Setting
Current Barkeep - Vasaren "Lefty" Stormbird, a tall elven male. He has sleek, long, black hair. The most noticeable thing about him is his arcane magic powered left hand. He has no real fingers left, just bits of metal connected by flowing veins of violet magic. (As played by: Vexar) He was recently nearly fired after an incident caused the entire bar to be filled with the most pesky substance known to man. Glitter.Atmosphere (Comfortable) - Due to improved trade, food and ale is in good supply and of fine quality. Prices are fair, the lasses and lads fairer, and customers are happy.
Current Special - Grouse with gooseberry jam Ӎ2, House Wine Ӎ2.
Topics of Conversation
• The opening of an exotic beast shop.
• A ship recently activated the defense systems of the port and had to be put in stasis as it came in too fast. Since then it has been removed from stasis, and docked.
Random Events
• People cringe as someone runs a knife too hard over a plate, causing it to screech.
• An oil lamp flickers out. After a brief pause, the lamp flutters back to life. Someone at the table asks another person if they felt a chill too.
Things of note
• Being so close to The Grand Gate has forced this tavern to become somewhat of an emergency stronghold for Proxi guards in the past. It is a well known fact that the tavern also holds a fortified keep with its own armory deep within the tavern walls.
• The mosaic windows, firelight, and candles are rarely the same colors. They slowly shift and glimmer into different hues throughout the day, often suiting the mood and weather. When asked, the current barkeep 'Vasaren Stormbird' always responds that it was a long lost enchantment that caused the charming effect.
Current Menu
Meals
•Braised beef and pears with ginger ...Ӎ4
•Grouse with gooseberry jam ...Ӎ3
•Oyster Soup ...Ӎ4
•Oxtail Soup ...Ӎ4
•Grilled Sausages and mashed potatoes ...Ӎ5
•Rissoles of game with truffles ...Ӎ5
•Trout and fried potatoes ...Ӎ5
•Stewed Pigeons ...Ӎ1
Drinks
•Fire Mead ...Ӎ2 (Current Special)
•Soda of choice ...Ӎ1
•Tea (Sweet or Unsweet) ...Ӎ1
•Hot Tea ...Ӎ2
•Hot Coffee ...Ӎ2
•Ale ...Ӎ2
•Mead ...Ӎ2
•House Wine ...Ӎ3
•Royal Reserve ...Ӎ4
•Kingsman's Vineyard ...Ӎ5
Desserts
•Slice of today's pie ...Ӎ1
•Slice of apple cake ...Ӎ1
•Cup Lady Minerva's Pudding with Lady Fingers ...Ӎ3
•Slice of cheesecake ...Ӎ2
•Bowl of ice cream, vanilla, strawberry, or chocolate ...Ӎ1
The Drunken Griffon
The tavern is found just a short walk away from the entrance gate. It seems only to be busy during the latter part of the day.
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The Drunken Griffon is a part of 
Proxi.
15 Characters Here
The Grey Man [37] I am become death
Vaseren Stormbird [35] Sleek, long, black hair. Tan skin, violet eyes. He's tall by elven standards.
Erandi Nys'dani [32] A woman with a complicated past that she wants nothing more than to forget. A new life begins for "Erandi" even while her past haunts her.
Lukas Sadorov [26] rebel soldier fighting UECOR
Pippa Deravue [25] Waitress and bar fly, lower middle class woman with not much to do.
Bass Drop [16] -Repeat Off, Shuffle on-
Gydain [9] A jovial man, a collector of odd things.
Odin Apollo [5] "Knowledge....is power after all"
Nur [4] I don't know what the hell you're talking about. Giant lizard human? That ain't me...
Ageha Kyoshiro [3] Wandering Swordsman
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Odin glanced up from his book once more. While he did enjoy reviewing material...one could not pass up the opportunity to observe social behavior....
"Really? I'd have thought you'd have heard it before," the youth replied, leaning back onto the bar counter lazily and crossing one leg over the other, tight jeans tugging at the waist. "It seems only fitting for a light-footed pretty boy like yourself."
He chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "Sorry. The hood stays up." he said, shrugging his shoulders. "I wasn't aware that the spanish inquisition wore hoodies, but then, I suppose it was rather difficult to predict them..."
He smirked again. "Don't get me wrong, Twinkletoes, I don't mean to offend. Honestly, the feathers look good on you." Again, that sultry tone snuck into his voice almost imperceptibly. There was something very appealing about it, though in what way was difficult to say.
He chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "Sorry. The hood stays up." he said, shrugging his shoulders. "I wasn't aware that the spanish inquisition wore hoodies, but then, I suppose it was rather difficult to predict them..."
He smirked again. "Don't get me wrong, Twinkletoes, I don't mean to offend. Honestly, the feathers look good on you." Again, that sultry tone snuck into his voice almost imperceptibly. There was something very appealing about it, though in what way was difficult to say.
His eyebrow rising higher yet, Kvan ran a hand through his hair. It wasn't often that he ended up in a conversation like this, and even less so when dealing with men.
"Twinkletoes? Pretty boy? And I thought today was going to be normal. Then again, you're not exactly big and brawny yourself, are you? So then, what's your specialty? Bow? Staff? Magic? Or maybe you're just so damn small you can hide in front of someone's nose before slitting their throat. Go on, let's hear it."
He grinned and seated himself a few stools down the bar, not wanting to be within range of anything physical. Not quite yet at least.
"Twinkletoes? Pretty boy? And I thought today was going to be normal. Then again, you're not exactly big and brawny yourself, are you? So then, what's your specialty? Bow? Staff? Magic? Or maybe you're just so damn small you can hide in front of someone's nose before slitting their throat. Go on, let's hear it."
He grinned and seated himself a few stools down the bar, not wanting to be within range of anything physical. Not quite yet at least.
In truth, this city was surprising news to this ageless being who had long forgotten what being startled felt like. After finishing a recently uncovered tome, and rearranging his antique shop for the hundredth time that week, Vokun had decided to give inter-dimensional travel another go. It was a hobby that the dragon had just recently found a knack for, not that any form of the arcane arts had ever given him trouble.
After what felt like years of traveling the void between universes, he found that every single strand, every single guiding rope of reality lead to this point, to a city he would soon learn was called Proxi.
He'd been here for weeks now. The purple haired, feminine man had not yet once had the urge to go back home. His shop was in good hands, either way. It was nice, finding somewhere new, a place he knew nothing about. It did his vengeful heart good to find a sanctuary to hide in. Now, he was feeling thirsty, and the oddly dressed man entered the bar named after an intoxicated fantastical hybrid, eager for a nice, stiff drink.
After what felt like years of traveling the void between universes, he found that every single strand, every single guiding rope of reality lead to this point, to a city he would soon learn was called Proxi.
He'd been here for weeks now. The purple haired, feminine man had not yet once had the urge to go back home. His shop was in good hands, either way. It was nice, finding somewhere new, a place he knew nothing about. It did his vengeful heart good to find a sanctuary to hide in. Now, he was feeling thirsty, and the oddly dressed man entered the bar named after an intoxicated fantastical hybrid, eager for a nice, stiff drink.
"Speciality?" It was the other's turn to raise his eyebrow, although the action was difficult to notice beneath the hood. "Why, do I have to have one? So focused on violence, tsk." He grinned, folding his arms, "I'm a lover, not a fighter."
That was true, to some extent. He could fight, but he preferred not to. Words were so much easier, and produced better results most of the time.
"I take it, then, that you're of a profession that involves a lot of... killing, hm?" He moved off from the bar, sauntering a few paces closer to the other man. His movements were relaxed and non-threatening to the point of being languid.
"I'd be willing to bet that our bookwormish voyeur over there," the slightest motion of his head towards Odin's position accompanied his words, "would agree with me when I say I prefer words to blades."
That was true, to some extent. He could fight, but he preferred not to. Words were so much easier, and produced better results most of the time.
