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

[New Castillan Empire]

Septette would yelp loudly in pain as the shrapnel was removed from her head. The healing sort of helped but now she had a dull headache. She'd sit back up with her knees together and clutch her head, ceasing her sobbing and it being replaced by apprehension.

Thankfully, the Luminary Prince was still alive. He had probably just hit the ground hard enough to knock his superhuman body out. Septette shuffled forward and placed her brother's head on her lap. She felt something cold and realized Astre had a bleeding blunt force wound on the back of his head. "Oh no..." She mumbled, shuddering.

The Scout, feeling bad for poor Septette and also thinking he'd try and seize the chance to get within her comfort zone, kneeled down near Astre.
"Hey... er... I was just..." the Scout sighed. "Look, I acted like a bit of a dick a while back, but... damn, sorry about your brotha. I remember somethin' jus' like this, me boxing with my own older brothers when I was in my teens. One day I knocked my bro Billy's eye out of his socket. At first, it was wicked, but then a bowling ball fell on him after his head impacted on the cupboard. Really shitty day for me. I miss the guy." The Scout said, wiping a tear from his eye.

"Hold on, schweinhunds! He is still alive, surprisingly!" Medic said, getting up and laughing with glee. "His pulse is still ongoing, but I'm sure by the looks of things, we don't have much time."

The Medic sprung up and went to aim his MediGun at Prince. "All he needs is a little bit of-" He said before activating the gun, only to learn it was empty on fuel, constantly clicking again and again, his face turning to worry. "Er... uh oh. Looks like zhe wunderwaffe has run out of fuel... eheh... heh..."

[Veise]

She sighed. "W...well, at least he still draws breath." Scout's little speech seemed surprisingly helpful. Septette felt the side of Astre's face. "I can't figure out how he does things...that Herculean strength...his attitude..all for what?"

Septette was silent for a moment. "I don't suppose anyone has bandages on them...?" She mumbled.

[Fatatatutti]

"Ons het 'n klomp swart mense in Fatatatutti - en 'n klomp ander kleure wat jy haat. Moenie mislei word deur die blonde hare en blou oë; Ek is half-Polynesian. Jou oplossing is 'n mislukking."

"Wie het gesê dat ek iets teen die Polynesiërs gehad het?" Pieter explained. "Our racial classification isn't as straightforward as 'we hate all the non-whites', you see. We only take out the races we truly see unfit, we don't go slaughtering willy-nilly because they simply are just not Caucasian. Blacks, Jews, Gypsies, Albanians, Ponies... they all deserve to be wiped out, those vile bastards, those mistakes of God himself punishing mankind for his own gullibility. But that's the bottom line. For instance, a man of Polynesian ethnicity would be able to live a life of great quality here. Same if you were or from descended from an Italian, Native American, Greek, Brythonic Celt, Japanese, Chinese, Turkish, Elven or even Arab. Of course, the Afrikaaner race is above all else, but that doesn't mean we just want to kill absolutely everyone who is not of colour... that comes after we deal with the n***ers and kikes."

"And if you decide to keep your black minority, go ahead. Crash into a piledrive like the Swedes and French, or have your history completely turned into a basket case of guilt like the Americans. It'll happen eventually." Pieter speeched.

"Wat sal gebeur uiteindelik is dat ons almal sal word dieselfde skakering van bruin. Jou soort kan nie evolusie oorleef." The General took a drink.

[Planet Illysia]

//Dude. Please read into the posts a little deeper. The Afrikaaners just left. All there is is the TF2 crew, an unconscious Astre and his twin sister trying to help

[Low bloods]

She sighed. "W...well, at least he still draws breath." Scout's little speech seemed surprisingly helpful. Septette felt the side of Astre's face. "I can't figure out how he does things...that Herculean strength...his attitude..all for what?"

Septette was silent for a moment. "I don't suppose anyone has bandages on them...?" She mumbled.

