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

[Afrikaaners Ryk]

"Huh, not a bad taste in music."

"Well it differs depending on your mood, sometimes you're as insane as us Lowbloodians, and others you are as relaxed... as us Lowbloodians."
Oni still wasn't all too comfortable about the situation, a bounty, he was an former assassin, he laughed at the thought of having a hit on him. It made him feel uneasy.
]

”That’s your observation, interesting. You have admitted to the crime of attempting to poison the Ashkeran Emperor, in consequence, in accordance to the Imperial Constitution of Ashkera, you’re sentence is death. Resistance is futile.” VictorNet, start to pacing, as the temperature in the room, started to climb to 450 degree fahrenheit by two minutes at a time, the room was formerly 76, now with skip to 90 degrees, continued in counting by twos, each time. His optics (eyes) turned to crimson red, followed with steam radiating off his body, he crossed his arms in front of his face with a magic-defense bubble encompassing him, his entire physical structure ignited into a condense atomic energy, glowing brighter than the sun in the sky. With one word, ”Hell’s Judgement.” unleashing 59 thousand joules of condensed energy, in sporadic directions, scorching the surface of the planet from north, south, east, and west, inflicting apocalyptic destruction, incinerating everything in the direction of the atomic beam, the beam unleashed by the justification-obsessed sociopathic magical android, would’ve destroy the planet, however, such as as veteran mage; used spells for nullification spells to weaken the destructive capabilities of the attack, preventing the mage from going overkill, if city-destroying magic wasn’t already with the energy cut to only a third fraction of its actual power, aforementioned.


(Haven’t combat RP in awhile, so I’m a novice, when it comes to regulating the power of a character.)

"Ah, look at old Dante here, strutting his skill. Put out your portable fans, boys, this is going to be a long one." Pieter said as he magically brought out a bucket of popcorn, a bag of fries and a soda each for his comrades as they sat back and watched.

[Valentine Z]

"16 gigabytes... certainly odd. Either this footage has extremely demanding specs or it must be extremely long timewise..." Voormeulen stated. "Are you sure this will be compatible with our current imageviewing technologies?"

"With the technology gained from the Third Great War, we'd probably be able to make video games with graphics that make James Cameron's Avatar look like the first Metal Gear... let's just bring it back to the lab after and overview it. Could give us a mark on who we should look out for, maybe take out the targets prior." Pieter said as Voormeulen put the USB in his pocket, in return Pieter taking out RR10,000 in hundred-notes and handing it to Clarissa. "This is just a little reward for helping us in our efforts."

Indeed! It is simply a video with good bitrate, so it will be fine! Hmm, thank you, my friend! I can buy more flowers and kittens with this, hm hm hm!
- Exuberant Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya “La Amoureux Chéri” Millie Taissa Butterfly Coraline Jolijn Trini Clementine Hollie Harumi

Ahh, dear! Please never, ever change! You're always the beacon of sunshine that we need, always programmed with happiness in mind.
- Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing

[Afrikaaners Ryk]

"16 gigabytes... certainly odd. Either this footage has extremely demanding specs or it must be extremely long timewise..." Voormeulen stated. "Are you sure this will be compatible with our current imageviewing technologies?"

"With the technology gained from the Third Great War, we'd probably be able to make video games with graphics that make James Cameron's Avatar look like the first Metal Gear... let's just bring it back to the lab after and overview it. Could give us a mark on who we should look out for, maybe take out the targets prior." Pieter said as Voormeulen put the USB in his pocket, in return Pieter taking out RR10,000 in hundred-notes and handing it to Clarissa. "This is just a little reward for helping us in our efforts."

Indeed! It is simply a video with good bitrate, so it will be fine! Hmm, thank you, my friend! I can buy more flowers and kittens with this, hm hm hm!
- Exuberant Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya “La Amoureux Chéri” Millie Taissa Butterfly Coraline Jolijn Trini Clementine Hollie Harumi

Ahh, dear! Please never, ever change! You're always the beacon of sunshine that we need, always programmed with happiness in mind.
- Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing

"Infact, with all the things I've seen and done, I think we all need it, I'd say." Hermen said as he took out a pack of cigarettes and handed one to Pieter.

"Want some, you two?" He said, offering a couple to Barnard and Voormeulen.

