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

[Veise]

"Well, I-" Scout was going to repeat as he glaced at Astre's angry expression. "I was about to ask you to go out, but I see you might already have a boyfriend there, really well dressed as well. I mean, I thought Spy was all fancy wherever he went, but you make Kim Kardashian look like Oliver Twist! I'll just leave ya be, alright? But if he ain't right for ya, jus' let me though, and I'll pop over there and show you how much of a MAN I am!" The Scout said as he flexed his small muscles in an attempt to impress her, only to be met with a facepalm by the Spy and some snickers from Sniper, Heavy and Soldier.

"Aw, yeah, look at dis! BOOM! You know they call me the sex machine, baby? Believe me, I'll make you feel way better than he evah will!" The Scout said.

"Please, just ignore him. He is but a mere fool and a spineless imbecile who probably wouldn't make it through a Dr. Seuss book." the Spy mentioned.

"HEY! I don't know what any of those words mean, but I bet they're bad, so screw you, Frenchie!" The Scout yelled to Spy as he pointed at him. "This girl is onto me like a magnet, Spy, she knows it, 'cause NOBODY can resist the Scout! NOBODY!"

Septette cringed. "Oh...no. Astre there is my brother." She explained. Septette just pinched the bridge of her nose in general embarrassment.

Astre, were he a cartoon, would be steaming like a tea-kettle.

[The Rapture Republic]

OOC: A group of stores is called a marketplace in Rapture.

”Oh, really? Then do explain the occurrence of rumors, your highness. It be wise to investigate before a theoretical scenario that could happen, happen, eh? And if you know who is back and is setting sights on your nation. Many innocents will perish.” Replied, VictorNet. By ‘who you know who’ he was referring to the Vonstein, who managed to speed shockwaves throughout the many worlds of the multiverse at the time of the Lightning Wars, where all timelines and eras were thrown onto the frontlines to face this ultimate evil. Only now emerging back into the minds of individuals believed to have been vanquished once and for all.

He gave a great sigh and sat down. ”I am a Royal Highness, commoner.” He was silent for a moment and pinched the bridge of his nose. ”Tell me everything you know.”

VictorNet smirked, once he got the interest of the snobby brat.”I’ll tell you everything I know, once you lose the divine attitude and speak like a normal mortal being. As you aristocrats bleed the same as everyone else.” Well, except for VictorNet, since he’s a Machine as that is quite obvious.”Can you agree to that Astrie? Or shall I keep the intel hidden as your kingdom is devoured by the beast.” VictorNet extended his chucky grin.


OOC: FYI - I am planning a roleplay involving Astrie as the main protagonist as the next generation hero to fight against the malice of Victor Vonstein. Whereas, Vonstein in this roleplay has no connection with the Rapture, whatsoever.

[Veise]

VictorNet smirked, once he got the interest of the snobby brat.”I’ll tell you everything I know, once you lose the divine attitude and speak like a normal mortal being. As you aristocrats bleed the same as everyone else.” Well, except for VictorNet, since he’s a Machine as that is quite obvious.”Can you agree to that Astrie? Or shall I keep the intel hidden as your kingdom is devoured by the beast.” VictorNet extended his chucky grin.


OOC: FYI - I am planning a roleplay involving Astrie as the main protagonist as the next generation hero to fight against the malice of Victor Vonstein. Whereas, Vonstein in this roleplay has no connection with the Rapture, whatsoever.

"Tch. Unfortunately I don't know how to speak like an illiterate pig." Astre said, scoffing. "I can, at the least, refrain from commenting on your lack of noble blood."

//Come on, dude. Spell it right. Astre is literally French for 'luminary'.

[Third Kingdom]

well iscrewed it badly i said sorry but still.....

[Veise]

well iscrewed it badly i said sorry but still.....

//...Are you okay?

[Third Kingdom]

well iscrewed it badly i said sorry but still.....