"I take it, then, that you're of a profession that involves a lot of... killing, hm?" He moved off from the bar, sauntering a few paces closer to the other man. His movements were relaxed and non-threatening to the point of being languid.
"I'd be willing to bet that our bookwormish voyeur over there," the slightest motion of his head towards Odin's position accompanied his words, "would agree with me when I say I prefer words to blades."
Kvan stiffened visibly, tensing just for a moment as his conversational partner approached. He thought about going for the dagger in his boot, or the small piece of Zol that he could shape into a bow at a moment's notice that sat on his belt, but he leaned back instead, fighting the urge to react. Pirates were always relaxed, at least the best ones that is.
"Words are certainly pretty, don't think I don't believe it, but words'll get you killed. I could say I won't stab you, but unless I'm bound by magic or something similar, I could say it then go ahead and stab you anyway. A blade or an arrow, however. Now that's a bit different. You have to break it to make it betray you." He chuckled softly, moving a few stray strands of pale blonde hair out of his eyes.
"As for what I do for a living, I won't say it doesn't involve killing, but it certainly isn't often that I take a man to Death's doorstep." He smirked, then looked past the cloaked figure to the newest patron. Surprisingly, it was someone he recognized.
"Master Vokun, how nice to see you again. It's been a while since you had me playing cargo boat all those months ago, and I'd been wondering where you'd gotten to. Many thanks, again, for the payment."
"Words are certainly pretty, don't think I don't believe it, but words'll get you killed. I could say I won't stab you, but unless I'm bound by magic or something similar, I could say it then go ahead and stab you anyway. A blade or an arrow, however. Now that's a bit different. You have to break it to make it betray you." He chuckled softly, moving a few stray strands of pale blonde hair out of his eyes.
"As for what I do for a living, I won't say it doesn't involve killing, but it certainly isn't often that I take a man to Death's doorstep." He smirked, then looked past the cloaked figure to the newest patron. Surprisingly, it was someone he recognized.
"Master Vokun, how nice to see you again. It's been a while since you had me playing cargo boat all those months ago, and I'd been wondering where you'd gotten to. Many thanks, again, for the payment."
Odin only sighed and went back to reading. He had done nothing to invite such rude comments to be made about himself....why did other people have to be so....uncivilized.
"I don't know about you, but my conversations don't all too often stray into the realms of discussing whether or not I'm going to stab someone," the young man replied amusedly. He brushed past Kvan, almost uncomfortably close, to pace around to his far side. The sky-pirate might have caught a glimpse of a pair of unusually vibrant green eyes beneath the hood as he passed, before he turned away again.
His eyes wandered to the new patron, the one that the blonde boy had greeted. A curious looking man, to say the least. He gave him a searching stare, but eventually allowed his eyes to wander back to Kvan.
Placing his hands on the counter, the youth lifted himself up to perch upon its top, resting his feet on one of the stools adjacent to the sky-pirate. "My name is Arien, by the way, twinkletoes. I can't promise I won't keep calling you twinkletoes either way, but what would you prefer I call you, hm?"
His eyes wandered to the new patron, the one that the blonde boy had greeted. A curious looking man, to say the least. He gave him a searching stare, but eventually allowed his eyes to wander back to Kvan.
Placing his hands on the counter, the youth lifted himself up to perch upon its top, resting his feet on one of the stools adjacent to the sky-pirate. "My name is Arien, by the way, twinkletoes. I can't promise I won't keep calling you twinkletoes either way, but what would you prefer I call you, hm?"
There was a sudden distortion, a crackle, and then a flash of multicolored, rainbow light. This anomaly remained dead center in the bar for several moments, before it opened up, distorted itself, and seemed to create a sideways vortex of multicolored light, which, after several moments of instability, belched a large crate bearing the emblem of some obscure company. The crate was ten feet long and four feet wide, and it crashed through tables, and silverware alike.
The Vortex remained, before it hurled a single human male into the crate, before it collapsed on itself with a deafening clap, not unlike thunder.
