Closed [Rearing Stallion] Good night for a brawl?

[Leda]

Leda It was a busy night in the stallion, a great deal busier than usual, and people just kept coming in. Leda supposed it was a coincidence but she couldn't help but wonder if something was supposed to happen, an important guest or something of the like. She shook this thought away and sat down in her usual place not too close to the fire and not too far away, which was mercifully empty. It really was the luck of the devil when all the places surrounding it were full. With a little smile of amusement at this evidence, she raised a hand to call the barmaid over. "Just an ale this time please." The barmaid nodded, took a moment to wipe down the table in front of Leda and, with a grin, disappeared to get the drink. And well she might grin, maybe she was earning more tips and appreciated the avalanche of customers. Leda turned to look around her with a small smile, all the while wondering how much it might cost to buy a lute. She recognised a number of few faces - some customers, a couple of people she had merely run into - but those she did not know where almost more interesting to watch. After a minute, she pulled up her knee to her chest and rested her chin on it indolently with a little moue somewhere between irrepressible amusement and minor nostalgia... and was only distracted by her unabashed purveyance of the room and its occupants when the barmaid returned with her order. "Cheers." She raised her glass to the barmaid in gratitude for her service then took a sip. There was something of an observer about how she felt tonight. There was life in the room, pure fizzling brimming life, not necessarily of a sophisticated nature and it made the scene all the more interesting, and sometimes Leda forgot just how interesting it could be to take a moment just to look at life before joining in. Not that that was going to last. For, less than a minute after the thought had crossed her mind, one of the patrons of the bar came to sit himself down next to her. Not again, thought Leda, with raised eyebrows, smelling the alcohol on his breath. Tonight, she didn't have the patience to try and remain calm while an intoxicated pillock tried to have a grope. With this in mind, almost as soon as he had sat down, she had jumped up, taking her drink with her. He seemed a little put out by this but Leda really wasn't going to humour him and didn't feel like a confrontation. She walked away quickly and, in her haste to find somewhere else to sit, almost sat down on someone. "Oh. Sorry." She said with a violent flush and a small smile.

[Aidan Sutter]

Aidan had become quite accustomed to working at a swift pace under the employ of The Stallion, but this was positively absurd. The heat pouring from the kitchen tonight equated to a midsummer’s day in the desert wastes of the Eyktol, its only oasis lying just beyond a ramshackle door that led out into a cramped alleyway behind the chaos. Tonight refused to offer even the slightest hint of respite for those who toiled amid the blustering masses, however. Mouths needed to be fed, and the staff was already behind.

Between the edge of a sturdy knife and the tips of well trimmed fingernails, Aidan’s eyes were focused like that of a hawk upon the cutting board. The crisp green stalk of celery the knife bit into cleaved quarter inch trimmings from the end at a pace most would cringe at. Even for the kitchen’s assistant, it contributed a few drops of sweat to the already glistening canvas of his skin, leaving the hearth to blame for the vast majority.

The scent of vegetable stew and honeyed bread coupled with the sweltering heat made the air heavy and almost unbearable. But there was no place in the world he would have rather been. The walls hummed with life, unrestrained and uncompromising, its atmosphere electric. Voices from lands Aidan’s eyes had yet to see filled the air like music. It gave him pause, and invited him to close his eyes for just a moment to breathe it all in.

“Aidan! Another cask of ale, if you would!”

Kevith’s voice could once have commanded legions. There was no doubt in the cook’s mind that perhaps at one time it did. The ex-knight with one arm was powerfully built despite the obvious hindrance, and could doubtlessly handle himself if any riff-raff dared to cross him. Aidan respected and acknowledged him as a virtuous soul without question, and was all too willing to please him when asked.

Placing the steel knife he’d been using down upon the scarred surface of his cutting board, the cook nodded curtly to his manager and stepped towards the back entrance. The kitchen saw too much traffic to have the casks taking up more space upon the floor, so they had placed the surplus within the alley. It wasn’t like anyone was going to rob them in a city like Syliras. Plus the weight of the kegs made them hardly worth the effort.