"Nee, dankie, I'm not a smoker. You know the old saying; a doctor who can't look after himself has no right to look after himself." Voormeulen said in rejection. "But who am I to talk? I'm no proper doctor of healing, just a scientist with peculiar tastes."

"As for me, I brought my own." Barnard said as he pulled out a cigar with golden, sparkling tobacco and black paper wrapped around it and lit it with a match before smoking it. "Good ol' Honduran purity."

"Anyways... we'd love more people like you around here these days. All we've practically seen is suffering, but some of the fellas get a kick out of it, a fetish almost. I won't delve into that path though, for it has brung us much discord in the past." Pieter said.

[San Lumen]

Leo went to the bar to get a drink. He was bit annoyed that none of his friends at the bar acknowledged him. "Mouffan could I get a Mojito?" Moments later a Mojito is slid down the bar to Leo.

"seems like people here have forgotten me." Leo told Mouffan.

[Afrikaaners Ryk]

Leo went to the bar to get a drink. He was bit annoyed that none of his friends at the bar acknowledged him. "Mouffan could I get a Mojito?" Moments later a Mojito is slid down the bar to Leo.

"seems like people here have forgotten me." Leo told Mouffan.

"That's because you have done nothing of note. If you make an event for yourself, be it a grand renovation or a plain old fuss, and make it big enough, eventually your name will be spoken for generations to come." Pieter said. "That's why I made sure the Ryk was efficient and brutal; you die more than once. One instance your death is your physical one, and the other is when your name stops being uttered and is lost to the sands of time. I want to make a mark on the world for the Afrikaaner nation, one that billions of others never will."

[San Lumen]

Leo went to the bar to get a drink. He was bit annoyed that none of his friends at the bar acknowledged him. "Mouffan could I get a Mojito?" Moments later a Mojito is slid down the bar to Leo.

"seems like people here have forgotten me." Leo told Mouffan.

"That's because you have done nothing of note. If you make an event for yourself, be it a grand renovation or a plain old fuss, and make it big enough, eventually your name will be spoken for generations to come." Pieter said. "That's why I made sure the Ryk was efficient and brutal; you die more than once. One instance your death is your physical one, and the other is when your name stops being uttered and is lost to the sands of time. I want to make a mark on the world for the Afrikaaner nation, one that billions of others never will."

"well that would be one way to do it. I was given superhuman abilities via a military experiment, including superhuman strength, durability, reflexes, endurance, healing and senses. Id probably be nearly impossible to beat in a fight unless it was against Thanos." Leo responded

[Fatatatutti]

"That's because you have done nothing of note. If you make an event for yourself, be it a grand renovation or a plain old fuss, and make it big enough, eventually your name will be spoken for generations to come." Pieter said. "That's why I made sure the Ryk was efficient and brutal; you die more than once. One instance your death is your physical one, and the other is when your name stops being uttered and is lost to the sands of time. I want to make a mark on the world for the Afrikaaner nation, one that billions of others never will."

"It's better to be good and be forgotten than to be remembered for being bad," General Castro-Stalina mused. "Mickey Chang said that." She took another drink, though it was becoming redundant. "He may have been quoting Shakespeare."

[San Lumen]

"That's because you have done nothing of note. If you make an event for yourself, be it a grand renovation or a plain old fuss, and make it big enough, eventually your name will be spoken for generations to come." Pieter said. "That's why I made sure the Ryk was efficient and brutal; you die more than once. One instance your death is your physical one, and the other is when your name stops being uttered and is lost to the sands of time. I want to make a mark on the world for the Afrikaaner nation, one that billions of others never will."

"It's better to be good and be forgotten than to be remembered for being bad," General Castro-Stalina mused. "Mickey Chang said that." She took another drink, though it was becoming redundant. "He may have been quoting Shakespeare."

"This is true. I wouldn't want to be remembered as infamous." Leo told the General.

[Afrikaaners Ryk]

"That's because you have done nothing of note. If you make an event for yourself, be it a grand renovation or a plain old fuss, and make it big enough, eventually your name will be spoken for generations to come." Pieter said. "That's why I made sure the Ryk was efficient and brutal; you die more than once. One instance your death is your physical one, and the other is when your name stops being uttered and is lost to the sands of time. I want to make a mark on the world for the Afrikaaner nation, one that billions of others never will."

