Chell observed Zach's pantomime. Something must have happened to his notepad. Maybe he didn't cover it well from the rain? She still managed to understand what Zach meant.
"Don't worry about that. It's on the house." she said with a smile.
"Wait what do you mean 'it's on the house'?" Buster had snapped around, interrogative expression and tone. Chell glanced over at him, her smile disappearing for a moment.
"I'll speak with father. Next three shipments half price." she stated, emotionless as usual. Buster stepped away from the kettle, which was now heating up on the stove, and walked in front of Zach. A big smile decorated his face.
"Don't hesitate to ask, kid. If you need anything, gimme a whisle." Buster cheerfully added, the smile still big on his face. Suddenly the kettle began whistling, grabbing his attention. In a couple of moments and a sequence of fast movements, a smoking hot cup of tea was served right in front of Zach, accompanied by the same smile as before.
Eldritch Happenings RP
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Mar 8, 2016 9:05 PM #1441306
Mar 8, 2016 9:08 PM #1441307
Seven chuckled slightly. 'Hey, we all need to keep up appearances. Just a glass of water will be fine, thanks.' he replied to the bartender. Zach spelt out a question mark atop the counter, and Seven sighed. 'I was challenged to a drinking contest.' He looked to the rest of the crowd, then at Chell. He smiled, and said, 'I lost.'
Mar 8, 2016 9:24 PM #1441309
The boy sat down and picked up the cup, blowing on it gently before taking a sip. He drank slowly, constantly following each sip by another gentle blow. However tea wouldn't fill his empty stomach and so he tried to whistle. He hadn't whistled since when he was younger, he never had reason to since he was a young and before The Cult ruined his life. However he remembered the basic mechanics of whistling and gently whistled. Once he got Buster's attention, he used his two index fingers to draw the shape of a rectangle to represent a menu.
Mar 8, 2016 9:52 PM #1441313
Buster laughed out loud at Seven's statement. Chell kept her composure, limiting herself to a very suppressed giggle. Some of the people around the tables near the counter did the same, hearing Seven's sentence. Buster stood straight, hands on his sides.
"You never stood a chance, mate. She's daughter of a brewer. Alcohol flows through her veins." he stated with a slightly higher than necessary voice tone. Chell complimented his statement with a quick eyebrow raise, a shrug and a sip from her beer. Buster noticed that Zach whistled, but he couldn't make up what he was asking for.
"You want a box? Why the hell would you want a box, mate?"
"He wants to take a look at the menu. He's hungry." Chell explained in between sips. Buster nodded in agreement. He leaned backwards a tiny bit, pulling a quite dusty catalogue from a drawer and handing him to Zach.
"Just tell me whatever you want and I'll bring it to you." he added with a smile. (((OOC: Basically make this part up cuz im going to bed)))
His eyes then met Seven's figure, standing right behind Zach. Buster slowly reached to his side, getting a glass filled with water seemingly out of nowhere. He placed it in front of Seven, grinning.
"There you go princess."
But a moment before Seven could get a hold of the glass, Buster snatched it from the table. He pulled it up to his nose and smelled it.
"Oh my bad, big fella. This is my Balkan glass." he stated while moving the glass away from Seven, placing it almost next to Chell. He turned around and took another glass from the cupboard, handing it to Seven after filling it with water.
"You know, your name really fits you. You only lasted about seven seconds..." he mocked him with a gigantic grin growing on his face. The whole half of the bar bursted out laughing, whistling and clapping. Even Chell, who was trying to keep herself on the low, was now laughing slightly.
"You never stood a chance, mate. She's daughter of a brewer. Alcohol flows through her veins." he stated with a slightly higher than necessary voice tone. Chell complimented his statement with a quick eyebrow raise, a shrug and a sip from her beer. Buster noticed that Zach whistled, but he couldn't make up what he was asking for.
"You want a box? Why the hell would you want a box, mate?"
"He wants to take a look at the menu. He's hungry." Chell explained in between sips. Buster nodded in agreement. He leaned backwards a tiny bit, pulling a quite dusty catalogue from a drawer and handing him to Zach.
"Just tell me whatever you want and I'll bring it to you." he added with a smile. (((OOC: Basically make this part up cuz im going to bed)))
His eyes then met Seven's figure, standing right behind Zach. Buster slowly reached to his side, getting a glass filled with water seemingly out of nowhere. He placed it in front of Seven, grinning.
"There you go princess."
But a moment before Seven could get a hold of the glass, Buster snatched it from the table. He pulled it up to his nose and smelled it.
"Oh my bad, big fella. This is my Balkan glass." he stated while moving the glass away from Seven, placing it almost next to Chell. He turned around and took another glass from the cupboard, handing it to Seven after filling it with water.