//...Are you okay?

no but who cares

[Cult of the Black Beast]

"Well, how'd you know I was-" Voormeulen said as then Dodmyrdet touched to the doctor's forehead, and once the images came in through, Voormeulen's face went blank. Those images were actually fairly familiar, nothing far off from where he worked, but it seemed to have a more supernatural theme to it. The ritual the wizards were doing to create their abomination intrigued him most; being able to produce life just like that is something Voormeulen could've only dreamed of. If only he could replicate this ritual, but he would never be entirely in condition to do so, as well as the fact that it'd be against his scientific stance. Still, Werdgeboorte might have been a success if he had contact with these being prior.

"Ah, sorry. Sorry. Thing is, you wouldn't swallow these ones, you just chew on them for a minute or two and they'd magically make your breath smell better, but I suppose it's a fair risk still." Pieter stated. "And wait... there's lots of you, being cloned for an army? It's like my own dream come true. An army of clones, disposable units that'd fight without mercy, ones we can then dispose of in the oncoming peace times after the Afrikaaner dream has been achieved."

"I might just know how, my leier." Voormeulen stated. "The creature has granted me access to the process. While details are vague and it is uncertain of if we are of any capability to do such a proccess, it is possible." Voormeulen said to Pieter in a shocked tone.

(Well, actually, you can just TG it to me, I'm happy to recieve stuff like that. The Ryk's themes involve mass genocide, Turner Diaries-levels of racism, graphic torture that makes Junko Furuta's death look like a mere slap on the ear, unethical experimentation, child murder, mass rape, etc., etc... I'm ready for whatever you throw at me.)

"I speak through the mind." Dødmyrdet said, still speaking exclusively telepathically. "Your thoughts are like an open book, Doktor Voormuelen." The slaktkriger stared at Voormeulen, her mask still bearing a blank, sad expression, while blood trickled down from eyesockets emitting bright red light, not unlike two spotlights. The lights were strange and wondrous, worthy of drawing all attention...*

"Clone? No, the clone spell is not part of my creation process. And I am hardly a disposable unit. My construction is expensive. The magics required are powerful, the materials rare and priceless, and the quantity of blood, vast. I am not some cheap tin soldier, Pieter van der Blekkenhorst. I am a champion built of the highest quality adamantine, built to the highest possible standards." These words came out different, with a cold, calculating, passive-aggressive tone. She flared her red lights again, trying to draw Pieter in with the red lights...*


*This is one of a slaktkriger's many powers being used; a supernatural ability called "Macabre Gaze". Anyone looking in her eyes while that goes off must make a D.C. 25 Will save or be fascinated.

"Tch. Unfortunately I don't know how to speak like an illiterate pig." Astre said, scoffing. "I can, at the least, refrain from commenting on your lack of noble blood."

//Come on, dude. Spell it right. Astre is literally French for 'luminary'.

"You contain noble blood? I wonder if any of my blood is noble. It is quite possible; I am made of the blood of millions." Dødmyrdet said telepathically, her huge metal form leaking blood everywhere, from every crease and joint.

[Solisian Union]

A tall woman with a small sun orbiting around her head walks into the bar and finds a vacant stool. She gets on the top of it and calls the bartender for

"A mug of whiskey with a lot of ice please!"

[Greater South]

"Well, I-" Scout was going to repeat as he glaced at Astre's angry expression. "I was about to ask you to go out, but I see you might already have a boyfriend there, really well dressed as well. I mean, I thought Spy was all fancy wherever he went, but you make Kim Kardashian look like Oliver Twist! I'll just leave ya be, alright? But if he ain't right for ya, jus' let me though, and I'll pop over there and show you how much of a MAN I am!" The Scout said as he flexed his small muscles in an attempt to impress her, only to be met with a facepalm by the Spy and some snickers from Sniper, Heavy and Soldier.

"Aw, yeah, look at dis! BOOM! You know they call me the sex machine, baby? Believe me, I'll make you feel way better than he evah will!" The Scout said.

"Please, just ignore him. He is but a mere fool and a spineless imbecile who probably wouldn't make it through a Dr. Seuss book." the Spy mentioned.

"HEY! I don't know what any of those words mean, but I bet they're bad, so screw you, Frenchie!" The Scout yelled to Spy as he pointed at him. "This girl is onto me like a magnet, Spy, she knows it, 'cause NOBODY can resist the Scout! NOBODY!"

