Subject: Re: Ellay was only half-right about her claim
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Posted on: 2013-01-05 13:57:00 UTC
(I don't think borrower senses reach that far.)
Drustomiel rummaged in the opposite pocket to the one Ellay had been in and pulled out a bunch of coins. He put a few on the bar. One was a silver stag from the Song of Ice and Fire continuum, how it got there was a mystery due to it being locked. There were also three knuts and two worn coins of unknown origin.
Slowly the teen made her way through the steadily-growing crowd, towing along with her a badly-scarred blood elf who looked to be deathly white and suffering from a bad case of the shakes.
Caroline elbowed a person or two aside, then made her partner sit next to her at the bar before turning to SC and saying, "Veralyn needs lots and lots of booze. And I'll take a spiced chai tea, if you've got the stuff for it."
Aneis flew back downstairs and lighted on Caroline's shoulders happily.
SC, meanwhile, looked in horror at Veralyn. "What the hell have you two been DOING at the PPC?!" he demanded as he hurried to fetch the drinks.
Aneis covered her ears so as to block out SC's vulgarity, though her adoptive father Simon proved to be far worse when he was mad. By this point, she was fairly used to it.
"That's Aneis. Her adoptive father went and KO'd himself with Krogan Ryncol. I warned him that eating a grenade would hurt less, but why would he ever listen to me, right?" SC looked at Veralyn as she downed another keg. "Didn't take you for a fan of Orcish Brew."
SC briefly wondered if blood elves could get drunk, but then remembered Simon's jab at the Angelborn - "It takes the destruction of an entire ecosystem, but those sonsab*tches eventually stop holding their liquor."
SC shook his head and continued siphoning booze into the blood elf.
as a tall elf with incredibly fern like ears and trimmed black hair stubbed his toe on the bar stool. Glaring around to check if anyone had noticed, he sat down, then rapped on the bar to get the attention of the bar tender.
(Um, I don't have Permission, so any Sues killed are made up on the spot.)
A figure slunk out from a stand of trees. Ducking under the glowing window of the tavern, it crawled a few inches before standing up. A long bony arm slid from the tattered sleeve of the cloak. It looked down at a cracked, and dented watch that adornded the being's gaunt wrist. The thing swore softly, then sat down against a beer colored wooden wall. The safest time to enter a tavern is when the people(or other creatures.)inside are to drunk to see a stranger clearly. That would take another hour. Leaning sullenly against a wall, the thing decided it could wait.
(Any Sues killed are false, I don't have permission yet.)
Eagrus approached the bar, Cyba, Sigma and Phi in tow.
"Hello," he greeted SC. "I'll have something from my home continuum - whatever would be best to help an agent de-stress after a particularly bad mission. Oh, and three coffees for Cyba, Sigma and Phi, please." He rummaged around under his armour and produced a handful of coins originating from several different fantasy continua. Leaning in closer, he lowered his voice and continued: "Don't mind my companions; so long as they don't notice anything red, electric blue or purple, they should be fine. Oh, and - er - why is there an angel on your head?"
Privately, he had the distinct feeling that the story would be somewhat similar to how Monocle the Eldric War-Prince came to be with the Specs and Co, but he waited patiently nonetheless.
"Being chased by a swarm of assassins can't have been pleasant," he said.
"Especially when said assassins can free-run," added Cyba. "It can't have been easy to lose them."
((First post explained this one - either permission or no is fine.))
"Evening. Whatcha' need?" SC asked.
"One Firewhiskey and a clean pipette."
Thus were the results of working at a tavern.
causing a tiny yell of annoyance.
"Ellay, wake up," the elf said. "You're normally jumping off the walls at the first sign of humans." He lifted a tiny woman out of his pocket and onto the table.
"Well this time," snapped the borrower, "I'm not sure there are any humans around."
Drustomiel decided not to argue and waved the pipette around, "I ordered Firewhiskey." He used the pipette to fill the tiny cup Ellay produced.
As Simon was still clocked out upstairs, and was very much human - with a certain degree of Angel, but only in desperate situations.