Stepping outside into the startlingly cool air, Aidan breathed a sigh of relief as he smeared his moist hands across the dry fabric of his apron. He might have extended his small cessation from duty if it had not been for the amorous moans of a couple echoing from closer towards the alley’s entrance tickling his sense of propriety. By the sounds of it they were heading towards a steep climax.

But without chancing a look, though nonetheless grinning from ear to ear, Aidan retrieved one of the casks of ale and hoisted it upon his shoulder dutifully. Dancing back towards the door, he was greeted again by the oppressive heat that nearly boiled his flesh, winding his way through the kitchen and coming out the other entrance that led directly behind the bar.

The dull roar that greeted him balked at his ears and forced him to wince slightly as he was consumed by the chaos. Never since working here had he seen so many guests, and it quickly became no wonder why the staff was behind as it was. Kevith was scrambling to pour more mugs of ale for his guests, though he noticed Aidan out of the corner of his eye and pointed sharply to the area where he wanted the change.

“Just put it down there, lad. And would you help fetch us some mugs? Seems our guests don’t know how to return them when they’re done…”

Again Aidan only nodded, looking out into the crowd that awaited him as he set the cask down, then braved into the undulating depths with a polite amount of shoving to get through. Tonight was a good night to be at The Stallion.

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[Kaie]

Kaie

She wasn't supposed to be working here today, and she thanked her goddess for sparing her from this insanely large group. Peering inside her mug, the ale was three quarters empty. What a kill joy. She actually hadn't planned on staying long, so she neglected to bring more than one ale's worth of currency. She was beginning to wish she had. Preoccupied with the unfortunate realization, Kaie almost forgot how loud the crowd actually was that night. With their chants and hollers. The Myrian woman was somewhere else entirely, lost in her own mind so deeply she didn't even notice. The brown tint to the beverage reminded her vaguely of the waters back in Taloba. Every season she'd find a stream the same color, the effect of the flooding basin mixing with the jungle's dirt. In fact, the Kandukta Basin should be flooding in several weeks when Summer began. This was the second year she had missed the celebrations and rituals all citizens shared enthusiasm for. It was a shame really, she loved watching the young tigers prowl about the jungle when she was a kid. "Hey! Kaie!" A familiar man exclaimed from the far side of the room. It was a shout really, his volume unnecessarily loud even for the quantity of voices he competed with. She practically winced, the sound had pierced her ears uncomfortably. "We need you back here!" Her boss called out from behind the counter, a fat index finger pointed to the space next to him. Apparently her day off was revoked with the unexpected amount of patrons, and she needed to bar tend. Joy. She gripped the handle of her mug tightly, sliding out of the chair to move through the bodies to her spot. She reached an arm out, carving her own space through the bodies. The men she passed were sticky from the humidity their bodies had created, shirts tight to their backs. Finally, she managed to part the sea and cross to the "safety" of the counter. "Alright, buddy, pale or dark?" She asked brightly, flashing a white smile at the unshaven man clearly trying to get himself a beer. "Dark, babe," He replied gruffly, leaning over the counter now. Babe? It was a shame glassing customers was exempt from her job description. She faked an enthusiastic response to him, nodding warmly and turning to the containers behind her. She grabbed a mug, moved it swiftly below the keg, and pulled the tap. The dark beer flowed freely from the end, filling the mug rapidly. She cut it just before the white foam was able to spill over the sides. Without spilling an ounce, she spun back to the counter and placed the mug purposefully on the counter, sliding it into his open hand. "Thanks, Darling." He said with a wink, turning to laugh with a few of his friends. Before she could take another breath, a man began to ramble in her direction. He was decrepit and ancient looking, eyes red and droopy. He was slurring his words and she couldn't make out a single word he said. Nonetheless, the perfect little actress found an inner drive, nodding and smiling at him. Making it seem like she understood whatever the hell he was trying to convey to her. From the corner of her eye, she noticed a tall, black haired guy looking at her. He just about towered above the rest, leaning in to speak into the ear of the man she had just served. Laughing at whatever was being said, he never took his eyes off her. Trouble if she'd ever seen it. He raised his glass seeing her notice his gaze, smirk widening. Uninterested, Kaie refocused on the task at hand, realizing the amount of people gathered before her. They were tapping on the counter, asking for orders. She got right back to work then, filling mugs and sliding them across the table in a symphony of bar rhythms. Mechanical almost. Oh, how she wished there was something to distract her from the daily grind. An adrenaline junkie at heart, she was longing for action of any sort.

