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Post by DanteMGalileo on Nov 4, 2015 20:53:03 GMT -5
There were probably more glamourous ways for a pair of 700-something dark angel twins to spend their days than running a bar.
But Lobazotah Aipaloovik and Lobozotoh Hyperion, better known as simply Loba and Lobo, knew no other way to spend those days. Besides, the bar was their baby, their horrible 50-year-old baby.
Loba sighed and wiped her forehead with a rag, wet with sweat from hanging banners all day long. She gave a small smirk as a muscular winged man descended from the ceiling, covered in rubble from repairing the roof all day long. The man's form dissolved into light, and Lobo reappeared in his more familiar small form. "Having fun, bro?" she teased, causing the green-eyed twin to roll his eyes.
"Yeah, if you call nearly getting eaten by a giant spider fun. Seriously sis, what the hell did I say about exotic pets?"
Loba made a mock-dumb face and remarked, "Only if they're poisonous and/or bigger than you!"
"No, DON'T bring home exotic pets, period! Stick with matagots, cerberuses, and leviathans! Y'know, normal pets!"
Loba let out a laugh and lightly punched Lobo in the arm, causing him to rub the struck area. "You really need to lighten up. Mom always said you had no sense of humour."
"Mom also said you really need to take things more seriously... Look, just promise me something, okay?"
"Make it quick," Loba replied, glancing out a covered window. "We're due to open again in like ten seconds."
"What? Already?!" Lobo formed a watch on his gauntlet, and saw that indeed she was correct. "Huh! Anyways, just promise me..."
Loba materialized her jagged blade from the shadows and kicked open the door, yelling loudly for all to hear...
"WE'RE BACK IN BUSINESS AFTER AN UNANNOUNCED THREE-YEAR HAITUS!!!!"
"... that you won't just mysteriously vanish into the basement with four people tonight..."
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Post by gantzgun74 on Nov 5, 2015 2:35:12 GMT -5
It wasn't very long before the club recieved it's first few visitors. She must have circled this entire island by this point and had seen everything that there could be seen. And with that realization... Well...
Prishe realized that this world was frighteningly small.
And so little of it was actually habitable.
It kind of confused her a great deal why people kept on living here... Well, WHATEVER the case, she was back in town, having finally returned from a month long trip to the northern regions. There wasn't a lot there, big surprise... But even still... ..... She let out a groan as she continued wandering the streets of Void City taking in a place she had grown so familiar with...
There came shouting the next street over...
"What the hell-?"
What was going on over there-?
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She entered the establishment to find that people had entered this... Club and had taken seats, making themselves comfy in the very hip looking establishment. There was a dance-floor where some people were dancing to the music playing over the intercom, a lounge where others sat at tables with comfy looking seats and awaited their orders as they talked... And while she was PHYSICALLY UNDERAGE, the bar nearby definitely looked tempting as it was sparse with people. Not yet happy hour she supposed.
Still, this place looked like quite the tavern~.
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"Hot fuck this drink is good~."
Panty Anarchy, ever the crass woman with zero class, continued enjoying her drink, grinning to herself as she took in the club. It was quite the place she had to admit, good stuff to eat if she was so inclined, good stuff to drink also if she was so inclined... Sure the men, thus far, were slim pickings but hey. This was a CLUB. Membership was sure to pick up now that it had reopened. The angel chuckled to herself at the thought, already IMAGINING who all she'd meet here; how many hot pieces of ass she was going to find.
The thought made the angel drool in anticipation.
In fact, there went a seemingly viable option... Though she wasn't really sure what to make of the doggy ears and tail...
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Kanata was just wide-eyed at this place and everything within, smiling and giggling to himself as he took it all in. Sure he really didn't understand what kind of place he had just wandered into, but with the dance-floor and the menu? He was sure he had come across someplace fun~! "Alright! Looks like this should be a good place!" It had a decent menu at any rate. Now he just needed a place to sit down.
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"AND THEN I SAYS TO EM, 'Nah, you just needs more light in your life~." The green scaled girl giggled. "Then I tried to breathe fire on the sucker. I came so close too! My water was definitely a lot hotter that day then it ever had been~."
