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*Signs the waiver and looks at Soda oddly before gulping down the Shot*

Oh...hey

*chucks a rock at Charley*

*Dodges the rock after being stuck in a time freeze*

"Greetings."

*Hides under the floorboards*

*wakes up*

"Huh... I probably should get back to that whole RP I was doing earlier.  Meh, throw me a beer."

*falls over*

*Catches Arvious' beer*

"Good thing that everything is so slow or I never would have caught that!"

*chuckles*

"Well, things must be pretty grim...Scientist has returned when he normally would avoid this place at all costs."

*Chuckles to himself*

*Applauds*

"When was the last time you did much of anything around here? Haha"

"Hey Scientist, did you ever finish revealing the famous "FF300" pictures? I could never remember and I just looked to see but am still not sure if you finished."

*The door opens suddenly and a summer breeze floats in, lightly causing the figure who stood in the doorway's blazing red hair to stir slightly. The figure is an an unusual one for these parts. For one, she is a woman. A short woman, but a woman none the less. Her wide Bette Davis eyes are the brilliant blue colour of the sky on a summer day so perfect, it likely has never been seen by man. Her hair is two toned, with her bangs stark white, framing her cute face, and the rest being the fiery red colour of a blazing conflagration, or the funeral pyre of one of her unfortunate victims. Her skin is pale as the moonlight that once controlled her, and covered in freckles, dusting across her cheeks and petite nose. Her modestly sized bust was covered with form fitting steel plate armour spattered with blood. Her torso was covered in a form fitting black fabric that seemed to have the appearance of scales in the light, as were her arms, though she wore pauldrons  on her shoulders that made them look wider than they actually were. Her hips were wide, with armour covering her shapely legs, and covering her feet. Her forearms were covered by bracers and her dainty hands were clad in black leather gloves. A sword was at her side, freshly cleaned. This would have all made her an extremely intimidating figure if she were more than 5'3" in height. She walks in, her armour clanking as she does so. Her striking eyes scan the patrons as she walks until she sits down at the bar. "Guten abend, mein old friend," *she says, a goodnatured smirk playing across her rose pink lips.* "It's been a long time, hasn't it?" *Her voice is heavily accented.* "May I please haff un Gin und Tonic, vith a bit of extra lime?"

*Catches the drink deftly and takes a deep drink.* "He can haff it. Ze bastard who it came from deserves vhatever sorts of horrible sings he could do vith his blood." *She smirks* "Leeches, huh? I've used a Leech AS a piñata before. . . but I cannot beat ze scuba diver und ze squirrel."

"Oh my. Zat sounds like somesingk I might haff to go out und kill. . . und I just got back. . . " *she sighs* "Oh vell," *she shrugs.* "I could use ze money. But if he sinks he's gettingk it for free, he vill find my fist cavingk in his head."

"I'd razer see a Megachipmunkskydiververesombrero, honestly," *she says with a shrug*

*Stares across the room at the commotion as it unfolded*

"Still waiting on that drink over here!"

*Lifts his staff and waves it over his table, the clutter that was covering the table disappears and a single skull shaped candle appears in the middle. The skull is unlike any that had been seen in the tavern before with it's elongated jaw and wide mid-section, it is definitely from another world. The candle burns like no other in the tavern, the flame a deep shade of red and burning so strongly that it makes the skull look even more menacing.*

"I hope you don't mind me eluminating my table a bit, dark is good but this candle comes with me everywhere now, a sort of momento of past experiences."

"Thank you my good man."

*Drinks the beer down quickly and in big gulps.*

"You'll need more than a broom to wake him!"

*Lifts his staff and one of the unoccupied tables at the far end of the room lifts into the air. As he waves his staff towards Charley who is asleep on the bar the table is flung across the room and smacks him straight in the back sending splinters of wood flying in all directions.*

"That may be a little more effective!"

*Wakes up*

"Oh hey! Greetings and welcome to the tavern.  I forget why I am being assaulted but it isn't unusual.  Glad to see a civilized being this far away from civilization.  Speaking of civilization, can I have a beer over here to dull this pain in my back?"

*Pulls out some splinters*

*floats a drink down to Charley*

*Walks into the tavern, looks around and walks up to the bar and leans on a support beam while biting down on a toothpick and flipping a coin with one hand, the other in his pocket*

"Hmm, wrong pub it seems."

*Goes to leave and on the way out nails a piece of paper to the doorway saying 'No MODs and NO MOD ABUSE'*

*looks over at Demonsul*

"What? Charley, you're losing it man!"

*seemingly from nowhere, a stranger appears at a table in the back of the bar. He already has a mug of the bars locale ale and has a very confused look on his aged face. Slamming the container to the table, the man kicks the chair from beneath himself and slowly backs to a corner, hand fishing into the folds of his cloak*

-What in the name of all that is evil just happened?-

*the figure thought as he fingered the daggers hidden deep in his cloak.*

-I know I was just here. There is the crazy bartender. And the woman. The drunk at the bar, splinters and all.-

*The man continued mussing over the strange happenings. It was as if the last few days had been wiped from existence. It was as if “It” was happening all over again.*

-Calm yourself. Sit down and stop calling attention to yourself. It will all work itself out like it did before; just don’t start acting all crazy about things. There is a logical explanation for it all.-

*The stalwart figure returned to the table and dragged the chair back underneath himself. Pulling the weathered cloak further over his face, he surveyed the establishment. He noticed a new face that was not there from before. This made his resolve to determine the happenings of late, more pressing. He had, at times, lost days after a good score. Paying for women and drink in excess and passing out in a dingy loft or alley, but this was different. He would figure it out, he just need to think. He nodded at the man behind the bar for a refill; wary of the use of magic he knew would accompany the delivery.

…….he would drink….and think.*

*wakes up*

"Bite my shiny metal-"

*falls over*

*Pokes Septim with a pointy stick and runs*

*Strolls in, looks around the room taking in the class, or lack therof, of the patrons*

*With a sneer and a sarcastic tone I speak*  "This is the great Tavern I have heard about?? Methinks if you ever saw a pig sty you would say it was great also, then again, thats readily apparent isn't it?"

*Walk over to the bar taking a roundabout route, obviously to avoid the refuse, and also the trash, both human and otherwise*  "Bar-keep, a bottle of your finest vintage and a reasonably clean glass if you would" *mutter to myself*,"if it is undrinkable, as it seems it must be.....it will not go well, he told me to make sure things were right."

*Walks in with a generic epic entrance*

"Hi everyone!"  *Is closelined by a potato shredder*