Open Joyride

[Jorin Ertihan]

Season of Summer, Day 66, 513 AV

Fortunately, it seemed Duce was smart enough not to slap him over the head, instead getting the proprietor to back down -- for now. Jorin sighed, then gussied up. Ok! It was time to act drunk! Jorin slapped the counter, grinning from ear to ear, and as the ale arrived he broke into a raucous laugh, drawing the attention of some of the closer patrons. Suddenly, he broke into a drinking song, his voice echoing over the din of the tavern:

"Heyoo~ Let's all get together and lift our cups in song
And out pours the ale and it'll last us all night long
Here's a jolly fellow with a bucket on his head
We'll not be sober in the morn, we'll be drunk instead!~"

Jorin normally did not sing. Ever. But in this case it certainly added to the illusion. Jorin had been told he did sing when he was actually drunk (lies! All lies!) and apparently the more he drank the worse the singing. Jorin just shrugged and downed half the ale that had arrived for the guard.

"C'mon, buckethead! Sing with us! Hey you too Duce!

~Lo and as the ale runs warm
Down our happy throats
It quiets down the angry storm
That is drowned out by our notes!

Let's drink to happy times
And sad ones those as well
And stop with these silly rhymes
And drink ti'll mornin's spell!~"

Jorin laughed uproariously, and took the tankard and dumped it onto the bucket covering the guard's head. "Haha! Look at that!" he guffawed as he dug into the unfortunate man's pockets for more of his miza. "Another round!"

[Duce Hazimari]

Seeing Jorin's out of control performance was all it took for Duse to initiate the slapping of the humans head which unfortunately missed, and landed itself onto the cheek of a Drykas. "Crap" he mumbled as he took a few steps back from the arising man. "Umm...Jorin." He called out as the Drykas grabbed a bottle off the counter. Duse wondered how he got himself into these messes as he dodge the first bottle that hit an Akalak in the middle of his back. Everything was moving too fast for Duse to take in, not only that, but the fact that Jorin was still singing unaware of all the trouble he was causing. Duse fell onto the ground as the angry Drykas tackled him and begin to deal punches to his chest. Duse gasped for air as all the wind was knocked from it as if there was something pulling it from withing his lungs. "Get off of me!" He grunted as he flipped the man over and giving him a hard kick when he got up from the ground. "Jor-..." Duse's words were cut off again this time by the Akalak who's back caught the bottle. Slumped over the table from a fist that felt like it could break trees, Duse got back up and went back in for round two. The other men in the tavern cheered on as he fought the other Akalak. "Look I don't want to do this." He said just as the Akalak launched out a lightning quick jab and hit Duse square in the nose. "Ok..Maybe I do.". Faking a left jab and sending out a right hook, Duse caught the fighter in the jaw sending him backward. "Jori-.." "I'm not through with you!" were the words Duse heard before the Drykas jumped upon his back and started beating him in the head. Struggling to get the man off of him Duse accidentally stumbled out side and onto the ground falling on top of the man that was just around his neck as if he were a horse. Seeing that the man was dazed, he took the chance to land a heavy blow to his head hoping that it would buy him time to get everything else settled. Getting up off the ground he stared into the eyes of Malla who happened to appear as if out of thin air. "So how's it going out here?" he asked trying to make it seem that everything was fine. "Alright I'm pumped." He heard a different voice call out, most likely the Akalak, Jorin hit another high note in the song and a bottle flew from inside the tavern and into Duse's hand which caught it only inches from the Konti's face. Not knowing what else to do, he gave a faint smile to Malla and shrugged his shoulders.

[Malla]

As Malla looked to the tavern, she was mildly surprised with what she saw; Duce apparently had gotten himself into something. She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, glad at least one of the two didn't seem to be having too many problems. Unless of course her looking away kept her form seeing anything Jorin did get himself into. She quickly decided she would rather not look back into the window and see if anything worse was happening. She stepped forwards to speak to another passerby, when the sound of something crashing outside, drew her attention to the tavern's door. She frowned as she watched the Akalak hit a man on the head before she shook her head to herself, walking over. "So how's it going out here?" She raised a brow at Duce's question and looked to the man on the ground he had brought outside with him, then back to the Akalak. She opened her mouth to say something, but takes a quick step back as she saw the bottle caught by Duce. "You are an idiot. And if Jorin is in there getting bludgeoned, i hope he knows who to go after," she said simply, still refusing to look inside the tavern. Actually, she seemed about to turn and go, but stayed where she was to wait for Jorin to, hopefully, walk outside.

