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Post by VALLIS on Jan 21, 2016 16:11:24 GMT -5
[attr="class","sv1"] [attr="class","sv2"]  [attr="class","sv4"] [attr="class","sv3"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
If great power came with great responsibility his abilities probably weren't all too great. He'd been in the bar for less then ten minutes and had already nabbed some chumps wallet. His plan? To get black out drunk and somehow wander back to the office by three in the morning where he'd sleep off the shitiest hangover and do it all again tomorrow. Not to say he was opposed to any changes in the plan, but it was fine as it was all things considered and if the universe had a problem with it God could strike him down, Oh wait.
It was a little after midnight and the bar was filled with all types of people from all walks of life. He didn't see anyone he recognized then again he wasn't really searching for in the first place. He'd wink at the bartender handing the woman some credit cart from the victims wallet. "Open a tab baby girl, 'preciate it." While the woman was wise to this regulars ways all she could do was sigh taking the card to the back. He'd call to the woman over the music. Halfway looking over the patron sitting beside him. "Start me off with a shot of fireball, and get my new neighbor a double." He'd smile at the bystander, "It's on me, cheers to a evening spent absolutely fucking wasted, aite."
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Post by FAWCETT on Jan 21, 2016 16:54:13 GMT -5
I'm pretty good at
Drinking beer Wondering West side, he didn't really expect anything interesting to happen. He went to different places tasted some food, looked at the jewelry, even talked with some people who bothered to talk to him. Today was rather dull. His graceful demeanor was something he took pride in. But he looked up and saw the sun was setting. He could have stopped at a bar and maybe make some friends, but you know he wasn't feeling up for it. Shit, who was he was kidding? Walking through the crowd of people, new faces, new people, different voices, different clothing. Everybody was so different, all going to different places. Sondering. It was such an interesting thing. He wandered around till he found the karaoke bar, wandering in he was wearing a rather bland casual wear as he sat down and ordered a shot. His face looked around the bar as he crossed his legs as he looked around at the little place. He sighed as he was given his drinking taking a shot of beer as that woke him tf up. He gave himself a small laugh as he ordered another one. VALLIS |
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Post by CYTIS on Jan 24, 2016 19:48:09 GMT -5
Normally the west end doesn't hold much appeal to Cytis because Darkie rules this area and well light and dark are just two sides of the same coin, but opposite sides nonetheless. He keeps away on principle most of the time, in all honesty. But sometimes he wants a break from being the people's great and merciful and pious and honorable district god and the west end with all its shadows and holes in the wall joints is the perfect place to relax. Cytis wouldn't go so far as to say it snuffs out how much he positively shines in general but... he dims just a bit. So waltzing into a rundown karaoke bar, maybe he doesn't turn as many heads as he's used to. As he'd like, even. No biggie, he doesn't want them to turn so really the universe is just acting in his favor once more. Settling at the bar, Cytis scrutinizes his choices as the guy next to him orders, and... oh. Well well well, two familiar faces what do you know!
"Fawn, are you taking lesson from Vallis now?" he asks, exaggerated shock painting his expression. "I was so sure the free drink was for me, but then you just steal it from right under my nose, this is not the treatment I expect." Shaking his head, he ignores the fact that the god of thievery hadn't actually been looking at Cytis when he'd ordered the drink. But damn, if anyone deserves a free drink it's definitely him! [ooc; omg so like if you want me to back tf out please tell me ahaha but hey. also i just kinda assume most gods know each other so?? tell me if i got that wrong too orz] |
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Post by VALLIS on Jan 25, 2016 12:17:12 GMT -5
[attr="class","sv1"] [attr="class","sv2"]  [attr="class","sv4"] [attr="class","sv3"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night. One shot in and he already had an annoyance. Vallis would turn in his chair downing a second shot. "O' great god a' light I beseech thee, shut the fuck up and drink." He'd turn and nod Fawcett he'd met the kid acouple of times prior but he didn't really know all too much about the god. Most kept to themselves these days, unless you were of course the fuckboi who'd taken the liberty of sitting beside him now. While the tavern was run down more people began to flood in some hopefuls buried in the small cliques and crowds, however they weren't his prerogative right now, no he had someone a little more entertaining to poke at now, and there was also the matter of the God of Magic as well he'd get a decent feel for the kid this evening if nothing else. "Another three beautiful, doubles the lot of 'em on me." He'd call to the bartender who'd sigh looking at three wondering exactly how much trouble this trio would cause. While the drinks were prepared he'd speak up. "So what brings you both 'round my side of town I know the 'big' guy probably isn't too pleased to have your happy ass wandering around his territory in particular." He of course was speaking of the God of Darkness in reference to his opposite element, if you could even cal him that. "Word of advice kiddo, you probably shouldn't hang around this one, 'less that is you're tryna score with one of his followers." Something Vallis knew from experience. (I HOPE I DIDN'T ASSSUME TOO MUCH HERE.) FAWCETT CYTIS made by bonnibel [newclass=".sv1"]padding: 25px; width: 325px; border: 1px solid #eee; background-color: #ffffff; color: #949494; font-size: 11px; font-family: calibri; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;[/newclass]
