[Flashback]Wasn't there a bar here?[Pash]

Bones goes for a drink in a bar... Which no longer exists... I wonder why?

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Considered one of the most mysterious cities in Mizahar, Alvadas is called The City of Illusions. It is the home of Ionu and the notorious Inverted. This city sits on one of the main crossroads through The Region of Kalea.

[Flashback]Wasn't there a bar here?[Pash]

Postby Ssafirsotibones on June 6th, 2012, 4:20 am

Strangely enough, Bones did not respond well to be cursed at, and called names... Of course, in the rage he was quickly rising into, Bones likely would not even have responded well to him being nice and calming... But his words certainly did little to help...

The broken bottles also proved to incense him more, especially when the tip of one caught and cut open Bones left cheek on his face, making him roar in pain at him.

With even more fury and rage, Bones actually started coming faster, thinking of nothing but tearing the man in half... Bones did not notice as he tried to sidestepped, caused a commotion, and started a roaring inferno... He just kept coming...

Luckily though, this had helped, and Bones would likely only give him a glancing blow, catching him on the shoulder and side with most of his mass, knocking the man to the side, and spinning away from Bones, and inadvertently, away from the fire. Though he would still hit pretty hard, and that entire side he had been coming at would feel like it had been smashed by a falling tree. But he would be a bit farther from the growing flames, and would not have been shattered to bits, like a direct hit might have done...

But Bones kept going regardless of the hit, instead smashing into a wall, and more importantly, one of the main support beams for that wall... With a resounding cracking sound, Bones would collide with it, breaking it near the middle, and sending cracks up and down its length to the ground and roof.

Bones would stand up, his entire body sore, and in pain, possibly something sprained, and would have a million bruises the next day... But blessedly nothing seemed broken, and the pain had shocked him out of his rage... Though he would likely need to get checked out, might find out he had broken a rib or two... Or at least sprained them along with other parts of his body... He had hit that solid beam pretty hard...

He got up, to see the flame spreading on one side, and heard a groan and another crack, as the entire wall near him barely supported itself... And the pillar he had hit shook, sending another crack sprouting, out across the ceiling...

That was so not good... A door, that was what he needed... Heck, a window would work... He slid away his gladius, only now recalling he was still holding it, and quickly made his way for the door... He needed to get out...
Bones is a Constrictor Dhani. He likes to eat meat. He also has some speech problems.

When he speaks, a double s (ss) means a [th] sound, that he cannot say.

A triple s (sss) means just an [s], but it is extended in his speech.

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Postby Pash'nar on June 13th, 2012, 4:07 am

The ethaefal may have been taller, but he was far lighter—graceful in his own celestial way but by no means delicate. Even a well-planted stance would not have kept him on his feet with such a charge. Cerulean eyes widened as the broader man was far from deterred by his less-than-gentle attempt at dissuasion from bodily harming his opalescent person, and he already knew it was just a few chimes too late to attempt to avoid the charge. He took the side-swipe as well as he could, air forced from his lungs through too-perfect teeth as the Dhani crashed past him, the fiery pain of the fleshy impact erupting across his ribs and sending the shard of moonlight staggering sideways. He managed to keep his footing, just barely, catching himself with pale palm against the bar and pushing forward again.

He caught his breath in stinging inhales, too concerned with the chaos erupting in flames to bother to assess any actual damage to his person.

The building groaned, then. Suspiciously.

Pash'nar's gaze washed back to the man who'd charged him, watching him stumble away from a support beam. It was cracked. The gods-awful groan that shuddered from the building was enough to raise a sense of panic in the pale sailor.

He scowled. Petching fantastic.

A few of the patrons paid no heed to the flames or the sound, drunk and content to fight each other out of inebriated ignorance.

One end of the bar, however, sported a window. It was hardly more than a porthole, really, with enough room for possibly even the larger man's shoulders to wriggle through with a bit of effort. It was closest at least, though Pash was admittedly more concerned for his own arse. He might have considered the lives of others, however, just a bit. He wasn't always selfish. Snatching up a stool from the bar he'd crashed into, the ethaefal hopped up on it's grimy, slick surface to slip his way toward the window.

