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

[Fatatatutti]

Alphonse flew up onto the bar, waddled over to General Castro-Stalina, looked her in the eyes and quacked.

"Yes," she replied, "I think they really believe they're spooks and space aliens - just like you really believe you're a talking duck."

Alphonse quacked again.

"Yes, it is a little ironic that I'm talking to a talking duck."

Alphonse turned to Fish's bowl and pecked at the glass. Fish came out of his castle. Alphonse quacked. Fish blinked.

"I told you so," the General shrugged.

[Foxfound]

The spirit girl who was in the saloon earlier rematerialized.

"You've been all across the galaxy? Have you ever seen any other ghosts like me anywhere? I'm curious."

“Yes I have. From Coruscant the capital to the Outer Rim. I’ve seen ghosts yes. I even had to apphrend a ghost once.” Leo explained. “have we met before? I’m Leo Adama of the Galatic PD.” He continued as he had some more of his juice

"I don't think so. My name's Kiri, and I'm from a place called Foxfound, on what used to be Earth. Mom said the planet broke apart or something years before I was born, and that now if you walk to far you'll fall off the edge. Or something like that."

Alphonse flew up onto the bar, waddled over to General Castro-Stalina, looked her in the eyes and quacked.

"Yes," she replied, "I think they really believe they're spooks and space aliens - just like you really believe you're a talking duck."

Alphonse quacked again.

"Yes, it is a little ironic that I'm talking to a talking duck."

Alphonse turned to Fish's bowl and pecked at the glass. Fish came out of his castle. Alphonse quacked. Fish blinked.

"I told you so," the General shrugged.

"Well, I am actually a 'spook', or a ghost, or whatever. Yūrei is actually the more correct term. Are there no ghosts in your world?"

The curious girl was semi-transparent and floating above the ground. Even if she wasn't an actual ghost, she certainly wasn't a regular human.

[Low bloods]

Alphonse flew up onto the bar, waddled over to General Castro-Stalina, looked her in the eyes and quacked.

"Yes," she replied, "I think they really believe they're spooks and space aliens - just like you really believe you're a talking duck."

Alphonse quacked again.

"Yes, it is a little ironic that I'm talking to a talking duck."

Alphonse turned to Fish's bowl and pecked at the glass. Fish came out of his castle. Alphonse quacked. Fish blinked.

"I told you so," the General shrugged.

"I thought this was a saloon, not a barn house..."
The man let out a sigh as he glanced into his glass.
"You don't see me bringing my horse in here and sharing a drink with her.

And it's vary close minded of someone to mirror a negative conversation through a duck.
You could be making more use of it by making a meal of it."

[Captaincy of Calidia]

President Petit and Captain Laurent took seats at the bar. The President crossed her legs and adjusted her glasses. "I will take a...drink of coffee, yes."

Laurent sighed. "Please do not sleep in your chair tonight." He didn't get an answer back. "Anyways, I will take a drink of beer, I suppose!"

[Low bloods]

President Petit and Captain Laurent took seats at the bar. The President crossed her legs and adjusted her glasses. "I will take a...drink of coffee, yes."

Laurent sighed. "Please do not sleep in your chair tonight." He didn't get an answer back. "Anyways, I will take a drink of beer, I suppose!"

"What brings you two to these parts?" Vixen asked as he served their drinks

[Captaincy of Calidia]

"What brings you two to these parts?" Vixen asked as he served their drinks

"We're from Calidia. We thought visiting this multiversal anomaly would be exciting!" Laurent said, taking a sip.

"He thought it would and practically dragged me here." complained Chrissy, who eyed her coffee as if it were jewelry.

Laurent chuckled. "She overworks herself."

[Netherspace]

"What brings you two to these parts?" Vixen asked as he served their drinks

"We're from Calidia. We thought visiting this multiversal anomaly would be exciting!" Laurent said, taking a sip.

"He thought it would and practically dragged me here." complained Chrissy, who eyed her coffee as if it were jewelry.

Laurent chuckled. "She overworks herself."

