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"Charley! I challenge you to a magical communicator duel! I choose the green side!"

*Slaps Windscar with a trout*

"You can't duel me if you can't afford the communicator...and I wouldn't dare mingle with a lower class patron."  :o

*Steps to the VIP corner of the tavern while avoiding the people on the ground and fighting.*

"My my...such an odd bunch"

all this *words* cuz you wanna come across as u r good people?


you know healthy people dont have  yearning to Prove they are healthy, just like shoe maker has no yearning to prove they are shoe makers, they just know it. So whats the deal here?

"Well Merlin it's rather like this. Sometimes you gotta keep prodding a dying guy just to make sure he's alive till death comes or salvation. You simply don't give up on it just because all seems lost."

*walks up to the magical red taped section charley is in and stares at the tape for a moment*

"Well charley, i am happy to inform you that i bought mine for a much lower price, and if i see a lower class patron, i shall inform you...now how about that duel. ill let you have the green side if you want"

*turns on the medieval jukebox to break the day-long silence*

"That was getting annoying..."

*Appears behind Uther*

"Ahhh, Scientist has never step foot in this place since before I came...but Septim still lurks around...the guy still has a few nuts loose though.  You might as well call me Scientist's replacement since I am the head RP mod.  I will pay for your first drink back from your absence."

"wait... what the hell was that? The thing you were just holding Deallus?"

*Trys to peer around Deallus' shoulder in an interested manner*

*Leans over and slaps Uther over his face*
"Tradition," he burped drunkedly.
"Just don't tell me that you're not a newcomer as you're coming after a long time again as I had tried to apply that logic with disastrous consequences."
*Eyes flicker as he recalls that mega-fight*

*pours Uther a Fire Mead*

"How are you, old friend?"

*jaw drops*

"It cant be! Its AGES! I am great old friend, and what of you?"

*Swig*

"Charley how does he just come out of nowhere like that?"

"Well, I guess that these 2 do have a right to comment about each other's activity considering that they're so active themselves."
*Walks off looking at a clock to show him as to when his slapping of newcomers right would be restored in order t avoid giggling*

*Stares at the wall creepily as he zones out* :|

*Notices a hole in him*

"Ow..."

*Pulls out a random didgeridoo and breaks it over Demonsul's head*

*breaks a bottle on DemonSpy's head for changing his name*

"It's a strange custom of mine, don't worry... also, you might want to put something on those scars...'

Ummmm???

*watches in a dazed sense while drinking firemead and mumbling folk songs*

*Pokes Kittie Croft with a stick*

"Harrow?"

*Furrows his brows*
*Mutters*"Mists away in the wind?"
"Damn, has this place gone to some Fcked dudes."

"...that was wierd..."

*stops taking his medieval hallucinogens*

*wakes up poked by stick, hears all the commotion around and waves carefully back at charley*

O.o
o.O

*leans over bar, finds shotglas her self and fills it up with absinthe and leaves gold behind bar for bartender*

*takes the gold, puts back the absinthe, takes the absinthe and gives back the gold*

"the service was slow" ;P

....

>.O

*shots absinthe before its taken again*

*apears over kittie croft*
heheh good job no1 can see me >=D!!
*ties her shoe laces together*

*smiles and disapears into mist in the corner*
heheheheheeeee >=D!!