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[Ehati]

"But I'm not-"

"Who cares? Just come in and celebrate with us!"

If the nameless stranger had looked at Ehati after saying that, he might have withered at the steely glare she leveled at his head. His long fingers grasped her slender wrist, preventing her from escaping, and his strength allowed him to pull her into the overheated, crowded, loud tavern known as the Rearing Stallion. She squinted immediately as the heat washed over her, weighing down the dark auburn hair and causing a faint sheen to coat her bare skin. She grumbled as she was pulled into the depths of the tavern, past raucous men and flirtatious women and a couple people singing a song in what was probably their best drunken impression of a decent artist. The man that pulled her in abandoned her about halfway to the bar, releasing her to speak to some lout, and she turned to make her escape only for somebody to grab her shoulders and force her to sit at an overcrowded table packed with mugs and sweaty bodies. She cringed internally, reminded of similar things encountered in the Inclement Weather during her younger, more lascivious, youth, and pushed away some of the nearby mugs before their contents disturbed her stomach. A meaty hand slammed a full mug down in front of her and she jumped at the suddenness, lifting her eyes to glare at the man that offered it. Eventually, he removed his hand but not the mug.

Ehati seethed as she turned back to glare at the table. She regretted taking this route home and sincerely hoped she wouldn't have to deal with this anymore. Even she could tell the place had rarely been so packed. Some of the workers had harried expressions on their faces and some of the patrons were left without seats. That didn't ease her discomfort or irritation but exacerbated it immensely. She was half tempted to get up and make an escape, but the man that dragged her in in the first place plopped down beside her and began going on about it being his birthday and this being his party and how good it was for her to be there with him.

There was an expression of defeat and mounting frustration on her face as she resigned herself to her fate.

[Azcadelia]

Azcadelia Rosan

Azcadelia had just sat down in her stolen chair, turned her green eyes to Shiress and Hadyn and began a small conversation that would, hopefully, blossom into one worth the lateness of the night. A smile had just brushed on her face before her face, body and hair fell to the ground in a red blur of cloth, hair and make-up. The actual impact of the small force hadn't hurt as much as the ale stained ground did causing Azcadelia to let out a small groan in pain as she tried to drag herself to her feet.

"Whoever did that will face the wraith of the seventeen suns when I can get up," he mumbled feriously, her voice muffled by the ground and their hair covering all sides of her face. Finally, she brought her palms to the floor and pushed with some effort. Then, feet dragging, she pushed with those into she was standing in a tittery position. Unstable, Azcadelia looked around to first Shiress then Hadyn then to the ever growing bar. There were many faces that looked familiar and more that didn't. The bar was packed, seat upon seat had been filled and the tables were even worse. Through all this she heard the her name being called, not just her name; the prefix madame had been thrust in front of it with utmost apology.

That could only mean one person was responsible for her untimely fall to the ground and blow the head. It wasn't enough that she was already suffering from the bouts of unconsciousness that came with extreme overgiving now she might've had a concussion to follow. Azcadelia turned her unforgiving jagged jade eyes towards the small ghost child - her own fury seen burning bright in them. "Do you know what I can do to you, Kouri! Do you know what I will do to you!" Azcadelia fussed in a mild whisper but loud enough for the closer patrons to hear. "I can purge your tiny existence from the world with a slight spell and no one would be the wiser," this verse was hushed just loud enough for the two brunette haired women and the pink haired ghost child to hear.