Septette cringed. "Oh...no. Astre there is my brother." She explained. Septette just pinched the bridge of her nose in general embarrassment.

Astre, were he a cartoon, would be steaming like a tea-kettle.

"Oh, yer brother!" the Scout said in surprise. "Uh... okay, so that means you're single, right?"

"Scout, just stop this before it escalates." Spy advised Scout, putting his hand on his should, which Scout just shoved off.

"Spy, c'mon! I don't give two shits about flashy over there! I've done in plenty of guys like him, the dime-a-dozen backstabbin' scumbags. Like you!" Scout chuckled. "C'mon, Spy, she's perfect material for me!"

"She's not like one of your fried chicken tramps, Scout. She is a proper woman." the Spy said in an assertive tone. "And as far as she can tell, she is not into you whatsoever."

"Oh, c'mon! You saw how I got Pauling! My charm's gonna work with any girl in the world, and nobody in the world can say otherwise! Not you and not the glitter-shiny highwayman over 'ere, alright? Believe me, Spy. She's totally into me."

"I haven't the heart to tell him yet that whole thing with Pauling was just a ploy to make Scout feel good about himself... maybe I shouldnt've set it up in the first place, sacrebleu..." The Spy muttered as he sat back down.

The Scout would turn back to the girl, leaning on the counter. "So, uh... ya ever seen me with my shirt off? I'm telling ya, I make the statue of David look like Danny DeVito!"

[Low bloods]

A set of large tables shifted along the walls of the saloon, a few sets of large cloth tossed onto them. Shadow creatures rush from under the counters setting up various foods, burgers to full on cooked hog and Turkey. Burgers of various meats and sandwiches of various preparation.
A salad bar for those watching their diet, fruits to vegetables, deserts to snacks, pastas to lasagna, whatever you name it... just not kebabs.

"I Got a little bored, eat, dont eat. Converse, dont converse,. All is fine by me." Kairi spokewith a wide grin on her face surely she was riled up cooking for two days straight.
"Oh and the foods free."

Vixen who was constantly using shadows to gather supplies and prepare was rather exhausted. Black rings were under his eyes but he still wore a strong silent look with his fancy attire, just not so much a smile.

[Veise]

"Oh, yer brother!" the Scout said in surprise. "Uh... okay, so that means you're single, right?"

"Scout, just stop this before it escalates." Spy advised Scout, putting his hand on his should, which Scout just shoved off.

"Spy, c'mon! I don't give two shits about flashy over there! I've done in plenty of guys like him, the dime-a-dozen backstabbin' scumbags. Like you!" Scout chuckled. "C'mon, Spy, she's perfect material for me!"

"She's not like one of your fried chicken tramps, Scout. She is a proper woman." the Spy said in an assertive tone. "And as far as she can tell, she is not into you whatsoever."

"Oh, c'mon! You saw how I got Pauling! My charm's gonna work with any girl in the world, and nobody in the world can say otherwise! Not you and not the glitter-shiny highwayman over 'ere, alright? Believe me, Spy. She's totally into me."

"I haven't the heart to tell him yet that whole thing with Pauling was just a ploy to make Scout feel good about himself... maybe I shouldnt've set it up in the first place, sacrebleu..." The Spy muttered as he sat back down.

The Scout would turn back to the girl, leaning on the counter. "So, uh... ya ever seen me with my shirt off? I'm telling ya, I make the statue of David look like Danny DeVito!"

"Of course I haven't. I've never even met you." Septette said, absentmindedly picking at her fingernails.

"You will not slander the Crestet royal name, commoner." Astre said to Scout, standing up.

"Relax, Astre, I can resolve the situation on my own." she replied.

"I hope so." Astre said sternly, giving a 'hmph' and sitting back down.

[Greater South]

"Oh, yer brother!" the Scout said in surprise. "Uh... okay, so that means you're single, right?"

"Scout, just stop this before it escalates." Spy advised Scout, putting his hand on his should, which Scout just shoved off.

