The Golden Autumn Inn (IC Only)

[Rehtul Orlouge]

Another day, another bar fight avoided by the very thing that makes them so violent in the first place, the young Mystic thought as he put a single finger in his drink. He watched it chill to perfection before his eyes and brought the cup to his lips. With no warning, his mouth opened as wide as it would go and the entire drink was in his mouth. He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his robe and turned toward the action of the drinking game that had just started.

He would have joined in, but he was already starting to buzz and knew that these veteran drinkers would put him under the table in a matter of minutes. It was better to watch them make fools out of themselves than to not only be beaten, but also possibly passed out in the floor. Knowing that his booth seat was no place to watch the action from, he grabbed the bottle he'd ha delivered to his table and moved up to the bar to spectate, and possibly commentate along with others who weren't part of the main action.

[Philomel]

Hearing the commotion inside, Philomel popped her head in, a frown firm on her face.

She had been walking idely, normally down the street, an evening of 'business' like an every-day type day. Her hair plaited around and draped over a shoulder she looked the image of casuality, dressed in not so much as a corset as a small boob-covering. With a sigh escaping her lips she had heard the disturbance in the peace of the night and literally trotted over.

She popped her head through an open window, and at once was met with a ceramic mug hitting the window post. Folding her arms over her chest her first thought was, how rude, before she realised she had been in many a situation and fight before. She was about to turn away and leave when she spotted a hoof sort of jaggedly sticking out awkwardly from under a table - trying to hide but failing. The rest of the body was hidden by figures arm-wrestling and jostling, but it was clear what it was, being a hoof and not a foot.

True, it could have been a deerling, or even a minotaur, any other of the similar half-breed races that faunkind was similar to. But by the shape and size she reckoned, right then and there it was a faun, and in this world, in this city, they were a rare site to begin with. and much too worth it to be caught in a bar fight.

So therefore Philomel marched in, sword out, eyes on fire and roared.

"I AM AWESOME," she declared.

[Star Strike]

"YES YOU ARE NOW GIVE ME CHOCOLATE!" Stella shouted clamoring to their feet on top of the bar stool. They shoot Vincent a cold glare. How dare he not stand up and defend them against that groundling's foul suggestion? Granted they wound not probably have done the same for them but that does not excuse the emperor for being anything less than a gentlemen. Especially when this gentlemen walks around with a cane.

Reaching into her dress folds, the star unfurled two fans. "FOR CHOCOLATE!" Pushing off from the stool the starling makes a quick jolt for Vincent, sweeping toward him with her fan.

[Hawl]

Hawl meeped as the star-thing stole her chocolate with a lightning quick hand! She scrambled, escaping as booze and chocolate and tobacco and even a cane exploded into existence. The bartender even managed to spill a double shot of a golden amber liquid above her, glinting in the air before she was soaked by the whiskey. She sputtered, spraying the alcohol all over the counter.

The gun shot that went off next to her ear didn't help either. The surprise toppled her out of her seat, crashing to her butt on the ground with a thump. She scampered on her knees, coming to her feet quickly. She sneaks like a pro under the starling's loud boasting, the weird tall man, the utterly HUGE man, and so many others! She meeps, eyes widening as fear before spotting the tall goat person. She dives over another hoof, her shoulder bonking into the man with silver hair, and she makes her way to the big faun lady, wrapping arms around her and hiding from the rest of the loud and rambunctious room!

[Cards of Fate]

The emperor chuckled as he sidestepped the tiny munchkin and blinked about five feet away in a flash of blue. "You're gonna need to be about ten times faster than that Shorty." he taunted in slight jest. Twirling his cane he did a quick little jig. "Tell you what though, if you can land a hit on me I'll give you all the chocolate you can eat."

[Philomel]

"Chocolate?" Philomel wrinkled her lip in confusion and lowered her sword. "No I came here for..."

She looked around.

There were many familiar faces here. For a start there was Max Dirks of no shame name, the man who was as much a legend as he was reality. There was also the one called Vincent, that creature of rare habit and many talents Philomel had only heard of. Or seen posters of. Enough in anyway to recognise him here and now. He was teasing one of the chocolate-lovers.

By all the gods, there were many things occurring here this night.

She raised her chin, the proudest faun that there was. She pouted slightly, bore herself well.

"There is a faun here, in trouble," she announced. "Now desist renegades whilst I rescue him."

[Star Strike]

Stella grins begans to dance their way around the bar trying to anticipate Vincent's jumps by moving one way but slicing the air with their fans another way. Fluid motions, quick steps, they turn their attention from Vince to knocking every drink on the bar and tables onto the floor.

"Give"

Swing.

"me"

Lunge.

"CHOCOLATE."

[redford]

John's mind began to slow as he set another tiny shot glass amidst the growing pile. What was it, ten? No, not ten, ten wasn't enough. Maybe it was eleven then. Yeah, probably eleven. He heard the barroom brawl rage around him, and he smiled broadly. He felt almost like his old self again, and laughed heartily at the chaos. His vision sharpened a little and he ducked as a chair flew over where his head was. He saw a flash of blue and heard a taunt from Vincent, and laughed at that, pointing in his direction.

"Wonderful! I love a good brawl!" he exclaimed, pulling his armor up off of his hands with ease. After all, it wouldn't do to fight unfairly, no sir. A flash of hair on the floor and John snatched a tiny person from the ground, who he later recognized as Hawl Sorie.

"Hawl! How are you!" He said, not waiting for an answer as he picked the girl up and deposited her on his shoulders. "Together, we shall show everyone what real fighting looks like!"

He grabbed a stool from under him and smashed it over a nearby brawler, throwing the other one at Vincent.

This was gonna be fun!

[Cards of Fate]

The scholar read the starling like a book. Not a single step wasn't calculated, the very movements of her muscles and eyes were read with ease. Each of her strikes met only air as Vince danced around her with grace, his purple silk robes fluttering behind him.

"I think you need to go a few days without any sweets, your behavior is atrocious." He ducked under the approaching stool and cast a weary eye on his other companion. Should Johnm get involved this would prove worrysome.

[Hawl]

"Un-uncle John!" Hawl's words cried out, half in joy, have in appreciation for her savior! She made an OOF sound as he picked her up, depositing the small girl on his shoulders like an especially light hat. She felt a sense of vertigo, she had NEVER been this high up off of the ground before! She tried to hang onto him, and to not block his vision.

"Th-then go for the tall guy!" She pointed, her accusatory finger aimed squarely at Vincent! "He's the one being the loudest and starting everything!"