Vixen hops out from behind the bar counter and kneels down "Well everything went downhill fast, didn't it?" He said in a cheery tone before inspecting the injuries as he brought out a metal box

[Veise]

Vixen hops out from behind the bar counter and kneels down "Well everything went downhill fast, didn't it?" He said in a cheery tone before inspecting the injuries as he brought out a metal box

Septette would frown and lift her unconscious brother's head up. "He's sustained a heavy blunt-force contusion to the back of the head."

[Deltanium]

Vixen hops out from behind the bar counter and kneels down "Well everything went downhill fast, didn't it?" He said in a cheery tone before inspecting the injuries as he brought out a metal box

Septette would frown and lift her unconscious brother's head up. "He's sustained a heavy blunt-force contusion to the back of the head."

“*gasps* Should I get a doctor?” said the Kaiserin.

[Low bloods]

Vixen hops out from behind the bar counter and kneels down "Well everything went downhill fast, didn't it?" He said in a cheery tone before inspecting the injuries as he brought out a metal box

Septette would frown and lift her unconscious brother's head up. "He's sustained a heavy blunt-force contusion to the back of the head."

The box would click open as he pulls out a cream "Rub this on the back of his head. while I got get some ice." He stood up and walks to the bar counter reaching into a bucket of ice and placing it into a bag.
Returning to the group he nods "I dont have any magic healing but I have some simple old ways. As long as his skull isn't caved in he should be fine with a little rest, and letting the injury heal a bit.

Septette would frown and lift her unconscious brother's head up. "He's sustained a heavy blunt-force contusion to the back of the head."

“*gasps* Should I get a doctor?” said the Kaiserin.

"Not to worry, I'm a doctor in a sense." He chuckles.

[Deltanium]

Septette would frown and lift her unconscious brother's head up. "He's sustained a heavy blunt-force contusion to the back of the head."

The box would click open as he pulls out a cream "Rub this on the back of his head. while I got get some ice." He stood up and walks to the bar counter reaching into a bucket of ice and placing it into a bag.
Returning to the group he nods "I dont have any magic healing but I have some simple old ways. As long as his skull isn't caved in he should be fine with a little rest, and letting the injury heal a bit.

“*gasps* Should I get a doctor?” said the Kaiserin.

"Not to worry, I'm a doctor in a sense." He chuckles.

”If you’re a doctor in sense, use some of it to see that he is injured!” said the Kaiserin in a sassy tone

[Low bloods]

The box would click open as he pulls out a cream "Rub this on the back of his head. while I got get some ice." He stood up and walks to the bar counter reaching into a bucket of ice and placing it into a bag.
Returning to the group he nods "I dont have any magic healing but I have some simple old ways. As long as his skull isn't caved in he should be fine with a little rest, and letting the injury heal a bit.

"Not to worry, I'm a doctor in a sense." He chuckles.

”If you’re a doctor in sense, use some of it to see that he is injured!” said the Kaiserin in a sassy tone

"Jesus." Vixen said as face palms. "While I may not have a medical license, I know how to treat everything... except a flatline."

[Deltanium]

”If you’re a doctor in sense, use some of it to see that he is injured!” said the Kaiserin in a sassy tone

"Jesus." Vixen said as face palms. "While I may not have a medical license, I know how to treat everything... except a flatline."

Ok, you do you. I will just get a bucket of ice-cold water and an ice pack.

[Veise]

"Thanks, you two. Um...I don't suppose this is the best timing, but a towel would be most appreciated. I would rather not soak this dress in blood." Septette timidly asked.

[Cult of the Black Beast]

"It is also your greatest weakness. I don't care how many defenseless humans you kill. I fight creatures that end whole civilizations. You fight people who can't even fight back. If you want a battle, you would lose." Dødmyrdet mentally said. "You lose on many fronts, mortal." she said, grabbing and picking up Pieter, then unfurling a massive pair of metal, bat-like wings that she had concealed by wrapping around her this entire time. The wings dripped blood everywhere as well, and had an enormous wingspan of nearly 50 meters from metallic tip to metallic tip.

"You wouldn't dare make any attack upon me, or your precious 'leier' will come under such harm that there won't be enough of him left to bury. Tell your tin soldiers to stand down, or I will crush his skull with my thumb and grind his corpse to blood. Any sign of threat, no matter how futile, will be taken as as reason to kill the hostage." she said. "But I know you can't, you won't. Unlike the creatures I fight, you follow predictable routines."