The disheveled male quickly regained composure, surveying his surroundings and muttering in a strange language.
"Cá bhfuil mé?"
The Vortex remained, before it hurled a single human male into the crate, before it collapsed on itself with a deafening clap, not unlike thunder.
The disheveled male quickly regained composure, surveying his surroundings and muttering in a strange language.
"Cá bhfuil mé?"
Vokun waved off the sky pirates greetings at first, more interested in slaking his thirst. He'd grown accustomed to harder wines, fortified, such as sherry or port. Having placed an order, it was now time to be civil while he awaited its completion. It was not out of sheer arrogance that he ignored the two still as he dragged up his own chair, but more so, Vokun was distracted by his own internal monologue, as always.
Taking his own seat, the man crossed his legs, began to hum, and give himself a manicure, pausing only to blink at the commotion within the tavern, surprised to see another traveler come through so unexpectedly, and of course, to sample the wine brought to him. He had still not addressed the two men he was now sitting with, more interested in getting his cuticles juuuuuuust right.
Taking his own seat, the man crossed his legs, began to hum, and give himself a manicure, pausing only to blink at the commotion within the tavern, surprised to see another traveler come through so unexpectedly, and of course, to sample the wine brought to him. He had still not addressed the two men he was now sitting with, more interested in getting his cuticles juuuuuuust right.
Kvan shrugged away the lack of a greeting in return. Perhaps he'd not been recognized for who he was. It wasn't really all that uncommon, especially since nobody in Wing City had really seemed to look at wanted posters anymore. And here, in this new place, it seemed like he could start over. If he wanted to, that was.
"Arien? Just Arien? No surname, or title? Odd. I'm Captain Skyheart, or Kvan Skyheart. Either works, I suppose. You're welcome to call me Kvan, though, as it's the easiest of the three, and still a fair bit shorter than 'Twinkletoes'." He'd shifted a bit as the man had walked past, and while the vibrant green he'd seen beneath the cloak might throw off some, he'd dealt with things that were far less...human since he'd begun his current lifestyle.
He jumped to his feet, or rather jumped into the air and hung there, drawing his dagger as he went when the crate and man came into the room from, well, nowhere. He pulled his arm back, preparing to throw the blade, but held onto it as the man began to speak.
If there was one thing he could say he both liked and disliked about who he was, it was how damned reactive he could be.
"Arien? Just Arien? No surname, or title? Odd. I'm Captain Skyheart, or Kvan Skyheart. Either works, I suppose. You're welcome to call me Kvan, though, as it's the easiest of the three, and still a fair bit shorter than 'Twinkletoes'." He'd shifted a bit as the man had walked past, and while the vibrant green he'd seen beneath the cloak might throw off some, he'd dealt with things that were far less...human since he'd begun his current lifestyle.
He jumped to his feet, or rather jumped into the air and hung there, drawing his dagger as he went when the crate and man came into the room from, well, nowhere. He pulled his arm back, preparing to throw the blade, but held onto it as the man began to speak.
If there was one thing he could say he both liked and disliked about who he was, it was how damned reactive he could be.
"A Captain, huh?" Arien grinned, "And so young, too. You really must be something. Kvan, then. And if you really want to know, it's Valentine. Or... Lessard. Take your pick."
He shrugged his shoulders, before starting in surprise at the sudden appearance of a vortex. His eyes fell on the crate and the man that were tossed through, sharply surveying him.
He was quicker to relax than Kvan was, though, when the man didn't immediately start trying to blow the room sky-high.
"Nice reflexes you have there," he remarked to Kvan, "You continue to impress me. And you were already off to a good start with the pretty face."
He winked slyly. As throughout the conversation, something in his voice that wasn't quite natural laced his words with ... not quite desirability, though approaching it, but a near inability to find them objectionable.
Arien's attention went to the man that had appeared out of the vortex, then. "I think you may have taken a wrong turn at Albuquerque, stranger."
He shrugged his shoulders, before starting in surprise at the sudden appearance of a vortex. His eyes fell on the crate and the man that were tossed through, sharply surveying him.
