Low bloods wrote:Foxfound wrote:The saloon's terminal emptiness is interrupted when Z, the kumiho who thinks she's a kitsune, staggers through the door. She seems to have gotten a bucket stuck on her foot, somehow. After finally managing to kick it off, she sidles up to the bar.
"I can't believe this place has been empty for a literal month..."
She dusts off a bit of the bar counter and a stool, but just as she's about to sit down she seems to get an idea. She (somewhat awkwardly) vaulted over to the other side of the bar and proceeded to dust off the whole length of it, before leaning on the counter and surveying the main room in front of her.
"Maybe if I'm here to serve people drinks, the place won't stay empty," she says, not really believing it but keeping up a smile.
Suddenly a shadow appears behind her
"Ahh, so you wish to go down the route I have" Vixen sat on the bar counter and chuckles "I tried everything, first I started by bartending, I tried riling up the Raider tribes around us to try to make this place have more depth, I went out on ventures, I've let my shadows interact with people to give the place a nice shine, and tried to turn the place into a diner." He listed off as he pulls out a bag with a container, containing a sandwich, he proceeds to take the sub out of the container and eat. "This place is looked over by those that people don't quite get along with you see... And as for my friends who hung around they've even tried, became things they are not, gone on ventures. Some have come and shared nice arks with each other.
But my personal opinion im torn at the though that this place has faded so drastically- and I am uncertain if this is the start or the end.
It lacks character, it lacks story, it's a shell, a shadow of its former self." Vixen shook his head and sighed as he shrugs, offering her the other half of his sandwich "It's a hopeless effort, as I've had assistants in the past. But its always a great sight when I see an old or even a new face. And who knows, I could always use a hand around the place, after all mouffan doesn't do anything. Sometimes I question if the old bat is still alive."
Mouffan would probably give an annoyed
harrumph, just out of earshot.
Z listened intently and nodded. Though it probably wouldn't make sense to say she understood completely, whoever was writing for her certainly did.
"Well, if I can be of some help here now and again, I'd be glad to. Though it's like you say, I suppose. This place has lost whatever character it once had. That can happen to any place when people forget about it."
The normally... well, let's be honest, immature girl paced seriously around the room.
"I'll be honest, I'm not sure what we can do to solve this problem. We could try to spread word of this place to more people, sure, but that will only do so much. We need to get people to stay. The immediate area around the saloon is... well, it's pretty featureless, isn't it? But I'm sure there's somewhere interesting out there that could be explored. We could use this saloon as a sort of hub for adventures of some kind, maybe? Surely people like adventures. I don't know. I'm not always... great, at fixing things."