"Maybe next time you should just leave the flames to me." The young man said flatly, sighing and brushing his fiery orange hair out from in front of his eyes. "Honestly, we needed that meeting to go RIGHT and once more you have to go and ruin a perfectly good deal. What the hell is even the MATTER with you. Don't you even WANT new contractees?"
The Ifrit and the Water Dragon had been at their shenanigans for a number of days now, meeting with demon after demon in this odd new realm they had found. Initially they had thought it a new realm in the Underworld. They didn't seem to be too far off with the ocean of void and the demons running around everywhere. However the more they explored the more they began to realize that perhaps there was more to this realm then meets the eye.
"Of course I do, squirt." Bonnie grinned widely, making Sal doubt she was being truthful. "We just haven't found the right person for that yet~."
"We've found numerous options. All over the place!" The Ifrit jumped to his feet to glare at his 'contractee'. "But you keep turning em down because you keep thinking their too creepy!"
Bonnie looked to Sal, her expression something Sal had never seen before... Utter seriousness.
"I don't trust those demons Sal. And frankly I don't think you should neither."
"That's not up to you. I'm your contracter-"
"Okay it's time I unveil my REAL 2nd condition."
When the contract poofed onto the table, that's when Sal KNEW he was going to be in for a new reason to hate that his brain actually existed. "Oh goodie, more changes to the contract. WHAT ARE THE ODDS OF THAT HAPPENING TODAY-?" It wasn't like Sal didn't trust Bonnie..... Okay he really didn't... But they were bound together by contract... And even then, Bonnie had her... Moments. She was a complete annoyance, but she had her moments.
"Done!" Sal looked down at the contract to see her additions... Actually addition, huh, she kept it short and to the point.
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Looking for
- Fellow traveler!
- Will be totally awesome. Must be willing to take my advice seriously.
- WILL LET ME FIGHT EVERYTHING.
- I'M BEING TOTALLY SERIOUS
- LET ME JUST FIGHT EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING THAT MOVES WE GET IT.
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..... Well... Give the dragon this, it was simple.
............. "Fine... Alright, fine. You win." Curse her initial contract being so fuckin VAGUE. IT was letting her change it on a whim. "But out of curiosity... Why DO you think these demons can't be trusted?"
..... Bonnie put the pen away and let the contract vanish in a magical poof. "It's just the way they feel... They don't really feel... All there... Like there's something inside them that's missing and somehow that just gives my Dragon Sense the heebie jeebies... Look just trust me Sal alright? Dragons are really intune with this kind of thing."
Great, they could just add that to the list of ALL OF THE OTHER THINGS that dragons were supposedly good at.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 5, 2015 11:28:38 GMT -5
The blue-scaled man seemed to drop into the club's entrance out of nowhere, pausing to look inside inquisitively. His time spent exploring every single venue the island had to offer had admittedly been quite little, so call him crazy for being curious. It certainly looked like this place was booming, possibly do to a grand reopening or something similarly celebratory. He hadn't been in this neck of the city yet, so hey, no time like the present to try something new.
Paul smiled, shrugged at nothing in particular and strolled inside, hands in his pockets and tail swaying with pep. He wasn't sure what he would find, but it wasn't like he was looking for anything. First and foremost, he just wanted a drink. Anything that followed was beyond his control, but in his typical fashion, he'd go along with it with keen interest.
Taking a seat at the bar, not really paying attention to who he sat by, Paul smiled and nodded to the bartender. "Evening, good sir. Apple martini, petranas."
Whoops... slip of the tongue. He was still trying to get accustomed to his apparently inherit knowledge of Draconic.
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Post by doctorzero on Nov 5, 2015 18:48:38 GMT -5
It seemed like a nice joint. Decent atmosphere, food looked good--still, wasn't exactly Grillby's, but it suited Sans's needs.
Besides, he needed something to do before meeting up with his brother and Undyne, right?
As he took a swig of ketchup, he wondered whether or not to try the fries...
