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Calliope [207] Muse of Epic Poetry: "This poem would be better with aliens."
Olivia Azuel-Marina [150]
Florissa D. Blackenshield [108] A voluptuous and fiery (literally) arms dealer.
Alekzander Caine [74] "Curses? What do you know of curses child?"
Edward Racket [68] Fox Demon/Wall Street Villain/Alien/All-Purpose Minion: "Blame the voices in my head, not me."
"Jig" Blackenshield [54] Cruel and Unusual
Fagin Sochet Cagliostro [48] "I am a thistle sifter, a soul collector, a flawless lover and a terrible husband. Let's get rowdy, shall we?"
Joseph Jackals Juniro [30] Depressed poet extraordinaire.
Alexandra [17] Angel: "I am God."
Re-L Mayer [1] ''I am not accepted, never will be. For what I am is unthinkable to the people here or everywhere for that matter.''
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Olivia looked up. "Just remembered something." She kneeled on the floor with her head down. She said very faintly, "Ah remkanta sedreikha kmetri netreysha..."
Calliope raised an eyebrow. She thought Olivia had said that she didn't know magic, but this sounded like a magic spell. And Calliope was always in the mood for a good magic spell. She put down the envelope and stepped around the bar, watching Olivia.
"...kharta reyushey jiraye maerosi..." A space on the floor began to shimmer greenish blue. "Gretyuse momtrene drecha!" A sword, etched with creatures of the sea, appeared on the floor. "'Tréchousa,'" Olivia said, "'Current.'"
"Wow!" Calliope crossed her arms. "We won't need to go to the market - you have a pretty nifty sword, after all." She inspected the sword, and found herself infused with the same sense of awe that she had felt when Olvia had recreated a part of Atlantis in the tavern. "That's perfect. Do you want to learn to sword fight with that?"
"Okay," said Calliope, fetching her own sword from the bar. She didn't have a particular name for this sword, as she had so many swords that it would be difficult for her to remember them all. "We can practice here." There were a few people drinking and chatting throughout the bar, but they probably wouldn't mind a sword fight. Calliope had watched her customers during a laser fight: they had calmly put on helmets, finished their drinks, and left. "Let's see. Have you had any experience with swords in the past?"
"Hmmm..." Calliope pondered her sword for a moment, before looking back up and charging all of a sudden at Olivia, sword drawn. Calliope did not actually plan to hit Olivia with her sword, but she wanted to see what Olivia's current level of reaction speed and instincts looked like.
Olivia made a little squaking noise and dropped Trechousa. She kneeled on the floor and covered her face with her hands.
Calliope stopped with the sword an inch away from Olivia's head, or at least where Olivia's head would have been if she were not currently kneeling on the ground. "Oh, dear," said Calliope. This is going to be a steeper learning curve than I thought. "Sorry for frightening you, Olivia. Just wanted to test your sense of adventure."
"Ian," said Calliope, finding herself wishing for a moment that she was teaching this Ian rather Olivia. "No worries. It just means that you will have to grow. It's always the timid people who win in the best stories." She stepped back. "Okay, Olivia. I want you to come at me. Really come at me. Like I'm the bad person who threw you down the portal."
She held her sword as Ian showed her, weighed down a little by it, but she ran toward Calliope. The weight of Trechousa veered her left, and she fell on the floor.
Calliope sat behind the bar, idly strumming an electric guitar. Someone had left it behind at the tavern, and a bored Calliope had figured it was a better time than experimenting with explosives. The bar was packed, but Calliope ignored everyone who came up to ask for a drink. Calliope was also a terrible guitar player, but fortunately the bar was too loud for anyone to hear.
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Florrissa arrived at the tavern after a harrying drive through the streets. With her semi-automatic rifle in hand she kicked open the door. "CUH LIE O PEA!" she screamed. "Word around town is you been talkin' trash about me." She emptied a couple rounds into the ceiling, kicked a chair and jumped on to a table. "Where are you?" she yelled. When she was met with only the stares of patrons, she added, "The fuck y'all lookin' at?"
Calliope looked up as Floressa charged into her tavern, guns ablazing. She recognized the woman as an occasional patron, not particularly memorable, although pretty rowdy. Calliope was not sure what she talking about about now, and she resented Floressa interrupting her electric guitar practice. She held up a hand. "I'm here," said Calliope. "Do you want a drink? Because I'm not serving right now."
Florissa was taken aback. She thought at least be afraid. She brandished the rifle into Calliope's face and firmly said, "Don't change the subject. Don't you know who I am? Of course you know who I am because you were saying some stuff about me. According to my sources..." She paused for awhile. Obviously not getting the reaction she had hoped for, she decided to take a slightly different approach. "Um...uh, you were saying trash about Pyroclastic Flo Blackenshield, correct? Stuff about my mother and my business?"
"Who's Pyroclastic Flo Blackenshield?" asked Calliope, staring into the barrel of the gun. Calliope recognized Florissa, but that didn't mean that she knew her by name. The tavern denizens had returned to their conversation and their drinks, being very used to random gunfire. "You are pointing a gun in my face," said Calliope, in a tone that was meant to suggest that she did not it when people pointed a gun in her face. "You don't look like the type of person who would own a business," she added. Calliope was not trying to be insulting, but she was often oblivious to the effect that her observations would have on other people.