Setting
Originally nothing more than an old and decaying Barn, it's been completely renovated. Millions of dollars have seemingly been spent on the bar. The outside of the bar is scattered by sports cars; Famous DJ's make appearances everyday and the kitchen hosts a world class chef. It holds a bar close to the barn entrance and a cluster of booths opposite to it. Towards the center of the barn is a wide open dance floor, scattered couches lay against the wall. At the end of the barn is a stage, elevated off the ground. On the stage is the VIP area, a 'U' shaped couch, guarded by red velvet ropes. Above the VIP area lays a large balcony that overlooks the room.The entire facility is guarded by the best security money can buy; The second level of the barn housing the security headquarters. Across the way is the entrance to a large casino and hotel lobby.
NOTE: Taylor's was built by Gabriel Taylor in an attempt to provide a safe haven. A place to drink without having your life threatened. Many measures have been put in place to prevent conflict, including EMP's and Anti Magic generators. Please respect cannon to an extent. If you want to work around these, please do it through RP.
The hotel is large and extravagant. It has everything you’d ever need, ranging from a five star restaurant to indoor pools, and a top of the line spa. Our 2nd floor hosts a large assortment of stores holding anything you can think of including the finest clothing and the newest technology. “
(An image of the entire establishment and the small man-made lake before it)
NOTE: Taylor's was built by Gabriel Taylor in an attempt to provide a safe haven. A place to drink without having your life threatened. Many measures have been put in place to prevent conflict, including EMP's and Anti Magic generators. Please respect cannon to an extent. If you want to work around these, please do it through RP.
The hotel is large and extravagant. It has everything you’d ever need, ranging from a five star restaurant to indoor pools, and a top of the line spa. Our 2nd floor hosts a large assortment of stores holding anything you can think of including the finest clothing and the newest technology. “
(An image of the entire establishment and the small man-made lake before it)
Taylor's Bar
Originally nothing more than an old and decaying Barn, it's been completely renovated. Millions of dollars have seemingly been spent on the bar.
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28 Characters Here
Benito Greco [59]
Ferreway Degri [37] Too short, too tall, too big, too small. She'll criticize you until she's satisfied. Meet Ferreway.
Leon Blanc [19] "Repent"
Jonathan Abel [19] Engineer, Medic, Space Freelancer.
Vladimir Dmitriev [14] The typical barfly and loner. Unless you got a job, leave him be.
Luke Baede [13]
Kayuk Revirn [10] A quick young girl, called 'Kray', who has the best driving and mechanic skills around, and a mouth to match.
Virginia Potts [9] Assistant to Tony Stark, up and coming superhero
Br'nn [8] "Two sides, same coin."
Noah Cherrokee [6] Just a city boy
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Leon peered over at him. "What's wrong? Alcohol aint good enough for yah'? I mean, if it gets yah drunk what else can you ask for?" He took a sip of his drink, laughing obnoxiously as he inched over on his stool to the man. He put his hand on Atian's shoulder as he spoke "What brings you roun' here buddy?"
Atian raised his eyes from his drink, setting it down gently as the man's hand touched his shoulder. A half-dozen images flashed through his mind, not all of which were peaceful, but they faded just as soon as they'd come. He looked the man beside him in the face, taking a moment to think about his words before speaking.
"I bring myself here, though for not much longer than a stop along the road. The wine's good, I just...I just don't have much taste for anything these days. Not unless it's from off world." He smiled a bit, then focused on Leon's hand. He would feel a slight pressure at the point where his skin contacted Atian's tunic, as if a smooth piece of metal were inside his hand and pushing it away, but nothing more.
"As for getting drunk, you're nowhere near there yet. Your breath doesn't even smell of the vodka you've been drinking."
"I bring myself here, though for not much longer than a stop along the road. The wine's good, I just...I just don't have much taste for anything these days. Not unless it's from off world." He smiled a bit, then focused on Leon's hand. He would feel a slight pressure at the point where his skin contacted Atian's tunic, as if a smooth piece of metal were inside his hand and pushing it away, but nothing more.
"As for getting drunk, you're nowhere near there yet. Your breath doesn't even smell of the vodka you've been drinking."
He slowly drew his hand away, leveling a glare at the man. "Hey, you don't know me buddy. I just got naturally good smellin breath! Dont be jealous." He mumbled as he looked back at his drink. He took a large gulp for showmanship's sake.