And SC's nigh-godlike powers were very heavily restricted by a complicated set of rules, which he could only break in his own canons, effectively rendering him human.
But, SC figured the borrower wasn't interested in that.
(I don't think borrower senses reach that far.)
Drustomiel rummaged in the opposite pocket to the one Ellay had been in and pulled out a bunch of coins. He put a few on the bar. One was a silver stag from the Song of Ice and Fire continuum, how it got there was a mystery due to it being locked. There were also three knuts and two worn coins of unknown origin.
(Hence: only half right. ;D
What? No, I totally had that planned, what do you mean I'm full of myself, how rude!)
SC took the coins and deposited them with his book. Then, he proceeded to stare for a moment at the knuts, before also putting them with his book.
Ari winced as she walked over to the bar, her hand tightly wrapped around the cane-form of her Device. Ever since her battle with Nova, she'd needed it to walk most places, and apparently she still hadn't recovered enough for her to use her magic to actually fly yet.
She sighed, remembering the orders of Dr Kindheart. "...Tea, please."
( Dr Kindheart strikes fear into the heart of all who think to disobey her doctorial orders )
Ari smiled. "I'm fine. Of course, I'm not exactly over legal drinking age, so I have to make do with tea, but that's hardly a problem." She shrugged, wincing slightly. "So, who's she?" she asked, glancing at Orchid.
( Presumably Orchid doesn't know how Navare was recruited? Also, are we going with Game Theory magic with him, and his having a berserker gene taint> )
"Her?" Navare asked. "She is my partner, ma'am. She told me her name was Black Orchid - obviously an alias - but I was no so impolite as to inquire further. She hails from a dead RP."
(No, Black Orchid does not know. And yes, I'm going with GT magic for him, as well as him having the berserker gene. I assume that this takes place post-interlude in Ari's timeline?)
Ari nodded. "Oh? Well, hello then, Orchid." She glanced at the woman's all-black attire. "Navare, is your arm holding up well?"
( Indeed it does. )
"The cybernetics are in top condition, ma'am," he said. "Avegaar - my Device, that is - has also recovered from those..." -the mage frowned- "monsters' attacks. We are ready to scramble any time."
The Black Orchid slid SC a few gold coins - they were heavy and embossed with curving runes - and turned to Ari. "Hello there. I am called the Black Orchid." She bowed. "What do they call you?"
One of the benefits of not enforcing a definite currency system was that he got some unique payments. It made him something of a coin collector.
That said, he did still end up busting out his Sorcerer's Tome to try and figure out what these freaky-lookin' runes meant.
She nodded in thanks to SC as she sipped her tea. "I'm Ari. Former badfic clone of Alicia Testarossa. Well," she amended. "I suppose now I'm sort of a program of the Tome of Morning Sky, maybe? Or the admin program of the Tome fused with me." She frowned. "What was I saying? Oh, right. So, 'they' call you Black Orchid? Who's 'they'?"
( So, what style Device is Avegaar? )
The runes, once translated, stated that the coins were struck by 'Hercine's Mage Academy'.
Navare stared at Ari's explanation, but didn't say anything. Rather, he spun a ring - it was silver, and it had a blue jewel in its middle - on one of his fingers.
"'They' are basically everyone," the Black Orchid told Ari. "I myself am not sure whether I have any other name."
( Avegaar is Kabupatenic. I'm thinking of having it have a rifle form not unlike Storm Raider's. Avegaar is Dutch for 'auger'; Navare is Swedish for 'auger'. Hence the name. )
"Ari, right?" She stood up from her stool at the bar and walked over, a glass of red wine in her hand. "If you want someone to help test your magic, I can help. Or just a sparring partner whom you can go all-out on without worrying about killing them."
She stuck out a hand. "I'm Mike. Mike de Bergerac."
"Yeah. Well, I'm pretty sure that Dr Kindheart will strap me to a bed if I try any of my own magic," Ari said in annoyance. "So, I take it you're a mage of some kind?"
