Arcus Sol

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-15 16:54:07, as written by Remæus

Arcus Sol slinks into the bar, his flowing blonde hair descending across his shoulders as his icy blue eyes dart playfully around the room.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-15 16:54:19, as written by Remæus

Arcus Sol makes his way over to a table in the middle of the ream, and finds himself a seat.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-15 16:54:39, as written by Remæus

Arcus Sol shouts aloud,

I'll have a round, please! Your best gin!

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-15 16:55:33, as written by Remæus

Arcus Sol taps his fingers on the table impatiently. He's wondering to himself,

What the hell is taking them so long...

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-15 16:55:48, as written by Remæus

Arcus Sol exclaims,

Oh! Well thank 'e!

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-15 16:56:52, as written by Remæus

Arcus Sol responds to the broken sentence,

Huh? I think I recognize you from somewhere, I do. But how d' you know me?

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-15 16:57:08, as written by Remæus

Arcus Sol drinks deeply from the gin that was set on his table.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-15 16:57:14, as a chat transcript.

Wheeeeeeeeww! This is strong stuff!

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-15 16:59:16, as a chat transcript.

Man, has this place exploded! Gambit must be making ton of money.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-15 16:59:46, as a chat transcript.

Anyone know when the last time he had to actually rebuild this place was?

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-15 17:00:24, as written by Remæus

Arcus Sol laughs to himself, remembering.

Gambit used to pay a fortune because the Bar was destroyed every other night.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-15 17:00:53, as written by Remæus

Arcus Sol takes another drink of his gin, hearing Terry's comment.

Ahh, that's my Gambit. Always making amiable business deals.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-15 17:01:40, as written by Remæus

Arcus Sol was largely oblivious to the wide array of beings in the bar, ranging from modest humanoids to wretched and dangerous demons.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-15 17:02:00, as written by Remæus

Arcus Sol laughs,

That is quite a truth, mate. What's your name?

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-15 17:03:02, as written by Remæus

Arcus Sol responds to Terry with a slender and lithe-like hand,

I'mma pleased to meet ya'. I'm Sol. Arcus Sol.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-15 17:03:46, as written by Remæus

Arcus Sol ducks his head down slightly, hearing the gunshots outside.

Whew, now that's something I haven't heard in a while.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-15 17:04:37, as written by Remæus

Arcus Sol glances at the female figure, perplexed.

Huh? I'm who?

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-15 17:04:58, as written by Remæus

Arcus Sol follows up,

What is this database you talk about, an' how'd I manage to find myself in it?

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-15 17:05:34, as written by Remæus

Arcus Sol takes a deep swig of his gin, almost emptying the glass at this point.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-15 17:07:15, as written by Remæus

Arcus Sol slides a bit deeper into his chair, as if he were trying to avoid the drama bubbling up in the bar.

Ah, I see... Trantor...

a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Remæus

Last seen at: Dark Woods

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