"well that would be one way to do it. I was given superhuman abilities via a military experiment, including superhuman strength, durability, reflexes, endurance, healing and senses. Id probably be nearly impossible to beat in a fight unless it was against Thanos." Leo responded

"Well, judging by the powers listed, it wouldn't be nigh impossible. I'm sure anyone with powerful enough magic could take you down. I'd think even Team Fortress could no-sell you. But I'm not underestimating you; you clearly seem to know what you're capable of. Infact, you could easily make a name for yourself, to echo round the world for generations to come, be it a hero or a conqueror." Pieter said. "I don't have any powers or anything close to the sort, but look where I am now."

"That's because you have done nothing of note. If you make an event for yourself, be it a grand renovation or a plain old fuss, and make it big enough, eventually your name will be spoken for generations to come." Pieter said. "That's why I made sure the Ryk was efficient and brutal; you die more than once. One instance your death is your physical one, and the other is when your name stops being uttered and is lost to the sands of time. I want to make a mark on the world for the Afrikaaner nation, one that billions of others never will."

"It's better to be good and be forgotten than to be remembered for being bad," General Castro-Stalina mused. "Mickey Chang said that." She took another drink, though it was becoming redundant. "He may have been quoting Shakespeare."

"Is it bad, though? Hitler is considered by many to be 'bad', but he's a hero in the hearts of many, including myself. Or what about your own, like Stalin or Mao? They've killed millions, and were ruthless in their rule, but here you are carrying their ideas." Pieter said. "Good and bad are very subjective words, my friend. In my eyes, everything I've done is in the right, and whether the world likes it or not, I believe I have spared them from degeneracy."

[San Lumen]

"well that would be one way to do it. I was given superhuman abilities via a military experiment, including superhuman strength, durability, reflexes, endurance, healing and senses. Id probably be nearly impossible to beat in a fight unless it was against Thanos." Leo responded

"Well, judging by the powers listed, it wouldn't be nigh impossible. I'm sure anyone with powerful enough magic could take you down. I'd think even Team Fortress could no-sell you. But I'm not underestimating you; you clearly seem to know what you're capable of. Infact, you could easily make a name for yourself, to echo round the world for generations to come, be it a hero or a conqueror." Pieter said. "I don't have any powers or anything close to the sort, but look where I am now."

"It's better to be good and be forgotten than to be remembered for being bad," General Castro-Stalina mused. "Mickey Chang said that." She took another drink, though it was becoming redundant. "He may have been quoting Shakespeare."

"Is it bad, though? Hitler is considered by many to be 'bad', but he's a hero in the hearts of many, including myself. Or what about your own, like Stalin or Mao? They've killed millions, and were ruthless in their rule, but here you are carrying their ideas." Pieter said. "Good and bad are very subjective words, my friend. In my eyes, everything I've done is in the right, and whether the world likes it or not, I believe I have spared them from degeneracy."

"Magic could probably do the trick. Im also a black belt in marital arts and a Galactic Police officer. What is Team Fortress? Im not familiar with it." Leo asked as he had some more of his Mojito.

[Afrikaaners Ryk]

"Well, judging by the powers listed, it wouldn't be nigh impossible. I'm sure anyone with powerful enough magic could take you down. I'd think even Team Fortress could no-sell you. But I'm not underestimating you; you clearly seem to know what you're capable of. Infact, you could easily make a name for yourself, to echo round the world for generations to come, be it a hero or a conqueror." Pieter said. "I don't have any powers or anything close to the sort, but look where I am now."



"Is it bad, though? Hitler is considered by many to be 'bad', but he's a hero in the hearts of many, including myself. Or what about your own, like Stalin or Mao? They've killed millions, and were ruthless in their rule, but here you are carrying their ideas." Pieter said. "Good and bad are very subjective words, my friend. In my eyes, everything I've done is in the right, and whether the world likes it or not, I believe I have spared them from degeneracy."

"Magic could probably do the trick. Im also a black belt in marital arts and a Galactic Police officer. What is Team Fortress? Im not familiar with it." Leo asked as he had some more of his Mojito.

