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

[North Saitama]

"I said no. Now drink, like a civilised adult."

"What part of 'outside' did you not understand, you retard? Let me spell it out for you-"
He went up to a chalkboard and began writing it out.
"O-U-T-S-I-D-E. OUTSIDE. A preposition & adverb meaning 'situated or moving beyond the boundaries or confines of'."

Mildly irritated, Yoshida proceeds to jab the sergeant in the head with the Type 26's muzzle. "I know what 'outside' means. You still will not 'lay it into him'; you will drink and act civilised."

[Low bloods]

"What part of 'outside' did you not understand, you retard? Let me spell it out for you-"
He went up to a chalkboard and began writing it out.
"O-U-T-S-I-D-E. OUTSIDE. A preposition & adverb meaning 'situated or moving beyond the boundaries or confines of'."

Mildly irritated, Yoshida proceeds to jab the sergeant in the head with the Type 26's muzzle. "I know what 'outside' means. You still will not 'lay it into him'; you will drink and act civilised."

"I'd say let them figure out the rights and wrongs on their own. After all a kids gotta learn that fire is a hot force that isn't a toy."
Cain chuckled as he himself was checking if the barrel of his shotgun was cleaned by staring down the hole.

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

"What part of 'outside' did you not understand, you retard? Let me spell it out for you-"
He went up to a chalkboard and began writing it out.
"O-U-T-S-I-D-E. OUTSIDE. A preposition & adverb meaning 'situated or moving beyond the boundaries or confines of'."

Mildly irritated, Yoshida proceeds to jab the sergeant in the head with the Type 26's muzzle. "I know what 'outside' means. You still will not 'lay it into him'; you will drink and act civilised."

"How about no."
He pulled the pin on a flashbang and vanished, leaving his squad behind.
They simply shrugged and went over to a table, before ordering a few drinks.

[United Celtic Peoples]

Suddenly, a group of rowdy, white men dressed in black-and-white sports-themes t-shirts and paraphernalia came walking in and cheering loudly, chanting something at sound awfully similar to 'Hail Ghamid!'

"Aye, lads! How's a pint fer' all of us in 'ere... to an absolute fuckin' GOD!" One of them called out, clearly having a Cornish accent, as the rest of them cheered loudly
"You tell 'em, da'!" A young boy said, clad in the same white-and-black gear and looked no older than ten years old.

“Uh-oh. All right, it’s time to deal some damage,” he said to himself. Then, he blinked, and his eyes turned solid purple. “HEY! You blood-drinking sons of bitches! What the hell are you doing here?”

A bullet from the chaos surrounding them hit him in the neck and bounced off. He picked up a knife and threw it directly at whoever shot it without even looking. “Do you want to settle this the easy way or the painful, bloody, fatal way?”

"Who are you callin' blood drinkers, ya edgy little shite!?" A rowdy fan responded back. "We're busy celebratin' the greatest man who ever lived, and we don't need you raining on our parade!"

"Yeah! Gomett had just lead Cornwall to victory over the bastards who challenged him, and brang us to the fuckin' top!" Another man said, as "Gomett" sounded similar to "Ghamid".

Pascal, thinking quickly, deflected the knife just barely with his bayonet. He frowned and stood, holding his pose. "This tavern only now has found peace, and you already are trying to break it oncemore?" the soldier criticized.

James turned around and hissed. “Be silent, fool, or lose your tongue.” He marched over to the Cornishman, grabbed him by the collar. “Leave. Only one chance.”

"Yeah?" The Cornishman replied as his comrades turned around and cracked their knuckles, several men arming themselves with knives, bottles, knuckledusters and baseball bats, even a child arming himself with an RPG-7. "And who's gonna fuckin' make us?"

"We are, boyo." A voice in an Irish accent called out, as another band of 50 or so men clad in green, orange and white sports regalia showed up. "Gomett stole our glory with his faux bullshite, and we want to win it back!" He cried out ass the other man cheered behind him.

