal to Hell with one more word of that language."

"Of... Aaaaaan English? That was just our language. Are you saying it's... is similar to a cult? Oh dear... maybe I need a drink now."

"Yeah yeah, you should Meausa! I will order-"

"No! No, it's okay Noeanyyn."

She turned back to the other bar patron. "Sorry... uh, just ignore her. I think she's already been drinking."

Two young adults entered the saloon, one being a light-brown haired girl wearing a particularly nostalgic denim jacket, and the other a girl already somewhat familiar with the saloon, Noeanyyn. Noeanyyn confidently swaggered her way over to the bar with friend-in-tow, chatting to her compatriot in some obscure language, though her friend not carry the same bubbly tone as her seemingly more alcohol-tolerant friend did.

"Noeanyyn... Jus I'nihl nondubelligetis'W'ad'exista here-"

"Shut up, we speak Conclus English here, Meausa!"

Kiri smiled and opened her mouth to say hello upon seeing her friend Noeanyyn, but upon seeing her friend she panicked and went invisible; it seemed likely that this was the friend that thought she was a demon.

From the corner of her eye, Noeanyyn noticed a vaguely person-shaped blueish hue dissipate from existence, and she had a fairly good idea of what that was.

"Uh oh..." Meausa turned back towards her. "Something wrong?"

"N-no, no no. Uh... M-Meausa, you should really drink! I insist!" before she could object, Noeanyyn ordered a second, particularly strong vodka. "I... well... f-fine, as long as it isn't too... potent." Noeanyyn patted her friend on the back and spoke in their native (and cultish?) language: *You're Aaaaaan, you'll be fine!*

[Veise]

Coming straight from the non-canon Veiser Civil War was Astre Squad, composed of its namesake and three subordinates. Astre entered adorned in a sky-blue cloak. With him was Rachel, a petit young woman with sky-blue hair in a bob wearing a white cloak, then there was Gunther, a lad with goatee and French mustache, wearing a black pith helmet and black cloak and, finally, there was Pascal, a average-looking Air Corpsman in a steel grey-blue cloak and black cap. Much of their armaments and equipment were concealed under their cloak, though Rachel had a Zweihander larger than herself visible.

"So this is the place, huh?" Astre said stoically.

Rachel smiled. "It feels homey!" She reached a hand out of her cloak to draw some of her thick hair behind her ear.

"Of course it does..."

[Third Kingdom]

Shrugs.

'You may be right, but for others I've seen here they probably could and possibly would. I know I could but not would mostly cause mess and restriction.'

"That... that's scary. Killing people isn't right. I don't like it when people get hurt..."

'Killing people is neither right or wrong, it just is. I don't care much when people get hurt.'