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Post by DMis on Nov 5, 2015 21:23:15 GMT -5
A sigh escaped the lips of one chest wrapped assassin as they smirked. "Great Black Lotus, Lobo," the assassin offered with a raise of their glass. "Still can't believe you're taking drink recipies. If you need another mixer- I'm free."
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Post by ryocker on Nov 5, 2015 22:44:21 GMT -5
Popping the door open with a sick grin was a long, black, candlestick of a man- Good old Waxevius, sliding into the bar as he pulled a few bills from his sloppy body. "Bought time this place re-opened!" he smiled, a few other candlesticks wandering in with him. "We must've passed this place at least a hundred times on the way to work!"
"Boss, we don't even need food or drink," one offered, then giggled. "Not that it matters- we eat crap all the time."
"Let's just hope we don't turn on the sprinkler system," the other sighed. As they walked in, an elegant woman in a well-made dress walked in behind them, Annabelle's red hair giving her away.
"Don't worry, boys, your flames have been enchanted, as per our deal," she smiled, Wax giving her a quick bow.
"Make a little room at the bar, please," Wax smiled, slinking onto a chair.
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Post by ShadesofGrey18 on Nov 10, 2015 17:11:23 GMT -5
"Huh? Issat what I think it is?"
"Heheh, looks like it."
The sound of rather heavy footsteps came, before... "HELL YEAH! A new bar!" A very small-looking girl with two horns on her head burst through the door. Suika's own gourd hung from her side, but the Oni was more than willing to try whatever stuff the bars in this place offered. Variety was the spice of booze, as she always said.
"Hahah, easy there, Suik!" A much taller and more developed-looking woman with a red horn with a yellow star coming from her forehead walked in behind Suika, carrying her sake cup; empty for once. Yugi glanced around the place. "Heh. Seems like a pretty nice joint."
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Nov 10, 2015 18:07:55 GMT -5
"C'mon, let's get the drinks pouring! I SAID GET POURING!!"
"Master Lobozotoh, we are going as fast as we can."
"Well, go faster!" Lobo basically snapped, accidentally knocking over an empty glass with a wing. "Whoops," he apologized meekly to the glass's former owner, "Drinks are on the house for whoever's glass that was... eh heh heh... sorry..."
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Loba scratched a record, causing the dance floor to jump at the sudden noise in the familiar song. She smirked and eyed the crowd for any worthy face, maybe one would be good at poker, maybe one would put up a good fight, and maybe one was good in bed.
But she was mainly looking for a poker rival. She did admit, the blonde angel in the short dress was easy on the eyes though.
"Lib," she said, and the bulky dragon lumbered over to her. "Take over DJing. I'm gonna go mingle with the people~"
"Yes," Lib simply grunted, taking the dark angel's headphones and seat. DJ Libizith was in the house tonight~
"Have a good time~" Loba chirped, before slipping behind a wall to obscure a light.
When she emerged again, Loba was back in her usual halter top and short shorts, though without the skirt and silver rings she usually wore.
"Let's have a good night."
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Post by gantzgun74 on Nov 10, 2015 19:28:03 GMT -5
Prishe pulled up a seat at the front bar, flashing a license she had remember getting her first day here on the island. She remembered that the doc had been there to help her sign up for one, before the tiny little brain ran off for Cosmos only KNEW where. Sure the Professor could go where she wanted, it sure saved her the trouble of acting as her assistant and being chastised whenever she wandered off...
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A part of her still wondered about the war that was likely ongoing in that one world... Cosmos had told her that the war was going to be a long one. One of continuous cycles until the cycle was finally broken. She and Shantotto were the lucky ones. They escaped that fucked up situation. Shantotto through a portal leading out of the game, and Prishe, somehow, miraculously, just drifting here of her own accord... She STILL wasn't sure how that happened. She had almost thought she'd be stuck in the void forever, like that one creep. The Sword Collector... What was his name again-?
Oh whatever...