"I'm here for the boo's."
"I'm here for the boo's."
That raised another eyebrow. What a show, and for nothing. However, as Atian focused more on the vodka being downed, he could watch it and see how it flowed through the man's mouth and throat before ending in his stomach with a splash.
"We don't know each other. It's a mutual thing. The crazy bit about it, however, is that I can manipulate water as I choose, and I can tell that the gulp you just took was the most vodka you've had all day." He grinned, and to prove his point drained the water from his wine, leaving a perfectly dry, powdery residue in the bottom of the glass, a sphere of crystal clear water floating above the glass.
"We don't know each other. It's a mutual thing. The crazy bit about it, however, is that I can manipulate water as I choose, and I can tell that the gulp you just took was the most vodka you've had all day." He grinned, and to prove his point drained the water from his wine, leaving a perfectly dry, powdery residue in the bottom of the glass, a sphere of crystal clear water floating above the glass.
Leon frowned. "You're a bastard, you know that?" Dammit, he really didn't like this guy. How dare he ruin his facade!
"I don't like you. Nope, not one bit! Im not drunk, fine, never claimed to be. What's it to you?"
"I don't like you. Nope, not one bit! Im not drunk, fine, never claimed to be. What's it to you?"
"I may be a bastard, but at least I don't mind it." Atian put the water back into his glass and spun it around, reconstituting the wine into what it had been previously, only to take a drink when he'd finished. It still wasn't as good as he'd hoped.
"And it's nothing to me, really. I'm just entertained by the fact that you're trying to keep all the other humans off your back for being who you are. If I were you, I wouldn't give a damn what they thought of me and I'd just go live life. Then again, if I were you, I wouldn't be able to boil a man's blood or do any of the things I've been trained to do by Psicom."
"And it's nothing to me, really. I'm just entertained by the fact that you're trying to keep all the other humans off your back for being who you are. If I were you, I wouldn't give a damn what they thought of me and I'd just go live life. Then again, if I were you, I wouldn't be able to boil a man's blood or do any of the things I've been trained to do by Psicom."
"I'm not hiding nothin', you're just overthinking it. I don't care what people think of me." It was an obvious lie.
He took another sip of his drink. "Why arent yah out there doing it then, big guy? Instead of wasting your time picking on an old man?"
He took another sip of his drink. "Why arent yah out there doing it then, big guy? Instead of wasting your time picking on an old man?"
"I'm not hiding nothin', you're just overthinking it. I don't care what people think of me." It was an obvious lie.
He took another sip of his drink. "Why arent yah out there doing it then, big guy? Instead of wasting your time picking on an old man?"
He took another sip of his drink. "Why arent yah out there doing it then, big guy? Instead of wasting your time picking on an old man?"
"Because they'd kill me if they saw me. Simple as that." He looked at the wine remaining in his glass and sighed. There really wasn't any reason to finish it aside from the fact that he'd wasted good money on it. He wished it had actually had some flavor this time, but he should have known better. Nothing had tasted good since Kreandor.
"Plus, you're interesting, and I'm sure you don't know many people, let alone humans, who would take time to sit and bother talking to you." His tone remained rather upbeat, as though he were bantering about any other subject, and he still had a half a smile on his face like it was all a game.
"Plus, you're interesting, and I'm sure you don't know many people, let alone humans, who would take time to sit and bother talking to you." His tone remained rather upbeat, as though he were bantering about any other subject, and he still had a half a smile on his face like it was all a game.
"Tell me your story than, im rather interested actually." He smiled childishly as he ordered another drink. "That was sarcasm, i'm really not. Just in case you didnt catch that."
Atian shrugged. He no longer cared about what he'd already done. It was in the past and the only time it bothered him was when those who'd decided he'd done something terrible came looking for him.
"I probably wouldn't have told you anything anyway. A man as defeated and downed as you are probably wouldn't be worth the breath that the story would require."
"I probably wouldn't have told you anything anyway. A man as defeated and downed as you are probably wouldn't be worth the breath that the story would require."
He gazed over at him.
"Defeated? Downed? Hardly. I got a shit ton to live for. I think you're just jealous, or maybe you dont got shit worth living for yourself?"
"Defeated? Downed? Hardly. I got a shit ton to live for. I think you're just jealous, or maybe you dont got shit worth living for yourself?"