"You Irish cunts are in the wrong fuckin' place at the wrong fuckin' time. Just like you always are." A Cornishman called out.

"Yeah, well if you hadn't pulled that bullshit on us in the cup, we wouldn't be here." An Irishman responded.

[Netherspace]

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However, James did not seem to notice the difference, thinking it to just be another part of their accent. “So be it.” He held his arms out to the sides, and began to float above the ground. “Come and prove your merit, parasites!”

[United Celtic Peoples]

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However, James did not seem to notice the difference, thinking it to just be another part of their accent. “So be it.” He held his arms out to the sides, and began to float above the ground. “Come and prove your merit, parasites!”

"Why should we fuck wit' you, floaty? We've got better things to do, like dealing with these drunken, red-headed paddies." The Cornishman said as he walked off with the group to the outside, where the Irish sports fans waiting for them started cracking their knuckles and pulling out weapons of their own, the two leaders coming face to face.

"Oh, here ye bunch of sorry pasty-eating farmers are, praising Gomett like he's actually done something worthy in his loife! Ye Cornish bastards were just fuckin' lucky in that match, weren't ye, ye bunch of brim-hatted cheaters?" The Irishman yelled.

"You got the gall to call us cheaters, eh? How ironic for the lads who raised that doper O'Casey, you lot of leprechauns!" The Cornishman yelled back.

"Oh, you're gonna pull the O'Casey card, eh, joker? Well, how's about I gouge yer eyes out so ye can become a referee for your that miserable bucket of second-homes and closed mines, eh!?" The Irishman threatened.

"Try me, yer' bastard! I know you're hungerin' for it! After all, ye've hungered before, haven't ye, mickey redhead!?" The Cornishman screamed back.

[Lethen Empire]

The soldiers chuckled at James being ignored and took a seat.

"Those guys really don't give a shit, do they?" Kris the morale man said.

"No, they've just got more important things to deal with I suppose." The machine gunner, Reinhardt mumbled.

Rubie was busy doting on Leon, checking his injuries while he tried to keep her at bay.

[Low bloods]

The soldiers chuckled at James being ignored and took a seat.

"Those guys really don't give a shit, do they?" Kris the morale man said.

"No, they've just got more important things to deal with I suppose." The machine gunner, Reinhardt mumbled.

Rubie was busy doting on Leon, checking his injuries while he tried to keep her at bay.

"Proving to be an annoyance will just catch my attention." The knight sighed "I'm half tempted to give the fella a beating so they'd take a seat and behave." The knight growled and rolled his neck.

[North Saitama]

Yoshida returned his revolver to its holster, and straightened-up his suit again. "Shochu o kudasai.", he requested.

He then looked over at the Cornish and Irish, and sighed angrily. "Get them all beers, and shut them up.", he growled, slapping a 10,000 yen bill on the counter.

[Low bloods]

Yoshida returned his revolver to its holster, and straightened-up his suit again. "Shochu o kudasai.", he requested.

He then looked over at the Cornish and Irish, and sighed angrily. "Get them all beers, and shut them up.", he growled, slapping a 10,000 yen bill on the counter.

"Must be exhausting." Vixen nods and poured him a glass.


Shadow creatures dispurst placing a full glass of on every table that had a bargoer.

[Foxfound]

Yoshida returned his revolver to its holster, and straightened-up his suit again. "Shochu o kudasai.", he requested.

He then looked over at the Cornish and Irish, and sighed angrily. "Get them all beers, and shut them up.", he growled, slapping a 10,000 yen bill on the counter.

"Must be exhausting." Vixen nods and poured him a glass.


Shadow creatures dispurst placing a full glass of on every table that had a bargoer.

Kiri looks longingly at the water on her table, unable to drink it.

[Low bloods]

"Must be exhausting." Vixen nods and poured him a glass.


Shadow creatures dispurst placing a full glass of on every table that had a bargoer.

Kiri looks longingly at the water on her table, unable to drink it.