The Priest looked around. “Multiversal? Oh, you mean this place. I suppose it could be considered an extradimensional invasion of some sort, but it isn’t very threatening. Plus, I don’t want to get on Mr. Baphomet’s bad side.”

[Low bloods]

"What brings you two to these parts?" Vixen asked as he served their drinks

"We're from Calidia. We thought visiting this multiversal anomaly would be exciting!" Laurent said, taking a sip.

"He thought it would and practically dragged me here." complained Chrissy, who eyed her coffee as if it were jewelry.

Laurent chuckled. "She overworks herself."

"You two a couple?" Vixen questioned with a brow raised.
"This place isnt any resort, but it's fairly relaxing to the individual. A shame the place became a ghost town." He chuckles

"We're from Calidia. We thought visiting this multiversal anomaly would be exciting!" Laurent said, taking a sip.

"He thought it would and practically dragged me here." complained Chrissy, who eyed her coffee as if it were jewelry.

Laurent chuckled. "She overworks herself."

The Priest looked around. “Multiversal? Oh, you mean this place. I suppose it could be considered an extradimensional invasion of some sort, but it isn’t very threatening. Plus, I don’t want to get on Mr. Baphomet’s bad side.”

Vixens grin grew from a normal smirk to a more twisted as he leans on the bar counter." His shadows rested a cup beside him as he took a drink the aroma of chocolate stirred around the bar counter.
"You're standing in the remanes of a few universes, quite the amount of dead as well.
All done by one fellow. The Ram.
A whisper was heard and just like that everything vanished...
My bar, my friends, whipped. The only ones that still lurk around are either insane or hidden in the darkest of depths."
Vixen took another sip with a silent pause.
"You need a drink?"

[Netherspace]

The Priest looked around. “Multiversal? Oh, you mean this place. I suppose it could be considered an extradimensional invasion of some sort, but it isn’t very threatening. Plus, I don’t want to get on Mr. Baphomet’s bad side.”

Vixens grin grew from a normal smirk to a more twisted as he leans on the bar counter." His shadows rested a cup beside him as he took a drink the aroma of chocolate stirred around the bar counter.
"You're standing in the remanes of a few universes, quite the amount of dead as well.
All done by one fellow. The Ram.
A whisper was heard and just like that everything vanished...
My bar, my friends, whipped. The only ones that still lurk around are either insane or hidden in the darkest of depths."
Vixen took another sip with a silent pause.
"You need a drink?"

“You aren’t the only one who can talk like that...” He leaned in, and the the lights began to flicker. “Imagine, watching thousands of worlds burning and dying, and then watching each one again a thousand times over. Black tendrils appear from the ground and tear people to pieces in front of your eyes, and terrible behemoths crush cities beneath their feet. And once everything around you is ash, you do it again, and again, and again, until you can find a way to save them all. But you can never save them all, because he is always there, just one step ahead, always plotting your end.” The entire saloon went dark, but for an instant, Vixen could see a flash of a small piece of an infinite horror. “Ghamid is always ready.”

Then, the lights turned back on, and the Priest handed him a glass. “You need a drink?”

[Captaincy of Calidia]

"We're from Calidia. We thought visiting this multiversal anomaly would be exciting!" Laurent said, taking a sip.

"He thought it would and practically dragged me here." complained Chrissy, who eyed her coffee as if it were jewelry.

Laurent chuckled. "She overworks herself."

"You two a couple?" Vixen questioned with a brow raised.
"This place isnt any resort, but it's fairly relaxing to the individual. A shame the place became a ghost town." He chuckles

Chrissy would sigh in defeat and Laurent would nervously laugh. Clearly, they had dealt with this accusation before. "No, no, we're not!" Laurent, still clearly in a good mood, reassured him.

"I'm actually more than ten years his senior, anyways. That would be most crude." Chrissy stated.

[Low bloods]

Vixens grin grew from a normal smirk to a more twisted as he leans on the bar counter." His shadows rested a cup beside him as he took a drink the aroma of chocolate stirred around the bar counter.
"You're standing in the remanes of a few universes, quite the amount of dead as well.
All done by one fellow. The Ram.
A whisper was heard and just like that everything vanished...
My bar, my friends, whipped. The only ones that still lurk around are either insane or hidden in the darkest of depths."
Vixen took another sip with a silent pause.
"You need a drink?"