"You know, your name really fits you. You only lasted about seven seconds..." he mocked him with a gigantic grin growing on his face. The whole half of the bar bursted out laughing, whistling and clapping. Even Chell, who was trying to keep herself on the low, was now laughing slightly.
Mar 8, 2016 9:56 PM #1441314
Seven sighed.
Mar 8, 2016 10:06 PM #1441315
Gaius tapped the table, aggravated that he didn't have his shot. He searched the bar for the tender and, upon seeing him, walked towards him, so tired that he didn't notice the people he was passing. He only saw the Balkan beauty in the tender's hand. He tapped the tender upon the shoulder, saying, "You mind if I take that drink from you?"
Mar 8, 2016 10:19 PM #1441317
Buster turned around, facing the man. Immediately he remembered that the man had placed an order, but he forgot about it.
"Oh my bad laddie." He apologized, placing the glass on the counter. He quickly circled around, reaching the drinks cupboard and pulling out a 40 cl Balkan bottle. On his way out he grabbed a glass and, upon reaching the man, handed him both.
"Sorry for the delay. Here, this one's on the house. Enjoy!"
"Oh my bad laddie." He apologized, placing the glass on the counter. He quickly circled around, reaching the drinks cupboard and pulling out a 40 cl Balkan bottle. On his way out he grabbed a glass and, upon reaching the man, handed him both.
"Sorry for the delay. Here, this one's on the house. Enjoy!"
Mar 8, 2016 11:10 PM #1441322
Zachary took the menu and looked through before looking back up and whistling. He was completely enthralled with the liberty to order whatever he wanted, however he knew self-restraint and only chose two dishes. He flipped the menu over and not seeing the drink list, pointed at the scotch. The man nodded and snorted at him pointing at the alcohol but he gave the boy a shot and the bottle, then made his way to the kitchen. He sipped slowly on the drink as he waited for the food, he rubbed his nose at the slight tingle and burn irritation, but he enjoyed the warm bloom sensation that happened when it reached his stomach. His alcohol tolerance was unexpectedly high as he found that being in a drunken stupor was one of the few ways he could sleep as the alcohol seemed to knock out the voices as well. However alcohol costed money and he wasn't in a situation where he could spend money on it. He poured himself another shot and sipped it down, finally placing down the glass when he came out with the steak and chicken.
The man nodded his approval when he saw the empty glass. "You seem to be holding your liquor better than Chell's other friend boy. Good on you." He placed down the utensils and went back to tending his bar. Zach dug in with gusto, quickly devouring the steak then attacking the chicken, using his hands instead of the utensils. He ate like an animal but there wasn't much of a mess, nothing splashed onto his robe nor fell off the plates. Cleaning the plates entirely, he cleaned his mouth and hands with the cloth napkin the utensils were wrapped up in and then wrote on the counter, "Thank you."
The man nodded his approval when he saw the empty glass. "You seem to be holding your liquor better than Chell's other friend boy. Good on you." He placed down the utensils and went back to tending his bar. Zach dug in with gusto, quickly devouring the steak then attacking the chicken, using his hands instead of the utensils. He ate like an animal but there wasn't much of a mess, nothing splashed onto his robe nor fell off the plates. Cleaning the plates entirely, he cleaned his mouth and hands with the cloth napkin the utensils were wrapped up in and then wrote on the counter, "Thank you."
Mar 9, 2016 12:44 AM #1441334
Klein was interested in what was happening. All the creatures and the monsters, the world where he had control over fire was something as well! But he couldn't stave off the creeping suspicion of the dangers that came with it. He sighed.
He was just outside Raven's Pub, he didn't like to drink and alcohol didn't really mix well with fire... well it did, a molotov was his favorite concoctions but he'd rather not burn down the establishment. He had followed Seven here quietly, supposedly, his uncanny ability to make people unaware of his presence kept him a secret. He wasn't a guy people looked for and he had nothing to show to catch people's eyes so they naturally drifted away from him.
He sat down, back against the wall, lit a cigarette and puffed out a satisfying cloud of gray. He fished out his book and delved into its pages, the heat of his cough inducing stick kept him alert as the words simply melted off the page and slipped into his mind. It was a troubling book, he felt it, but he was attached to it.
He was just outside Raven's Pub, he didn't like to drink and alcohol didn't really mix well with fire... well it did, a molotov was his favorite concoctions but he'd rather not burn down the establishment. He had followed Seven here quietly, supposedly, his uncanny ability to make people unaware of his presence kept him a secret. He wasn't a guy people looked for and he had nothing to show to catch people's eyes so they naturally drifted away from him.