A line formed on Atian's forehead as he furrowed his brow. An instant later, and Leon's glass shattered, the water in the drink having formed into a sphere of icy spikes. He relaxed and smiled dangerously.
"You misunderstand. I'm hardly jealous of you, simply because of what my mind can do. As for having a purpose in life, I've never had one worth following. And I prefer it that way, 'cause it means I don't have to worry about being responsible very often."
"You misunderstand. I'm hardly jealous of you, simply because of what my mind can do. As for having a purpose in life, I've never had one worth following. And I prefer it that way, 'cause it means I don't have to worry about being responsible very often."
He barely shuddered as the glass exploded in his hand. "That wasnt very nice..." He shifted his hand away, allowing the shards to fall to the ground.
"Nah, it just means your life's depressing and aimless. Have fun with that..."
"Nah, it just means your life's depressing and aimless. Have fun with that..."
"I'm not exactly a nice person. And aimless, yes. Depressing, not at all. I rather enjoy the absolute freedom of my life, considering it allows me to do most anything I could ever want to do."
He smiled and then looked at the rack of alcohol behind the bar. If it weren't for the natural systems in his body, he'd have been able to drink just a few glasses and get wasted, but as it was, he'd have to clean out at least half of the top shelf to hit that point.
He smiled and then looked at the rack of alcohol behind the bar. If it weren't for the natural systems in his body, he'd have been able to drink just a few glasses and get wasted, but as it was, he'd have to clean out at least half of the top shelf to hit that point.
"Its not freedom my man, it's emptiness. What's the point, huh? Just wondering around like a fool? Life's more fun when you got a reason to live it."
Atian shrugged and continued to look at the top-shelf liquor. So what if there wasn't a point in his life to drive towards. He was free to do what he wanted, so he had no qualms about it.
"And what would you suggest I go and try to do?"
"And what would you suggest I go and try to do?"
Duncan laughed, and watched the young man on the dance floor embarrass himself. "Oh gosh, I'm glad I could dance when I was a teenager." He joked, taking a sip of his water. After a moment or two, the young man realized his fault and faded back into the crowd.
It had been a rather slow day today, and only a few things had happened. A threat to the bartender earlier in the day, and some scuffle were the only two things that Duncan had to deal with. He checked his watch idly, and turned back around to watch the channel ten news. Just a car crash on Main street, but nothing important.
It had been a rather slow day today, and only a few things had happened. A threat to the bartender earlier in the day, and some scuffle were the only two things that Duncan had to deal with. He checked his watch idly, and turned back around to watch the channel ten news. Just a car crash on Main street, but nothing important.
Vladimir gave Andrea another look before he stood up from his stool, one hand placed inside the interior of his blazer coat. With a sigh, he ran his hand through his hair, braided now as he couldn't find any of his hair ties this morning. "Do not wander far, old man. I will be watching, just from a slightly...higher...viewpoint. Not too far, so no need for worry."
He crosses to the other side of the VIP section, up a small flight of stairs and towards a sectioned off balcony over looking the bar. Nothing looked...off. No more then usual. All the same, he thumbed the safety off of his GSh-18, hand at the ready...
He crosses to the other side of the VIP section, up a small flight of stairs and towards a sectioned off balcony over looking the bar. Nothing looked...off. No more then usual. All the same, he thumbed the safety off of his GSh-18, hand at the ready...
A long, black, limousine pulled up into the parking lot of Taylor’s Bar. Paparazzi vehicles were off in the distance, cameras propped against windows with large, long lenses. As the car stopped, a driver appeared and walked over to the back door. As it opened, a long and smooth leg appeared tipped with a dangerous looking nude-colored heel.
And out stepped the most renown woman on all of Terra: the beautiful Alexandra Varushka; Miss Multiverse, herself. She wore a white suit with a contrasting red blouse beneath and pearls around her neck and in her ears. The woman’s blond hair was pinned up in an art fashion that allowed tendrils to play around her oval shaped face.
“Thank you, Roger,” she said in a velveteen voice before making her way up to the entrance of the new bar. In the background, several photos were being taken in secret.
And out stepped the most renown woman on all of Terra: the beautiful Alexandra Varushka; Miss Multiverse, herself. She wore a white suit with a contrasting red blouse beneath and pearls around her neck and in her ears. The woman’s blond hair was pinned up in an art fashion that allowed tendrils to play around her oval shaped face.
