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

[Knights Mare Nostrum]

He laughs, "That is quite the history and explanation. I'm not sure I fully understand. You are a collective, where everyone is a ruler? Or everyone is connected to a ruler so you all lead? I am not sure I understand. However, your history seems incredibly interesting, I must learn more later."

"Oh no, it's a soul that passes on by death.
Those that hold the soul it gain a hand full of abilities." A few spirits of older rulers appeared in and out of existence as the King of Corpses acts as a projector for the fallen kings and queens.

"I dont think we all lead, just alot of advice and second opinions."

"So I've been told," Slaine replied. As much as she enjoyed banter, she'd rather him cut to the chase. She crossed her arms over her bosom. "We can keep this up if you buy me a drink, or for free I'll hear you out if you cut to the chase."

The knight cups his hands over his mouth to amplify. "He wants to get in your pants!" The knight laughed and sighed "But he best not try anything funny on my watch." He mumbled and glared around a bit before letting out a sigh.

"Oh, bally hell, real subtle, you damned overcompensator," Thomas said, sighing. "What does he know? I bet that codpiece of his is carrying no more than a thimble."

Meanwhile, the other three had seen the knight, questioning between themselves.

"That man of armour looks particularly strange, dear Grandmaster," Thelonius said.

"Don't get your hopes up high, Thelonius. He's probably just another cosplayer looking to relax for a while." The archer stated as well, twirling an arrow in her hand.

"Yes, but it's best we look past our doubts as well. Maybe he really does belong to an order. But which one?" Baldassar questioned.

"Not sure myself. But, by graciousness, he's even more flashier than those samurai." Thelonius commented. "What I'd give to have our suits more like that."

[Low bloods]

"Oh no, it's a soul that passes on by death.
Those that hold the soul it gain a hand full of abilities." A few spirits of older rulers appeared in and out of existence as the King of Corpses acts as a projector for the fallen kings and queens.

"I dont think we all lead, just alot of advice and second opinions."

The knight cups his hands over his mouth to amplify. "He wants to get in your pants!" The knight laughed and sighed "But he best not try anything funny on my watch." He mumbled and glared around a bit before letting out a sigh.

"Oh, bally hell, real subtle, you damned overcompensator," Thomas said, sighing. "What does he know? I bet that codpiece of his is carrying no more than a thimble."

Meanwhile, the other three had seen the knight, questioning between themselves.

"That man of armour looks particularly strange, dear Grandmaster," Thelonius said.

"Don't get your hopes up high, Thelonius. He's probably just another cosplayer looking to relax for a while." The archer stated as well, twirling an arrow in her hand.

"Yes, but it's best we look past our doubts as well. Maybe he really does belong to an order. But which one?" Baldassar questioned.

"Not sure myself. But, by graciousness, he's even more flashier than those samurai." Thelonius commented. "What I'd give to have our suits more like that."

"My codpiece holds more than you'll ever know my friend." He laughs for a moment Before facpalming his helmet making a loud metallic thump as he listened to the group.

[Planet Illysia]

"Really? You wanted to get in my pants?" Slaine deadpanned, yet a tsunami of sarcasm still poured off from her. "I didn't know. How interesting."

[Low bloods]

"I didn't know I was so informative!" He laughs in heroic manner, though it was rather out of character he surely seemed to be having some fun.

[Soviet Tankistan]

“I believe I am stuck here if there is not a location,” Ivan said to Rasputin.

[Yegla Islands]

“I believe I am stuck here if there is not a location,” Ivan said to Rasputin.

"Ah well, you might want to go consult that gentleman over there in the fancy armour. I believe he had a solution for you - something to do with rifts?"

Rasputin thought for a moment, then turned to the bartender.

"Could I have an empty glass please? Any size will do."

[Low bloods]

“I believe I am stuck here if there is not a location,” Ivan said to Rasputin.

"Ah well, you might want to go consult that gentleman over there in the fancy armour. I believe he had a solution for you - something to do with rifts?"

Rasputin thought for a moment, then turned to the bartender.

"Could I have an empty glass please? Any size will do."

Vixen hands him a glass "Bring your own drink?"

[Yegla Islands]

Rasputin nodded.

"You could say that."

From within his jacket, he retrieved a hip flask. Pouring a measure of clear liquid into the glass, he proceeded to drop in several hexagonal black capsules, which quickly conveyed their colouring to the fluid. Next, he drew out a few small vials, and poured varying amounts of brightly-coloured powders and crystals into the mixture. The contents of the glass were now frothing slightly, as he withdrew one final object from his jacket.