He sat down, back against the wall, lit a cigarette and puffed out a satisfying cloud of gray. He fished out his book and delved into its pages, the heat of his cough inducing stick kept him alert as the words simply melted off the page and slipped into his mind. It was a troubling book, he felt it, but he was attached to it.
Mar 9, 2016 2:49 AM #1441349
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Mar 9, 2016 8:45 AM #1441369
Sitting alone in the room with the sleeping members of the group, Vitaliy cursed inaudibly under his breath after in sitting in silence for several minutes. He had never failed to kill someone with a gun before... However, that wasn't what was truly bothering him so profoundly as to blank out his train of thought.
While it was true he was mentally incapable of killing Zoe for the time being, Vitaliy was sure as h#ll he wouldn't just let her endanger the one man who was supposedly paying him all over again. About to lean forward to let his limbs propel his body upwards, he faced the renewed and unfortunate knowledge of his ineffective leg.
A low, yet also self-soothing mumbling rose in tone slightly from under Vitaliy's breath, "Burnin' ligh' held brightly in the hands of the torch beara'... the torch beara'... merrily walkin' down the judgement lane..."
Shuffling over to the fire iron, Vitaliy grabbed the metal rod with both hands, hefting himself up to a standing position. Turning slowly, he started to make his way up the stairs, using the fire iron as a walking stick again.
"Up to the pyre hill he wen'... down the judgement la- D@mn... mah singin' is still bad 'nuff to kill a rabid donkey on tobacco..."
Making his way back down the stairs, Vitaliy stepped up to Zoe's unconscious body with an obvious look of contempt plastered on his expression. About to start wrapping the rope around her arms, he noticed the bandage on her hand holding up surprisingly nicely.
"Oh... would you look at that... I guess I don't need that useless 'medic's' help then..." Vitaliy couldn't help but realize Zoe knew what she was doing. Look of awe suddenly turning into a frown, he glared at the her face for a moment, narrowing his eyes, "You're still a witch."
Tying up her arms and legs, Vitaliy was distraught to find that Zoe was still just barely gripping onto the knife in her sleep.
Ya hav' GOT to be kiddin' me... This girl isn't like that Chinawoman at all... This here's a demon lady...
Knowing that a tied up person with a knife wasn't even close to the best of ideas, there was still nothing Vitaliy could think of that would be a proper way of dealing with the issue. So, naturally, he left it in Zoe's hands as he tied her wrists together tightly before wrapping rope around her arms and body, careful not to cut off her circulation or mess-up the bandage. Finishing off with several knots securing the shoulders to a metal coat hanger on the nearby wall, he made sure the rope was secure enough to prevent Zoe from leaning forward beyond a few inches. Now that both the arms and legs were fully tied, he figured his work was done for the time being. Moving away as far from her as comfortably possible, Vitaliy sat in the opposite corner of the room, keeping watch over the still-unconscious members of the group.
Hah, let's see you get outta' that!
Unbuttoning his overcoat and taking out the revolver from it's holster, Vitaliy removed the remaining four shoots from their chambers, sliding the unused bullets onto his hidden ammo bandoleer. Bored, he practiced some new tricks spinning the gun around his fingers as he waited for the people in the room to wake up, specifically paying attention to Zoe's grip on the knife in order to make absolute certain she wouldn't try cutting through the rope somehow.
While it was true he was mentally incapable of killing Zoe for the time being, Vitaliy was sure as h#ll he wouldn't just let her endanger the one man who was supposedly paying him all over again. About to lean forward to let his limbs propel his body upwards, he faced the renewed and unfortunate knowledge of his ineffective leg.
A low, yet also self-soothing mumbling rose in tone slightly from under Vitaliy's breath, "Burnin' ligh' held brightly in the hands of the torch beara'... the torch beara'... merrily walkin' down the judgement lane..."
Shuffling over to the fire iron, Vitaliy grabbed the metal rod with both hands, hefting himself up to a standing position. Turning slowly, he started to make his way up the stairs, using the fire iron as a walking stick again.
"Up to the pyre hill he wen'... down the judgement la- D@mn... mah singin' is still bad 'nuff to kill a rabid donkey on tobacco..."
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Making his way back down the stairs, Vitaliy stepped up to Zoe's unconscious body with an obvious look of contempt plastered on his expression. About to start wrapping the rope around her arms, he noticed the bandage on her hand holding up surprisingly nicely.
"Oh... would you look at that... I guess I don't need that useless 'medic's' help then..." Vitaliy couldn't help but realize Zoe knew what she was doing. Look of awe suddenly turning into a frown, he glared at the her face for a moment, narrowing his eyes, "You're still a witch."
Tying up her arms and legs, Vitaliy was distraught to find that Zoe was still just barely gripping onto the knife in her sleep.
Ya hav' GOT to be kiddin' me... This girl isn't like that Chinawoman at all... This here's a demon lady...
