Argeth Reinhardt's Story

Argeth hopped casually down from the top of the tank, the engine still slowly winding down from the roar it had been at moments before as he pulled up, he ignored the displeases looks of the other shop owners, a skill he'd gained from practice. In a relaxed manner he walked to the door, fumbling for a second, pulling his keys from one of his suits pockets, inserting it into the door, he took a satisfied breath of crisp evening air.

"Good to be alive." He said, as he walked into the dark pub, beginning to flip lights on, making a cursory inspection of all the rooms, finding no issues he headed up front.

The rest of the staff should be arriving soon he thought. He slowly began taking chairs off of tables, and situating them around the room. Finishing that, he went around the bar, making sure everything was in place. Loading the sub machine gun he always keeps behind the bar, the slide goes in with a metallic, clack! He'd rarely had to pull it, and never had to use it, but, he was ready.

That done, he nodded, pulling a shot glass from the shelf he pulled out his personal bottle of Vodka. Pouring a shot for himself and shooting it back, and exhaling a pleased breath of air. Settling onto his stool behind the counter, he poured himself another shot, waiting on people to arrive.

"well its good to see that some one here erliy" Dud says happliy as he parks his caddie in his spot or the parking lot he locks his car as gets out then he walks into the club "aah its good to bee home nice to see you here Argeth ready for another night in no mans land and can you poor me a shot there my good friend" jamie says with a big smile on his face

Yumi pulled up in front of pub on her Ducati, a smile forming on the edge of her lips as she spotted a couple of shop owners out front, bickering in front of a tank. Argeth sure liked to make an entrance. Her head shook from side to side for a moment, even as one of the shop owners approached her, bellowing about the tank. She slowly lifted her goggles up from her face and looked the man straight in the eyes. "You think I want to be dealing with this crap when I haven't even had my morning coffee?" The man didn't even respond. How rude. He just kept to his guns and got in her face. That isn't the right move, pal... Yumi raised her hand, pressing the palm just in front of his face, as the other delved into a beaten, brown leather messenger bag.

Harassing Yumi was a bad idea.

Before the shop owner even had time to respond, his face was met with a cold, metallic punch. Yumi almost laughed as she watched him go soaring over the roof of his own store. "Hmm, that looks like a new personal best." The large metal fist disappeared into her messenger bag, as she opened the door into the pub.

"Argeth! Dud!" Yumi waved at the bartender and owner, smiling a little, before she disappeared into a back room to change into her work attire.

Ryan walked down the sidewalk towards the bar, tired after a long day of studying and looking to make some cash and just unwind. He was wearing track pants and a club shirt, he liked how it was tight on his chest. He thought it made him look tough. Walking through the parking lot to the bar he saw some cars and some people, some nodded towards him and Ryan nodded back. Reaching the bar, he held it open for a clearly drunk couple leaving. Ryan slid past them and walked inside.

The bar was filling up with people, checking his watch Ryan realizes he was a few minutes late. He walked in, and nodded towards Argeth. "I'm starting my shift now" Ryan said yawning.

Argeth slid a drink across the bar to his boss, people were beginning to filter in, and he couldn't talk as he had to start making drinks. Shooting back his own, and pouring an unsuspecting customer who'd ordered rudely a shot in the used glass.

The place wasn't actually even open yet, but the lights were on, so people came in to drink. Not that i'd have it any other way. He thought with a roguish grin at a one of the women trying to order a drink, she looked like she'd just come from a graduation ceremony. He poured a free round for her table, receiving thanks in turn. "Have fun." He said, and turned back to his work, slapping impatient hands away from his bottle.

"Watch yourselves, I might get angry." He grinned, stretching his scar in an intimidating manner.

"Yo, Six!" He yelled back, a pleased smile on his face. The pinked haired bouncer moving towards the back, someone useful has arrived he thought happily. She Yumi, or Six as he called her, do to the "VI" on her cheek was probably one of his favorite people at the bar.

A few minutes past shift start, a young man walked in. "Ryan man, you're late." He grinned at the kid, "I won't tell the boss just get to work." A few more minutes after that there DJ walked in. She was laden down with all manner of equipment, but he was to busy with customers to say anything.

"Sorry dude, you have no idea how hard school is right now. I can't just google the answers anymore" Ryan frowned. "But thanks for not telling the boss" he grinned and walked off to start working. He started walking towards Yumi the other bouncer at the bar, there were looks as he walked across. Something about the club shirt, the arms or the reputation for sending people to the hospital must be the cause.

"Sup Yumi, think we're going to see some major action tonight?"

Dud slipped down his drink " do you need any help tonight Argeth " as he stand up he see the others start to come in "hello yumi" dud said cheerfully then seeing the Ryan and the Dj walk in "you guys are late but not by much i will let it go this time pleas just don't make a habit out of it " he starts to walk to his office

Yumi appeared out of the back room in her work outfit, which consisted of a plain white, buttoned blouse with sleeves rolled up, black pinstriped waistcoat, smart black pinstriped trousers and a pair of black ankle boots, which were adorned with tiny metal spikes all along the heel. She raised the huge metal gloves that were on her hands, formed one into a fist and pounded it against the other one, a sly smile on her face. "That's what I'm hoping for every night." She gazed around the room, seeing that a fair amount of people had arrived in her absence. "No sense in waiting around, let's get to it, Ryan." Her blue-eyed gaze fell on Dud. "So where y'need us tonight, oh great and powerful one?"