"Ah, a good old hostage crisis against a demon. But what good is a hostage if he's not even there?" Pieter said as he grabbed a knife and peeled off his own face, revealing a robotic endoskeleton. "This has happened to me more than once, you know. Really, I like to keep wary with appearances. Don't think you were the first, or the last, you demonic wooden hag."

The robotic decoy then ripped off the suit jacket to reveal a traditional suicide vest with several sticks of dynamite attached to himself. "See you next weekend, everyone. And remember, those who follow in the future, if you try and kill me, I WILL be one step ahead. Always." The voice said as then it abruptly stopped and static came out of his mouth, the Afrikaaners immediately running out of the bar, the cloned soldiers still in parry, following the pulling of the cord on the vest as the machine exploded with the force of a C4 breaching charge, the shrapnel barely missing the other patrons and hopefully damaging Dodmyrdet, as well as taking out one of the clones, the other one still barely walking with a piece of shrapnel down his back, shielding Aste

Seeing the the soldiers running out of the bar, Dødmyrdet did what she could to keep up, flying remarkably fast on her wings*, drenching everyone under her in more of her foul blood. As the cord was pulled, she released the explosive dummy. She wiped a bit of hot shrapnel out of her arm as if it were merely spilled food.

"The effects of my blood should begin kicking in here soon. The blood I've been leaking everywhere? It is toxic. In a few moments you'll begin vomiting and your humors** will become unwell." she said, before spraying a huge, gushing fountain of blood from between the plates of her armor for good measure.

OOC: A few videos to give you something of an idea of what kind of armor a slaktkriger has: bearing in mind they have multiple layers of this crap sandwiched onto them. (The armor is actually made of something called "adamantine", but this should give a decently rough comparison, a better comparison would be pure tungsten, which has a similar density, but it's hard to find videos of this, and what I did find has similar results when you get the metals thick enough.)

*I've calculated her top flight speed to be 100m/s, or 360km/h, or 194.38 knots approximately, or 0.294 mach number approximately. Mind you, that isn't an easy speed for her to maintain, but that's her top speed if it is necessary.

**I don't mean sense of humor.
No, the blood isn't toxic enough to kill most people on its own, merely make them really sick and in no condition to fight, though it can kill sickly persons, or those with a poor immune system. (1 constitution damage per minute for 6 minutes; 10 is average for a person, and I'd presume that most soldiers would be in pretty good shape and be rather healthy, so they'd be closer to a 12 or even a 14 most likely.)

[Low bloods]

"Thanks, you two. Um...I don't suppose this is the best timing, but a towel would be most appreciated. I would rather not soak this dress in blood." Septette timidly asked.

"Sorry about that, I guess I got a little caught up." Vixen said as he waited for one helping to bring some water.
When they arrived Vixen brought out a rag from his medicalbox, was snow white color till he started to reach over and place it on the wound "I didn't even know there was any cuts,I just figured just a nasty bruise. It's probably just a few little cuts, hopefully nothing worthy of stitching." Vixen took a closer look.
He tried applied pressure to any cuts to stop further bleeding before he attempted to clean any wounds which he used a few cotton swabs and some rubbing alcohol.
"Thst cream that I gave you should help heal the damaged skin, also relax any muscle pain that might follow."

[Veise]

-snip-

They're long gone, dude.

"Thanks, you two. Um...I don't suppose this is the best timing, but a towel would be most appreciated. I would rather not soak this dress in blood." Septette timidly asked.

"Sorry about that, I guess I got a little caught up." Vixen said as he waited for one helping to bring some water.
When they arrived Vixen brought out a rag from his medicalbox, was snow white color till he started to reach over and place it on the wound "I didn't even know there was any cuts,I just figured just a nasty bruise. It's probably just a few little cuts, hopefully nothing worthy of stitching." Vixen took a closer look.
He tried applied pressure to any cuts to stop further bleeding before he attempted to clean any wounds which he used a few cotton swabs and some rubbing alcohol.
"Thst cream that I gave you should help heal the damaged skin, also relax any muscle pain that might follow."