"Oh, they were just a bunch of blokes who worked for the Dixies. Nine mercenaries; super soldiers, more like it. Each designated with their own skills and so-on. Bloody surprised we beat the Greater South with them on their side." Pieter stated. "Also, what kind of martial arts? Kung fu? Taekwondo? Krav maga? Pankration? Or is it just mixed?"

[The South Falls]

May turned her head, and found Pieter standing there, talking. She glared at him out of the corner of her eyes. "I thought I killed that son of a bitch!" Her eyes glazed, fangs protruding, and she clenched her fists. Violet was directly in front of her, sitting on a barstool, watching the new conversations. Violet noticed her very... aggressive look. Violet primed herself. It would take a lot to stop May, but that was what she did. Violet flew off her seat, arms out, and pulled May to the ground. She whispered in her ear, glaring. "We're not having a repeat, got it?"


She then jumped up, dusted off her T-shirt, and smiled.

May got off the floor herself and sat down near Pieter. At her first moment of convenience, she tapped him. "How are you back?"

[Valentine Z]

The trio was startled by the small skirmish between May and Violet. Gwen, on the other hand, got up suddenly and hit her head against one of the beams.

* BASH ! *

Owwww!
- Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn “Fate” Ellen Trixie Caitlin Foxworthy Avril Evelin Celinda Sammy W. Oxton Arielle Lindall Leslie Allison

Anddd she's out cold. She thought she was still a small, 10-feet-tall girl, not a giant.

Ahh, shit. Don't worry, she will be alive! My dearest says so!
- Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing

Indeed, indeed! I see healthy vital signs other than a concussion!
- Exuberant Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya “La Amoureux Chéri” Millie Taissa Butterfly Coraline Jolijn Trini Clementine Hollie Harumi

[Afrikaaners Ryk]

May turned her head, and found Pieter standing there, talking. She glared at him out of the corner of her eyes. "I thought I killed that son of a bitch!" Her eyes glazed, fangs protruding, and she clenched her fists. Violet was directly in front of her, sitting on a barstool, watching the new conversations. Violet noticed her very... aggressive look. Violet primed herself. It would take a lot to stop May, but that was what she did. Violet flew off her seat, arms out, and pulled May to the ground. She whispered in her ear, glaring. "We're not having a repeat, got it?"


She then jumped up, dusted off her T-shirt, and smiled.

May got off the floor herself and sat down near Pieter. At her first moment of convenience, she tapped him. "How are you back?"

"How am I back!? How did I die to begin with is what I want to know." Pieter said. "Maybe you can inform me? I've semi-forgotten who you actually are, to be honest, but you look like an oddly suspicious fellow, I'll put it there."

"There's probably been a confuddling with the alternate universes, I suppose. Pieter must have died in some other form prior to his current state here. That's the most logical explaination I can give, full stop." Voormeulen said.

[Fatatatutti]

"It's better to be good and be forgotten than to be remembered for being bad," General Castro-Stalina mused. "Mickey Chang said that." She took another drink, though it was becoming redundant. "He may have been quoting Shakespeare."

"Is it bad, though? Hitler is considered by many to be 'bad', but he's a hero in the hearts of many, including myself. Or what about your own, like Stalin or Mao? They've killed millions, and were ruthless in their rule, but here you are carrying their ideas." Pieter said. "Good and bad are very subjective words, my friend. In my eyes, everything I've done is in the right, and whether the world likes it or not, I believe I have spared them from degeneracy."

"I'm a Stalina, not a Djugashvili," the General said. "He made up his name. I inherited mine. It used to be spelled with an 'e' at the end but English people tended to pronounce it 'sta-LINE' so we changed it to a more phonetic spelling." She contemplated her canteen. "As for good and bad... if you can't tell the difference, or if you try to minimize the difference, what you're doing is probably bad." She raised the canteen. "Here's to degeneracy."

[New Castillan Empire]

May turned her head, and found Pieter standing there, talking. She glared at him out of the corner of her eyes. "I thought I killed that son of a bitch!" Her eyes glazed, fangs protruding, and she clenched her fists. Violet was directly in front of her, sitting on a barstool, watching the new conversations. Violet noticed her very... aggressive look. Violet primed herself. It would take a lot to stop May, but that was what she did. Violet flew off her seat, arms out, and pulled May to the ground. She whispered in her ear, glaring. "We're not having a repeat, got it?"