"Spy, c'mon! I don't give two shits about flashy over there! I've done in plenty of guys like him, the dime-a-dozen backstabbin' scumbags. Like you!" Scout chuckled. "C'mon, Spy, she's perfect material for me!"

"She's not like one of your fried chicken tramps, Scout. She is a proper woman." the Spy said in an assertive tone. "And as far as she can tell, she is not into you whatsoever."

"Oh, c'mon! You saw how I got Pauling! My charm's gonna work with any girl in the world, and nobody in the world can say otherwise! Not you and not the glitter-shiny highwayman over 'ere, alright? Believe me, Spy. She's totally into me."

"I haven't the heart to tell him yet that whole thing with Pauling was just a ploy to make Scout feel good about himself... maybe I shouldnt've set it up in the first place, sacrebleu..." The Spy muttered as he sat back down.

The Scout would turn back to the girl, leaning on the counter. "So, uh... ya ever seen me with my shirt off? I'm telling ya, I make the statue of David look like Danny DeVito!"

"Of course I haven't. I've never even met you." Septette said, absentmindedly picking at her fingernails.

"You will not slander the Crestet royal name, commoner." Astre said to Scout, standing up.

"Relax, Astre, I can resolve the situation on my own." she replied.

"I hope so." Astre said sternly, giving a 'hmph' and sitting back down.

"Oh, sorry. I was under the impression that I'd just have a natural impression on girls like this." the Scout said, flexing his arms still. "I was told... by God... that I was BORN a sex machine. I mean, you're not bad yourself, so you and I could DEFINITELY go places, provided you got the money." He said walking around Septette before laughing and playfully slapping her on the behind.

[Third Kingdom]

ipunished myself and they think i'm mad at them and i said no, they dont believe me nor did ibother explaining

[Veise]

"Oh, sorry. I was under the impression that I'd just have a natural impression on girls like this." the Scout said, flexing his arms still. "I was told... by God... that I was BORN a sex machine. I mean, you're not bad yourself, so you and I could DEFINITELY go places, provided you got the money." He said walking around Septette before laughing and playfully slapping her on the behind.

Septette would flinch as her bottom was struck. "Ah!"

In an instant later, Astre's response could only be described as a blur, a lion's roar, and then a JJBA To Be Continued cut.

ipunished myself and they think i'm mad at them and i said no, they dont believe me nor did ibother explaining

Dude, get help. What's happening?

[Greater South]

"Oh, sorry. I was under the impression that I'd just have a natural impression on girls like this." the Scout said, flexing his arms still. "I was told... by God... that I was BORN a sex machine. I mean, you're not bad yourself, so you and I could DEFINITELY go places, provided you got the money." He said walking around Septette before laughing and playfully slapping her on the behind.

Septette would flinch as her bottom was struck. "Ah!"

In an instant later, Astre's response could only be described as a blur, a lion's roar, and then a JJBA To Be Continued cut.

ipunished myself and they think i'm mad at them and i said no, they dont believe me nor did ibother explaining

Dude, get help. What's happening?

"Ya dun goofed, partner." The Engineer shouted as he tuned his guitar.

"Aw, cra-" The Scout said as he was presumably tackled by Astre.

[Veise]

"Ya dun goofed, partner." The Engineer shouted as he tuned his guitar.

"Aw, cra-" The Scout said as he was presumably tackled by Astre.

Septette saw her enraged twin brother reel his fist back. Embarrassed at having her butt slapped, she covered her eyes and turned away, heard the sound of bowling pins be knocked over en masse, and swore she felt the floorboards shake.

[Greater South]

"Ya dun goofed, partner." The Engineer shouted as he tuned his guitar.

"Aw, cra-" The Scout said as he was presumably tackled by Astre.

Septette saw her enraged twin brother reel his fist back. Embarrassed at having her butt slapped, she covered her eyes and turned away, heard the sound of bowling pins be knocked over en masse, and swore she felt the floorboards shake.

The entire team flinched as they saw the hit land on the Scout's face.