"Thank you." Septette said. After the medical work was done, she looked down at Astre. "He's probably not going to wake up for a while. I think we'll be heading out now..." Septette said. She had her guard lift up Astre bridal-style. "Um, again, thank you all very much for your help." Septette added.

With that, the Veiser group left the bar.

[Cult of the Black Beast]

-snip-

They're long gone, dude.

"Sorry about that, I guess I got a little caught up." Vixen said as he waited for one helping to bring some water.
When they arrived Vixen brought out a rag from his medicalbox, was snow white color till he started to reach over and place it on the wound "I didn't even know there was any cuts,I just figured just a nasty bruise. It's probably just a few little cuts, hopefully nothing worthy of stitching." Vixen took a closer look.
He tried applied pressure to any cuts to stop further bleeding before he attempted to clean any wounds which he used a few cotton swabs and some rubbing alcohol.
"Thst cream that I gave you should help heal the damaged skin, also relax any muscle pain that might follow."

"Thank you." Septette said. After the medical work was done, she looked down at Astre. "He's probably not going to wake up for a while. I think we'll be heading out now..." Septette said. She had her guard lift up Astre bridal-style. "Um, again, thank you all very much for your help." Septette added.

With that, the Veiser group left the bar.

Sure, now you respond to me. Not when I directly responded to you.
In any case, they'll be back.

/skip

[Greater South]

"Ah, a good old hostage crisis against a demon. But what good is a hostage if he's not even there?" Pieter said as he grabbed a knife and peeled off his own face, revealing a robotic endoskeleton. "This has happened to me more than once, you know. Really, I like to keep wary with appearances. Don't think you were the first, or the last, you demonic wooden hag."

The robotic decoy then ripped off the suit jacket to reveal a traditional suicide vest with several sticks of dynamite attached to himself. "See you next weekend, everyone. And remember, those who follow in the future, if you try and kill me, I WILL be one step ahead. Always." The voice said as then it abruptly stopped and static came out of his mouth, the Afrikaaners immediately running out of the bar, the cloned soldiers still in parry, following the pulling of the cord on the vest as the machine exploded with the force of a C4 breaching charge, the shrapnel barely missing the other patrons and hopefully damaging Dodmyrdet, as well as taking out one of the clones, the other one still barely walking with a piece of shrapnel down his back, shielding Aste

Seeing the the soldiers running out of the bar, Dødmyrdet did what she could to keep up, flying remarkably fast on her wings*, drenching everyone under her in more of her foul blood. As the cord was pulled, she released the explosive dummy. She wiped a bit of hot shrapnel out of her arm as if it were merely spilled food.

"The effects of my blood should begin kicking in here soon. The blood I've been leaking everywhere? It is toxic. In a few moments you'll begin vomiting and your humors** will become unwell." she said, before spraying a huge, gushing fountain of blood from between the plates of her armor for good measure.

OOC: A few videos to give you something of an idea of what kind of armor a slaktkriger has: bearing in mind they have multiple layers of this crap sandwiched onto them. (The armor is actually made of something called "adamantine", but this should give a decently rough comparison, a better comparison would be pure tungsten, which has a similar density, but it's hard to find videos of this, and what I did find has similar results when you get the metals thick enough.)

*I've calculated her top flight speed to be 100m/s, or 360km/h, or 194.38 knots approximately, or 0.294 mach number approximately. Mind you, that isn't an easy speed for her to maintain, but that's her top speed if it is necessary.

**I don't mean sense of humor.
No, the blood isn't toxic enough to kill most people on its own, merely make them really sick and in no condition to fight, though it can kill sickly persons, or those with a poor immune system. (1 constitution damage per minute for 6 minutes; 10 is average for a person, and I'd presume that most soldiers would be in pretty good shape and be rather healthy, so they'd be closer to a 12 or even a 14 most likely.)

"Woah, that stuff is toxic!?" The Scout said, wiping the blood off his own shirt as he looked to the Medic, Demoman and Sniper, both coated in her blood. "Er, Doc? Camper? Why ain't you goin' asses up?"