It looked more or less like a gray shotgun shell, marked with a stylized "T". Rolling up his sleeve, Rasputin simply slotted it into his forearm, and then held his hand over the glass for a few seconds, muttering under his breath. The shell was ejected from his arm with a puff of pressurized smoke, and he caught it deftly, placing it back into his pocket. Withdrawing his hand from the glass, he glanced at its contents. The liquid was no longer black, but neon orange, and glowed faintly. He grunted.

"Looks like I got the proportions right, at least."

In one fluid motion, he raised the glass, downed its contents and placed it back on the tabletop. A few sparks flashed in his hair.

He handed it back to the bartender.

"I suggest washing it thoroughly. Maybe autoclave for good measure."

[Fatatatutti]

"A woman walks into a bar," the General said, without raising her face from the bar. "She says, 'Tenderbar, tenderbar, give me a tinimar. I have terrible burnheart.'

"The bartender says, 'What?'

"The woman repeats, 'Tenderbar, tenderbar, give me a tinimar. I have terrible burnheart.'

"The bartender asks, 'One more time?'

"The woman repeats, for the third time, 'Tenderbar, tenderbar, give me a tinimar. I have terrible burnheart.'

"The bartender says, 'First... I'm not a tenderbar; I'm a bar-tender. Second... it's not a tinimar; it's a mar-tini. And third... you don't have terrible burnheart. Your tits are in the ashtray."

[Knights Mare Nostrum]

"Oh, bally hell, real subtle, you damned overcompensator," Thomas said, sighing. "What does he know? I bet that codpiece of his is carrying no more than a thimble."

Meanwhile, the other three had seen the knight, questioning between themselves.

"That man of armour looks particularly strange, dear Grandmaster," Thelonius said.

"Don't get your hopes up high, Thelonius. He's probably just another cosplayer looking to relax for a while." The archer stated as well, twirling an arrow in her hand.

"Yes, but it's best we look past our doubts as well. Maybe he really does belong to an order. But which one?" Baldassar questioned.

"Not sure myself. But, by graciousness, he's even more flashier than those samurai." Thelonius commented. "What I'd give to have our suits more like that."

"My codpiece holds more than you'll ever know my friend." He laughs for a moment Before facpalming his helmet making a loud metallic thump as he listened to the group.

"Like what? a cocktail of crabs and syphillis, I assume?" Thomas chuckled back. "I have no ill with you, though. Your personal qualms are none my issue."

"Actually, before we continue on our own paths, may I ask, if you are a true knight, then what order do you belong to?" Baldassar asked. "Templars? Hospitaller? Teutonic? Livonian? St. John? D'Arc?"

[Low bloods]

"My codpiece holds more than you'll ever know my friend." He laughs for a moment Before facpalming his helmet making a loud metallic thump as he listened to the group.

"Like what? a cocktail of crabs and syphillis, I assume?" Thomas chuckled back. "I have no ill with you, though. Your personal qualms are none my issue."

"Actually, before we continue on our own paths, may I ask, if you are a true knight, then what order do you belong to?" Baldassar asked. "Templars? Hospitaller? Teutonic? Livonian? St. John? D'Arc?"

"im glad to say that your assumptions are wrong." He nods.
"I was member of an old Lowbloodian order about five hundered years ago before it was cleaned off the map. I've fallen away from looking for paths to follow, but why do you ask?"

[Knights Mare Nostrum]

"Like what? a cocktail of crabs and syphillis, I assume?" Thomas chuckled back. "I have no ill with you, though. Your personal qualms are none my issue."

"Actually, before we continue on our own paths, may I ask, if you are a true knight, then what order do you belong to?" Baldassar asked. "Templars? Hospitaller? Teutonic? Livonian? St. John? D'Arc?"

"im glad to say that your assumptions are wrong." He nods.
"I was member of an old Lowbloodian order about five hundered years ago before it was cleaned off the map. I've fallen away from looking for paths to follow, but why do you ask?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just so strange for a man such as yourself to wear a suit of armour off duty. Must be the nostalgia, I presume." Baldassar chuckled. "It's alright. Once your days of chivalry are over, I suppose it's hard to find a direction to go to, especially when all your life all you've known is fighting for your lord and saviour and for the good of your faith. I wonder what it'd take to restore your order?" He inquired.

[Planet Illysia]

Slaine chuckled. She took it that the knight had found the other's sour spot and that put a swift halt to the flirting. He wasn't too bad at it either, but the concept of casanovas was long dead to her.