She then jumped up, dusted off her T-shirt, and smiled.

May got off the floor herself and sat down near Pieter. At her first moment of convenience, she tapped him. "How are you back?"

"Please, don't pull this shit again. Isn't it against your philosiphy now to kill people? You rid him once, it should be enough to satisfy you." Celaeno said.

"And speaking of killing, it's fucking 37 degrees outside, I'm being cooked like an egg..." Alejandro, one of the new guards, said as a familiar-sounding tune slowly got louder as it parked right across the way from the saloon.

"Hey, amigos! Come here and get some ice-cream!" Eliah, the blood elf, now dressed in a pink shirt, a white cap and a white apron came out from the ice-cream truck. "We got at least 250 different flavours here, plus toppings, icecream sandwiches and gelato! Come on down, hermanos!"

[Low bloods]

"Huh, not a bad taste in music."

"Well it differs depending on your mood, sometimes you're as insane as us Lowbloodians, and others you are as relaxed... as us Lowbloodians."
Oni still wasn't all too comfortable about the situation, a bounty, he was an former assassin, he laughed at the thought of having a hit on him. It made him feel uneasy.
]

”That’s your observation, interesting. You have admitted to the crime of attempting to poison the Ashkeran Emperor, in consequence, in accordance to the Imperial Constitution of Ashkera, you’re sentence is death. Resistance is futile.” VictorNet, start to pacing, as the temperature in the room, started to climb to 450 degree fahrenheit by two minutes at a time, the room was formerly 76, now with skip to 90 degrees, continued in counting by twos, each time. His optics (eyes) turned to crimson red, followed with steam radiating off his body, he crossed his arms in front of his face with a magic-defense bubble encompassing him, his entire physical structure ignited into a condense atomic energy, glowing brighter than the sun in the sky. With one word, ”Hell’s Judgement.” unleashing 59 thousand joules of condensed energy, in sporadic directions, scorching the surface of the planet from north, south, east, and west, inflicting apocalyptic destruction, incinerating everything in the direction of the atomic beam, the beam unleashed by the justification-obsessed sociopathic magical android, would’ve destroy the planet, however, such as as veteran mage; used spells for nullification spells to weaken the destructive capabilities of the attack, preventing the mage from going overkill, if city-destroying magic wasn’t already with the energy cut to only a third fraction of its actual power, aforementioned.


(Haven’t combat RP in awhile, so I’m a novice, when it comes to regulating the power of a character. Also, VictorNet’s next attacks aren’t going to powerful as this one, due the strain it inflicts on him.)

"Where have you found this information?"
Oni was still hidden as this action was far expected. Though when he would the voices would hone in on VictorNet.
"Do you really intend on fighting me, because if you do I'll make sure it's a fight that you will receive."

It wasn't magic, that was keeping him hidden, it's something all rulers of low blood have, they let off a scent that when inhaled or is close enough enter the pores of the skin will effect someone.
Also if any robot, or machine lays eyes on one it has a similar effect through code. This'll fry any security cameras but just give the same effect it does to a human through AI, synths, ect.

[Valentine Z]

"Where have you found this information?"
Oni was still hidden as this action was far expected. Though when he would the voices would hone in on VictorNet.
"Do you really intend on fighting me, because if you do I'll make sure it's a fight that you will receive."

It wasn't magic, that was keeping him hidden, it's something all rulers of low blood have, they let off a scent that when inhaled or is close enough enter the pores of the skin will effect someone.
Also if any robot, or machine lays eyes on one it has a similar effect through code. This'll fry any security cameras but just give the same effect it does to a human through AI, synths, ect.

Clarissa was indirectly damaged by the scent. Oops?

// SYSTEM ERROR! SYSTEM ERROR! ABORTING OPERATIONS... 4,523,687,000 OPERATIONS CEASED.
// SHUTTING OFF SYSTEM256!
- Exuberant Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya “La Amoureux Chéri” Millie Taissa Butterfly Coraline Jolijn Trini Clementine Hollie Harumi

All of this while Gwen was still unconscious, and Valentijn was more or less unaffected due to his radiation healing him.