“You aren’t the only one who can talk like that...” He leaned in, and the the lights began to flicker. “Imagine, watching thousands of worlds burning and dying, and then watching each one again a thousand times over. Black tendrils appear from the ground and tear people to pieces in front of your eyes, and terrible behemoths crush cities beneath their feet. And once everything around you is ash, you do it again, and again, and again, until you can find a way to save them all. But you can never save them all, because he is always there, just one step ahead, always plotting your end.” The entire saloon went dark, but for an instant, Vixen could see a flash of a small piece of an infinite horror. “Ghamid is always ready.”

Then, the lights turned back on, and the Priest handed him a glass. “You need a drink?”

Vixen shook his head and chuckled "It was a cute trick there, with the lights and all.
But what you have explained, I've been through it.
That's literally why I'm here.
Same story, different name, different god/creature."

Vixen was still holding the glass he had, he looks to it and refused the offer. "I already have a drink."

"You two a couple?" Vixen questioned with a brow raised.
"This place isnt any resort, but it's fairly relaxing to the individual. A shame the place became a ghost town." He chuckles

Chrissy would sigh in defeat and Laurent would nervously laugh. Clearly, they had dealt with this accusation before. "No, no, we're not!" Laurent, still clearly in a good mood, reassured him.

"I'm actually more than ten years his senior, anyways. That would be most crude." Chrissy stated.

"My relations have been a bar higher and lower than my own over the years.
Nothing too shameful."
He laughs. "However it was my mistake. You two seem close is all so my curiosity got the best of me."

[San Lumen]

"Why is it whenever I take a nap in upstairs i miss great stuff?" Leo asked as he reentered the room.

[Captaincy of Calidia]

"My relations have been a bar higher and lower than my own over the years.
Nothing too shameful."
He laughs. "However it was my mistake. You two seem close is all so my curiosity got the best of me."

"No worries! It's nothing, really! Thing is, she's the President, and I'm...how do I explain it..." Laurent began.

"...He's the ceremonial 'king' in air quotes." Chrissy explained. She took a heavy sip of her coffee. "Sweet life returns to me..."

[Sioperon]

As the doors opened, into the saloon came a group of historical-looking charactures; A woman clad in a white dress with navy blue patterns hovering above her bare feet, as well as a golden crown of sorts, who was entitled Queen Tiva, and four men who appeared to be her guard, wielding a nine-foot-long spear with a painful-looking head on both ends as well as a shield.

"Wow, to be honest, I thought this place was going to be more shinier and bright, but..." The Queen sighed as she sat down. "I guess the beauty of our world of antiquity didn't seem to be a priority."

"Well, to be honest, this mysterious food they call the 'hamburger' was quite delightful, my queen." One of the guard commented.

"Delightful? Archytos, I think those deformed gyros might as very well be killing you." Tiva commented.

[San Lumen]

As the doors opened, into the saloon came a group of historical-looking charactures; A woman clad in a white dress with navy blue patterns hovering above her bare feet, as well as a golden crown of sorts, who was entitled Queen Tiva, and four men who appeared to be her guard, wielding a nine-foot-long spear with a painful-looking head on both ends as well as a shield.

"Wow, to be honest, I thought this place was going to be more shinier and bright, but..." The Queen sighed as she sat down. "I guess the beauty of our world of antiquity didn't seem to be a priority."

"Well, to be honest, this mysterious food they call the 'hamburger' was quite delightful, my queen." One of the guard commented.

"Delightful? Archytos, I think those deformed gyros might as very well be killing you." Tiva commented.

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"Hello friends. Welcome. Im Officer Leo Adama of the Galactic Police."

[Low bloods]

"My relations have been a bar higher and lower than my own over the years.
Nothing too shameful."
He laughs. "However it was my mistake. You two seem close is all so my curiosity got the best of me."

"No worries! It's nothing, really! Thing is, she's the President, and I'm...how do I explain it..." Laurent began.