[Low bloods]

"im glad to say that your assumptions are wrong." He nods.
"I was member of an old Lowbloodian order about five hundered years ago before it was cleaned off the map. I've fallen away from looking for paths to follow, but why do you ask?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just so strange for a man such as yourself to wear a suit of armour off duty. Must be the nostalgia, I presume." Baldassar chuckled. "It's alright. Once your days of chivalry are over, I suppose it's hard to find a direction to go to, especially when all your life all you've known is fighting for your lord and saviour and for the good of your faith. I wonder what it'd take to restore your order?" He inquired.

"The one that lead it and its purpose has long passed." He looked at his armor and thought to himself. "I wear this old set because it keeps me alive, I slay monstrosities, this area is a cluster of odd creatures that lurk around as some even banish or trap them here. In these lands."
He nods it was obvious he had no faith. "I have a sense of chivalry I'm just not drivin by it perhaps in a sense I'm a sellsword."

[Zena Mudina]

He laughs, "That is quite the history and explanation. I'm not sure I fully understand. You are a collective, where everyone is a ruler? Or everyone is connected to a ruler so you all lead? I am not sure I understand. However, your history seems incredibly interesting, I must learn more later."

"Oh no, it's a soul that passes on by death.
Those that hold the soul it gain a hand full of abilities." A few spirits of older rulers appeared in and out of existence as the King of Corpses acts as a projector for the fallen kings and queens.

"I dont think we all lead, just alot of advice and second opinions."

(OOC:Sorry school caught up to me)
"Ah, thank you for clarifying. How about a toast, to our health, may we find our purpose and walk the right path."

[Low bloods]

"Oh no, it's a soul that passes on by death.
Those that hold the soul it gain a hand full of abilities." A few spirits of older rulers appeared in and out of existence as the King of Corpses acts as a projector for the fallen kings and queens.

"I dont think we all lead, just alot of advice and second opinions."

(OOC:Sorry school caught up to me)
"Ah, thank you for clarifying. How about a toast, to our health, may we find our purpose and walk the right path."

He held his glass over his head and opens his mouth expecting somthing but receiving only a drop "a refill is required but my glass is raised in heart."

[Aragon Station]

Andrew Ryker and his A.I. assistant appeared in the Saloon.

"Wow Kira you weren't lying that wormhole portal works like a charm!" Andrew said.

"I knew it would work, though there was a 9999999.99% you would get vaporize during the travel." Kira said.

"9999999.99%?! What your saying is I could've died why didn't you tell me?" Andrew asked.

"If I told you wouldn't go with the plan." Kira said.

"Just be glad we are the 1% that survives."

[Planet Illysia]

Andrew Ryker and his A.I. assistant appeared in the Saloon.

"Wow Kira you weren't lying that wormhole portal works like a charm!" Andrew said.

"I knew it would work, though there was a 9999999.99% you would get vaporize during the travel." Kira said.

"9999999.99%?! What your saying is I could've died why didn't you tell me?" Andrew asked.

"If I told you wouldn't go with the plan." Kira said.

"Just be glad we are the 1% that survives."

"That's some interesting math you've got there," Slaine quipped, leaning her head against a fist with an elbow on the counter and holding her legs crossed.

[Aragon Station]

Andrew Ryker and his A.I. assistant appeared in the Saloon.

"Wow Kira you weren't lying that wormhole portal works like a charm!" Andrew said.

"I knew it would work, though there was a 9999999.99% you would get vaporize during the travel." Kira said.

"9999999.99%?! What your saying is I could've died why didn't you tell me?" Andrew asked.

"If I told you wouldn't go with the plan." Kira said.

"Just be glad we are the 1% that survives."

"That's some interesting math you've got there," Slaine quipped, leaning her head against a fist with an elbow on the counter and holding her legs crossed.

"Indeed it is ever since I became operational I have studied wormhole science and calaculations." Kira said.

"Well not everyone is a super smart A.I. like you Kira." Andrew said.

"Or you could try studying Mr. Ryker." Kira suggested.

"Pffft me study? No thanks why do I need that when I am in charge of the largest casino space station in the Multiverse." Andrew said.

[Yegla Islands]

"A woman walks into a bar," the General said, without raising her face from the bar. "She says, 'Tenderbar, tenderbar, give me a tinimar. I have terrible burnheart.'

"The bartender says, 'What?'

"The woman repeats, 'Tenderbar, tenderbar, give me a tinimar. I have terrible burnheart.'

"The bartender asks, 'One more time?'

"The woman repeats, for the third time, 'Tenderbar, tenderbar, give me a tinimar. I have terrible burnheart.'

"The bartender says, 'First... I'm not a tenderbar; I'm a bar-tender. Second... it's not a tinimar; it's a mar-tini. And third... you don't have terrible burnheart. Your tits are in the ashtray."

Rasputin looked over to the General.

"That was quite possibly the worst joke I've ever heard. An impressive feat, to be sure."