As it turns out, Astre's punch had caused the Scout's cranium to come loose, his brain flying outwards like diet cola with Mentos. The Medic, looking onto this, immediately rushed to the Scout and sat him upright, scooping his brain carefully into his hands and carelessly plopping it back into the inside of his skull, completely upside down, before looking for spinal fluid supplement, eventually giving up and putting in vinegar instead, using hot glue to refix the Scout's cranium to his head before finishing the job.

As life somehow came back to the Scout, he felt a little odd. He remembered all the previous events, but something felt off about him...

"うわー、それはファックのように傷ついたけど、それは彼女が彼女に持っていたいくつかの良いお尻でした！" The Scout said, replying with the team looking on, confused.

"...何?"

[Veise]

The entire team flinched as they saw the hit land on the Scout's face.

As it turns out, Astre's punch had caused the Scout's cranium to come loose, his brain flying outwards like diet cola with Mentos. The Medic, looking onto this, immediately rushed to the Scout and sat him upright, scooping his brain carefully into his hands and carelessly plopping it back into the inside of his skull, completely upside down, before looking for spinal fluid supplement, eventually giving up and putting in vinegar instead, using hot glue to refix the Scout's cranium to his head before finishing the job.

As life somehow came back to the Scout, he felt a little odd. He remembered all the previous events, but something felt off about him...

"うわー、それはファックのように傷ついたけど、それは彼女が彼女に持っていたいくつかの良いお尻でした！" The Scout said, replying with the team looking on, confused.

"...何?"

Astre blew on his fist, which was smoking, as if it were the revolver of Clint Eastwood. "Hmph. That should do it."

Septette looked back, embarrassment visibly waning as her face gradually lost its reddening. "Astre, you broke him." She stated, slightly irritated. "He's speaking some foreign tongue!" She rubbed her slightly sore hip.

"An unintended but regardless acceptable result." was Astre's response. He sat back down. "By God, what does it take to get a white wine in this establishment?" He complained.

[Third Kingdom]

"Oh, sorry. I was under the impression that I'd just have a natural impression on girls like this." the Scout said, flexing his arms still. "I was told... by God... that I was BORN a sex machine. I mean, you're not bad yourself, so you and I could DEFINITELY go places, provided you got the money." He said walking around Septette before laughing and playfully slapping her on the behind.

Septette would flinch as her bottom was struck. "Ah!"

In an instant later, Astre's response could only be described as a blur, a lion's roar, and then a JJBA To Be Continued cut.

ipunished myself and they think i'm mad at them and i said no, they dont believe me nor did ibother explaining

Dude, get help. What's happening?

its been settled

[Low bloods]

Septette would flinch as her bottom was struck. "Ah!"

In an instant later, Astre's response could only be described as a blur, a lion's roar, and then a JJBA To Be Continued cut.

Dude, get help. What's happening?

its been settled

Vixen picks his head up and yawns "What? Hmmm, it'll take some time to decode you.
Your sense always lacks after all, ever since we were left."
Vixen rubs his eyes a bit.

The entire team flinched as they saw the hit land on the Scout's face.

As it turns out, Astre's punch had caused the Scout's cranium to come loose, his brain flying outwards like diet cola with Mentos. The Medic, looking onto this, immediately rushed to the Scout and sat him upright, scooping his brain carefully into his hands and carelessly plopping it back into the inside of his skull, completely upside down, before looking for spinal fluid supplement, eventually giving up and putting in vinegar instead, using hot glue to refix the Scout's cranium to his head before finishing the job.

As life somehow came back to the Scout, he felt a little odd. He remembered all the previous events, but something felt off about him...

"うわー、それはファックのように傷ついたけど、それは彼女が彼女に持っていたいくつかの良いお尻でした！" The Scout said, replying with the team looking on, confused.

"...何?"

Astre blew on his fist, which was smoking, as if it were the revolver of Clint Eastwood. "Hmph. That should do it."

Septette looked back, embarrassment visibly waning as her face gradually lost its reddening. "Astre, you broke him." She stated, slightly irritated. "He's speaking some foreign tongue!" She rubbed her slightly sore hip.