Knowing that a tied up person with a knife wasn't even close to the best of ideas, there was still nothing Vitaliy could think of that would be a proper way of dealing with the issue. So, naturally, he left it in Zoe's hands as he tied her wrists together tightly before wrapping rope around her arms and body, careful not to cut off her circulation or mess-up the bandage. Finishing off with several knots securing the shoulders to a metal coat hanger on the nearby wall, he made sure the rope was secure enough to prevent Zoe from leaning forward beyond a few inches. Now that both the arms and legs were fully tied, he figured his work was done for the time being. Moving away as far from her as comfortably possible, Vitaliy sat in the opposite corner of the room, keeping watch over the still-unconscious members of the group.
Hah, let's see you get outta' that!
Unbuttoning his overcoat and taking out the revolver from it's holster, Vitaliy removed the remaining four shoots from their chambers, sliding the unused bullets onto his hidden ammo bandoleer. Bored, he practiced some new tricks spinning the gun around his fingers as he waited for the people in the room to wake up, specifically paying attention to Zoe's grip on the knife in order to make absolute certain she wouldn't try cutting through the rope somehow.
Mar 9, 2016 7:58 PM #1441443
Buster had finished the last order and was now catching his breath, sipping on his vodka. Chell was in front of him, on the other side of the counter; she had just finished her beer and began drinking Seven's. She kept glancing around, observing the people around the counter and at the nearby tables. The man that ordered the Balkan vodka had something familiar, but her migraine was impeding her from concentrating, so she didn't bother. Seven and Zach were sitting on the long side of the counter. When Zach thanked Buster for the food, he responded with a big thumbs up and a wink. Chell couldn't help herself but smile. The man turned around, facing her, glass of vodka in hand. He leaned a bit towards her, so that the conversation they were about to have remained between two pairs of ears.
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Mar 9, 2016 8:14 PM #1441446
Zach poured himself another shot, he had the opportunity to drown his voices, and didn't want to miss it. He was enjoying the taste as well and sipped it slowly, licking his lips as he drank. He took the bottle, capping it with his shot glass, and walked over to Chell, his other hand keeping the blanket wrapped around him. He tapped it to her arm and offered her the bottle, taking the shot glass off and putting it on the counter. He sat down next to her and poured another shot for himself. He wrote again on the counter next to the bottle. "Thank you Chell."
Mar 9, 2016 8:33 PM #1441450
Chell's attention shifted when Zach tapped her on the shoulder. He sat next to her and offered her some scotch. She smiled back.
"Scotch? Well don't mind if I do." she said, leaning over the counter and snatching a small glass. She placed it on the counter and poured herself a glass. Then Zach seemed to write something on the counter, but it took Chell a couple of tries to understand what he wanted to say. She smiled, taking a sip of the scotch. It was exquisite.
"Don't sweat it, kid. I owe you one. Least I can do is buy you food." she said with a smile on her face. She then scanned him, noticing that she didn't really see his notepad. Chell knocked on the counter, drawing Buster's attention.
"You have a notepad or something?" In the matter of moments Buster slammed one of his unused inventory notepads in front of Chell, adding a pencil to the package. She limited herself to nodding in gratitude.
"There you go. It'll be easier to communicate now."
"Scotch? Well don't mind if I do." she said, leaning over the counter and snatching a small glass. She placed it on the counter and poured herself a glass. Then Zach seemed to write something on the counter, but it took Chell a couple of tries to understand what he wanted to say. She smiled, taking a sip of the scotch. It was exquisite.
"Don't sweat it, kid. I owe you one. Least I can do is buy you food." she said with a smile on her face. She then scanned him, noticing that she didn't really see his notepad. Chell knocked on the counter, drawing Buster's attention.
"You have a notepad or something?" In the matter of moments Buster slammed one of his unused inventory notepads in front of Chell, adding a pencil to the package. She limited herself to nodding in gratitude.
"There you go. It'll be easier to communicate now."
Mar 9, 2016 8:34 PM #1441452
Seven didn't mind people, but after what had happened, the bustle of the pub started weighing on his head. He suddenly got up, and addressed Zach and Chell, saying, 'I'm gonna go outside for a bit. Need some fresh air. I'll be back soon.' Seven did a hand gesture that vaguely looked like a wave, and then walked out, dodging the men swinging their beer bottles out. He opened the door, closed it, and then took a deep breath. Halfway between it, he noticed Klein, and choked on air. He coughed, and then said, 'Oh, hi. You're awake? What about the others? Who's back from the other world so far?' Seven fired multiple questions at him without thinking. 'Oh, uh, do you wanna come in?'
OOC: 420 BLAZE IT
OOC: 420 BLAZE IT