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Tarael Vaynell

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

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A group of battle-hardened veterans. These legendary champions came from all walks of life before banding together in the defense of Terra.

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"Only Prince I know has the sexual experience of a moderately overcooked piece of asparagus, so he must be the exception, lady."

A smirk and a casual wave came from over by the bar, where a young blonde man was leaning back on his stool with a glass of some odd blue liquid held in his hand. Tarael grinned from where he was watching the spectacle, quite glad he'd chosen today to venture into the ill-reputed bar.

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"Sort of implies he didn't wanna look at your face, right? No offence, your face is lovely and all, but that's what that says to me." Tarael commented, clearly amused.

"In some cultures, coating the female with a ceremonial oil is the precursor to mating. Probably. I imagine it happens somewhere."

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"Oh I know what you mean. By body you don't really mean body at all, do you? I imagine it was more specific than that." Tarael grinned, "Nod's as good as a wink to a blind bat and all, I hear ya."

Snickering, the blonde youth downed another gulp of his odd liquid before swinging his legs off of the counter and sitting up straight. "So. You're a fairy. How's that going for ya?"

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"Sounds like a pretty good deal. Glad I'm not a male fairy though. Can you imagine the embarrassment? I guess you probably can. And it's probably not embarrassing in your .. world and slash or culture, but still." Drumming his gauntleted fingers on the counter, Tarael raised an eyebrow at the fairy's sampling of the drink.

"You know, anyone would think you were putting on a show, miss."

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Tarael gave Ali a wry glance. "Always nice to see someone with an oversized pair of lungs on them..." he commented, "And a total lack of social grace, that too."

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"No idea what a Las Vegas is, but I suppose you have a point. But hey, not much else to look at in a place like this?" Tarael chuckled, leaning back on the counter. "You should start charging, I'm sure there are enough lechers around for you to make a living off of 'em."

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"Whore, weird, prostitute? I dunno, that sounds like a list that's got quite a lot to offer, if you're looking for that sort of thing." Tarael joked, "I'm sure that all the upstanding citizens would disagree with me though. All of the many that I've encountered around here. And by many I mean few."

Shifting in his seat to face the fairy, Tarael offered his non-gauntleted hand to shake. "Tarael Vanyell, explorer, mage and alchemist extraordinaire, at your service."

The boy grinned, "Then I suppose I ought to go find myself a pair of glasses and a handful of books as a disguise then, or I'll end up being chased out of town by a mob!"

Not that Tarael thought a lot of himself, or anything.

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"What whats?" Tarael blinked confusedly, "I'm afraid you've lost me on that terminology. What's a porn movie? And for that matter, what's a movie?"

Tarael paused, "You know what? Never mind. There's a lot here that makes no sense to me, I'll figure it out as I go along." The youth grinned, "And I've never really tried that style out, so I can't really comment."

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Tarael Vaynell yawned, casually widening his gauntleted hand and discharging a very subtle pulse of magic.

When the pulse passed over Ali Frinklock's weapon, the man would discover that safety off or not, it was worth about as much as the metal it was made of: the mechanics totally screwed.

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"..wha?" Tarael blinked in surprise as he was hugged, "Have I missed something? I'm not from around here, so that's very possible. Wha?"

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"Wait, what? Who are you calling a poor little child!" Tarael was taken aback by this outburst, "I'll have you know I'm nineteen, relatively well off and only moderately short!"

Tarael frowned, "And I have no idea what half of those words meant, but I imagine they mean something unpleasant in this culture. So that, but at you. Yeah. Now you're insulted. Bam."

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Tarael Vaynell coughed awkwardly. "Err..."

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Tarael raised an amused eyebrow, "I think he must have had some sort of fit. I barely caught half of the words, he seemed to be throwing them out like projectile word vomit. I'm confident I didn't miss much of value though."

Tarael glanced at the new arrival with interest, then. "Ooh. A blue person. That's new."

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Tarael Vaynell blinked at Nevan.

"Wait. Wait. Hold up." The youth looked at Absinthe. "Did that just happen? I think that just happened. Wow, today is just full of crazy."

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"Services eh? Wink wink, nudge nudge?" Tarael paused, "No? Too childish? That happens a lot too."

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Tarael Vaynell waved cheerfully to Osric, returning the flash of annoyance with a beaming grin.