"...He's the ceremonial 'king' in air quotes." Chrissy explained. She took a heavy sip of her coffee. "Sweet life returns to me..."

"Must be a fun nation." He chuckles

"Why is it whenever I take a nap in upstairs i miss great stuff?" Leo asked as he reentered the room.

"Time isnt always on ones side."

As the doors opened, into the saloon came a group of historical-looking charactures; A woman clad in a white dress with navy blue patterns hovering above her bare feet, as well as a golden crown of sorts, who was entitled Queen Tiva, and four men who appeared to be her guard, wielding a nine-foot-long spear with a painful-looking head on both ends as well as a shield.

"Wow, to be honest, I thought this place was going to be more shinier and bright, but..." The Queen sighed as she sat down. "I guess the beauty of our world of antiquity didn't seem to be a priority."

"Well, to be honest, this mysterious food they call the 'hamburger' was quite delightful, my queen." One of the guard commented.

"Delightful? Archytos, I think those deformed gyros might as very well be killing you." Tiva commented.

"I ran out of polish for the wood long ago... and the stuff that happens here is well..
difficult to repair."

[San Lumen]

"No worries! It's nothing, really! Thing is, she's the President, and I'm...how do I explain it..." Laurent began.

"...He's the ceremonial 'king' in air quotes." Chrissy explained. She took a heavy sip of her coffee. "Sweet life returns to me..."

"Must be a fun nation." He chuckles

"Why is it whenever I take a nap in upstairs i miss great stuff?" Leo asked as he reentered the room.

"Time isnt always on ones side."

As the doors opened, into the saloon came a group of historical-looking charactures; A woman clad in a white dress with navy blue patterns hovering above her bare feet, as well as a golden crown of sorts, who was entitled Queen Tiva, and four men who appeared to be her guard, wielding a nine-foot-long spear with a painful-looking head on both ends as well as a shield.

"Wow, to be honest, I thought this place was going to be more shinier and bright, but..." The Queen sighed as she sat down. "I guess the beauty of our world of antiquity didn't seem to be a priority."

"Well, to be honest, this mysterious food they call the 'hamburger' was quite delightful, my queen." One of the guard commented.

"Delightful? Archytos, I think those deformed gyros might as very well be killing you." Tiva commented.

"I ran out of polish for the wood long ago... and the stuff that happens here is well..
difficult to repair."

"Cleary its not." Leo explained to his friend. " Despite my abilities I need my rest. Being a Galactic Officer is very tiring." Leo continued

[Fatatatutti]

Alphonse flew up onto the bar, waddled over to General Castro-Stalina, looked her in the eyes and quacked.

"Yes," she replied, "I think they really believe they're spooks and space aliens - just like you really believe you're a talking duck."

Alphonse quacked again.

"Yes, it is a little ironic that I'm talking to a talking duck."

Alphonse turned to Fish's bowl and pecked at the glass. Fish came out of his castle. Alphonse quacked. Fish blinked.

"I told you so," the General shrugged.

"Well, I am actually a 'spook', or a ghost, or whatever. Yūrei is actually the more correct term. Are there no ghosts in your world?"

The curious girl was semi-transparent and floating above the ground. Even if she wasn't an actual ghost, she certainly wasn't a regular human.

The General shrugged again. "There are no ghosts in my world when I'm sober. And the duck and fish are harder to understand too."

"I thought this was a saloon, not a barn house..."
The man let out a sigh as he glanced into his glass.
"You don't see me bringing my horse in here and sharing a drink with her.

And it's vary close minded of someone to mirror a negative conversation through a duck.
You could be making more use of it by making a meal of it."

Alphonse quacked loudly.

"Well, I didn't bring them," the General said. They came on their own... and apparently they drove. If there's a 1959 Cadillac parked outside, that belongs to the Fish."

Fish came out of his castle and blinked at her.

"The black one," she added. "He doesn't know who owns the other one." She took a drink. "As for eating Alphonse..." A very large and very old cap-and-ball revolver had emerged from the fishbowl, though she wasn't sure if anybody else saw it. "The Fish is very protective."

