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*deftly flicks the dagger away*

"tsk tsk my dear boy."

*grabs the closest statue and smashes it against another*

they merely take up room.

*the ancient Golems begin cleaning up the shattered pieces of statues*

"hmm...this may be fun."

*takes a glass and runs to the bathroom. a bit later comes out with a full glass*

"perfect"

*gives the drink to the demon-man*

"on the house!"

*Sips on his dusty Septim shot*

"Well played old boy."

*Slow, slightly squishy footsteps approach.*

*Spud enters the room*

"IIIIMMMMMM BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!"

*Pulls out Masher Cannon*

"Who wants some?!"

*Stunned by the glass colliding with his head, Spud starts firing his Masher Cannon at random.*

"GaH!!!! My head! How dare you!"

*Mashing of objects ensue. Mashed barstools. Mashed Tables. Mashed Pints.*

"When I'm done with you, you will ALL be DELICIOUS!!!!"

everyone comes back

"now i'm going to kick all ur butts"

"Welcome back everybody!" 

*wakes up*

"'Ello thar peepsies."

*falls over*

(On a supr-srs note, I'd be up for some forum RPing if anyone is interested in starting one or participating in one of my sure-to-immediately-crash-and-burn RPs.)

(Also, why the hell am I awake at almost 3 in the morning?)

*attepts t hod imself steady and appear to be a statue*

*Falls to the ground and breaks into a million pieces*

*takes his Spoon back*

there is a reason why i am the Lord of the Golden spoon!

shhhhh....

you are disturbing the quiet here!

*Watches Senturu worship his golden spoon and wishes it stolen.* 

*The door creaks open revealing a tall figure with an extremely tattered cloak. Comes and sits by the bar.*

*walks into the taverne with a mighty thud from his water logged boots, He looks around with a gaze that the devil himself would be proud of, He makes his may to the Bar, Noticing that with every step, He leaves an outline, a pattern.... A memory*

"aehh..."

*As he starts to say something he remembers, the posters, the bounty's.... the face's ..... the faces of the victims. the face's of the tavern dwellers ....... He feels their eyes sizeing him up, He see's their smiles widening, their eyes glistening*

"paaahh"

*With a huge lung full of air, He starts to panic, starts to become anxious, he feels his heart starting to race at which point one of the tavern dwellers starts to walk towards the bar, seamingly to attack him and claim the bounty on his head*

"Raehaaaa"

*Withought a second thought He swings His sword that was concealed inside his raincoat, Spinning around to Get the best connection possible*

*looks around with anger in his eye's with a hint of Fear*

"I am sorry for the mess i have Made, I cannot trust anybody.
I am perticularly unstable at this present time....*

*Hears Dogs, Shouting and whistles coming from outside of the tavern*

"Again i am sorry, But please you have to help me, Hide me..... PLease"

*Looks at SFD with a peculiar expression and walks over to the door and bangs it shut*

*looks up*

*Scientist walks though the old doors of the tavern causing them to creak terribly.*

Charley pushed over the skeleton of Septim, who had died waiting for Scientist to arrive (again).  Another Septim clone would arrive soon enough but until then, Charley filled the orders and leaned onto the bar.

"So Scientist, is this one of your 'Once every solar eclipse' visits or do you plan on making more regular visits like myself? I visit once every blue moon or something like that," chuckled Charley as he laughed at his own stupid joke...which probably made him a moron or something.  Anyways, he moved back to the other side of the bar and awaited the next arrival.  Which would probably be some idiot who would be overacting the whole 'medieval taverne entrance' but it was an inevitable occurrence. 

"Well, I may come by a few times a year.  I merely pass by on my way to and from different places.  Lets me see how it is doing.  Septim makes fewer appearances than I do.  My life has been filled with many changes (Including that of my home and internet!) so I swing by the great libraries and use the special portals they have there called 'Internet.'  Quite troublesome though.  How about you? I thought you died from old age or a heart attack.  Like the one you had like 3-4 years ago," replied Charley as he sipped at a drink.

*Creeps stealthily uptil the bar, pauses to survey the area before taking a deep breath and leaping over the top, half fearful, half expectant*

*Grins as some of the soot falls off his reassembled face*

*Watches darkly as Charley mutters some gibberish and sloshes about drunk*