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Tarael continued to watch the exchange between Absinthe and Nevan with interest, but also kept his eye on Osric. It wasn't every day you saw a blue person, and the explorer in him was avidly interested.

"What's a war-plane?" he called back, "I don't think we have them where I'm from!"

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Speaking of inebriation, to the far end of the bar, sat by himself with a pint (his fifth) of ale, Tarael Vaynell was sat humming to himself as he fiddled with a small contraption that was set on the table in front of him. The gold-coloured gizmo appeared to be some form of grinder, judging by the placement of some unidentified herb in a small basin on it, and the blunt drill that Tarael was winding down onto it.

Additionally, judging by the occasional wobbling of Tarael's arms, it was clear that he was something of a lightweight.

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Crunch, went the sound of Red landing heavily on Tarael's hand-crafted gadget, causing the youth to yelp and start backwards away from the splintering table. Just as he was recovering from the surprise, the pint of beer - propelled into the air as Red landed on the far side of the table and turned it into a springboard - made its inevitable return to the ground. Or, more precisely, Tarael's head.

The glass clanged off of Tarael's head, and the liquid soaked his hair, leaving him gaping in shock. "What the fuck just happened?" he exclaimed, angrily standing and turning to glare at Red. "Watch where you're flying, you stupid bitch! It took me hours to make that, and the parts were expensive! Dois idiara vasse!"

Degenerating into a spitting oath in his own language, Tarael grabbed the glass from where it had landed on the ground and tossed it angrily at the back of Red's head. "Bitch, look at me when I'm cursing at you!"

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"Who the fuck even are you?! Why are you in a bar, you look like you're twelve!" Tarael yelled at Subaru, "I'm busy right now being angry at other people, wait your damn turn!"

Tarael returned his attention to Red, scowling, "Who're you calling a pipsqueak?! I'm the same height as you, stupid cow!" he snapped, "I'll show you a bloody pipsqueak."

With that, Tarael whole-heartedly launched himself forwards at Red, aiming to tackle her to the floor in a good old fashioned grapple.

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Tarael grunted in pain as the pair of them crashed into the furniture, and growled as Red managed to roll them over to gain the upper hand. When she paused, however, he blinked in confusion. Not entirely sure who she was referring to - having been focused enough on his contraption and his alcohol that he hadn't seen the brutish giant spark the fight in the first place - Tarael decided to take advantage of the moment.

"Yep!" he exclaimed, before violently headbutting Red in the face while she was distracted. Scrambling to bend his knees, Tarael slipped his feet under Red in an attempt to shove her backwards off of him.

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Tarael struggled to his feet, glaring after Red, only to find his vision drawn to the imposing form of Khavel. "Holy shit, it's just cheating to be that big!"

Tarael made his unsteady way after Red, just in time to hear Havok mention Khavel throwing her. "So it was you that broke my auto-pestle!" he exclaimed, "Figures that some brute wouldn't give a crap where his human projectiles land!"

Shouting at the oversized strongman that you were only standing a few feet away from generally wasn't a good idea, but good ideas weren't Tarael's strong suit at the moment.

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"Don't ignore me dammit! Just because I'm half your damned size doesn't mean I'm negligible!" Tarael yelled, fuming. Glancing from side to side, Tarael searched for some sort of weapon, eventually settling on the discarded bucket that Khavel had gulped his spirits from.

Grabbing the freezing bucket, he tipped the ice from it, and nimbly clambered onto the counter. Screaming an incomprehensible curse, Tarael launched himself through the air towards Khavel, aiming to slam the bucket down onto the brute's head, jamming it over him and hopefully lodging it there to blind him.

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Tarael's warcry turned into a girlish shriek, as the youth was tossed through the air like a ragdoll, slamming into the drinks cabinet with a shattering of glass and splintering of wood. Falling through three shelves of bottles, Tarael landed in a puddle of alcohol and pain, groaning.

Half-aware of the fact that staying on the ground and curling up, whilst the most attractive option, might well get him trodden on, Tarael groggily clawed at the side of the counter to pull himself to his feet. "Fuuuuckerrr that hurt." he moaned.

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Drenched in alcohol, bruised, splintered, and bleeding from numerous cuts from the glass of the cabinet, Tarael practically dragged himself along the bar-counter. "Charming..." he muttered, giving the unconscious Khavel a glare, "Hope he drowns ... throw me into a glass cabinet ... bastard."