[Low bloods]

"Well, I am actually a 'spook', or a ghost, or whatever. Yūrei is actually the more correct term. Are there no ghosts in your world?"

The curious girl was semi-transparent and floating above the ground. Even if she wasn't an actual ghost, she certainly wasn't a regular human.

The General shrugged again. "There are no ghosts in my world when I'm sober. And the duck and fish are harder to understand too."

"I thought this was a saloon, not a barn house..."
The man let out a sigh as he glanced into his glass.
"You don't see me bringing my horse in here and sharing a drink with her.

And it's vary close minded of someone to mirror a negative conversation through a duck.
You could be making more use of it by making a meal of it."

Alphonse quacked loudly.

"Well, I didn't bring them," the General said. They came on their own... and apparently they drove. If there's a 1959 Cadillac parked outside, that belongs to the Fish."

Fish came out of his castle and blinked at her.

"The black one," she added. "He doesn't know who owns the other one." She took a drink. "As for eating Alphonse..." A very large and very old cap-and-ball revolver had emerged from the fishbowl, though she wasn't sure if anybody else saw it. "The Fish is very protective."

"A fish driving. Now that's somthing I gotta see." He pulls out a revolver of his own "Dont pull anything fishy my friend." He grins for a second before laughing,
he holsters his weapon before ordering another drink.

"Must be a fun nation." He chuckles

"Time isnt always on ones side."

"I ran out of polish for the wood long ago... and the stuff that happens here is well..
difficult to repair."

"Cleary its not." Leo explained to his friend. " Despite my abilities I need my rest. Being a Galactic Officer is very tiring." Leo continued

"being on the laws side is tiring for the most part. Hell any line of work I'd tiring if you try hard enoug."

[Foxfound]

"Well, I am actually a 'spook', or a ghost, or whatever. Yūrei is actually the more correct term. Are there no ghosts in your world?"

The curious girl was semi-transparent and floating above the ground. Even if she wasn't an actual ghost, she certainly wasn't a regular human.

The General shrugged again. "There are no ghosts in my world when I'm sober. And the duck and fish are harder to understand too."

"I thought this was a saloon, not a barn house..."
The man let out a sigh as he glanced into his glass.
"You don't see me bringing my horse in here and sharing a drink with her.

And it's vary close minded of someone to mirror a negative conversation through a duck.
You could be making more use of it by making a meal of it."

Alphonse quacked loudly.

"Well, I didn't bring them," the General said. They came on their own... and apparently they drove. If there's a 1959 Cadillac parked outside, that belongs to the Fish."

Fish came out of his castle and blinked at her.

"The black one," she added. "He doesn't know who owns the other one." She took a drink. "As for eating Alphonse..." A very large and very old cap-and-ball revolver had emerged from the fishbowl, though she wasn't sure if anybody else saw it. "The Fish is very protective."

"If it weren't for the revolver that fish was wielding, I'd say you only think you can talk to them because you're drunk. But who am I to talk? My very existence probably violates every law of physics there is."

She looked at Alphonse.

"How'd you learn to understand what he says anyway?"

[Sioperon]

"No worries! It's nothing, really! Thing is, she's the President, and I'm...how do I explain it..." Laurent began.

"...He's the ceremonial 'king' in air quotes." Chrissy explained. She took a heavy sip of her coffee. "Sweet life returns to me..."

"Must be a fun nation." He chuckles

"Why is it whenever I take a nap in upstairs i miss great stuff?" Leo asked as he reentered the room.

"Time isnt always on ones side."

As the doors opened, into the saloon came a group of historical-looking charactures; A woman clad in a white dress with navy blue patterns hovering above her bare feet, as well as a golden crown of sorts, who was entitled Queen Tiva, and four men who appeared to be her guard, wielding a nine-foot-long spear with a painful-looking head on both ends as well as a shield.

"Wow, to be honest, I thought this place was going to be more shinier and bright, but..." The Queen sighed as she sat down. "I guess the beauty of our world of antiquity didn't seem to be a priority."

"Well, to be honest, this mysterious food they call the 'hamburger' was quite delightful, my queen." One of the guard commented.

"Delightful? Archytos, I think those deformed gyros might as very well be killing you." Tiva commented.

