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Ye Olde Taverne | ||||
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"It was fourteen hours, Mr. Leiondon," said Septim with a chuckle. | ||||
"Two hours till he replied," Travis grumbled. "Screw it, gimme a Septim Shot, pronto." | ||||
2 days. Besides, there's not 1RP on. | ||||
Hey septim why don't you start one? | ||||
*wakes up | ||||
Watches Demonsul torture himself 'Hm.. I rather like this.' | ||||
This *beep*ing taverne is getting on my *beep*ing tits /me places a bomb under a chair before walking out 007 Style | ||||
*sniffs the air* "Good Zeta, who placed the stinkbomb. Slasher, search and destroy!" *Slasher runs outside and mauls Pineapple before coming back in. | ||||
*Travis looks around.* "Good ZeTa, it's been five days, and I STILL don't have my drink!" | ||||
*a nearby skeleton taps Travis on the shoulder | ||||
Sadly it would appear a longer run awaits you yet still Leiondon. | ||||
*fills orders* | ||||
Well septim I think that we might have to start setting goals for this tavern. (for no. of posts) | ||||
"Wh-what?! Why destroy the informal and casual atmosphere that has flourished in this place for many eras?" | ||||
Because the place where the informal and casual atmosphere has flourished for centuries shall itself no longer exist. | ||||
Why? what importance does Demonsul have that i dont? *takes the water out of his beer and improvements it into three orbs, spining them around his finger | ||||
"Probably it's the fact I'm one of the longest standing patrons here." said Demonsul, before casually turning to Himanil and saying quietly, "I trust you have one glimpse of sense left in you. Don't try to change the Tavern, if you know the difference between freedom and...well, pain." | ||||
I'm no stranger to pain (smiles) besides didn't you hear 'No Pain No Gain', you gotta get this up. | ||||
*Opportunity sees slasher as he walks in. | ||||
"No pain without gain, Ill grant, but it's the most clumsy way to gain anything. If you have nothing better, I pity you." | ||||
tch..tch we clumsy VU RP'ers have gotten into really bad shape. | ||||
I agree | ||||
Why of course you do. See this 'Septim I'd like a Septim Shot.' | ||||
Demonsul climbs behind the bar, immune to any effects from being barkeep before, and sticks up a sign saying; IF IT'S NOT GOOD, DON'T BOTHER. After this, he sits back on his seat. | ||||
Saw that Aqua how long before anyone bothered to reply. | ||||
"If you must know, there were some compatability errors with my browser...I have no idea what that means. What's a browser?" | ||||
"well it depends on what you consider your browser" *Aqua takes Whistle from his poket and played for it a little while before putting it back in its poket | ||||
I'm sure I can count the number of active posters on my fingers now. | ||||
Count me in now sir, i wish to countinue doing this when not able to play *Aqua blows whistle, nothing happens, shakes his head and goes back to his halfavisen | ||||
Demonsul seizes Aqua's whistle and throws it behind the bar. | ||||
Proper internet connectivity or not I think some kind of record has been created here, Septim hasn't posted for.......for (shudders) 18 posts. | ||||
...>> | ||||
See this, I still haven't had my drink. | ||||
I do not believe in Zeta. I believe in another god altogether. It's kind of a personal choice. >=P | ||||
"Personal choices are prohibited within the tavern" | ||||
*paracelzus walks into the tavern again, takes one look, and states:* | ||||
They got incenerated. | ||||
*slaps demonsul upside the face
you fool!! | ||||
*While no one was looking, Travis grabbed a pernament marker and wrote next to the sign John pointed to "For Fools."* "Dammit, still applies to me." | ||||
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"Barkeep pour me a lager........ better you jt bring me the god DAMN BARREL!" | ||||
*gives Illidan a barrel of lager and fills any other orders* | ||||
"I think he is unsure of his gender..." "*Waits for her his barrel*" | ||||
*Travis covers up his snort as a loud cough as he hears William.* | ||||
Himanil pats Travis phenomenally hard to help him get out what was inside. | ||||
*Travis pushes Himanil off his chair for bruising his back, and throws his glass at his head.* "Bartender, can I get a bottle of your finest ale?" | ||||
Himanil ducks, narrowly avoiding his head getting shredded with glass shrapnel. | ||||
*Superman jumps in front of Travis and deflects the barrels off his chest.* | ||||
*Septim clones jump through the windows and subdue the fighters, they then fix the tavern in around...two seconds...and leave* | ||||
*What Septim called 'subdue' meant tying Travis and Himanil to a couch and watch a 24 hour-long video about the laws of physics.* "LET ME OUT! OH-OH GOD NO!! AHHH, MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOOOOP!!!!! MY EEEYES!" | ||||
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