“Thank you, Roger,” she said in a velveteen voice before making her way up to the entrance of the new bar. In the background, several photos were being taken in secret.
Ink was suddenly aware of how much of a contrast she was to the slick black limo and bodacious woman who came out of it. She was dressed in her nicest pair of blue jeans, black sneakers, and a black top. The beaded top was certainly the nicest piece of her ensemble, but even it was covered by her ratty green jacket that she decided would be discarded in back with her messenger bag.
She had to come straight from her critique today, but she wasn't about to be late on her first night. In fact, she was over an hour early. Once the swarm of paparazzi had died down a bit, she steps out into the walkway and quickly slips inside the barn/club. Once inside, she quickly moves to slip into the back where she might hide her things. Finding a cubby to tuck her bag and jacket into, she stands and brushes her fingers through her hair before pressing her lips together to refresh her lip gloss. Luckily she had some training done when she was hired. It wasn't all that complicated. Keep the tables and bar clean of dirty dishes, clean up any minor messes - yea, she could do this with one hand behind her back.
She had to come straight from her critique today, but she wasn't about to be late on her first night. In fact, she was over an hour early. Once the swarm of paparazzi had died down a bit, she steps out into the walkway and quickly slips inside the barn/club. Once inside, she quickly moves to slip into the back where she might hide her things. Finding a cubby to tuck her bag and jacket into, she stands and brushes her fingers through her hair before pressing her lips together to refresh her lip gloss. Luckily she had some training done when she was hired. It wasn't all that complicated. Keep the tables and bar clean of dirty dishes, clean up any minor messes - yea, she could do this with one hand behind her back.
Taylor rushed into the bar, stumbling out of Benito's SLR and through the doorway. He looked as if he had one to much to drink, but it was simply the adrenaline. It got Taylor like that. He had a silly smile on his face as he made his way to Andrea, sitting next to him on the couch. Red velvet rope surrounded them along with a group of much too eager women. "Got started without me old man?" Andrea seemed alarmed. "What happened to you? You cant be showing up at the bar like this! Go get cleaned up." Andrea shoved Taylor off the couch and towards his room.
Benito made his entrance shortly after, yelling across the bar. "The whole playboy thing aint working out too well for him. I hate it when he's like this, a brute i tell you!." He laughed idly as he realized how trivial the situation was. "Party started yet? Seems like you've already got going."
Benito made his entrance shortly after, yelling across the bar. "The whole playboy thing aint working out too well for him. I hate it when he's like this, a brute i tell you!." He laughed idly as he realized how trivial the situation was. "Party started yet? Seems like you've already got going."
Daessee pulled up outside Taylor's Bar. She'd passed a few times before, but never had the courage to explore it. Parking her Porsche rather ineptly, she climbed out and locked it, dropping the keys in her handbag. She was dressed in torn jeans and a cropped top, with a short black blazer over the top. She pushed the bar door open, emanating confidence despite her inner nervousness. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she glanced around the quiet bar, vaguely recognizing the man from Gambits, the one who had been fighting
Titania Brightsmith had been working overtime (at least that's what it felt like) getting ready for the arrival of Miss Multiverse herself. Everything had to be absolutely pristine, and spit-shining was NOT an option. To make things worse, she couldn't even let herself be seen in her dirty coveralls after hours of maintenance and crawling through maintenance tunnels! Better to be invisible than to show up looking like an embarrassment, she supposed, but her oily fingers dropped a circuit tester, making a loud CLANG from somewhere above the main floor.
Miss Multiverse entered the newly established bar with graceful steps and an alluring sway to her hips. A smile crept up onto the edges of her lips as her brown eyes scanned across the room. It seemed much more fashionable than the run down, notorious, Gambit’s Bar.
She stopped in the middle of the room, glancing about as if looking for someone … perhaps the owner? Only a good and gracious host would introduce himself to one of the most powerful and famous faces on all of Terra and the galaxy itself. The fact that Aleksandra had not yet been greeted with open arms was strange and almost uncomfortable, not the normal for a person of her stature.
She stopped in the middle of the room, glancing about as if looking for someone … perhaps the owner? Only a good and gracious host would introduce himself to one of the most powerful and famous faces on all of Terra and the galaxy itself. The fact that Aleksandra had not yet been greeted with open arms was strange and almost uncomfortable, not the normal for a person of her stature.