ooc: Are you ever going to put a tap on the new people? This is twenty! bic: "Lead the way, Lord."
"Agreed." Xiron tipped the barman, and stepped out into the alley with Raxen.
ooc: Have not. ooc2: okay, if your not going to respond... bic: The bar patron looked skeptical about this, but the look in Xiron's eyes, and the size of the man compared to himself compelled him to sit back down, giving them the evil eye for the rest of their vist. "Useless drunkards." Xiron said and took another draught.
One of the bar patrons stepped angrily forward, but immediatly ran into Xiron's chest. "I ask again, sit down, sir."
BP 2: 'S'at righ'? he... BP 1: Came from nowhere...he... BP 2: awrigh' funny man. we gonna haf a pro'lem, or yah gonn' tell us whe' yah came from?
Bar Patron 2: We don' like yo' kind. Yah myste'ous lot. Bar Patron 1: I ain't never seen you lot round here before. Where'choo come from?
There's a random keyblade sitting on the cliff in that pic.
Xiron stared into his mug. "Sir. Sit back down. I don't want to hurt you. You don't want me to hurt you. All we want is to drink. Sit back down with your friend, there, and no one will have to be hurt." Bartender: I'll have none of that kind of talk in this bar! The patrons got closer to the table. Xiron looked up at the Superior in annoyance.
Bar Patron: Hey! Ya'too! Wha- Xiron: Sit back down, sir.
Bar Patron 2, who had first accused Xiron and Raxen of being "muggas" now stood up and headed for the table.
"Now, what was the point of ordering every drink on the menu, if you're going to sip tea all night?" Bar Patron 1: What's up with those two? Bar Patron 2: Idunno. Ah can tell'ah one thing, though. They are't from round here. Not e'en if thei' wo'ld got distroyed. Bar Patron 3: I know what you mean. They aren't one of us. How did they get here? Bar Patron 2: Idunno. But ah plan tuh fin' out....
Xiron smiled into his tankard. Several speculatory looks became looks of complete confusion. Most of the rest stayed.
Listening to "Paint is Black." coincidence?
Xiron turned and looked at the shady glances and shifty eyes. Each and every face was familiar, although none he had seen before. "I lived on a world like this bar."
"They can't help it. Every one of them has lost their world to the darkness. Its not their fault they have no one left to trust. And we aren't exactly the most innocent looking fellows." Xiron said, conversationally to Raxen. He did not want these people to hear every word, but if he whispered, he knew the patrons would think them more suspicious than ever.
Xiron saved his tea for later. It cooled his nerves after a drink. He took a long draught of ale. Suspicious whispers flew at them from every other table in the pub.
hehehehhe....
Bar patron: Yeah, man? You guys mugga's or summat? Xiron stared the man down and payed for the drinks.
...is orange. :D
"Thank you lord, but I need not of it." Xiron called forth a rather large pouch of Munny from his pocket. ooc: What are you talking about!? Xiron would never use his powers over metal to steal money from rich people who don't need it!!! :D