"I ran out of polish for the wood long ago... and the stuff that happens here is well..
difficult to repair."

"I suppose it's a little funny... for a place built in the name of moderation, a few screws must have come loose here." Tiva said as she sat back.

"Well, I am actually a 'spook', or a ghost, or whatever. Yūrei is actually the more correct term. Are there no ghosts in your world?"

The curious girl was semi-transparent and floating above the ground. Even if she wasn't an actual ghost, she certainly wasn't a regular human.

The General shrugged again. "There are no ghosts in my world when I'm sober. And the duck and fish are harder to understand too."

"I thought this was a saloon, not a barn house..."
The man let out a sigh as he glanced into his glass.
"You don't see me bringing my horse in here and sharing a drink with her.

And it's vary close minded of someone to mirror a negative conversation through a duck.
You could be making more use of it by making a meal of it."

Alphonse quacked loudly.

"Well, I didn't bring them," the General said. They came on their own... and apparently they drove. If there's a 1959 Cadillac parked outside, that belongs to the Fish."

Fish came out of his castle and blinked at her.

"The black one," she added. "He doesn't know who owns the other one." She took a drink. "As for eating Alphonse..." A very large and very old cap-and-ball revolver had emerged from the fishbowl, though she wasn't sure if anybody else saw it. "The Fish is very protective."

Tiva looked at Castro-Stalina and did a double take on the situation, the guards sitting beside her, one twirling around his spear.

"Erm... what is up with that fish there? And what is that hanging around the bowl?" Tiva asked.

[Captaincy of Calidia]

"Is that an ancient Greek? This really is the multiverse!" Laurent gleefully commented.

Chrissy hammered down a hefty sip of her coffee. "And she broke the fourth wall, most subtly as well." She commented.

"So did you!"

[Sioperon]

"Is that an ancient Greek? This really is the multiverse!" Laurent gleefully commented.

Chrissy hammered down a hefty sip of her coffee. "And she broke the fourth wall, most subtly as well." She commented.

"So did you!"

Tiva then turned around to Chrissy and Laurent. "Well, we're not exactly Greek... well, we are, actually... it's very complicated."

"Don't worry; half the time, people confuse us Sioperot Valkan guard with the Spartans. And I wouldn't blame them... we've been trained in their tactics." One guard commented. "By the way, do you have any more of those wonderful 'hamburgers'? I'd kill for some! Not literally, of course..."

[Captaincy of Calidia]

Tiva then turned around to Chrissy and Laurent. "Well, we're not exactly Greek... well, we are, actually... it's very complicated."

"Don't worry; half the time, people confuse us Sioperot Valkan guard with the Spartans. And I wouldn't blame them... we've been trained in their tactics." One guard commented. "By the way, do you have any more of those wonderful 'hamburgers'? I'd kill for some! Not literally, of course..."

"No, sorry." Laurent shook his head towards the guard and turned to his comrade. "You don't look very excited, Chrissy. It's quite akin to a time machine!"

"Mhmm." Chrissy downed some more coffee. "So, what it your share of the multiverse like?"

[Sioperon]

Tiva then turned around to Chrissy and Laurent. "Well, we're not exactly Greek... well, we are, actually... it's very complicated."

"Don't worry; half the time, people confuse us Sioperot Valkan guard with the Spartans. And I wouldn't blame them... we've been trained in their tactics." One guard commented. "By the way, do you have any more of those wonderful 'hamburgers'? I'd kill for some! Not literally, of course..."

"No, sorry." Laurent shook his head towards the guard and turned to his comrade. "You don't look very excited, Chrissy. It's quite akin to a time machine!"

"Mhmm." Chrissy downed some more coffee. "So, what it your share of the multiverse like?"

"If by multiverse, you mean known world, then I guess it's pretty good over here. I mean, there is the worry of those old Hellenic states coming back to bite us, as well as the Romans wanting a piece of us along with our Greek bretheren... but other than that, everything is pretty okay here. Just recently got back from seeing the oukoupiés of Dyskolos! Really funny play, it was." Tiva said as she took out some grapes and ate them.