"An unintended but regardless acceptable result." was Astre's response. He sat back down. "By God, what does it take to get a white wine in this establishment?" He complained.

"The old man made you some, but it's been out for two days..." Vixen said as he eyes a glass that was sitting where Aster had taken a seat not too long ago.

"But here let me get you another glass." He said with a light sigh and a smirk

[Third Kingdom]

its been settled

Vixen picks his head up and yawns "What? Hmmm, it'll take some time to decode you.
Your sense always lacks after all, ever since we were left."
Vixen rubs his eyes a bit.

i burnt food for forget it then got yelled at well at yelled at exactly

[Low bloods]

Vixen picks his head up and yawns "What? Hmmm, it'll take some time to decode you.
Your sense always lacks after all, ever since we were left."
Vixen rubs his eyes a bit.

i burnt food for forget it then got yelled at well at yelled at exactly

"You must be wasted my friend. But I understand." He laughs "It was just a mistake,
mistakes are common in life. Don't let it get to you too much as nothing good will come of it.
A simple mistake should be forgiven if handled properly,
take us for example, a simple mistake on everyone's part landed us in the shoes we wear today. But there's no use letting the worn things get the better of us, we're here and kicked is all that matters."
Vixen nods. It had been awhile since he spoke in terms of his own thought and beliefs, but he couldn't help but to smirk.

[Planet Illysia]

i burnt food for forget it then got yelled at well at yelled at exactly

"You must be wasted my friend. But I understand." He laughs "It was just a mistake,
mistakes are common in life. Don't let it get to you too much as nothing good will come of it.
A simple mistake should be forgiven if handled properly,
take us for example, a simple mistake on everyone's part landed us in the shoes we wear today. But there's no use letting the worn things get the better of us, we're here and kicked is all that matters."
Vixen nods. It had been awhile since he spoke in terms of his own thought and beliefs, but he couldn't help but to smirk.

//I have a faint feeling not a lot of what Third Kingdom is saying is IC

[Third Kingdom]

i burnt food for forget it then got yelled at well at yelled at exactly

"You must be wasted my friend. But I understand." He laughs "It was just a mistake,
mistakes are common in life. Don't let it get to you too much as nothing good will come of it.
A simple mistake should be forgiven if handled properly,
take us for example, a simple mistake on everyone's part landed us in the shoes we wear today. But there's no use letting the worn things get the better of us, we're here and kicked is all that matters."
Vixen nods. It had been awhile since he spoke in terms of his own thought and beliefs, but he couldn't help but to smirk.

that istrue. yet we remain ilonger than i shoukldve

[Low bloods]

"You must be wasted my friend. But I understand." He laughs "It was just a mistake,
mistakes are common in life. Don't let it get to you too much as nothing good will come of it.
A simple mistake should be forgiven if handled properly,
take us for example, a simple mistake on everyone's part landed us in the shoes we wear today. But there's no use letting the worn things get the better of us, we're here and kicked is all that matters."
Vixen nods. It had been awhile since he spoke in terms of his own thought and beliefs, but he couldn't help but to smirk.

//I have a faint feeling not a lot of what Third Kingdom is saying is IC

OOC: Yeah, that's usually how it is. I still treat it as so. It's kinda a thing we do every now and then.
Though a character IC hint towards things that happen OC when interacting with him.
With him he kinda is his own character, in a constant IC OC style.
He's been around for a long while. Probably a little drunk as he usually is. As it happens from time to time.
I feel we go a ways back, this use to be the norm when he was more active.

"You must be wasted my friend. But I understand." He laughs "It was just a mistake,
mistakes are common in life. Don't let it get to you too much as nothing good will come of it.
A simple mistake should be forgiven if handled properly,
take us for example, a simple mistake on everyone's part landed us in the shoes we wear today. But there's no use letting the worn things get the better of us, we're here and kicked is all that matters."
Vixen nods. It had been awhile since he spoke in terms of his own thought and beliefs, but he couldn't help but to smirk.

that istrue. yet we remain ilonger than i shoukldve

"Should've, would've,
could've. We are still around. You drunk and I tired. And that's how things are, I guess. "