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Ye Olde Taverne | ||||
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*Septim pours Cedric a third Tasidian Draught. | ||||
*Drinks it more slowly and then tips over off of the stool* | ||||
*Septim snaps his finger and Slasher runs out. Slasher begins drawing facial hair, glasses, and "I hate everybody" on Cedric's face with a sharpie.. | ||||
*grabs the Sharpie | ||||
*Slasher shreds Demonsul's hand when he tries to take the sharpie and makes several loud (and insulting) mongoose noises before continuing his artwork. | ||||
*Wakes up* *Jumps up and runs around the tavern before tripping and breaking a table in half with his head. Lays on the ground unconscious again* | ||||
*Slasher shruggs and runs over to where Cedric fell, he then finishes drawing several rude comments on his face. "*mongoose noises*" *Slasher runs away with the sharpie. | ||||
*heals bleeding hand | ||||
*Two Cedric clones run in and carry off the unconscious one. Several minutes later a single clone walks in and sits down at the bar* | ||||
*Septim pours Cedric a Tasidian Draught, then turns to Demonsul. "Ask Slasher..." | ||||
"Okay, where the hell is he?" | ||||
*Slasher runs out of his hole without the sharpie. "*mongoose noises*" "He says 'what the hell do you want?'," says Septim | ||||
*to Slasher, feeling slightly ridiculous "Do you have more of those Sharp-ee things? If so can I borrow one?" | ||||
"I thought we all had one...how else do I draw on your face when you pass out? Didn't you notice the...erm nevermind." *Hopes there aren't any mirrors in the tavern* | ||||
*Slasher made another mongoose noise. "He says he has no idea what you're talking about..." says Septim, "He also says he denies all involvement...and...that he did not have sex with that woman." | ||||
"I am afraid I will be gone for a day. I shall return on the eve of the night after. Farewell friends until then." | ||||
"Well, seeing as both Cedric and I are leaving, I will be giving Demonsul the position of barkeep until my return. I leave in around twenty hours, but I want to give him a good warning," said Septim, "If he accepts, good, if not, I guess Grubbs'll have to do..." | ||||
"Hey, I can do this till monday!" | ||||
*Runs back in* [[Be back tomorrow night ;) ]] | ||||
"Meh, I can manage until then..." | ||||
*Septim walks out the door. "Good luck," says Septim *Septim leaves. | ||||
"Alright, Demonsul, my usual! If you know what it is!" | ||||
"Why should I care? I don't intervene into your life usually, so I don't know ore care what you usually drink. I'm only here for a single day, name a drink when you want one..." | ||||
"Wow, you seem to read peoples minds! Nice one!" | ||||
*Slasher walks out and looks at Delran, he then looks at Demonsul. "*mongoose noises*" Translation: "You're not Septim...neither are you..." *Slasher looks around the taverne and doesn't see Septim, he then lets out a long mourneful cry before going back into its home: Septim's Footlocker. | ||||
*Arvious jumps into the tavern and beats everyone up except the bartender.* "Woo, sorry... had a crazy whim." *Arvious jumps out of the tavern ninja-like.* | ||||
*Slasher shreds Arvious into dust. "*mongoose noises*" *Slasher runs away. | ||||
*A gust of wind blows the dust away, out of the tavern.* | ||||
"Wow Slasher sure knows how to deal with attacks upon the tavern* | ||||
"Yeah, he does..." | ||||
*Drinks and spits | ||||
"I'm not Septim, and you didn't complain about the first one! If anything, that one was worse. Why don't you ask for something non-specialized?" | ||||
"Gimme some wiskey with vodka and lemon juice! One part wiskey, one part vodka three parts lemon juice." | ||||
*pours them together and gives it to Delran | ||||
"HMMM!!!!!!!!! Nice and smooth! I shall call it........Andorian Drink!" | ||||
*Slasher walks in. "*mongoose noises*" Translation (sarcastic): "Wow...creative..." *Slasher runs and jumps into the footlocker. | ||||
"Slasher, if you think you are better you name it!" | ||||
*Arvious's dust blows in and form the word Silveur Shot.* | ||||
*Slasher pops his head out of the footlocker. "*mongoose noises*" Translation: "Here's a good name: Lack-of-Imagination Lager!" *Slasher goes back into the footlocker. | ||||
*Arvious's dust form the words: Get me a vodka.* | ||||
"Here is an idea: Andorian Slasher! Like it?" | ||||
*Slasher pops out of the footlocker. "*Mongoose noises*" Translation: "Stop trying to appease me..." *Slasher goes back into the footlocker. | ||||
*Arvious's dust blows off from the bar and lands on the footlocker and rings the doorbell which was strangely on it.* | ||||
*Slasher pops out. "*mongoose noises*" Translation: "What the hell do you want?" | ||||
*Arvious's dust spell the words: I have the human flesh and sp@m pizza you ordered thirty minutes ago.* | ||||
"That's mine!" *Septim walks in, throws some gold coins on the dust, grabs the pizza, and runs out. "Seeya!" *Slasher goes back into the footlocker. | ||||
"Hmm...this is a long drink. Hard Lemon! Any comments?" | ||||
*Builds a shrine dedicated to slasher-the king of mongooses* | ||||
*Arvious somehow manages to be able to carry the gold, go to the bank, and come back.* | ||||
*Slasher comes out, looks at the shrine, and curses. "*mongoose noises*" Translation (angry): "What the hell? Why are people trying to make me like them...dammit..." *Slasher goes back into the footlocker where some of Septim's most powerful items are held. | ||||
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