You know we have drinks for spirits right? The knight likes it." Vixen makes a drink that'll be a glowing cyan color "Watch out though, it might mess with the whole floating factor you can fall and ot will hurt." Vixen chuckles

[Foxfound]

Kiri looks longingly at the water on her table, unable to drink it.

You know we have drinks for spirits right? The knight likes it." Vixen makes a drink that'll be a glowing cyan color "Watch out though, it might mess with the whole floating factor you can fall and ot will hurt." Vixen chuckles

"Wow wow wow! Thanks!"

Perhaps being able to drink something was a strange thing to be excited about, but in her case it was the first time it had happened in over a decade. She gleefully drank it down.

Unfortunately, in her excitement she had missed Vixen's warning, and when she tried to fly in a loop to celebrate she fell on the floor. Having been deprived of any significant sense of touch for so long, this hurt bad. Once she recovered, though, she was smiling again.

"Thank you, sir. What was in that, anyway?"

[Low bloods]

You know we have drinks for spirits right? The knight likes it." Vixen makes a drink that'll be a glowing cyan color "Watch out though, it might mess with the whole floating factor you can fall and ot will hurt." Vixen chuckles

"Wow wow wow! Thanks!"

Perhaps being able to drink something was a strange thing to be excited about, but in her case it was the first time it had happened in over a decade. She gleefully drank it down.

Unfortunately, in her excitement she had missed Vixen's warning, and when she tried to fly in a loop to celebrate she fell on the floor. Having been deprived of any significant sense of touch for so long, this hurt bad. Once she recovered, though, she was smiling again.

"Thank you, sir. What was in that, anyway?"

"Its a drink called whispers. A drink made with ectoplasm mixed with some form of alcohol and some sort of rare honey I hear. The effects dont last forever, but it does last I'd say a day or so."
Vixen said as he inspects the bottle.
"The drinks here effect living, dead, machine even.
Celestial to modern man and woman there is a drink here that'll be enjoyed.
I even get the supplies to make my own brew for demons every now and then, it's rare but reminds me of my old bar.

[Foxfound]

"Wow wow wow! Thanks!"

Perhaps being able to drink something was a strange thing to be excited about, but in her case it was the first time it had happened in over a decade. She gleefully drank it down.

Unfortunately, in her excitement she had missed Vixen's warning, and when she tried to fly in a loop to celebrate she fell on the floor. Having been deprived of any significant sense of touch for so long, this hurt bad. Once she recovered, though, she was smiling again.

"Thank you, sir. What was in that, anyway?"

"Its a drink called whispers. A drink made with ectoplasm mixed with some form of alcohol and some sort of rare honey I hear. The effects dont last forever, but it does last I'd say a day or so."
Vixen said as he inspects the bottle.
"The drinks here effect living, dead, machine even.
Celestial to modern man and woman there is a drink here that'll be enjoyed.
I even get the supplies to make my own brew for demons every now and then, it's rare but reminds me of my old bar.

"Wait... now I don't really know how ghosts like me work, but... aren't ghosts supposed to be made of ectoplasm? Does that mean I just ate... drank another ghost?"

She was probably also worried about the alcohol, but she didn't say anything about that.

[Silver Commonwealth]

An UCN peacekeeper walked in the bar, while polishing his rifle. He spoke with a noticeable Brazilian accent, and was noticeably tired. Despite that, he still ordered some tea, not coffee.

''Hello?'' UCN guard greeted the Saloon, and fell on the sofa afterwards.

[Low bloods]

"Its a drink called whispers. A drink made with ectoplasm mixed with some form of alcohol and some sort of rare honey I hear. The effects dont last forever, but it does last I'd say a day or so."
Vixen said as he inspects the bottle.
"The drinks here effect living, dead, machine even.
Celestial to modern man and woman there is a drink here that'll be enjoyed.
I even get the supplies to make my own brew for demons every now and then, it's rare but reminds me of my old bar.

"Wait... now I don't really know how ghosts like me work, but... aren't ghosts supposed to be made of ectoplasm? Does that mean I just ate... drank another ghost?"