"Not as such. I'm a Heroic Spirit, and my Magic Resistance is Rank A+++. I'm almost completely immune to magic." Mike cocked her head. "Why would Dr. Kindheart do that?"
((You cheeky card game reference, you.))
"Hi, pardon me, not interrupting, just taking an order," SC said as he walked over to the elf-and-human duo.
"Have you perhaps some Miruvor here?" the Elf asked. "I hear tell that it is very good." He looked at his partner, whose attention was focussed on Navare, Ari, Mike and the Orchid. "I think he would like a bottle of Choya Umeshu."
"Miruvor is expensive here; as in, 'Galadriel hates it when I ask, so I have to charge higher' expensive. But, I can do that. And one thing of Choy Umeshu, coming up," SC said, plopping the two drinks down.
"I do not mind," the Elf said. "Des said once that 'you cannot have a cigar that is both cheap and good. Either it is good or it is cheap'." He took the Choya and slid it to Des, then sipped some of his own drink. "Say," he asked SC, "were there any Elves among your customers lately? Or goddesses of light?"
"Theia and Tera got called to team up with someone on an MGLN/Teen Titans badfic," she told him. "I don't know when they'll be back, but I can pass on a message if you like."
"Please tell Theia that I would very much like to meet her before I get sent to another mind-scarring mission," the Elf said, sipping from his drink.
"Oh? Another one? Want to rant?" She asked.
( Let me guess, this is his mission with Riaa?)
"Well, I didn't have much choice in turning into this. Frankly, I didn't even know that I would end up this way, but it was my best bet at beating her ," Ari said, grimacing.
I dunno if this counts as an assassination, but my favorite moment so far has been Kilroy and Mike warping in aboard a stolen Retribution-class Battleship and blowing up an entire, several-hundred-square-mile island. Lots of OCs died that day.
Kill the Xeno. Burn the Heretic. Purge the Unclean. In The Emperor's name, let none survive!
I'm trying to run a clean this-topic-only veteran sue-killer's tavern, here. I am NOT replacing skulls and sweeping up bolter shells.
And I still proclaim that to be the best use of interdimensional pockets ever.
You don't happen to serve amasec, do you? I haven't had a proper drink in years.
...asked Teh Specs.
Normally, it was easy to differentiate between him and Specs, because Specs was a loose cannon personality and was gentle like a train. But he let it slide - people were enjoying themselves, and if his roommates Caroline and Veralyn were to be believed, he reeeeeaaally didn't want to know what was in the Inquisitor's pockets.
SC opened a fresh bottle and popped it down by the pair, then returned to his coin translating.
...if it's worth doing, it's worth OVERdoing!
That joke's as dead as Dobby.
I need to find that mission...
(Also, careful about the spelling, yes? Replacement and specific don't have an s in them. :D)
My spelling problems are solved! Mostly!
Any whom, sorry for the late response, but here is the Death by Poe fic. It is a pirates of the Caribbean mary sue fic where the Mary Sue is a prostitute (though she refuses to admit it) who falls in love with Bootstrap Bill (pre barnicalification, thank god) and is the 'mother' of Will. The poem used to kill her... well, I wont spoil it, but the name of the Sue is Anna-Belle. The mission is called: Twas Many and Many a Year Ago, in a Nondescript Random Town by the Sea. I do not know how to HTML... things. God that just looks like atrocious grammar, but I don't know how to fix it! Anyway, just look on the wiki for it.
('Cept you missed the 'h' in have. XD I tease, I tease.)
HTML can be tricky. With links, just type link title (minus the spaces in front of the a's.)
That way, you'll come up with something like this: A link to the wiki! :D
I can't believe I missed that.
Anyway, thanks for the help. Normally one would link to some site to prove they understood, but I just tested it on the preview and it works. Thanks.
Don't worry - my computer's 'F' key sticks a bit, so I have to be really careful with words like 'of' and 'from'.
Ya be welcome. :D
Your last paragraph kind of reminds me of a Nanoha poster I found.
Something like, "I'll beat the friendship into you," or sommat.
Rather fitting for that Eldritch abomination story, I think.