"Oh, us? Well, for one, my lab coat is immune to any immediate effect of the poison, and my skin is also quite good with preventing liquids thanks to the humid conditions I used to work in back when I did a few years in the Black Forest with those funny Wiccans! Oh, zhe wonders of being a paganisic emo have never occurred to me until then." The Medic said. "So unless I get it in my eyes or mouth, I should be just- oh, wunderbar, a Butterfinger!" He said, going after a candy bar that was on the table until the Pyro had taken the bar, then went over to the corner and burned with some gasoline and his lighter, then scooping up some of the toxic blood with a spoon and pouring it ontop of the smoldering candy, clapping afterwards like a small child.

"As for me, mate? I come with me own antivenom. Works for everythin'. Trust me, it'll be the one thing that makes sure you come back from the Aussie bush alive." The Sniper said as he pulled out his signature jar of urine and started drinking it, getting disgusted looks from the rest of the team. "You just wait, lads... while the lots of you wankers are sittin' in a cheap bed hooked up ta IVs, I'm gonna be out splendorin' meself in the bush while cookin' some good ol' illegally hunted wildlife!"

The Demoman didn't explain himself. He just mumbled in a drunken slur as he leaned against a wall. "Ja, his liver is actually quite extraordinary. I tried to get his life insurance off him by poisoning him with 10oz arsenic, and not only did he tolerate it surprisingly well, but I woke up zhe next few days and looked at the news headlines, and the entire water supply was contaminated with arsenic material because of the concentration of it in his you-know-was!"

[Veise]

-snip-

Okay, 'buddy'

Also, actually, instead gonna have them stay.

---

Septette drew away from the toxic blood, pulling her brother to the best of her ability away as well. She clearly struggled with it considerably. "Grrr...it's times like these that I wish I had those 'superpowers' the most!" She complained as she managed to get his limp body to budge just a little.

[Greater South]

-snip-

Okay, 'buddy'

Also, actually, instead gonna have them stay.

---

Septette drew away from the toxic blood, pulling her brother to the best of her ability away as well. She clearly struggled with it considerably. "Grrr...it's times like these that I wish I had those 'superpowers' the most!" She complained as she managed to get his limp body to budge just a little.

"Don't worry; anyone tries to fuck wit' you while he's on his ass, we've got your back, aight?" The Scout said in comforting tone.

Meanwhile, the Medic was still trying to calibrate the Medigun, cursing in German as he hit the thing over an over again before he was finally able to re-activate the gun, laughing maniacally in relief as he finished.

"Haha! I have done it!" The Medic proclaimed loudly, heroically posing as a kazoo played in the distance, hugging his MediGun before marching toward Astre.

"Stand back, fraulein! I-" The Medic said before been cut off by the Soldier shouting for him.

"MEDIC! The Pyro cut my arm off again!" He said, holding his own arm with his free hand, saying it like a child who had his favourite toy broken by a bully.

"Pyro, stop cutting Soldier's arm off." Medic said in an annoyed tone as the Pyro, covered in blood and weilding an axe, gave a thumbs up and a giggle, before the Medic turned back to Astre.

"Where was I? O, ja! OKTOBERFEST!" The Medic laughed in utter insanity as his Medigun finally focused its' beam onto Astre, fixing the bleeding dent in his head.

[Low bloods]

Vixen waved as he walked back over behind the bar counter.


A few hours pass as the bar grows dark from the night as the doors are opened, a tall creature walks in, a loud crackling of bones could be heard accompanied by a muffled voice outside.
With two arms the man adjusts his hat, and the other two holster his revolvers. "Well this place seems like its had it's better days..."
He stepped over any toxic sludge and possibly any dead bodies before taking a seat at the bar.
"Yeah I'll have anything stronger than whiskey, fella."
He took his glass and downs it with a highly aggressive sound he looks around "Such a sad state but such good beverages. I've heard the damned come here but I never thought this would be the inside of the place."

[Veise]

Septette nodded to the Scout. Frankly, the Sniper drinking his own piss visibly disgusted her, but she was soon more interested in the work the Medigun started doing.