She was probably also worried about the alcohol, but she didn't say anything about that.

"Technically yes, you see ghosts tend to leave a trail of the stuff when around. Some know how to bottle the essence and use it." Vixen said as he considers taking a drink out of curiosity but sides against it "And with such knowledge they made this drink I guess it's partially why spirits can actually drink it.

An UCN peacekeeper walked in the bar, while polishing his rifle. He spoke with a noticeable Brazilian accent, and was noticeably tired. Despite that, he still ordered some tea, not coffee.

''Hello?'' UCN guard greeted the Saloon, and fell on the sofa afterwards.

"You came at our quiet hours."
Vixensaid as he hands him the tea

[The Russian Nations]

An UCN peacekeeper walked in the bar, while polishing his rifle. He spoke with a noticeable Brazilian accent, and was noticeably tired. Despite that, he still ordered some tea, not coffee.

''Hello?'' UCN guard greeted the Saloon, and fell on the sofa afterwards.

"Tired i see,this is why i drink coffee a lot."

Nogova said,with a stoic expression,showing no obvious emotion.


"You know,we always try our best to keep awake back in Neo-Russia."

[Deltanium]

“The average day.” said Alyssa

“At least some normal people are here. An improvement.” said the Riikskanzler

“But there is still two demons and some drunkards.”

“True.”

[Silver Commonwealth]

An UCN peacekeeper walked in the bar, while polishing his rifle. He spoke with a noticeable Brazilian accent, and was noticeably tired. Despite that, he still ordered some tea, not coffee.

''Hello?'' UCN guard greeted the Saloon, and fell on the sofa afterwards.

"You came at our quiet hours."
Vixensaid as he hands him the tea

''It seems so. I mean, this is the first time, when I visit the saloon, so I don't know, how full it is at its peak.''

An UCN peacekeeper walked in the bar, while polishing his rifle. He spoke with a noticeable Brazilian accent, and was noticeably tired. Despite that, he still ordered some tea, not coffee.

''Hello?'' UCN guard greeted the Saloon, and fell on the sofa afterwards.

"Tired i see,this is why i drink coffee a lot."

Nogova said,with a stoic expression,showing no obvious emotion.


"You know,we always try our best to keep awake back in Neo-Russia."

''I see. Eventually, you will need sleep at some point, anyway, as coffee can't fend it off forever.''

[Netherspace]

"Why should we fuck wit' you, floaty? We've got better things to do, like dealing with these drunken, red-headed paddies." The Cornishman said as he walked off with the group to the outside, where the Irish sports fans waiting for them started cracking their knuckles and pulling out weapons of their own, the two leaders coming face to face.

"Oh, here ye bunch of sorry pasty-eating farmers are, praising Gomett like he's actually done something worthy in his loife! Ye Cornish bastards were just fuckin' lucky in that match, weren't ye, ye bunch of brim-hatted cheaters?" The Irishman yelled.

"You got the gall to call us cheaters, eh? How ironic for the lads who raised that doper O'Casey, you lot of leprechauns!" The Cornishman yelled back.

"Oh, you're gonna pull the O'Casey card, eh, joker? Well, how's about I gouge yer eyes out so ye can become a referee for your that miserable bucket of second-homes and closed mines, eh!?" The Irishman threatened.

"Try me, yer' bastard! I know you're hungerin' for it! After all, ye've hungered before, haven't ye, mickey redhead!?" The Cornishman screamed back.

James sighed. With a slight motion of his hand, a chair lifted off the ground and flew between the two groups, smashing into the wall and splintering into numerous pieces. “Would you care to listen now?”

[United Celtic Peoples]

"Why should we fuck wit' you, floaty? We've got better things to do, like dealing with these drunken, red-headed paddies." The Cornishman said as he walked off with the group to the outside, where the Irish sports fans waiting for them started cracking their knuckles and pulling out weapons of their own, the two leaders coming face to face.