"Yessir!" She saluted, which freaked out a couple of nearby people, when they saw a huge metal hand flying through the air. Her attention turned to Ryan once again. "Who's going on the door then, eh? Your choice."

Everyone was lively again tonight. He was glad. The place always seemed to be growing, he sometimes had a hard time keeping up with the flow of the action. He methodically went down the bar serving drinks, and chatting with the customers. Occasionally taking a drag from his personal bottle, having disregarded a glass a while ago. He was brought from his thoughts by a loud yelling at one of the back tables. The guys from before that had tried to swipe his Vodka were fighting, and knocked over a table.

With a sharp whistle to get their attention, and a laugh of enjoyment he pointed the mess out. "Six, Kid, get too it!" And, went back to serving drinks.

"No worries folks, it's all under control, have a free draft forr the trouble!" People cheered around him, and went back to drinking.

The massive sword of the dragons fang would hit the door forcefully sending it inwards with a muscular male walking in after it. The door landed in rather rough shape after the sword bit into it and removed it from the portal it previous occupied. Cecidit Aestuos now was embedded into the wood floor of the bar. The warrior nonchalantly walking towards the sword gripping the handle of the blade and replacing it on his back. He raised his cold malevolent eyes filled with glee around the room looking at all in it.

"I want the strongest brew you have on tap." The castanic said his voice stoic, commanding and firm the words leaving his lips with no hesitation.

Yumi saluted over at Argeth. "Aye aye, captain!" A devious smile appeared on her face as she began wading through the masses. The first fight of the night usually got the adrenaline pumping, and Yumi was never one to leave Argeth waiting when he told her to get to it.

As she approached the fighting pair, Yumi flipped the table back up and immediately slammed her huge metal hands down on the table. "Now, now, now, ladies... You're both pretty. No need to fight about it!" Those were the last words that the pair would hear, before being hauled over Yumi's shoulders. She grinned. But wait... What would be left for Ryan to deal with? She propped the pair against a wall, both of them pretty much out of it after being punched the first few times.

Then Yumi's gaze set on a man who had just entered. "Eh, that works." She shrugged, and casually set about scooping up the two brawlers again and throwing them out.

Argeth eyed the Castanic man who had just knocked the door off it's hinges, they periodically had issues like this. Off worlders liked to come in and cause trouble, or try and intimidate the "Weak" humans.

He took in everything about the man in one sweep of his eye. He grinned wickedly, taking a long pull from his bottle of vodka. The kid was making his way towards the man, but he wasn't so sure he could handle the guy on his own. Six had wrapped up the brawlers with her usual flare that made him grin, he'd not been worried in the slightest about that, and he wasn't particularly worried about this either. Not the first time, won't be the last. Of that he was sure.

"He nonchalantly pulled his Thompson contender out of its place at the small of his back, and loaded a round, sitting it aside for if it was needed. He was confident it could take down most anything. Argeth caught movement to his left, and turned to see what it was. Only for his boss to ask him if he was hungry.

That was Dud for you. Couldn't really read the mood, but that's why they loved the guy. Well, and the awesome pay, but mostly 'cause he was so laid back. "Nothing for me boss. I'm a bit preoccupied." He said, a soft laugh at the end of his sentence.

God, he had to hand it to the kid. He had balls at least. Though, he'd never doubted that. Good bouncer all in all, he'd back him up.

"Yeah, I'm not serving you anything without at least that much. Pay for the door, don't put your hands near the sword, and apologize to the rest of out customers, and I'll reconsider." He grinned at the man, and turned away, to give a lady a drink. He trusted the others to watch his back.

The Castanic eyed the man taller then him but not as muscular or as strong for sure in the Castanics eye. Woyzeck made eye contact with the man an utter gleeful malice in his eyes as he looked around. He did love to fight after all his name was Woyzeck. He clenched his fist looking over at the other man the same insane happiness in his eyes as he made eye contact with the other man also taller maybe stronger but that was a doubt Woyzeck held highly.

"I wouldn't dirty my sweet blade with your blood. That would be an outright blasphemy to the warriors that fell to her." Woyzeck mused out loud to all the patrons in the room in the same commanding tone as before.

He tightened the gauntlets he wore on his hands the runes spread across the metal shone vividly in a red flash at he looked once more at the man closest to him.

Yumi strode into the room, picking up the door on her way in and propping it on her shoulder as she approached the bar. She stood on the other side of Woyzeck, and seemed rather proud of herself. "Y'know that saying 'Don't let the door hit you on the way out'?" She motioned the door behind Woyzeck, as if she were to hit him with it. "Eh? Eh? Good pun? Great pun." The door slid from her grip as she set it down by her side. "I'll have a vodka, my good man!" She slid her gloves off for a moment and put them away in her messenger bag, then proceeded to motion with her fingers 'I'm watching you' at Woyzeck, as she waited for her order.

