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[[Lets go back a little further...Delran called Demonsul a barbarian. Demonsul's character wouldn't stand something like that, so he leapt to his feet and put his sword against Delran's neck. As Samual then needed disposing of, I decided to deal with Delran quickly so that Demonsul could dispense of Samual and get back to Delran.

I don't see what your problem is.]]

*Demonsul gets bored, and tests himself by fighting some imagined opponents.

Demonsul turns to Delran. "I-like-to-kill-things. How is that not obvious by now?" he says, somewhat answering the unspoken question.

"I'm sick of your skewed ideas! Oh Delran, why must thou pursue false dreams? If warmongers die by war, so much the better, it is an honorable death! But liars will die from their lies!"
Demonsul is angry now, clenching his fists, ribbons of smoke leaking from them...

Grumbling, Demonsul returned to his drink, deliberately avoiding eye-contact with Delran.

*sets fists back on fire and attempts to dry self

"I don't think I could cool down any further, I'm drenched!"

*Septim fills the orders and slaps Travis.

"You know how long it took to get a drink from Sci? You should be thankful..."

[[OOC: Fills the orders means that YOU GOT YOUR DRINK!

>.<

;-)]]

*Septim slaps Delran for his comment, as his drink is right in front of him.

[[I was hoping someone would post something so I wouldn't have to double post, but...]]

Demonsul stood, and announced, "I will be taking a short break, maybe a few days. I will make this object hold my position filled while I'm gone." Demonsul leaves the Tavern for a second, then comes back in dragging a life-sized mannequin. Pushing it into position so it is sitting in his usual seat, Demonsul then turns to leave once more. "Keep all my positions in RPs on hold while I am gone..." he says, and then summons a flash of Black Fire. Once the smoke has cleared, he has vanished! Although the less-drunk patrons work out he simply walked out of the front door.

*Coughs

"I need a drink to get the smoke out f my system! Septim, a Hard Lemon!"

*Travis drinks his drink, and orders something else.*

[[Order: A weaker drink that the Tasidian Draught.]]

*the mannequin explodes, and Demonsul is standing where it was

"Hmm...not much appears to have happened."

*sits down at bar

"It's almost like I was never away...Septim Shot, please."

*Wakes up

"What happened? Must be the smoke! Septim, a Hard Lemon!"

*Looks around the tavern

"Demonsul, you back so soon?"

[[OOC: Won't be able to get on much until Wednesday of next week, won't be able to get on at all until Monday of next week. I'm giving bartendership of the tavern to Michael until I return...(so don't order any Septim Shots, he doesn't know how to make them)]]

*Septim pours the drink(s) and runs out the door.

[[No, I think you serve them out of that keg in the back]]

"Hmm..."

*blows more stuff up to fill the lull in the conversation

*Stands behind the bar and serves the regular to Pesterd*

"Septim is away on business for a few days.  I am here in his stead."

*leaps behind bar

"I guess I'm back here for a while..."

"..."

*looks round, then serves self a drink and drinks it

*Septim grabs Electric and rips out his skull with the spine still attached.

Mysterious voice: "Fatality!"

"Who said that? Oh well..."

*Septim runs off.

*Septim walks behind the bar and pours Deallus his drink.

"Sorry Demonsul, but I want to pour this..."

*Septim then pours himself a Septim Shot and sits across from Deallus.

"Sorry to see you go..."

*Septim walks to the counter and pours a Septim Shot before walking back.

"Here you are, Deallus," said Septim as he sat back down.

*Septim drinks his shot and smiles before walking to the bar and pouring himself another one, he then walks back and drinks it.

"Whoa...itsh ben about...a 'ear since I've...I've...what was I gonna say?"

*thinks*

"Ah! Thats shright! Since Iv have a shot!"

"Wow! For the few days I was away, this tavern boosted with activity! Well, have fun next! I will leave for some time to fight the Monsters named Exams! Will be lost of them! Cya!"

*walks into the bar with two ninja dwarves by his side

"Whats up people hows life going, Septim give me a peppermint snap"

*sits on barstool

"I guess Septim's back then...he can dress it up how he likes, but he's just waiting outside the door, I'm sure."

*takes a sip of his peppermint snap

"mmm, good stuff septim what you make this out of, and also my two ninja dwarfs would like one each"

*takes a pouch of gold and sets it on the table*

"here you go this should cover it"

*pushes the pouch towards septim.

[[5. Help me get working on Infested again? It will take me weeks alone.]]