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

[Mindhart]

Vonstein'd.

As the Crown Prince departed, no doubt scheming up something petty to get back at those who had offended him, it was clear that he was not the type of demonoid to let such slights go unpunished. However, the arrival of another demonoid, the Chairman of WonderTech Industries, Nexus Ravenworth, brought a new energy to the saloon. He stepped in with a fat golden cigar in hand, one cybernetic hand in his pocket. As he released smoke from his lips, a grin with his sharp frontal teeth revealed his monstrous nature, with two hundred layers of teeth circling the inside of his mouth like a chainsaw. He closed his smile, still grinning, as he walked over to the bar and ordered a classic brandy.

As Nexus waited for his brandy, his eyes wandered over to Artist, who had just put the Crown Prince in his place. "Girl, you made my day," he remarked, his voice filled with a light, carefree tone. "Viky has always been a royal brat. I mean, I can't say I'm surprised, given his parentage, but still. The bloody trouble kind, you know?" He chuckled, shaking his head as he took a drag from his cigar.

"The Aristocracy is terrified of him, you know. Many have lost relatives to him," Nexus continued, his expression turning slightly more serious. "The brat has the Empire by the throat. Of course, that doesn't mean he's in control. He's only gotten as far as he has because the Archduke views his son's rule by fear as effective in keeping the Great Houses together."

Nexus paused for a moment, his eyes glinting with a mischievous light. "But between you and me, I know better," he said, leaning in slightly. "I'm willing to bet that Viktor's the one manipulating dear old dad into thinking that generating an atmosphere of fear in the Imperial Government is good for the Empire. And you know what? It's working." He grinned, taking a sip of his brandy and savoring the smooth, warm taste.

Artist nodded, "He's an eldritch, too. Too bad for him, he's obviously an idiot. Couldn't take the people unless he killed em." She sighs, finishes off the shot glass, and slides more money across the counter, enough for nine kegs. "Stronger liquor, please." She throws a coin at the TV, and the channel changes to a camera in a tent. Artist's eyebrows shoot up. "So she really went... Hope she finds it." She nods at the holo. "What year you from? Mine's.. 2040, 2050, I think."

[Ardchu]

Gaekol is still vibin at the bar

[Low bloods]

Vixen who has been conversing with a literal shadow and finally remembered he served a shot to a customer. "Oh that. Humans that drink a shots worth of that alcohol will turn you into a spirit for about thirty minutes, leave your body in a safe place." He laughed.

Looking at the soldier concerned over paying "Dont worry that HP lovecraft guy just covered everyone's bill."

The legionary pulls out a bag of jerky, nibbling away at it as he skims through holo journal that's displayed on his wrist.

[Mindhart]

Artist just looks at him, looks at her body, and looks at him again. "Well, again, any alcohol that's stronger? I'm not drunk yet." Her body slumps over. Why she's sitting in the chair. She glances at it, shrugs, and gestures for a stronger drink.

[Low bloods]

"Just wait till you get back in your body." He nods "But now I can serve you some drinks only the dead can handle.."
Vixen slides open a cabinet with a few glowing drinks and starts making a few concoctions while artist is still out of body, this should carry over.
"High tolerance? I get that, It's a trait my family has."

[Aaaaaa]

Z chuckled lightly, glad to hear Noeanyyn's voice brighten a bit.

"I wouldn't think so, but I don't really know. I think exercising at a high altitude does. How flat is Aaaaaa?"

She paused a moment in faux-thoughtfulness. "Maybe hot chocolate does. Wanna find out? For science, of course." She gave a mischievous look and drank a big few gulps of her hot chocolate.

Noeanyyn glared at the soldiers sitting near them, but otherwise paid them no attention.

"It's hilly. Iaonroúda was on a big hill… not so much where I'm living now." She said quietly. Z's second question brought her attention to her own hot chocolate sitting near, just as the bartender refilled her beer and brought the mug down with a loud clunk on the counter.

"With all due respect…" She dragged the hotter of the two mugs over to Z. "I think you will enjoy it more than me."

"As for this, I think I earned this one today." She took a generous sip of the newly poured alcohol. "Hot chocolate doesn't really work as a painkiller, anyway."

[Galicia-Podolia]

Alfred is still sitting on a chair, albeit sleeping now.
He wakes up thirsty.
He walks to where the waiter or waitress is and asks for a glass of water.
He reaches into his pocket and gathers the required amount of money for the water OOC: or if it is free then he doesn't give any money.
IC: Once the water is served Alfred goes to get it. Once he is there, he obtains the water, and heads back to a chair.
He then proceeds to drink the water.

[Nobilis Ashevilla]

As the Crown Prince departed, no doubt scheming up something petty to get back at those who had offended him, it was clear that he was not the type of demonoid to let such slights go unpunished. However, the arrival of another demonoid, the Chairman of WonderTech Industries, Nexus Ravenworth, brought a new energy to the saloon. He stepped in with a fat golden cigar in hand, one cybernetic hand in his pocket. As he released smoke from his lips, a grin with his sharp frontal teeth revealed his monstrous nature, with two hundred layers of teeth circling the inside of his mouth like a chainsaw. He closed his smile, still grinning, as he walked over to the bar and ordered a classic brandy.