After the timeskip...

As Astre began to enter a less deepened state of unconsciousness, he felt his head placed upon something as soft as the clouds. He suddenly burst awake and saw Septette looming over him and realized his head was on his sister's thighs. Disgusted, he quickly rolled off and balanced himself on his elbow. He'd look down at Septette's thighs and then glared at her. Septette rolled her eyes and groaned, and substituted the lack of weight on her legs with her hands instead.

"You're awake." Septette commented.

"What the devil..." He began, cutting himself short with a grunt as he sat up, "...happened here?"

"You were knocked out by an explosive blast. I was injured but patch up by this...rough fellow." Septette explained. Astre narrowed his eyes. "...Those scoundrels who stole our blood escaped...and they were the ones who created the blast, anyways."

Astre groaned and tried to sit up, but Septette silently pleaded for him to not try that yet. He caved and allowed himself to be slumped against the counter.

[Low bloods]

Septette nodded to the Scout. Frankly, the Sniper drinking his own piss visibly disgusted her, but she was soon more interested in the work the Medigun started doing.

After the timeskip...

As Astre began to enter a less deepened state of unconsciousness, he felt his head placed upon something as soft as the clouds. He suddenly burst awake and saw Septette looming over him and realized his head was on his sister's thighs. Disgusted, he quickly rolled off and balanced himself on his elbow. He'd look down at Septette's thighs and then glared at her. Septette rolled her eyes and groaned, and substituted the lack of weight on her legs with her hands instead.

"You're awake." Septette commented.

"What the devil..." He began, cutting himself short with a grunt as he sat up, "...happened here?"

"You were knocked out by an explosive blast. I was injured but patch up by this...rough fellow." Septette explained. Astre narrowed his eyes. "...Those scoundrels who stole our blood escaped...and they were the ones who created the blast, anyways."

Astre groaned and tried to sit up, but Septette silently pleaded for him to not try that yet. He caved and allowed himself to be slumped against the counter.

"Have some whiskey,
it'll sooth any migraines."

[Deltanium]

Septette nodded to the Scout. Frankly, the Sniper drinking his own piss visibly disgusted her, but she was soon more interested in the work the Medigun started doing.

After the timeskip...

As Astre began to enter a less deepened state of unconsciousness, he felt his head placed upon something as soft as the clouds. He suddenly burst awake and saw Septette looming over him and realized his head was on his sister's thighs. Disgusted, he quickly rolled off and balanced himself on his elbow. He'd look down at Septette's thighs and then glared at her. Septette rolled her eyes and groaned, and substituted the lack of weight on her legs with her hands instead.

"You're awake." Septette commented.

"What the devil..." He began, cutting himself short with a grunt as he sat up, "...happened here?"

"You were knocked out by an explosive blast. I was injured but patch up by this...rough fellow." Septette explained. Astre narrowed his eyes. "...Those scoundrels who stole our blood escaped...and they were the ones who created the blast, anyways."

Astre groaned and tried to sit up, but Septette silently pleaded for him to not try that yet. He caved and allowed himself to be slumped against the counter.

"So, should I try and chase them with these? *shows the sides of her leather jacket, full of throwing knives.* I have some of these too. *shows other side, with attachable rockets* I am a really good thrower, and with those rocket things we can easily catch up to those dipshits." said the Kaiserin, with a devilish smile.

[Low bloods]

"I dont think the lad has it in him right now...
and the Las, she doesn't look like she is one to fight even that of a fly. I think he protects her, and without him she isn't really one to dirty her hands." The creature that rendered a ways back was seemingly trying to put together the situation or atleast attempt to guess.
"You're quite the deadly little one, huh?" He inspected the throwing knives the Kaiserin had hidden and chuckled.
"And who are you even pursuing, lackeys, to my knowledge the head of the operation blew himself up." He said as he looks at the robotic arm "Insane, the lot of you, and them. Interesting though, I might just stick around here."

[Planet Illysia]

The over-armed child soldier, Grenzer, entered the bar again clad in his most typical dress an armaments. His green beret was sullied by a grey ash across it.