[Fubuki Kouri]

Fubuki Kouri "Myuuuuuuuuu?!" Kouri let out a strange, but rather cute scream at Azcadelia's ultimatum. She could see it, the inferno that burned within her jade eyes and the literal inferno that would follow after. "N-no! nonono! P-please don't! " Kouri slowly backed away from this raging reimancer. If she wasn't so consumed in fear, she might warn Azzy about not using magic, especially something as obvious as Reimancy, in the city. It would not bode well for her. "A-a...aaaah!" Kouri turned around to flee, but she forgot she was still materialized... as expected, her materialized form crashed into a dancing patron, a fat drunken patron whose body balance was very awful due to his state. "W-woaaaah!" The patron, feeling a small impact and a chilling touch from Kouri bumping him, couldn't keep his stance and immediately tumbled; crashing into another patron. The second patron, a dark-haired muscular man, did not take kindly to this petching vagik touching his body. He immediately turned around, grabbed the slob's collar, and... *POW!!!* slammed him on the face without the slightest hesitation. As the result of this powerful punch, the man literally flew across the air and... *CRASH!!* crash-landed onto a table with four more patrons using it. "O..ooops..." Kouri could only put her right hand to cover her mouth, she had caused a bad chain reaction... She unmaterialized herself and slowly dove down to the ground to hide in a non-existent hole. Now, the culprit little girl was completely concealed by the tavern's floor. "PETCHING VAGIK!!" "HOW DARE YOU?!" "WHO DID THIS?!" Numerous shouts of annoyance and disapproval immediately erupted from the patron using the table. One of them, a bulky Inartan, shot a dangerous look at the muscular man who just punched this pig of a man and caused him to crash into their table. "HMMMM!!! You'll pay for this!!" He, along with his three other comrades, quickly stood up from their chairs and charged at the black-haired muscular man. A fight then erupted, causing a scene. Some of the drunken patrons even started to place bets. "Ooops... looks like I messed up... ehehehehe~" One could suspect that the culprit ghost felt regret for her actions... but if one listened closely, that mischievous haunting giggle betrayed everything... OOCOhohoho! The brawl is on! Let's fight fight! And Ehati, do try to not be a party-crasher, mkay?

[Shiress]

The tavern was crowded and was filling with more patrons by the chime. The barmaid nearly lept from her chair as long, slim fingers slid across her eyes. She chuckled softly recognizing the familiar voice in her ear. "Azcadelia." She said smiling, watching over her shoulder as the familiar red head acquire herself a chair and flashing Hadyn an amused grin as the woman took her place at the table in her swiped chair.

The girl took a good long pull from her mug as Azcadelia and the blacksmith exchanged pleasantries and had just opened her mouth to remark about the packed tavern when her attention was averted by a loud, albeit playful, screech that came from above the table. The barmaids green eyes cut upward to see a small figure of a girl floating down with a spin from the ceiling and landing directly on top of Azcadelia, sending the red head flat against the floor of the Stallion.

Shiress jumped from her chair to aide her prone friend only to take a step back when the red head lifted herself from the floor in a rage of angry words directed to the ghost. Shiress took a step forward, placing both hands on the woman's shoulders. "Azzy, please. It was an accident." But her words fell on deaf ears and Azcadelia continued her spewing. The small girl retreated in remorse, her clumsy steps backward setting off a series of events that ignited the short fuses of nearby inebriated patrons and within an instant, their corner of the Stallion was in chaos and the three women and one ghost were surrounded with splitting wood and flying bodies.

Shiress looked on in disbelief. This is not good. Finally, she stepped away with a glance over her shoulder. "I'm getting Kevith." She called to her companions. Making no more than 3 paces, a wild swinging arm landed against the side of the girls head, spinning her around and landing her against the wooden floor, right smack in the middle of the chaos.

Shiress dizzily pulled herself to her knees, hesitating briefly to regain her composure, and began to pull herself back to her feet when another blow to her back sent her prone again, this time knocking the breath out of her, leaving her against the floor with her arms over her head.

