Charas Pub

[The Great Goddess Atma]

*A woman, no taller than 5 feet, enters the village with her gold hair shimmering against any lights nearby. Her red shirt and skirt are covered in dirt form head to toe and exposed her thin belly, and she carried a spear aith a 5 pointed claw on each end on her back. Her Japanese geta sandles clopped agianst the stones and dirt, leaving a deep imprint any place they stepped upon. Her left eye was bluer than any sapphire and her right eye was redder than any ruby, and right under her ruby eye as a clean cut battle scar, inflicted by a sword ages hence. Her once white gloves were tattered and grayed form work and battle. Angel's wings sprouted form her back and were folded up nicely by her sides, ocassionally moving an inch or two to stretch and breathe. Her face showed fatigue, and she was barely at a good walking speed when entering.*

*Her name is Goddess Atma Joketsu, wanderer and eternal savior of all things creted, as appointed by the three holy women who created the universe*

ATMA: OY! What a battle! *Sits down at bar* Can I get some wine here?

[Red Giant]

Wine? Poshe. Think your so good 'cos you got wings and long descriptions and stuff.

[The Great Goddess Atma]

OOC: I'm just so used to long, hard RP battles and games I just post big descriptions out of force of habit.

ATMA: Well, I drank a lot of wine in my home village. It was cleaner than a lot of the things there. We were a poor shrine keeper's town. So I'm just so used to dirnking wine that's usually all I'm seen drinking. Maybe I'll have some sweet rum instead.

[Cyber Ninja]

i can get u a colt 45

[Drace]

Drace: Hahahahaha, a colt 45, i can get you a shotgun

[WarxePB]

*Xios walks in*

Xios: Listen up, mortals! I am your god! Worship me!
*silence*
Xios: Okay, Warxe. You owe me 5 bucks!
Warxe: But I don't have 5 bucks...
Xios: Then why did you bet me 5 bucks?
Warxe: Because I needed 5 bucks...
*Xios draws sword*
I'm giving you 1 minute to run. 60...59...1!
*Warxe runs off. Xios goes up to the bar.*
Xios: I'll have a Bud or something.
Razor: Okay.
*Xios turns to Atma*
Xios: Hey, beautiful.
Atma: *shrieks*
Xios: Oh... Well... uh... *goes into the back room*

[Drace]

Drace: Should we tell him.
Razor: Nope!
*2 guys from Phoenix comes walking in*
Guy1: Boss we need your help.
Drace: Use the manual I'm on a break.
Guy2: You've been here for 5 weeks.
Drace: Well I'm the boss and when I say join in the party and let the computers run the business you do so, OK.
Guy1&2: No problem.
Drace: Free beer for all.

[Osmose]

*Moose takes the cut off antlers and stabs warxe* DIE!

*Moose gets drunk and stumbles around, not himself*

*Turns to atma* One tule - kill while they aren't killing you. *slaps atma and runs away*

[Darkfox]

*A bottle of whine is suddenly slashed in haf on a bar table, at that moment Shin walks in, hiseyes a milky white*

Shin: ... *the table the bottle sat on suddenly falls apart into slices as well* ... *sombody stares, Shin looks over at him and the man runs but is hit on the head by a light that mysterously falls from the wall, Shin sits down at a chair by the destroyed table*

[Red Giant]

Random voice in crowd: Hey shin! You smell like socks!

[Darkfox]

Shin: No worries... you shall be the first on my list of whom's soul will be of my taking...

[WarxePB]

*Xios comes back out*

Xios: A Shin? In the pub?
Shin: Yes...
Xios: ANIMATION! *Red appears in front of Xios*
Red: Huh?
Xios: Well... you'll have to do. Go forth and kill him, my mindless undead minion!
Red: Huh?
Xios: Screw it... Warxe, come over here.
*Warxe gets up*
Moose: But I just killed him...
Warxe: No one can kill me!
Xios: Warxe, go and kill him.
Warxe: Okay.
*approaches Shin*
Shin: What do you want...
Warxe: DIE! *punches Shin*
Shin: What was that? *Warxe flies toward the wall*

[Darkfox]

Shin: ...hmmm... why did I come here again?

[Red Giant]

3000 bottles of beer on the wall, 3000 bottles of beer! You take one down and pass it around, 2999 bottles of beer on the wall! 2999...

[Drace]

Red: 2999 bottles of beer on the wall, 2999 bottles of beer! You take one down and pass it around, 2998 bottles of beer on the wall! 2998...
Drace: What about getting rid off the drunk ones so the others can get some more beer.
Razor: Why?
Drace: Drunks don't buy beer, others do, buying beer equals money.
Razor: What?
Drace: Money means more beer.
*Razor throws all drunks out including Red and Osmose*
Razor: Ok, Custumors get here!