Open [Silver Sliver Tavern] Non-human fisticuffs {Irriari}

[Lessomm]

Summer, 22nd, Year 513 Walking around the city all day was never fun, especialy not in Ravok. For some reason, Morenomy felt watched, as though these people were not realy accustomed to having a six armed person around. He scratched the side of his head, feeling the light bump in his skin where the scar had formed. He wondered how he had gotten such a scar. Strange, how you can forget certain things about your past for unknown reason. Morenomy just smiled at himself. It was a nice day in a pretty nice city. The breeze blowing through the docks was nice and refreshing. For some reason, there were no shirts designed for someone like him so Morenomy had bought himself a normal shirt and had carefully cut the sides open a bit below the sleeves, allowing him to stick one pair of arms through those and the other two pairs to move through the giant hole in the shirt. The only problem now was that the breeze was able to blow away most of his shirt, since it didn't have anything to stick to anymore and tucking it into his pants every two chimes didn't work either. So for the moment his shirt was breezing in the wind, flapping away like a flag. As he passed by the Silver Sliver, the sound of people laughing and telling tales to each other mixed with the smell of decent food and the sound of glasses klinking together. Morenomy felt himself drawn to the establishment. He placed one hand the doorknob and two on the door itself, pushing it open with all three right hands. As he walked in the common room all the laughing and talking, all the klinking glasses and people muttering turned dead quiet. Morenomy closed the door behind him, the only sound of creaking wood and metal klinking on metal coming from his belt were the only sounds in the room. "Damn freaks" A single mutter from the people in the room was accompanied by a whole set of glaring eyes, trying to see him away from their favorite watering hole. Morenomy ignored the obvious looks of hate and disgust sent his way as he moved to one of the tables more out of sight, near one of the corners of the establishment. As he sat down the metal klinking sounds from his belt repeated themselves and Morenomy moved his hands down to his belt, fingering the six metal objects dangling from his belt. For each hand, Morenomy had a gauntlet on his belt. Usually that had been enough to keep people from messing too much with him. The verbal assaults where nothing to him but sometimes people decided to get up and physically attempt to get to him. In that case the gauntlets came in useful as well, since a single gauntlet punch was often enough to make anyone back down. "Do you happen to have any fruit juice?" Morenomy asked the waitress as she came to his table. She simply glanced at him and it was obvious to him that if it hadn't been for the exorbitant price he would pay for whatever he would get, he would have been out of the establishment the moment he had entered. "Or just a glass of water?" The waitress left a lingering look before turning around and walking back to the counter. As he waited for his drink, he pulled out a piece of paper from one of his pockets. An official citizen registration paper. Not bad. It had taken him quite some time to get it but now he had it, right here, in his hands. An official citizens registration paper. The sum he had paid for it had been so high but it had definitely been worth it. With a smile, Morenomy put the piece of paper back in his pocket, drawing his attention back to the people around him. The laughing hadn't returned yet but the mutterings had increased. Creep. Freak. Ugly. Monster. The vocabulary never really changed even though the people who muttered them and sent the angry looks at him always changed. Morenomy grinned at the table in front of him and ran the hands of his top pair of arms through his hair.