When the music began, Prishe felt her toes tapping in rythm to the fast and frantic beat. "Woooow... What's this?" She grinned to herself as she gently smacked the bar with her palms in rhythm. "This doesn't sound like any of the music from back home~!" Yeah, that stuff was PANSY ASS compared to this... What was this music-?
As she did this, she didn't appear to notice that she was sat next to the skeleton man, the Elvaan just enjoying herself as she listened. "I'll take a Virgin Bloody Kary please~."
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As the music continued on, Panty kept on eyeing the men passing by her table, wiggling her eyebrows at all of the potential catches. The only problem there-in was picking the one she'd be having over for tonight... The guy in the Cowboy hat was promising... Though she wasn't sure about Cowboy hats in general really. Put him down as a maybe...
There were two young men nearby, one wearing a purple jacket and a blue bandana, while the other was dressed in whites and blues. The former looked like he'd be quite the rough rider while the second appeared as if he'd be sickeningly sweet. And while sweetness was DEFINITELY not Panty's speed, after having been with Briefs she did have to admit it had SOME charm to it. Another two maybes.
HOLY SHIT, HUGE LIZARD MAN AT 4 O'CLOCK. Sure the scales were concerning, but she could almost imagine how big a giant like that would be in... Certain ways. "Hehehehe~." The thought made her drool a bit, which she started wiping with a napkin.
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Kanata had finally found himself a space in the club.
... On the dance hall.
Really, the Demon Dog King had spent way too long on his adventures to be spent going about and meeting random people. He needed to expell this energy. "AAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" He howled up in time with the song and continued his goofy dance moves. Other dancers were either caught up in Kanata's energy or thought he was a massive weirdo. Either way, dancing on the floor started to get more crowded.
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As Sal and Bonnie talked, the two noticed a boot kicking down the door of the club... and into the club strolled a young Peacock, mechanical arms all set and ready to go in case any bar-tenders decided to step in to kick her out. Those that saw her moved in quickly to quell the new threat. However, she was quickly followed by two odd looking characters.
..... ? "What the-?"
Rayman grinned very giddily as he punched away the bouncer with relative ease. "Hey don't worry pally~! She's with us!"
"And we're ALL proper age~! So we'd love to be able to get in without you maroons makin' even MORE trouble!" She grins as she smokes her cigar, leading Rayman and his friend into the club. "You guys are gonna love it here! They got all the best stuff! Plenty ta drink, plenty ta eat~ Lotsa music! They got it all!"
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 10, 2015 20:14:08 GMT -5
For the time being, Paul sat quietly at the bar, tentatively sipping his drink and looking around. There weren't any familiar faces around, not that he expected to find any. Still, he smiled and nodded politely to anyone who happened to make eye contact with him, regardless of how they regarded him; he was used to odd looks. Once he had his fill, he would make his way to the dance floor. He had plenty of skill in that department and every intention to show it off.
"Stand aside, pitiful plebeians, for we claim this club in the name of the moon."
"Bow down, muchachos!"
Two pixelated creatures blipped onto the scene. The tall green one looked around calmly, while the small pink one scrutinized the club with an angry expression.
"Look at this, Err," the tall one murmured. "These primitive beings have congregated in pathetic reverie."
"Yeah, man, talk about a snooze fest!" the small one agreed.
"We must show them the proper way to throw a shindig."
"Oh, hellz yeah!"
Paul raised an eyebrow at the 8-bit duo, doing his best to maintain a smile. He had seen some weird things in his days, but never something this... two-dimensional.
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Post by doctorzero on Nov 10, 2015 21:07:34 GMT -5
Sans looked over the bar as he downed yet another bottle of ketchup. The people here were--somehow--even weirder than the ones back home. Well, by your definition of weird, anyway, far as Sans was concerned the regulars at Grillby's were normal.
The dog fella was definitely a character, though--kind of reminde him of the dog sentries back home, though none of them were Japanese...or whatever this guy was.
The big candle guy, on the other hand, was a familiar sight--well, okay, he'd never met a guy like that before, but he definitely wouldn't look out of place back home.
Part of him wondered how well Papyrus would mingle here.