Oh Shyke, that damned ghost

[Hadyn Skellig]

Hadyn barely finished her statement as their duo increased by one crimson haired beauty who'd somehow found her way to the table amidst the clamor. Azcadelia addressed both seated women while obtaining her own chair simultaneously. The brunette raised her mug in welcome, canting her head slightly. It was admittedly difficult to hear but it sounded like their new friend was commenting on the crowd, to which Hadyn simply nodded. Barely long enough to take another breath a fourth joined their party, albeit by ghostly means. The little specter, Kouri, made her presence known decidedly, if not comically, atop Azzy's head. Unfortunately the ghost's stunt in such a crowded place had increasingly negative ramafications. Her impact with Azzy sent her sprawling to the ground, to which Hadyn managed to stand, one hand guarding her chair the other ready to help the redhead to her feet. She flashed an understanding smile to Kouri as an irritated Azzy found her bearings and stood. "Easy there," Hadyn called over the din as the redheaded beauty issued threats. "Best not make this place any more difficult to manage." Avoiding a swinging arm from the chap behind her, Hadyn picked up the mug with her free hand and took a hearty drink. Kouri, on the other hand, was significantly more concerned by the threats and made to depart, causing a chain of events that put the whole tavern in a row. Bodies flying, punches thrown - this place was rivaling the Coin more and more by the chime. Assured that Azzy was on her feet, Hadyn was ready to sit down again and let the evening play on. But Shiress seemed exceptionally distressed by the course of events, first stepping in to placate Azzy then to fetch Kevith. The blacksmith reached her hand out again, a concerned frown on her lips. "Shiress," she called out, but the girl was already weaving her way around. She didn't get far, however, for the man who'd nearly taken Hadyn's head off earlier struck a blow to Shiress. The blacksmith released the chair and began pushing against the deluge of bodies to reach the auburn haired girl, who'd managed to disappear in the sea of drunks. Hadyn called out the girl's name as she shoved and elbowed her way to where she'd last seen the barmaid. It wasn't until she was almost stepping on her that Hadyn realized the girl was prostrate on the floor. Crouching down and shielding Shiress body from further impact the woman grasped one of the girl's arms, giving it a gentle tug. "C'mon," she encouraged gently. "Let's get you to the back." This was no place for a girl like Shiress and Hadyn felt the burn of guilt in her stomach for asking the barmaid here on a night like this. It's one thing to be behind the bar, another to be in the middle of the chaos. Standing straight, the brunette kept a hand on Shiress to heave her up when she was ready. They weren't terribly far from the bar. Casting a glance over her shoulder, Hadyn could barely make out Azzy's incarnadine head but figured she'd be fine on her own. Shiress was her primary concern. Brushing damp hair from her eyes with her forearm, the woman struggled to see the bar. Once detected she would get Shiress there and to Kevith. Ducking to avoid a tossed table leg the blacksmith scowled. You'd think the end of the world was nigh with the way the mob was acting. Mug still in her hand she used it like a weapon, keeping the clamoring denizen at arm's length as she again prodded Shiress to stand. She couldn't bend down and haul her up for it made both a bigger target. She half considered scooping the girl up and carrying her but the smaller and less conspicuous they were, the easier it would be to get to the bar and Kevith. Sending the clay mug crashing down on a fellow who was dangerous close to falling on top of Shiress, Hadyn struck the back of his head, catapulting him forward onto his knees and into another patron. With a quick assessing glance to Shiress, the blacksmith raised the mug again, ready to use it again. "On your feet, lass," Hadyn muttered, brown gaze already sweeping the throng. Once Shiress was up, the brunette would wrap an arm around her shoulder and guide her to the bar, protecting her with her own body. Hopefully at the bar one of her coworkers would recognize the girl and they could get her some help for the nasty blow she'd been dealt.

[Varus]

Varus ducked as mugs and chairs where flying. "Fight!" he yelled out climbing onto the table. He ran and jumped towards the nearest person grabbing fist full of his hair and pulling in every direction. The man yelped in pain and swung his hands wildly trying to grab the little pycon. "Varus! Pycon defender!" he yelled out grabbing ahold of the mans hand and being swung downwards. He let go and landed on the floor rolling next to a girl with auburn hair. "Its not safe for you here" he said poking the girls head as another one tried to get her up. He looked up at the other lady then turned around running at the nearest person and grabbing onto their leg. He brought his fist up and down pounding on the mans leg. "I shall be the victor of this battle" he yelled out. He swung his hand upwards catching the man in the back of the knee. The man dropped to one knee allowing Varus to pull himself up the man's waist then he climbed onto his shoulder. He grabbed the mans ears and pulled them.