He was quicker to relax than Kvan was, though, when the man didn't immediately start trying to blow the room sky-high.
"Nice reflexes you have there," he remarked to Kvan, "You continue to impress me. And you were already off to a good start with the pretty face."
He winked slyly. As throughout the conversation, something in his voice that wasn't quite natural laced his words with ... not quite desirability, though approaching it, but a near inability to find them objectionable.
Arien's attention went to the man that had appeared out of the vortex, then. "I think you may have taken a wrong turn at Albuquerque, stranger."
The young male, appearing no more than twenty struggled to his feet, his weapon, a glossy black Disruptor Mk II rifle hung loosely over his shoulder. After straightening his helmet and goggles, he caught the arm raising to throw a blade.
The man, despite being disoriented rose his weapon, uttering a panicked sequence of words. "De réir na ndéithe!" He called out, stumbling back into a chair. Despite the new surroundings, the man's insignia was easily recognizable to denizens of Wing City, a silver circular phoenix motif on both shoulders.
When both relaxed, so did the individual, lowering his weapon and allowing it to once again come to rest slung across his Torso.
He dusted himself off and turned back to the crate, and then to Kvan and Arien.
"Wot da feck 'appened?" He said in a sharp accent, one that seemed to share a close cousin with other places in the universe.
"Dis In't Lantea." He said, looking around.
The man, despite being disoriented rose his weapon, uttering a panicked sequence of words. "De réir na ndéithe!" He called out, stumbling back into a chair. Despite the new surroundings, the man's insignia was easily recognizable to denizens of Wing City, a silver circular phoenix motif on both shoulders.
When both relaxed, so did the individual, lowering his weapon and allowing it to once again come to rest slung across his Torso.
He dusted himself off and turned back to the crate, and then to Kvan and Arien.
"Wot da feck 'appened?" He said in a sharp accent, one that seemed to share a close cousin with other places in the universe.
"Dis In't Lantea." He said, looking around.
"Aye. I've got a ship and everything, before you bother askin'." He slowly put the knife back in his boot, but he stayed in the air. The insignia on the man's uniform, while not something he knew on sight, had him on edge.
"T-thanks, I suppose. Too much time spent in areas far too dangerous to keep someone sane for long. But you learn to get used to it. Either that, or you die. Pretty simple choice, honestly." He looked back at Vokun, surprised to see that the man had barely budged during the commotion, instead continuing to fiddle with his fingertips. Looking back to the man and his box, Kvan spoke up.
"No, this is somewhere else. Apparently somewhere you weren't intending to go, but one you ended up in anyway. Come, enjoy yourself."
"T-thanks, I suppose. Too much time spent in areas far too dangerous to keep someone sane for long. But you learn to get used to it. Either that, or you die. Pretty simple choice, honestly." He looked back at Vokun, surprised to see that the man had barely budged during the commotion, instead continuing to fiddle with his fingertips. Looking back to the man and his box, Kvan spoke up.
"No, this is somewhere else. Apparently somewhere you weren't intending to go, but one you ended up in anyway. Come, enjoy yourself."
Hmmm...Interesting...I could've sworn that accent was familiar, but I can't place it...Vokun's internal monologue, thrown off by this rather unexpected transaction, actually threw him back into a sociable mood. He suddenly realized he had been addressed, and that the blonde haired hatchling was an acquaintance of his. Huh. Though currently, the dragon was mouth deep in a large glass of port, almost purring in relief at the comfort the beverage brought him. And of course, his precious manicure.
He didn't want to impress anyone, so much as someone of his stature had to be presentable. Ah, such were the hardships of being the last member of an aristocracy.
"It is good to see you once more, Kvan. It is good to be in company in general again. I haven't actually talked to anyone in more than several fortnights."
With a snap of his fingers, another chair would pull itself up to their collective little table. "Yes, yes, solider boy, do come have a squat and a chat. All the merrier."
He didn't want to impress anyone, so much as someone of his stature had to be presentable. Ah, such were the hardships of being the last member of an aristocracy.
