Alexander Denman.
A (mis)fortunate multiversal traveler without a conscience, inhibitions, or fears. Did I mention that he can't die?
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Alexander Denman. discreetly entered the bar, his field of view scanning across the empty tables and chairs. There was little activity at this odd hour, aside from the endlessly-working bartender and his current, high-spirited patron. The disheveled young man stepped across the gap between the entrance and the row of mahogany stools resting behind the bar, keeping a fixed gaze on what seemed to be a child drinking a strong beverage.
His expression revealing his current bewilderment, Alex climbed up onto the barstool and barked to the tender, ordering a bottle of gin.
Alexander Denman. turned to the vampire, keeping direct eye contact with them for the during of their welcoming speech. He already had a gut feeling that this stranger was more than what they seemed, given their status as an undead. "How fascinating. Good that you don't smell dead, or else I'd have to order myself another drink just to stand the sight of you." Alex jeered as he removed the top of the bottle, tilting his head back as he let the sweet alcohol enter his system, dulling his nerves.
Alexander Denman. raised the right corner of his lips as he placed the bottle onto the coaster on the bar. "Call me Alex. Why I'm here is a long story, and mostly none of your business." The young man replied with a rather deep tone of voice, emphasizing the vagaries of his response. "And getting eaten wouldn't be a big deal. I've had beasties many times your size get a bite out of me, so I got used to it."
Alexander Denman. answered, "Haha, like that'll get me going!" He chuckled as he took a large swig of gin, gulping down the mouthfuls of alcohol as a contemptible grin covered his face. "At least it'll take you a while to eat me, so I'll feel like more than just a snack this time around."
Alexander Denman. a average looking man enters the bar walking towards the first avaiable stool at the bar in the unusually empty bar. He takes a look around wondering where everybody is...
Alexander Denman. begins to tap his finger on the bar and whistle a tune wondering if anybody is going to show up
Alexander Denman. a average looking man in ratty clothes enters thebar and heads over to the nearest bar stool counting the gold coins he stole from a confused spanish conquestedor
turns to the japanese looking soldier "Yes?" rolling one of the gold coins across the bar counter back and forth sizing up the soldier " You like these coins? I got liberated them from the hands of a spanish conquistador. what ar you doing in a bar like this?"
Alexander Denman. looks rather irritated at the man for assuming he killed someone for a petty thing like gold "I didn't Kill him. I beat him out at a Game of Cards. Also Grave Robing is beneath me. Death is a disturbing things, but theft for life is not. Also calling the cop's here will do you no good. Last time they came here 4 cop car's were blown up." Alexander getting irritated by the fact that someone would assume just on the looks that they would go resort to grave robbing.
Alexander Denman. walks towards the guards ignoring the bullets flying at him before punching one in the face and watching him crumple to the floor before take his gun and shooting at the second cop
Alexander Denman. "FUUUCK! This day is not going my way." drops the cops pistol turning to the japanese fellow and yelled "Dude running is a bad idea!" before turning to the rent-o-cop " We just had a misunderstanding involving how i aquired some gold coins."
Alexander Denman. "Lemme think about this Mister Rent-a-cop. How about no, You can shoot me if it makes you feel better, but it won't kill me." sauntering closer towards the man wielding the shotgun. " How about I pay for the damages?"
Alexander Denman. "It's nice at the bottom of the see, Lots of pretty fish" he says leaning on the barrel of the shotgun "We can work something out the two cops are alive one unconscious the other in pain and since when is this your bar?" Alexander says waiting for the inevitable bang
Alexander Denman. falls flat on his ass swearing " Mother fucker that Hurt almost as bad as your terrible pun." Before standing back up shivering from the exposure to the liquid nitrogen "Really Buddy I may be immortal and have a quick healing but why do you want to lose a regular? I only protected myself from polie brutality"
Alexander Denman. feels the liquid nitrogen begin to freeze him solid, his face in a look of pure annoyance.
Alexander Denman. begins cursing through closed lips
Alexander Denman. waits for the liquid nitrodgyen to begin to melt