What the... wat heb je mijn vrouw verdomme gedaan (what the fuck did you do to my wife) ?!
- Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing

[Afrikaaners Ryk]

"Where have you found this information?"
Oni was still hidden as this action was far expected. Though when he would the voices would hone in on VictorNet.
"Do you really intend on fighting me, because if you do I'll make sure it's a fight that you will receive."

It wasn't magic, that was keeping him hidden, it's something all rulers of low blood have, they let off a scent that when inhaled or is close enough enter the pores of the skin will effect someone.
Also if any robot, or machine lays eyes on one it has a similar effect through code. This'll fry any security cameras but just give the same effect it does to a human through AI, synths, ect.

Clarissa was indirectly damaged by the scent. Oops?

// SYSTEM ERROR! SYSTEM ERROR! ABORTING OPERATIONS... 4,523,687,000 OPERATIONS CEASED.
// SHUTTING OFF SYSTEM256!
- Exuberant Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya “La Amoureux Chéri” Millie Taissa Butterfly Coraline Jolijn Trini Clementine Hollie Harumi

All of this while Gwen was still unconscious, and Valentijn was more or less unaffected due to his radiation healing him.

What the... wat heb je mijn vrouw verdomme gedaan (what the fuck did you do to my wife) ?!
- Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing

"At least I got the important data off prior." Voormeulen said happily. "Now, let us just enjoy this moment."

"Damn camera... it's not operating. Glitches all over the fucking place." Velding cursed as he hit the side of his camcorder. "What's going on here? Is there an EMP attack going no here?"

[The South Falls]

May turned her head, and found Pieter standing there, talking. She glared at him out of the corner of her eyes. "I thought I killed that son of a bitch!" Her eyes glazed, fangs protruding, and she clenched her fists. Violet was directly in front of her, sitting on a barstool, watching the new conversations. Violet noticed her very... aggressive look. Violet primed herself. It would take a lot to stop May, but that was what she did. Violet flew off her seat, arms out, and pulled May to the ground. She whispered in her ear, glaring. "We're not having a repeat, got it?"


She then jumped up, dusted off her T-shirt, and smiled.

May got off the floor herself and sat down near Pieter. At her first moment of convenience, she tapped him. "How are you back?"

"How am I back!? How did I die to begin with is what I want to know." Pieter said. "Maybe you can inform me? I've semi-forgotten who you actually are, to be honest, but you look like an oddly suspicious fellow, I'll put it there."

"There's probably been a confuddling with the alternate universes, I suppose. Pieter must have died in some other form prior to his current state here. That's the most logical explaination I can give, full stop." Voormeulen said.

May gave a blank expression. "Makes about as much sense as anything else around here." She blinked, scratching her eyes.
"I'm May. You probably know me well in a different universe. You died in the process of a beating and assassination."

[New Castillan Empire]

"How am I back!? How did I die to begin with is what I want to know." Pieter said. "Maybe you can inform me? I've semi-forgotten who you actually are, to be honest, but you look like an oddly suspicious fellow, I'll put it there."

"There's probably been a confuddling with the alternate universes, I suppose. Pieter must have died in some other form prior to his current state here. That's the most logical explaination I can give, full stop." Voormeulen said.

May gave a blank expression. "Makes about as much sense as anything else around here." She blinked, scratching her eyes.
"I'm May. You probably know me well in a different universe."

"Yeah, he definitely should. Hopefully he's the changed man he was after you killed him. Hopefully. You saw those three Overladies, right?" Celaeno said.

"Can we just get some ice-cream now? I'm fucking melting..." Samuel, another conquistador guard, groaned.

"Oh, and I forgot to mention, Jose and Fernando died in battle a few days ago, fending off communist revolutionaries in Nueva Chile. And, for some odd reason, Eliah now has an ice-cream truck. In the middle of nowhere. Convenient, considering how hot it is outside..." Celaeno said. "I could honestly go for a cold treat myself. You?"

[Valentine Z]

Valentijn opened up the interior of Clarissa (in her new body) and started examining the body. It's just a computer, not a human body. It's all computer parts - ordinary transistors, resistors, RAM, ROM, processor... and some quantum computer bits and artificial neurons.

Gwen was still out cold.