As Nexus waited for his brandy, his eyes wandered over to Artist, who had just put the Crown Prince in his place. "Girl, you made my day," he remarked, his voice filled with a light, carefree tone. "Viky has always been a royal brat. I mean, I can't say I'm surprised, given his parentage, but still. The bloody trouble kind, you know?" He chuckled, shaking his head as he took a drag from his cigar.

"The Aristocracy is terrified of him, you know. Many have lost relatives to him," Nexus continued, his expression turning slightly more serious. "The brat has the Empire by the throat. Of course, that doesn't mean he's in control. He's only gotten as far as he has because the Archduke views his son's rule by fear as effective in keeping the Great Houses together."

Nexus paused for a moment, his eyes glinting with a mischievous light. "But between you and me, I know better," he said, leaning in slightly. "I'm willing to bet that Viktor's the one manipulating dear old dad into thinking that generating an atmosphere of fear in the Imperial Government is good for the Empire. And you know what? It's working." He grinned, taking a sip of his brandy and savoring the smooth, warm taste.

Artist nodded, "He's an eldritch, too. Too bad for him, he's obviously an idiot. Couldn't take the people unless he killed em." She sighs, finishes off the shot glass, and slides more money across the counter, enough for nine kegs. "Stronger liquor, please." She throws a coin at the TV, and the channel changes to a camera in a tent. Artist's eyebrows shoot up. "So she really went... Hope she finds it." She nods at the holo. "What year you from? Mine's.. 2040, 2050, I think."

With the potential deal with Alfred being a letdown, Nexus was nonetheless happy about the weapon shipments to be sold to clients with larger pockets than what the newcomer seemed to be able to afford. "Oh, this thing?" Nexus replied, gesturing towards the hologram. "Had this hologram since 1961, on my 16th birthday. My homeland, Xylvannia, has always been farther ahead in technology than our human neighbors to the south. Doesn't look like it, but I've modified it over the decades, incorporated it into my cybernetic arm once I really got into my passion for technology and gaming, which I eventually founded WonderTech to be the hegemony that it is today, today in my timeline, being 2023 of the 21st century." He took a sizable sip of his brandy as the holographic display deactivated. "Ah, refreshing that is. I would hardly call him an idiot, the Crown Prince. Achieving political power in the Empire is not without bloody sacrifices. My kind have never been ones for compromise without having their arms bent to the breaking point. Not fond of it, tis why I became a businessman," he concluded, his expression turning thoughtful as he gazed out at the saloon's patrons.

[Mindhart]

Artist nods. "You could say that." She watches him mix the drinks, before turning. "I have a theory on the multiverse; it's different timelines. Basically, people get blipped into a time in the past, make other decisions, and the universe separates that from the regular timeline, kind of like fanfiction. The stuff in the original show, book, whatever still happens, there's just someone else who wrote a different decision in an exact copy. This follows as, I should be able to find the original. That's why I asked." She frowns."Huh, I guess I'm a tad drunk."

[Low bloods]

(Warning: Lore dump)
"Perhaps, you see. I use to be in this erra, it was more like a strand. You sree there were multiple universe in a cluster that sat right in the middle of the multiverse. That had the occasion to intertwine with the various ones around it."

It was chaotic, but in a fun way. Some folk just appeared,
some dissapeared. But then the day came where the gods that made it destroyed it.
This caused a a rift, an empy space where multiple universe just stopped existing."

Vixen served somthing that would go down smooth and kick hard after a few minutes.

Thats why so many fancy spacecraft are totaled, or you'll sometimes see a structure that seemed like it belongs somewhere else, remnants of the past.

I guess the one that caused it all felt some pitty when he left a saloon sitting right in the middle of this wasteland."
It had been too long to truly say he hated the place, After all he spoke in a calm tone as he served drinks and cleaned dishes.

[Nobilis Ashevilla]

Artist nods. "You could say that." She watches him mix the drinks, before turning. "I have a theory on the multiverse; it's different timelines. Basically, people get blipped into a time in the past, make other decisions, and the universe separates that from the regular timeline, kind of like fanfiction. The stuff in the original show, book, whatever still happens, there's just someone else who wrote a different decision in an exact copy. This follows as, I should be able to find the original. That's why I asked." She frowns."Huh, I guess I'm a tad drunk."

Nexus Ravenworth listened intently to Artist's theory on the multiverse, his gaze fixed on her with a mix of curiosity and amusement. He leaned back, swirling the brandy in his glass as he pondered her words. "A fascinating theory, my dear," he replied, a faint hint of a smirk on his lips. "The idea of different timelines branching off due to alternative decisions, much like fanfiction altering the course of a familiar story... It's an intriguing concept."