"It is good to see you once more, Kvan. It is good to be in company in general again. I haven't actually talked to anyone in more than several fortnights."
With a snap of his fingers, another chair would pull itself up to their collective little table. "Yes, yes, solider boy, do come have a squat and a chat. All the merrier."
It was only at that point that Arien noticed Kvan was hovering. He raised an eyebrow once again beneath his hood, "No wonder you had such a soft landing, twinkletoes. I'm starting to get the feathers theme, now."
His attention wandered to Vokun, then as he finally spoke, "And the violet diva speaks, at last. All sorts of tricks here tonight."
Abruptly, the young man tensed, as though something had caught his attention. A whisper at the edge of his mind called. Harrumph. What dreadful timing.
Sighing dramatically, he hopped down from the counter. "Unfortunately my time here's all out." He turned to grin at Kvan, "Maybe I'll catch you around here some other time, pretty twinkletoes, if I'm lucky."
He winked once more, before raising a hand in a small wave. "Till then, you stay classy, cap'n." he said, before he hurried for the door.
His attention wandered to Vokun, then as he finally spoke, "And the violet diva speaks, at last. All sorts of tricks here tonight."
Abruptly, the young man tensed, as though something had caught his attention. A whisper at the edge of his mind called. Harrumph. What dreadful timing.
Sighing dramatically, he hopped down from the counter. "Unfortunately my time here's all out." He turned to grin at Kvan, "Maybe I'll catch you around here some other time, pretty twinkletoes, if I'm lucky."
He winked once more, before raising a hand in a small wave. "Till then, you stay classy, cap'n." he said, before he hurried for the door.
The confused man slowly approached the group, watching as the one left to the door, and then he brought his eyes on Vokun and Kvan.
"T'anks fo' da hospitality." He said, looking back to the crate, then he withdrew a small remote like device, which flashed in a strange alien language.
"No Alignment, 'ave no idear where i'm at." He said, pulling up a Chair.
"Corporal Norman McAlister, Aschen Marine corps." He said, introducing himself. "While i'm 'ere might as well grab a pint."
"So, someone care to enlighten me as to where the frak I am?" He said, thumbing through the menu. "'Cause I'm right lost."
"So, who are you lot?":
"T'anks fo' da hospitality." He said, looking back to the crate, then he withdrew a small remote like device, which flashed in a strange alien language.
"No Alignment, 'ave no idear where i'm at." He said, pulling up a Chair.
"Corporal Norman McAlister, Aschen Marine corps." He said, introducing himself. "While i'm 'ere might as well grab a pint."
"So, someone care to enlighten me as to where the frak I am?" He said, thumbing through the menu. "'Cause I'm right lost."
"So, who are you lot?":
"The Drunken Griffon. Ever since Gambit went and closed his bar down for however long he intends to keep it closed, the patrons've come here instead. Nothing terribly fancy, but it's better than not having a place to go at all." The young man shrugged, rolling his shoulders a bit. Aschen would pay prettily for his head, he suspected. After all, the Empire didn't exactly condone piracy, last he checked.
"A pleasure to meet you, Corporal. The name's Captain Skyheart, owner and pilot of the airship Slipstream." He eyed Vokun cautiously, hoping that his former business partner would remember the gentlemanly rules of discretion regarding names.
If there was one thing Kvan could do without, it was a firefight with and Aschen Marine. And since he didn't seem to be recognized as of yet, the wind mage was hoping for the best. Granted, his surname and ship's name might be enough to get him in trouble, if the man knew the bounty board particularly well.
"A pleasure to meet you, Corporal. The name's Captain Skyheart, owner and pilot of the airship Slipstream." He eyed Vokun cautiously, hoping that his former business partner would remember the gentlemanly rules of discretion regarding names.
If there was one thing Kvan could do without, it was a firefight with and Aschen Marine. And since he didn't seem to be recognized as of yet, the wind mage was hoping for the best. Granted, his surname and ship's name might be enough to get him in trouble, if the man knew the bounty board particularly well.