He focused a little more - and indeed, the effects of the concoction he had just swallowed lessened enough to allow his eyes to focus.

"No offense, but you seem to be a little under the age limit for the legal purchase of alcohol."

He glanced around the bar area, and to the twisting fields beyond the windows.

"If there even is such a thing here."

[Foxfound]

(Oops, sorry. I forgot.)

"Well, it's okay if I don't know what it was that attacked me. I'm fine now. And it's not like it can hurt me again when I'm like this."

"If you're sure they can't hurt you... but it is better to be safe." Phoenix said grimly.

"I know." She nodded. "I try my best to stay safe. And there's people who wouldn't let anyone or anything hurt me."

~

Just when it seemed like things were finally moving toward summer, the sky began to cloud up, and before long a light snow had turned into a raging blizzard.

Around the same time an old car pulled up outside and a young man in faded clothes walked in.

"Looks like Old Man Winter isn't going to let Spring get the last word."

He sat at a table, where Humbold and Wiltshire were already getting a card game ready. This must have been some old card pal they were expecting.

[Area 6-Z]

Overseer Victoria Quinn entered the Saloon as she looked around the inside still looked good like always. This was Victoria's favorite place to visit and it is not because of the drinks she comes here to relax and forget all of her stress back home, so that when she came back to Area 6-Z she would help the community with a good mindset.

Though lately her stress has been very high lately mostly from other multiversal leaders who criticize her for going far and beyond to help the people in her community claiming she wasn't a great politican.

How am I suppose to act like a politican given to what is going on in my world? I'm no prime minister, president or any type of national leader... I'm like everybody else in my community trying to survive and help others. Victoria thought to herself as she sat down at a table.

[Low bloods]

On another note: The saloon doors creaked open as a woman
dressed in shades of a midnight jade with crimson undertones. She held in her hand a staff as her posture was weak her formal wears were not taken kindly to the immense heat.
Her eyes were wide as she thought that there was no harmony in a wasteland such as the one she traveled. Though with further inspection the eyes were cloudy and white like the hair she had burned up under her hat in which she so often adjusted.
Quickly she took a seat and ordered a glass of water.

Overseer Victoria Quinn entered the Saloon as she looked around the inside still looked good like always. This was Victoria's favorite place to visit and it is not because of the drinks she comes here to relax and forget all of her stress back home, so that when she came back to Area 6-Z she would help the community with a good mindset.

Though lately her stress has been very high lately mostly from other multiversal leaders who criticize her for going far and beyond to help the people in her community claiming she wasn't a great politican.

How am I suppose to act like a politican given to what is going on in my world? I'm no prime minister, president or any type of national leader... I'm like everybody else in my community trying to survive and help others. Victoria thought to herself as she sat down at a table.

Oni took notice to her presence and waves "Howdy there stranger."

[Area 6-Z]

On another note: The saloon doors creaked open as a woman
dressed in shades of a midnight jade with crimson undertones. She held in her hand a staff as her posture was weak her formal wears were not taken kindly to the immense heat.
Her eyes were wide as she thought that there was no harmony in a wasteland such as the one she traveled. Though with further inspection the eyes were cloudy and white like the hair she had burned up under her hat in which she so often adjusted.
Quickly she took a seat and ordered a glass of water.

Overseer Victoria Quinn entered the Saloon as she looked around the inside still looked good like always. This was Victoria's favorite place to visit and it is not because of the drinks she comes here to relax and forget all of her stress back home, so that when she came back to Area 6-Z she would help the community with a good mindset.

Though lately her stress has been very high lately mostly from other multiversal leaders who criticize her for going far and beyond to help the people in her community claiming she wasn't a great politican.

How am I suppose to act like a politican given to what is going on in my world? I'm no prime minister, president or any type of national leader... I'm like everybody else in my community trying to survive and help others. Victoria thought to herself as she sat down at a table.

Oni took notice to her presence and waves "Howdy there stranger."

"Hey there." Victoria greeted.

[Low bloods]

On another note: The saloon doors creaked open as a woman
dressed in shades of a midnight jade with crimson undertones. She held in her hand a staff as her posture was weak her formal wears were not taken kindly to the immense heat.
Her eyes were wide as she thought that there was no harmony in a wasteland such as the one she traveled. Though with further inspection the eyes were cloudy and white like the hair she had burned up under her hat in which she so often adjusted.
Quickly she took a seat and ordered a glass of water.

Oni took notice to her presence and waves "Howdy there stranger."

"Hey there." Victoria greeted.

"What brings you here?" Oni tilts his head "for me it's the shakes, beats the hot weather that passes through the lands." He nods and orders another glass as he had finished his.