Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
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Posted - 2015.01.06 09:46:00 -
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((First of all, I apologize for not posting these last few months, work and family members have kept me away both ingame and on forums. Secondly this RP takes place a decade before the Rise of Legion RP.))
It was the hour of the wolf, and most had made their way home from Macs Pub and Grub. Most that is except for a young Gallentean clone.
Now this Gallentean looked different from his kinsman. He skin was darker than normal for his kind and his hair was a dark brown. His eyes were brown and flared hazel. It was only through birth and blood that he could be called Gallentean.
He sat at the bar. The only other soul in the pub was an old Matari bartender. His hair was black and graying rapidly. His once black beard was now flecked with gray and silver. He wore an eyepatch over his right eye. He was looking at the Gallentean while cleaning a pint glass.
'So tell me why she left your f***en ass again, boy,' said the Matari.
The young Gallentean stopped nursing what was left of his 12th pint and looked at the old Matari. 'It was because of this,' he said, holding up the glass.
'And here you are, again,' the Matari muttered something else before he turned his back on the young man.
'She took Marcy too.' He took another sip of his beer. 'She took her and told me I would never see her again.'
'If you were anything other than an immortal,' said the Matari, 'I would say it is your own damn fault.' He placed the cup he was cleaning down and turned to stare the Gallentean in the eye. 'But because you are, it's your own damn fault you f***ing idiot!'
The Matari pointed a finger at hima and continued: 'You chose to make yourself a clone. You chose to drink as an escape from what torments you. And you chose, by all the f***ing gods, you chose to drink all day instead of looking out for your family.'
The Gallentean hung his head in shame. As he did, the Matari slammed his hands on the bar and shouted, 'you will look at me when I'm talking to you! You brought this upon yourself! Now you must live with the concequences!'
The Matari slowly took his hands off the bar and put them on his hips. 'Now you have two choices my son. You can either put down thst drink and go crawling your arse back to her and apologize.'
He paused just to reach for a ciggarette and light it. He took a long drag on it. Then said, 'or you can keep drinking and carry on being the way you are.'
The Gallentean took another sip from his drink. Teary eyed, he pulled out a picture of himself with his daughter. They were both smilinh and happy, though that seemed so long ago.
A tear rolled down his cheek as he finished his drink. 'Another pint please,' he said weakly. The Matari grunted and turned to pour him a drink. 'She is better off without me,' he muttered to himself.
Years later, the Gallentean walked into Macs. The only difference in appearance was his freshly grown beard. He appraoched the old Matari bartender and said, 'Hey pops, Slim says you have some information for me.'
The old Matari looked up from what he was doing. 'Is that so?' he asked.
The Gallentean nodded. 'He said you know where she is.'
'How about a pint first?'
'No, I'm done with that.'
The old man smiled and said, 'Well then Jonny, you are in luck.'
Drink until you can't drink no more. Then grab another bottle and drink some more! - Demetrious 'Jonny' Buelle.
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