"Name is Vokun. Humble practitioner of all manner of arts and hobbies, as well as a bit of an antique fanatic. Own a little shop in Wing City, but grew tired of the place. Thinking about moving to this city of Proxxi for good. Its more relaxed here, and I wouldn't have to keep repairing my shop every other week." A joke of course, as the dragon had not yet had to rebuild it once, but for the sake of appearances...
"And it is a pleasure, Corporal. I've yet to see one of you Aschen up close, though my patrons would mention you people from time to time, usually under hushed breaths and with angry tones. But that is for them to decide." Having had no previous direct dealings with the intergalactic race, Vokun held nothing against them for whatever it is they supposedly did to Terra. "So...tell us how you managed to wind up here? I didn't smell any magic so I suppose it was a technical mishap?" The ageless dragon would ask, returning most of his attention back to his self performed manicure.
"And it is a pleasure, Corporal. I've yet to see one of you Aschen up close, though my patrons would mention you people from time to time, usually under hushed breaths and with angry tones. But that is for them to decide." Having had no previous direct dealings with the intergalactic race, Vokun held nothing against them for whatever it is they supposedly did to Terra. "So...tell us how you managed to wind up here? I didn't smell any magic so I suppose it was a technical mishap?" The ageless dragon would ask, returning most of his attention back to his self performed manicure.
Aschen Marine pulled out his remote and then he checked it, it still wasn't able to acquire any sort of alignment. "Drunken Griffon.." He said quietly, before he unclasped his helmet, setting it on the table and revealing short cropped red hair.
"So You're a pirate?" He said, tilting his head to Kvan. "Since the Empire collapsed, Piracy has been on the rise." He said, once a drink was placed in front of him. It seemed up close and without the combat gear, this lone Marine looked no more human than an average Terran.
He subsequently addressed Vokun. "There's not much to see, we're all 'uman." He said, turning to the crate.
"Bifrost went wrong, probably a solar flare." He added, turning back to the immortal.
"So You're a pirate?" He said, tilting his head to Kvan. "Since the Empire collapsed, Piracy has been on the rise." He said, once a drink was placed in front of him. It seemed up close and without the combat gear, this lone Marine looked no more human than an average Terran.
He subsequently addressed Vokun. "There's not much to see, we're all 'uman." He said, turning to the crate.
"Bifrost went wrong, probably a solar flare." He added, turning back to the immortal.
"Seems my name still gets around then," Kvan muttered to himself. Yet thing didn't seem completely wrong, considering there was a profound lack of gunfire at that moment.
"I hadn't realized the Aschen Empire had fallen, to be honest. The rich remain rich and I still have work to enjoy. I have to admit, though, that I'm surprised to find you so complacent about all this, considering you're military and such." He shrugged once, then seated himself on the bar, finally coming down out of the air.
"And what, might I ask, is the Bifrost? I mean, aside from the legends. Having held the power of Thor once was more than enough to know the legends surrounding the bridge, but what take do you have on it?"
"I hadn't realized the Aschen Empire had fallen, to be honest. The rich remain rich and I still have work to enjoy. I have to admit, though, that I'm surprised to find you so complacent about all this, considering you're military and such." He shrugged once, then seated himself on the bar, finally coming down out of the air.
"And what, might I ask, is the Bifrost? I mean, aside from the legends. Having held the power of Thor once was more than enough to know the legends surrounding the bridge, but what take do you have on it?"
Vokun was curious on this little matter as well. If it was THE Bifrost, then the dragon had some serious research to do. Any and all manner of magical artifacts were a keen subject of interest to him and his ever growing horde of trinkets...However, transporting an entire bridge would probably be difficult.
Having finished his own beverage, the violet diva would continue to pretty himself up, humming softly as he did so. It was nice to have company, and the conversation was even more relaxing, however, Vokun had tuned back into his endless inner monologue, responding only when spoken to. For now, it was simply business as usual. Listen and learn, and compare what has happening outside to the notes he had inside.