[Jorin Ertihan]

Season of Summer, Day 66, 513 AV

It had all started so well.

Jorin wasn't quite sure what his singing would have done, but it really shouldn't have surprised him that yet another barfight would break out in his vicinity. It was like he was some sort of bad-luck charm when it came to taverns. Jorin was pretty sure it wasn't his fault, or maybe the gods just had a really twisted sense of humor.

Duce was being tossed around by an Akalak and a Drykas. Jorin's brow furrowed in worry, but he was not really all that good at fighting himself. He'd taken lessons in the Kendoka Sasaran, but unfortunately he didn't have a quarterstaff on him and even if he did he didn't know if he'd be allowed to bring it into the tavern. Besides, Duce looked like he was handling himself pretty well.

Then he noticed the Akalak picking up a bottle and flinging it at Duce. Luckily, the Akalak managed to catch it before it struck Malla, which was good because Malla was wholly innocent in all this and did not deserve to get caught up in it. Shrugging, Jorin finished his song. The show must go on, after all. Just because people were flinging bottles didn't mean he could just stop.

Jorin noted something gleam out the corner of his eye. The Akalak had picked up yet another bottle, except this time it looked like he wasn't intending to throw it. Rather, he seemed intent on using it to bludgeon Duce over the head with it. Jorin didn't know much about weaponry, but that bottle sure looked heavy and he figured it would do a number on Duce's skull if that thing collided.

"Hey, hey, now come on, no need to get that serious," Jorin tried, gently grabbing the Akalak's arm and trying to get him to put the bottle down. The Akalak whirled on the actor and grinned slowly.

"Maybe I'll beat you with it instead," he said with a shrug. Jorin sighed.

"I'd really rather nobody got beat," he explained. Nonetheless, Jorin backed his way from the big Akalak, toward the open door. Just in case. He could see Malla outside. If he could get to her, he could grab Duce, grab Malla, and run the petch out of there. So things didn't go according to plan. When did they ever? At least in all the excitement, buckethead was all but ignored. So that was success!

Now he just needed to figure out how to survive success...

[Duce Hazimari]

"Jorin!" Duce thought out loud as the words exited Malla's mouth. He had forgotten all about the little human that helped him out in this crazy mess. Duce began to enter the Blue Bull only to see Jorin coming out with a bottle aimed to kill pointed at him by the Akalak from before. Wasting no time, Duce stupidly tackled the Akalak putting them both onto the ground, and suffering a cut from the bottle. He knew he was going to loose this fight. He was out of energy to begin with, let alone the Akalak that he was wrestling with was bigger and stronger than he was by a long shot. He winced at the pain of the sharp edges of the bottle cuttiing through his blue skin as the two struggled to overpower the other. He had no idea where the next bottle came from. One chime he is trying to punch the man's face in, the next he is trying to get up off the ground and receiving a well placed kick for his attempt. He felt the blows of the Akalak's fist bruise his body. He was dazed, done for. All he could do was try and hold the Akalak long enough for Malla and Jorin to get away. The Akalak's rampage stopped with a kick to the back of the head and a few choice swears. That's all Duce could remember before everything began to go dark. It was funny though. He hadn't received a beating that bad since he trained with his father. He helplessly glance d up to make sure his friends had gotten away though both of his eyes were swollen now and he cound barely see out of them.

[Translucent]

Congratulations On Your Hard Work!

Jorin Ertihan:
XP:+1 observation, +2 socialization, +1 deception, +1 planning, +1 singing
Lores:

Malla:
XP:+1 socialization, +1 observation
Lores: Jorin: Not very good at lying


Notes: Ok, honestly I am going to ignore the Duce parts. Just flat out ignore them because. Yeah. Jorin, why on earth would Jorin help this Akalak out lol. Your character could get in a lot of trouble just for his part in this if it ever came about. And Malla, really, after seeing these two jokers with an Akalak ‘passed out’, the really horrible fibbing by Jorin, AND Duce dropping this guy on his head and still think they seem like nice guys? I got some blinker fluid to sell you cheap

Honestly This was a bizarre thread.

As always PM me if you have issues.