He quickly decided that, as popular as Papyrus could be at times, a bar wasn't exactly his brother's thing.
...Undyne, on the other hand...
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Post by DMis on Nov 10, 2015 21:22:36 GMT -5
The assassin listened to the music and watched the watering hole fill up. A smirk showed on their face as they watched a pair of girls in the room.
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Post by ryocker on Nov 10, 2015 22:58:52 GMT -5
Annabelle stroked at her hair, looking toward the entrance as Peacock and her odd pair of friends entered in. "Oooh, wonder if they ot-gay any stuff from the Glade!" Globox smiled, walking in as his stomach bounced a little. "I could seriously go for something tasty to ettle-say the old whistle!"
She chuckled, looking around as she tried to find someone interesting to talk to. Right behind Globox, Rayman and Peacock was an Armadillo man, clearly some form of cowboy based on attire alone. "...Deja Vu," he offered, heading to the bar right off. "Cactus juice if you got it," he ordered, tacking a seat as he adjusted his scarf.
Wax gave Lobo a quick glare, then smiled. "ON THE HOUSE?!" he grinned. Then immediately lost his vigor. "Give it to someone else- I can't get drunk, so you'd lose a keg in a matter of seconds. Barkeep, Red Wine, please."
Annabelle finally stood up, making her way toward the assassin in the room. "Hey there~" she smiled. "Is this seat taken?"
Just as things seemed like they were calming down, A skeleton coated in plastic looking armor walked in, furrowing his brow. This club atmosphere... it just reminded him of Grillby's, and that place had waaay too much grease to be legal in any stretch of the word. But it seemed like the kind of place that Sans would come to, so... "GREETINGS, HUMANS AND OTHER BEINGS!" he smiled, genuinely looking a bit like a dork as he strutted in.
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Post by ShadesofGrey18 on Nov 10, 2015 23:38:41 GMT -5
Suika cheered as Kanata howled with the tune, tossing back another stein of beer; it was strong stuff; just how she liked it. The smaller Oni girl was whooping and hollering, having a great time.
Yugi was doing much the same, too; the bigger Oni slipped up to the bar. "Hey, Barkeep. Gimme the strongest stuff ya got in the building." A sideways glance at the weird-looking short skeleton guy nearby made her chuckle. "Well, ain't you a sight for sore eyes? I'm surprised you even have any, haha. I'd say you were all skin and bones, but... well, yer kinda just bones." She grinned at Sans, holding her sake cup in her free hand still.
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Nov 11, 2015 14:34:11 GMT -5
"I know you haven't been doing this for years-"
"Master Lobozotoh, we had other jobs during this unannounced hiatus."
"... Like I said, I know you haven't been doing this for years," Lobo continued as if nothing had happened, pouring a glass of cactus juice and sending it down the bar with a localized breeze, "But we need to stay on top of it all."
The green-eyed twin created another localized breeze to blow down an oversize bottle labeled "DO NOT DRINK YOU WILL PROBABLY DIE" containing a black, bubbling liquid, bringing it into his hand with a polished grace. He took out a large glass, more like a tankard really, and poured the mysterious drink into the gl- er, tankard, before utilizing his aerokinesis for the third time in a mundane manner to blow the drink over to the large Oni. "I'm not responsible for anything that may happen to you as a result of drinking basilisk blood!"
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"Okay, there's gotta be someone into the lolicon sc... no, that's just wrong. Besides, I'm 700 years old, I don't think I really qualify for that anymore," Loba mumbled to herself as she passed through the crowd, occasionally using her hydrokinesis to make a drink splash out. She ignored her brother's "HEY THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR" and ended up strutting over to the trio of Peacock, Globox, and Rayman.
She gave a quick jump to the change in song.
"Hey kiddos," the red-eyed angel greeted the odd trio, taking a seat. "You wanna see somethin' cool? Just come on down to the basement later! My brother'll never notice!"
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At the bar, Lobo, in the middle of using the breeze to blow down more drinks, suddenly sneezed, causing a keg of wine to crash and break all over the bar.
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