"Oh, here ye bunch of sorry pasty-eating farmers are, praising Gomett like he's actually done something worthy in his loife! Ye Cornish bastards were just fuckin' lucky in that match, weren't ye, ye bunch of brim-hatted cheaters?" The Irishman yelled.

"You got the gall to call us cheaters, eh? How ironic for the lads who raised that doper O'Casey, you lot of leprechauns!" The Cornishman yelled back.

"Oh, you're gonna pull the O'Casey card, eh, joker? Well, how's about I gouge yer eyes out so ye can become a referee for your that miserable bucket of second-homes and closed mines, eh!?" The Irishman threatened.

"Try me, yer' bastard! I know you're hungerin' for it! After all, ye've hungered before, haven't ye, mickey redhead!?" The Cornishman screamed back.

James sighed. With a slight motion of his hand, a chair lifted off the ground and flew between the two groups, smashing into the wall and splintering into numerous pieces. “Would you care to listen now?”

As the two groups turned around to see James, a few of them looked at him.

"Fuck off, boyo. This ain't your personal toss, this is ours." An Irishman said, pointing a pistol at him. "Gomett took our pride from us and threw it down the sewer, and we're gettin' revenge!"

"Yeah! What's this shite got to do with you, ya fuckin' Hanzo-mainin' lobotomised telekinetic dickhead?" A Cornishman brandishing a pair of brass knuckles said. "What kind of donkey's arse is so important to get out of there that we have to hear it, eh?"

[Low bloods]

“The average day.” said Alyssa

“At least some normal people are here. An improvement.” said the Riikskanzler

“But there is still two demons and some drunkards.”

“True.”

"Ouch." Vixen said as he cleans a glass. "Well there will always be a demon here,
as I am a bartender. But I hide my traits."

"You came at our quiet hours."
Vixensaid as he hands him the tea

''It seems so. I mean, this is the first time, when I visit the saloon, so I don't know, how full it is at its peak.''

"Often times it's a hit or miss. But the place does get full at times."

"Why should we fuck wit' you, floaty? We've got better things to do, like dealing with these drunken, red-headed paddies." The Cornishman said as he walked off with the group to the outside, where the Irish sports fans waiting for them started cracking their knuckles and pulling out weapons of their own, the two leaders coming face to face.

"Oh, here ye bunch of sorry pasty-eating farmers are, praising Gomett like he's actually done something worthy in his loife! Ye Cornish bastards were just fuckin' lucky in that match, weren't ye, ye bunch of brim-hatted cheaters?" The Irishman yelled.

"You got the gall to call us cheaters, eh? How ironic for the lads who raised that doper O'Casey, you lot of leprechauns!" The Cornishman yelled back.

"Oh, you're gonna pull the O'Casey card, eh, joker? Well, how's about I gouge yer eyes out so ye can become a referee for your that miserable bucket of second-homes and closed mines, eh!?" The Irishman threatened.

"Try me, yer' bastard! I know you're hungerin' for it! After all, ye've hungered before, haven't ye, mickey redhead!?" The Cornishman screamed back.

James sighed. With a slight motion of his hand, a chair lifted off the ground and flew between the two groups, smashing into the wall and splintering into numerous pieces. “Would you care to listen now?”

"The fellas don't listen much. Cut them some slack and lay off, wound ya."

[Deltanium]

Alyssa’s guards went towards the Celts. “You guys want more beer? We have tons.” said one of the guards, clearly drunk.

“You know what, I’lol have a pint too.” said Alyssa in a cheerful voice.

“Same here.” said the Riikskanzler.

[Planet Illysia]

Boom! The saloon doors were launched open, and Ace stomped in, waving his gun around. "Bang bang!" He shouted. The likely immediate negative reactions of the bargoers made him chuckle. He holstered his pistol and hooked his thumbs under his belt, and watched the altercation between two different kinds of Celt and some floating fellow. "Well, well, well! I leave fer' just a few weeks and this place is already fes'trin with gremlins again!" exclaimed the outlaw.