[Alisha]

A lisha & Kirvyn Falxtyr One of the barmaids approached Alisha. She handed her a plate of sauced steakhouse with green leafy vegetables on the side. Her stomach grumbled, lately she didn't have the appetite to eat. Well, the meal looks savoring and delicious, so no reason of neglecting it or putting it into waste this time. Alisha readied the steak knife begun slicing the meat in front of her. Disturbing sounds catch her attention. She turned back and saw the aggressiveness of the tavern. Wooden planks from round tables flew all over. They were messing the establishment and like a domino effect it was spreading. They were tossing, throwing out mugs at another's faces. Alisha doesn’t know where it all started. Oh, god, where’s Kirvyn. She was not worrying much, everything’s just fine. Fine; as in its normal for taverns to have this kind of fun. She should calm down. Relax, Alisha, relax, she moved her other legs to cross the other one. A muscle half-naked guy with dragon tattoo on his back landed on top of the bar counter. His long messed hair covering his face with sweat and blood gore. Chunks of broken woods scratched his arm to bleed. He moaned in pain. His voice was husky and dark. Let’s go back to eat shall we? Scourge with surprise, her eyes blazed with rage as she saw her steak flew directly on the floor. The impact made even other drinks, bar tools and displays to be broken or be moved in different directions. What the hell? Shaking madly, she held the steak knife tightly on her right hand, she whispered to herself, “Keep Calm… Keep Calm…” “It’s just hot here, Aria.” Alisha turned to see Kirvyn at her back. Like the last time she saw her, he was still with his denim top and pants. His katana tied on his back. “Kirvyn!” She dropped the knife and hugged her best friend. “What’s took you so long?” Her question became rhetoric as she read Kirvyn’s facial expression. His eyes dodged her stares. It was probably his foster father’s relatives. They hated him because of her. They view her as a bad influence towards the gentleman’s career. He should have followed his father’s ambition for him. It was her fault his image turning to a black sheep. “Do you have intentions of substituting your lost meal for a bad meat?” The lad changed the topic. Alisha confused, “What?” Was that a joke? What bad meat? She was searching for answers on the back of her mind. “I mean…” Kirvyn pointed to the knife on top of the empty plate then to the fallen drunk mister. Alisha giggled, “No… I was just carried by my emotions. Hey, that steak also cost me. You know me; I’m very much concerned when it comes to how I was spending my money.” Halfway going to the door, a large body bumped Kirvyn pushing Alisha as well. Her cloak stuck at a wooden sharp plank. Kirvyn draw his sword slashing a few inches shredding the cloak but freeing the girl. “Thank you…” Alisha beamed a smile to her companion. His arm was on her waist supporting her out of the establishment. She gestured, opening her palm widely for the young man to halt their movement. She went back to the large man whistling to face her. It was an accident but he needed to pay for what he did. “Unfinished business…” The lassie delivered a straight punch at the guy’s face. She gave all her energy into that single blow. Though the force was not enough for the brute to be push backwards, the attack surprised him. Another of his group smacked his friend at the back with his wooden chair. The chair exploded making the brute to be unconscious. “Thanks?” The other man replied that the brute was his, their friends but not for now. Kirvyn signaled Alisha to exit; he was standing at the doorway calling out her name. “Come on! Aria!” They succeeded to go out of the Rearing Stallion without any injuries. The tavern was still so alive when they stepped out. It was best to be safety before anything else, right? Alisha and Kirvyn were on their way back to their apartment when the girl realized she didn’t pay her order. They just laughed at it. Well, she didn’t have a bite at it and it was all in the floor. The two got a goodnight sleep in their small apartment. They promised to discuss tomorrow. At least, it’s goodnight for a brawl. OOCOk. Bye guys. My last post for this thread... XD