... I can fix her. I know I can! Scheisse et Merde, I need smaller tools to run through her circuits!
- Valentijn “De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General” Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing

[The South Falls]

May turned her head, and found Pieter standing there, talking. She glared at him out of the corner of her eyes. "I thought I killed that son of a bitch!" Her eyes glazed, fangs protruding, and she clenched her fists. Violet was directly in front of her, sitting on a barstool, watching the new conversations. Violet noticed her very... aggressive look. Violet primed herself. It would take a lot to stop May, but that was what she did. Violet flew off her seat, arms out, and pulled May to the ground. She whispered in her ear, glaring. "We're not having a repeat, got it?"


She then jumped up, dusted off her T-shirt, and smiled.

May got off the floor herself and sat down near Pieter. At her first moment of convenience, she tapped him. "How are you back?"

"Please, don't pull this shit again. Isn't it against your philosiphy now to kill people? You rid him once, it should be enough to satisfy you." Celaeno said.

"And speaking of killing, it's fucking 37 degrees outside, I'm being cooked like an egg..." Alejandro, one of the new guards, said as a familiar-sounding tune slowly got louder as it parked right across the way from the saloon.

"Hey, amigos! Come here and get some ice-cream!" Eliah, the blood elf, now dressed in a pink shirt, a white cap and a white apron came out from the ice-cream truck. "We got at least 250 different flavours here, plus toppings, icecream sandwiches and gelato! Come on down, hermanos!"

May just ignored it. She really hadn't got that much better since that terrible time months ago. Though, people hadn't died by her hand yet that month. "Damn. She's really got this whole restaurant thing going. I'll buy." May motioned Violet towards her, and they both walked to the truck. Whispering to one another, they plopped down N$1000, and May leaned on the truck. "Whatever amount of chocolate this will buy us."

[Fatatatutti]

At the words 'ice cream truck' there was a loud, "Quack!" in the background. So Alphonse hadn't left after all. Funny how his hillbilly accent disappeared - 'wek' becoming 'quack' - at the pospect of ice cream. No doubt he'd be on his way outside to cadge a free lick. So what had happened to Fish? The General hoped he hadn't had a tragic encounter with the chip fryer, which would necessitate yet another secret replacement.

[New Castillan Empire]

"Please, don't pull this shit again. Isn't it against your philosiphy now to kill people? You rid him once, it should be enough to satisfy you." Celaeno said.

"And speaking of killing, it's fucking 37 degrees outside, I'm being cooked like an egg..." Alejandro, one of the new guards, said as a familiar-sounding tune slowly got louder as it parked right across the way from the saloon.

"Hey, amigos! Come here and get some ice-cream!" Eliah, the blood elf, now dressed in a pink shirt, a white cap and a white apron came out from the ice-cream truck. "We got at least 250 different flavours here, plus toppings, icecream sandwiches and gelato! Come on down, hermanos!"

May just ignored it. She really hadn't got that much better since that terrible time months ago. Though, people hadn't died by her hand yet that month. "Damn. She's really got this whole restaurant thing going. I'll buy." May motioned Violet towards her, and they both walked to the truck. Whispering to one another, they plopped down N$1000, and May leaned on the truck. "Whatever amount of chocolate this will buy us."

"Well, for one, our actual max supply of each flavour is 4 tons, the total you could spend on an entire supply of one flavour is $300. Plus, I gotta serve others, too, so you can't have the whole thing. I'll give you 1 ton, at most, because you're my best customer." Eliah explained. "Also, chocolate flavour is broad in my resteraunt. You want regular milk chocolate flavour, white chocolate, dark, chocolate chip, mint chocolate, ruby, or what?"

"Eliah, please, make this easy. Just let her choose for herself." Celaeno said. "I'll just have a rainbow swirl with a glowberry on top."

"Caramel with peanut for me." Alejandro ordered.

"Give me a double cone of banana flavour." Samuel said.

At the words 'ice cream truck' there was a loud, "Quack!" in the background. So Alphonse hadn't left after all. Funny how his hillbilly accent disappeared - 'wek' becoming 'quack' - at the pospect of ice cream. No doubt he'd be on his way outside to cadge a free lick. So what had happened to Fish? The General hoped he hadn't had a tragic encounter with the chip fryer, which would necessitate yet another secret replacement.

"Ah, another customer? Need something, comrade?" Eliah chuckled.