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steadyhand amarr
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Posted - 2013.09.12 18:38:00 -
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a tall well built man found himself walking towards a more popular section of station dotted with nightclubs and cafes, it was early in the morning so the many bright lights and thumping anthems of the night were missing, instead cleaner drones and late night revelers who failed to make it home were all that remained, the quiet hum of the drones, the odd dragging chair and sound of smashing glass was all the noise you could here leading the area to have a errey stillness. However the man looked tense eyeing every man and women he walked past only his tattoos marking him out as a man of the brutro tribe and a marking one suspected marked him out as a man who survived the elder attack the only thing ensuring no one questioned his presence. what marked this area out as so special was the very nature of clients that visited here.
At everyone he looked they all looked exactly the same, a stock well built clone pale white with no markers of any kind. supposed gods among men...currently splined out across the floor or moaning quietly to themselves dealing with the after effects of memories no bottle could take away from them and all looked at him with either pity or jealousy.
The man finally to his relief found the bar he was looking for. A simple rusty sign above a plane door the only thing marking it out.
F+Šlkvangr: home for those chosen few.
"STEADY WHAT THE HELL DOES F+Šlk...vangr MEAN" screamed the man at the top of voice his deep voice violently breaking the silence and making more than one clone jump.
"IT MEANS YOU SHOULD READ MORE" came a notably younger voice.
the man changed into the room surprisingly still filled with a few clones dressed for battle. stopping for a second the man took in the sights.
The room had been styled in old tribal ways with a wooden walls and roofs and plants dotting around the walls, in the center of the room where long old fashioned tables and instead of glasses there were old fashioned metal cubs and what looked to mugs made out of old tusks. to the right of room was a stage for bands looking notably more morden out of necessity than need and a good attempt had been made to make it blend in. At the far end of the room was the Bar where two Starkmanir girls were cleaning up and getting ready for next customers. finally to the left where three doors, with a sign above each, one saying from the left dueling arena:please no fire arms, private rooms, steadys private quarters: women guests only. reading the last sign he brutro cracked a smile.
"Even as an immortal god you dont change" the man turned to look at the bar,
emerging from the bar stood a standard clone in standard gear his face pure and clean as a new born.
"thats the problem with stock clones, every dam one is the same, can't wait to able to afford a personalised one" the boy voice had a hint of respect often given to older brothers.
"so how you doing with field sappers" spoke the brutro with a hint of worry.
"lone wolfing it 26 confirmed kills , 8 deaths" spoke the boy matter of factly. "but worry not each death teaches me a better way of killing those nut jobs"
"SSSSOoooo why the bar" the bruto gave a nod to a few of patrons who taken an interest in their mortal guest.
"Im going to live forever, i need a way to relax and this is a good way of meeting new people plus you hear all sorts of news behind a bar, im playing the long game, plus nothing like having a bar as a headquarters for your own merry band of raiders" the boy gave a wide grin as he spoke
"Oh so you have left the sappers already" the brutro looked on with surprise.
"uh...no...not yet i dont have the isk...or the concord connections to get it setup yet but its on the cards a week or two of public contracts and i should be good to go im staying out war until i wont be a burden" the boy look determined as he nudged his guest towards the bar.
you're welcome to stay old friend after all we both grew up on the same ship but i must look after my thirsty guest the average battle takes 15 minutes and got a feeling they're about to clone in
OCC(you all welcome to join in i want to make this a friendly RP area for everyone to join in with no matter playstyle but keep it IC. secondly i have made a channel F+Šlkvangr as a matching channel to go with bar) |
steadyhand amarr
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Posted - 2013.09.13 10:49:00 -
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"should have live bands playing soon, iv only been running the bar for a week or too but its get might fun in the evening the war story drinking sessions seem to go down well among the tribes"
Steady continues to screwal over the paper work before shouting out
"2 million just to register a name" |
steadyhand amarr
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Posted - 2013.09.13 15:08:00 -
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Steady clubs xander over the head" your a free man learn to chill out anyway our friend here is harmless for now.
Steady pulls out a half finished bottle.
'so what's eating at you anyway" |
steadyhand amarr
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Posted - 2013.09.18 07:36:00 -
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Steady looks at 21 with a grin.
"what ever you say. Remember no preaching, from experice you guys don't half kick up a ,
fuss when your loseing, anyway people in this bar come to chill out, you kick off or wind up my customers I will have u locked up is that understood" steadys voice or smile never broke which was oddly unnevering.
Occ(21 don't mind ya posts so far but please don't troll this as your in a bar full of matri and they would kick your ass on principal :-)) |
steadyhand amarr
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Posted - 2013.09.19 07:50:00 -
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That's allright friend. I bit more open minded about that state of things.
This bar runs a deal tell the events leading to you finding this place and you get drinks on thr house for one night |
steadyhand amarr
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Posted - 2013.09.22 22:25:00 -
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I have a bad case of spontaneous unemployment due to working myself out of a job due too being a dum ass. And won't be able to rp for a bit. Moral of the story never do a good job you just cuz noone notices.
Feel free to use the bar until my return :-) |
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