Having finished his own beverage, the violet diva would continue to pretty himself up, humming softly as he did so. It was nice to have company, and the conversation was even more relaxing, however, Vokun had tuned back into his endless inner monologue, responding only when spoken to. For now, it was simply business as usual. Listen and learn, and compare what has happening outside to the notes he had inside.
The Marine turned to Kvan, and he shrugged somewhat nonchalantly. "I am just in it to support my family, I don't question the motives, I just follow orders."
With a brief swig of his drink, which had finally been placed before him. "The Bifrost... I don't know how it works... but the eggheads at the University of Minos say.." He then took a napkin and he drew two dots on the napkin, one on each corner.
"They say it works like this... the distance between these two points may seem vast." He then folded the napkin, lining up the two dots. "Until you do this. The Bifrost was the codename for the Project, because of the multi-colored effect."
He turned to the crate, and he approached it, pulling the lock away, and opening it to reveal an array of weapons, microfusion cells, food and medical supplies.
"I wonder how I'm going to get back home."
With a brief swig of his drink, which had finally been placed before him. "The Bifrost... I don't know how it works... but the eggheads at the University of Minos say.." He then took a napkin and he drew two dots on the napkin, one on each corner.
"They say it works like this... the distance between these two points may seem vast." He then folded the napkin, lining up the two dots. "Until you do this. The Bifrost was the codename for the Project, because of the multi-colored effect."
He turned to the crate, and he approached it, pulling the lock away, and opening it to reveal an array of weapons, microfusion cells, food and medical supplies.
"I wonder how I'm going to get back home."
Kvan watched the Marine fiddling with the napkin while talking. From his perspective, it was like the Aschen had managed to simply fold space up in half and get nothing out of it. Pilot that he was, Kvan wouldn't let it be known that he didn't understand what was being told to him.
"So, it'd be like me just catching a trade wind. Faster travel, not as much effort, yeah? Seems to make sense, granted the name is a bit of a misnomer. Doesn't matter much anyways." He smiled and looked into the crate as it was opened, rising into the air a bit.
"Well, you're on Terra, unless I'm very much mistaken. So if needs be, I could fly you over to Wing City and see if you could hop a skyboat outta here. Price would need to be negotiated, of course..." He smirked and then rose to the balcony of the second floor, sitting lightly on the banister.
"So, it'd be like me just catching a trade wind. Faster travel, not as much effort, yeah? Seems to make sense, granted the name is a bit of a misnomer. Doesn't matter much anyways." He smiled and looked into the crate as it was opened, rising into the air a bit.
"Well, you're on Terra, unless I'm very much mistaken. So if needs be, I could fly you over to Wing City and see if you could hop a skyboat outta here. Price would need to be negotiated, of course..." He smirked and then rose to the balcony of the second floor, sitting lightly on the banister.
"Oh, this isn't Terra, dear Kvan. No,no,no. Well...it is...but it isn't. Hmm...How can I explain this...Uh..." He'd snapped out of his self induced mini-coma, just to have the privilege of showing off. "We are in a city, a nation-state really, called Proxxi. Its an odd little nook of the multiverse, where all other material planes seem to connect at one point or another. Its a little arcaney, a little sciencey, a lot complicated, so I'll try and be slow, no?"
Swiveling in his chair, the purple haired pretty-boy begin to doddle on the table, using his surprisingly strong fingernails. "So see, this is kind of a point of origin...Proxxi sits here, and from Proxxi, everything else is, and yet is not. I did a lot of extraplanar traveling these past few weeks, but everywhere led back to here, Pirate and Solider. So yes, we're on Terra...But at the same time, we are not. Get it?"
Swiveling in his chair, the purple haired pretty-boy begin to doddle on the table, using his surprisingly strong fingernails. "So see, this is kind of a point of origin...Proxxi sits here, and from Proxxi, everything else is, and yet is not. I did a lot of extraplanar traveling these past few weeks, but everywhere led back to here, Pirate and Solider. So yes, we're on Terra...But at the same time, we are not. Get it?"