Ryan looked away from Woyzeck and at Yumi and clenched his jaw. He then looked over at Argeth and said politely "I know I'm on the job, but I'll take a whiskey after this is over". With all element politeness or any sort of warm emotion whatsoever gone Ryan lowered himself down so he was nose to nose with Woyzeck and said in a deep threatening voice. "Alright, well. As lovely as that sweet blade is, which is pretty sweet I might add" Ryan clenched his jaw again and continued "I suggest you offer to pay for the door, before I stick that sword right up where the sun don't shine and take the coin off you eh?" Ryan was giving his most cold, menacing stare possible looking into the cold eyes in front of him. "Well, whats it gonna be, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way" Ryan slid his hands into his pockets sliding on the knuckledusters discreetly he would need them and the element of surprise he was going to brawl somebody this tough looking.

Woyzeck turned his attention to the lady first who made the door pun at him. A cold glare past over his eyes when he looked at her before the same smile popped up again in which he turned around to the other man who now tried to threaten him at eye level. That was a bad move lowering ones self down to eye level with Woyzeck whose horns stood out on his head. A different grin crossed the warriors lips now as he looked at this man before him.

“So all I have to do is pay for the door and you will let me drink?” Woyzeck asked the rhetorical question which was not mean to be answered his head already moving away from the mans face as he asked the question.

Woyzeck's skull crashed into that of Ryan's with a dull but still significant thud. The warrior looking at the man who violated his personal space which was a very bad idea to do to a Castanic. These people would have no idea but the learning process would be painful.

Argeth laughed out loud, a jovial noise that carried clear across the quiet pub. Everyone was so tense watching the new comer, and seeing what was going to happen, but Six just had to bust a joke that made him laugh his ass off, he handed her his personal bottle of vodka, and leaned on the counter. "great pun."

"Let's see how the kid handles this." He said while laughing, maybe a bit heavy handed on Ryan's part, but he knew the kid had a temper, and this guy did just knock the door off it's hinges. So, he'd let it go.

Argeth didn't like the way the man eyed Six, or himself, but he could ignore it. An impassive look on his face. He went to pour the kid a whisky when the boss ran into the room, still yelling about the food run.

"Now's not really the ti-" His sentence was cut short however by the castanic assaulting his friend. The kid stumbled away stunned. He could tell he was alright though. Argeth leaned back a cold smile plastered on his face, one seeing eye narrowed to a slit as the man spoke.

"Before it was pay for the door, apologize, and don't touch the blade. No though," He paused, smile never leaving his face he whipped the Thompson contender up, leveling it right between the castanic's eyes. "Now you can leave, or get your head blown open." He said it in a friendly tone of voice, but no one could fake that glint of intent in his eye.

"Your choice."

Yumi smirked a little, spotting that she had made Argeth laugh, but the smirk quickly disappeared when he handed her the bottle of vodka he'd been drinking from himself mere moments ago, and in its place was a slight look of confusion. It was quickly swept away when she focused on Ryan and Woyzeck, and began to back up slowly. She knew when it was time to fight, and exactly when she should be backing up. This was definitely a time to back up. She grabbed the door on her way, and moved around until she was on Argeth's side of the bar, with her new conversation piece.

Yumi didn't like how Woyzeck was eyeing her, Argeth, and anyone else he decided to lay his gaze upon. Her attention was drawn swiftly from the scene by Dud, who was still frantic about getting people's food orders in. Dud was like a father to all of them, so Yumi wouldn't be one to deny him a conversation, even if all they were talking about would be food. "Let's see... I'll have whatever Ala's having, because she pretty much orders the best stuff, without fail. And uhh..."

Before she could finish what she was saying to Dud, the castanic had rammed into Ryan, sending her poor friend reeling. Without even a moment to think, the huge metal gloves were on Yumi's hands once more and the adrenaline was pumping, this time in anger, rather than excitement. And she would've been prepared to pounce too, if it weren't for Argeth striking first. Yumi simply backed off, watching Argeth's expression. She had only really seen that look in his eye when he was intent on putting a bullet through someone's head. And it looked like the castanic was next, unless he had another sly trick up his sleeve.

Woyzeck head went to the side his body remained in the same position. The Castanic remained quite for a moment before cracking his head back into place to look at the man that landed a blow on him. A sort of bloodthirsty look overcame the warrior looking at the man a more malicious smile than anything.

"Now you really want to get hurt by throwing hands boy? I will greatly oblige that offer." Woyzeck's voice a harsh stoic whisper.

He gripped his jaw cracking it back into place, then cracking his head and neck in a manner that sounded as if the bones were snapping instead of popping.

"I wouldn't shoot if you know what's good for you. The patrons would end up being the pin cushions for your rounds rather than me. I don't believe in violence towards them but you seem like the type that could give two shits if any of them lived or died." His voice louder now as he looked once more at Ryan.

The gauntlet hands of the warrior gripped shut in fists a red aura overcoming them as if flames were bore on the fists.