He took a sip of his brandy, savoring the rich flavor before continuing. "You see, in my line of work, I've come across some remarkable technological advancements that blur the lines between reality and fiction. The wonders that WonderTech has developed are often ahead of their time, pushing the boundaries of what is deemed possible. Perhaps your theory isn't so far-fetched after all."

Nexus leaned closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief and genuine curiosity. "If there are different versions of the original timeline, as you say, then the question arises: what lies beyond the boundaries of our known reality? Are there infinite possibilities waiting to be discovered? Or are there darker forces at play, manipulating the very fabric of existence?"

He leaned back again, a confident grin spreading across his face. "As for finding the original, my dear, the quest for truth is a noble pursuit. Just be cautious, for the mysteries of the multiverse can be both captivating and perilous. But then again, that's what makes it all so thrilling, isn't it?" Nexus raised his glass in a toast, his eyes shining with a mixture of intrigue and adventure.

[The Astral Mandate]

An intern from the government of The Astral Mandate rushes in with a sheet of paper.
“Hey, look what the Foreign Minister wrote!”
He slams the paper down face up, revealing a poem.

Finding Myself

I found myself one day in waiting,
waiting for a youthful spring,
to show up in my life and make a
difference in my everything.

On that fateful day I chose to
seek this treasure for myself,
tired of this life of waiting,
something more, and something else.

I found myself in Nature’s comp’ny,
stolen by the field and river.
Knowing life was short, but worthwhile,
I took this path for something better.

Even in my toil and labor,
even as I served this nation,
I found myself in all my duties,
and in my trouble found elation.

In darkness I may walk the Earth,
to find myself- to find my worth.

[The Merry-Men]

An intern from the government of The Astral Mandate rushes in with a sheet of paper.
“Hey, look what the Foreign Minister wrote!”
He slams the paper down face up, revealing a poem.

Finding Myself

I found myself one day in waiting,
waiting for a youthful spring,
to show up in my life and make a
difference in my everything.

On that fateful day I chose to
seek this treasure for myself,
tired of this life of waiting,
something more, and something else.

I found myself in Nature’s comp’ny,
stolen by the field and river.
Knowing life was short, but worthwhile,
I took this path for something better.

Even in my toil and labor,
even as I served this nation,
I found myself in all my duties,
and in my trouble found elation.

In darkness I may walk the Earth,
to find myself- to find my worth.

Mary would stand up and start clapping happily (or much rather sarcastically) as she heard this riveting performance. There was a lot of heart put into it, and she definitely felt for them and how they put themselves into the nation they salute to, but boy, does statist poetry suck ass, she thought.

"Bravo, bravo! Encore!

...Seriously? I've heard more moving words come from the Island Boys! Someone get me a microphone, and I can do the Foreign Minister one better!" She said, looking over as she was right up in his face, already thinking up a good scheme in case he took up the offer.

[Low bloods]

"Better than reading a dead man's journal." The legionary eyes the poem and shrugged, returning to his previous activity.

Vixen shrugs upon hearing theories and the odd banter betweenthe bargoers

[Mindhart]

Artist turns to the madwoman, shattering the shot glass. "YOU. where's my clone?"

[The Merry-Men]

Artist turns to the madwoman, shattering the shot glass. "YOU. where's my clone?"

She would slowly turn to look at Artist, cocking her head in confusion before realising the situation.

"Your... clone? Oh, that's right, there's two of you, isn't there? Well, last time I checked, she's either still in a bedroom back in a New York apartment sleeping out the early morn after all the fun we had in there, or she's out feeding her wondrous fireproof dragon lad... using some of the hostages I brought over. I tried giving it hamburgers, but it didn't seem to care for those." She said, sitting over on a bar stool. "Want me to, err... replace that shot of yours? I'll shout ya, luv."

[Mindhart]

Artist just stares for a moment, gets up, and walks out.

[Ardchu]

Gaekol downs one more drink, and lumbers out.
“More hunters to kill, I guess,” he mumbles as he walks out

[Low bloods]

"Best of luck on your ventures."

[Galicia-Podolia]

Alfred continues to exist.

[Low bloods]

Alfred continues to exist.

"These quiet hours are always bothersome, wouldn't you agree?" The legionary looks over to the stranger

[Quasi-Stellar Star Civilizations]

A tall Asian man walks into the saloon. He sits at the bar and says to the bartender, "gimme the strongest thing ya got."

[The Astral Mandate]

A tall Asian man walks into the saloon. He sits at the bar and says to the bartender, "gimme the strongest thing ya got."

The intern stared up and said:
"HEY WAIT IS THAT-"
He decided not to finish.
He knew that the man was not to be messed with.

[Low bloods]

Vixen made the man something strong and states "Enjoy your numbness... but do tell me if you need a chaser." Vixen then watched the intern walk off "What a guy."

[Quasi-Stellar Star Civilizations]

The man thanked Vixen and began drinking it. His eyes shot open when he tasted it. "In all my travels... never before have I tasted something quite like this... Though, there was that time on Gormia..." He continued to drink.