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Ye Olde Taverne | ||||
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*Septim takes a deep breath and overcomes his urge to slap Zyrike. "We...do...not...serve...food!!!" *begins vibrating violently* "Alright...here's your ice..." *gives Zyrike his ice* | ||||
[[ }: ) Septim, a bar doesnt serve just drinks, it does serve some food, just not fancy food :P of course i went to a bar once that did have lobster]] | ||||
[[OOC: Pranks = causing problems, just warning you...>> And this is Ye Olde Taverne...it has no food.]] | ||||
[[ Okay, I'll find Septims exotic eats and eat there :P but even a tavern had food]] | ||||
*Bill shoots himself, and another Bill walks in.* "For the love of God, Zyrike, just calm the fuck down! You are annoying the heck out of everyone, brining back old threads and making new ones, when it is VERY easy to track them down. You bring back an old forum just for the heck of it... Only the King and God of sp@m can do that! (aka me and Septim.) No one is going to play an old game you made two years ago after it failed!" *Bill shoots himself again, and another Bill walks in." "God dammit, Zyrike, clones are expensive! Stop making these guys kill themself." | ||||
[[Solved]] | ||||
*sits in a corner, simply pleased that Zryike has calmed down slightly | ||||
Suddenly, a knight on a horse crashes through the wall and scares the hell out of everybody in the tavern (except Septim, who is used to it). "I AM SIR WILLIAM OF WORCHESHIRE!!!" The knight throws several bottles of Worcheshire to the patrons and rides out the hole. Septim then waves his hand and the wall repairs itself. "God dammit..." | ||||
[[ well be happy, I'm not going to be as active for the next 2 weeks, so i cant annoy you O.O]] | ||||
*Catches the bottle thrown to him and puts it on the counter | ||||
*arrives listening to his awesome GlastiTech MedievalMP3 player | ||||
*Bill grabs his 'middle-aged' lasso and grabs the device from Demonsul.* "Ehh, what's this?" *Bill looks on the screen to see a video of porn.* "Whoa nelly!!!" | ||||
*is surprised as there is no screen on the MMP3 | ||||
*Bill hopes no one noticed the video playing on his 'western' watch as he slowly turned it off.* | ||||
*Sits at the bar smoking and listening the wind blowing into the tavern | ||||
"Nothing." | ||||
The leaves rustle and the dust settles on the Ye Olde Tavern wasteland. Mr. Eon Z. Wyte sits down at the bar, only to find his chair breaks from disrepair. He looks around and sighs. "This once had better days to it". He leans on the b*beep*ptim!, Septim! a glass of milk please!. He waits for a couple minutes but Septim isn't there. | ||||
*Septim slaps Zyrike for ordering a glass of milk, and serves it anyway. | ||||
*pulls out earphones and watches intently | ||||
*Larson pulls out his watch again and watches the video.* | ||||
Eon Wyte walks back in, he has a black cloak, and all his clothes are as night black. The cloak swirls around him, and onlookers glimpse his weapon. The dimension ripper. With a scimitar blade on one end, and a regular sword blade on the other, this double sided sword is deadly in the hands of a master. eon sits in a corner, he blends in so well that everyone thinks he just walked through the wall. He waits for someone to attend, not relizeing he is immpossible to see. | ||||
[[OOC: GOTH!!!]] *Septim takes off Zyrike invisbility sunglasses and gives them back to Adam Sandler. | ||||
[[what??????? my guy is really stealthly like. and its not zyrike, its Eon, i want to change my name but if i do i lose all the good stuff i have in game. | ||||
*takes off Zryike's false nose "I thought it was you, Zryike! Stop fooling around!" | ||||
Zyrike blows up Demonsul. "How dare you take my false nose off!" | ||||
*Septim laughs. "You're lucky you got out of the shady corner, that was Shezmu's spot, and if he finds out you sat in it he's likely to either do something very nasty or very painful..." | ||||
*Get up from the bar and kicks Zyrike's @ss | ||||
*strolls in* | ||||
[[Demonsul, whenever you get on, please go to IRC.]] | ||||
[[Whoops! Sorry Demonsul, got caught up in something... Please come back on...]] | ||||
[[Please... sometime soon? I require your great drawing skills...]] | ||||
*Signifer walks in and takes a seat at the bar. | ||||
*walks in | ||||
"Well, you're safe here!" [[Forget you, Demonsul. I found something better to use.]] | ||||
*Signifer approaches Demonsul. | ||||
*Septim walks into the tavern and throws his coat on a hook James Bond style. "I'm back..." *Septim lets Demonsul get out from behind the bar and jumps back behind it. | ||||
*gets up and dramatically leaves for a period of extended inactivity | ||||
*Septim posts so that Demonsul doesn't come back from the inactivity to see his post was the last post. | ||||
*Lights another cigartte | ||||
*dies from secondhand smoke* | ||||
*Throws water to Delran to extinguish cigartte* | ||||
*Delran waves his hand and a fire shield engulfs him, protecting him and his cigarette from the water. Another wave of the hand and a fireball is thrown towards Hel. | ||||
Zyrike throws explosive to blow up the cigar | ||||
*Septim sneaks up behind Zyrike with his awesome ninja skillz and grabs him Solid Snake style. He then holds a small knife to Zyrike's throat. "Speak!" | ||||
"Woof Woof" | ||||
*The explosives are destroyed by the shield | ||||
*Septim begins petting Zyrike. | ||||
"Eon comes out of Septim's shadow and whisks Zyrike away. A whisper of sound was heard by everyone. | ||||
"That would be the Overrated Ale...you sure you want this?" | ||||
"Yeah I got enough money from Z" Here he paused and looked around."from my resources" | ||||
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