With an upward swing of the stool, Pash smashed through the window and opened a closer exit to the shifting Avladas streets outside than the door far across the room. Before tossing the rickety old seat over his shoulder, he was careful to clear some of the glass from the edges of the narrow porthole. The whole tavern protested with a creak and a groan again, and cerulean eyes glanced back at the fire and the panicked patrons. His side still ached and he felt fatigue beginning to set into his battered body. He hissed through too-perfect teeth and caught sight of the large man who charged him in the first place, the one who was certainly in the process of assisting in the accidental destruction of this little hole in the wall.

With a coy sort of salute and an obvious wink, the ethaefal hooked a thumb in the direction of the exit he'd created. He laughed and slid across the rest of the bar, squeezing his way through the porthole of a window. Parts were still sharp and the exit cut and stung, Pash'nar cursing his way onto the street with a long, loud string of sailor's words.

He landed with a thunk and a moan, crumpling onto the cobblestones behind the tavern without any of the grace his form seemed to insist he should have. He laid there for a while, uncomfortable but unwilling to move right away.
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Postby Ssafirsotibones on June 28th, 2012, 7:58 pm

Bones knew when to get out... So even though his chest was hurting him, and he was uncertain of whether he was injured or not, or how bad, he made for the door. On his way he ran into a few people fighting, ducked down to avoid a bar stool, and a few more paces sidestepped a bottle that exploded on the wall, making the fire spread even more...

And then another groan... Petch, what was that? The ground shook a bit, and he saw the wall whose beam he had hit shake even worse? What the petch...

Then it dawned on him... The city was about to shift... And when it did... Well that wall was unstable enough, who knew what would happen once it moved? Bones made for the door all the faster.

He ran and dove out the door, which was now open, and partially of its hinges... He looked around, having expected the wall to collapse behind him, just as he got out, or for the city to shift... But nothing happened...

Maybe he had been wrong? Maybe it would be alright? Though it would have been both dramatic, and cliche if it had done that, gone down just as he got out... Instead he rolled over onto his back, and watched a few more people stream out, realizing the danger...

Just as he was starting to think he had overreacted, the ground shook, and so did the entire building. The one wall fell, crumpling to the ground. Bones ran to make sure he was clear, but it crashed to bits a bit away... Then he saw the rest of the building... One entire wall was gone, and a good bit of the roof... Just as it looked like the rest would surely collapse, the city shifted. Oddly enough, the fourth wall stated, he supposed since it was detached, it did not count as the same building... He wondered what would happen to the rest... Probably collapsed the moment it got to were it was going...

Bones got up and dusted himself off... Knocking a small piece of rubble off his shoulder... Perhaps he would go get checked out by one of the human medicine men... Or just go home and sleep... Regardless, he had enough fun for one night... He simply left, shaking his head at the trouble he seemed to attract...
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When he speaks, a double s (ss) means a [th] sound, that he cannot say.

A triple s (sss) means just an [s], but it is extended in his speech.

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[Flashback]Wasn't there a bar here?[Pash]

Postby Fallacy on August 8th, 2012, 2:50 am

XP Award!


Name:Pash
XP Award:
  • Brawling- 2
  • Gambling- 1
Lore:
  • I smell a cheater
  • It Might Be Time to Leave
  • Fire: Exit, Stage Right
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Name:Bones
XP Award:
  • Brawling- 2
Lore:
  • Losing Your Temper
  • Stupid Humans
Notes:

Bones, you didn't get any gladius exp since you didn't use it enough, and weren't detailed enough to merit experience. Also, please play to your levels. Prior to this thread, you had only 6 points in brawling. You are a novice, please write to this effect. For your inability to play to your level, an exp point has been docked.

Any questions or concerns about the rewards gained please send a PM :)


12 hour shifts have started, and Im working 6-7 days a week mandatory overtime. My replies will be slow until I can adjust to this new groove.
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