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Post by FAWCETT on Jan 25, 2016 19:43:31 GMT -5
I'm pretty good at
Drinking beer Fawn heard a familiar voice erupting from a seat as his eyes turned to glance at, well, Cytis. He gave an internal sigh, as vainglory as even Fawn was, he wasn't that overly conceited. " Ha, well then, I will have to drink your shots even more now then," he spoke in a joking manner as he drank again, this time, another voice had come to talk to him. " Oh?" he turned his head to face Vallis ordering him a few drinks. He couldn't help but laugh, " Thank you handsome," he spoke in a flattering tone as he drink them with content. " Ohohoh? Thank you for the advice deary but I can assure you that won't be necessary, I'm never truly out of my element." As the god of magic, why would he? Nobody's magical prowess could equal one such as Fawn. He kept drinking more and more shots, and on his 7th now. He took another shot as he felt the kick of that one. "Ha! Woah that one went down good," he said feeling a elated as well as inebriated. " HAaa, maybe I was just feeling lonely." he said chuckling. " Now you listen here, I ain't no hooker" hee spoke, He was tryna score with the big man himself, haha, but he wouldn't tell anybody that, for....Obvious reasons He could feel the alcohol finally setting in but he knew how to hold his liquor. VALLIS CYTIS |
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Post by CYTIS on Jan 25, 2016 20:49:52 GMT -5
It's always a gamble when he actually goes out with the intent of purchasing something in another district. East End is Paradise where just his name is enough to get Cytis virtually any material gain he could wish for. Anywhere else he actually needs money, and while he'd charmed some of his followers into giving him cash, it's not as if he's the God of Predictions. He actually has to be careful with spending. Though, of course, not now. Vallis takes the bill and Cytis cannot be happier. "Oh you know, sometimes you just need a night of chill and being lowkey, and I can't think of anywhere more low than this end of the city." Translation: Cytis was bored and West End seemed promising. With a diss thrown in there because honestly this place is as drab as a damp rag smudged by grease. Booze takes the edge off the bar though. Downing his shots as they arrive gratefully, Cytis lets it relax his senses and take his mind off how... dark it all is. Which he should have expected but alas. Fawn is saying something, and a glance at the empty shot glasses in front of him one body over tells Cytis that the God of Magic is on his way to God of Plastered. But he's got like one real important question. Cytis jabs a finger at Vallis's arm. "So spill, how many wallets you got tonight?" He needs to know how long the booze lasts. [ |
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Post by VALLIS on Jan 26, 2016 15:07:36 GMT -5
[attr="class","sv1"] [attr="class","sv2"] [attr="class","sv4"] [attr="class","sv3"]O how he loves you, darling boy. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night. It was clear which of the three would fall out first, the God of Magic while keeping himself straight was beginning to lose his edge. He'd simply smile as the man spoke content with downing another shot of his own the burning sensation in the back of his throat is doing more than enough for him in terms of conversation. The magically inclined man speaks a word or two about loneliness bringing a certain face to mind. Someone he'd probably end up seeing through the course of the night, and while thoughts consuming that...'entity' stung more than the alcohol could ever possibly hope to, he'd use the drinks to ease into thoughts and plans concerning the rest of the night, After all he has company, best to live in the moment. A second later he feels the oh so prestigious god of light asks about the tab, something he decides not to let go. "Ah man and here I thought you had some sense of shame." A tipsy smirk plastered across his face now, "Depends. how much you got in your savings buddy? A lie, but it'd be enough to at least force the arrogant God to check himself. In truth he didn't know how much his unlucky victim kept on him, but even if he didn't the god had already pilfered another 3 debit cards and so they'd be fine for a good minute. "Oh well, best not to worry 'bout it. I'm sure the beauty behind the counter'll cut us off sooner than later, specially considering our friend is 'round 8 shots deep. By the way If you end up losin' your shit, bathrooms past the karaoke floor." A quick change of topic if only to keep the flow steady " Anyways, How are things runnin' in your sectors, everything still in tact or you fuck it up already?." The question is aimed at both of them if nothing else but to pass the time. It does beg the question however 'where did the God of Magic reside anyways'?
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Post by VALLIS on Jan 26, 2016 15:38:31 GMT -5
[attr="class","sv1"] [attr="class","sv2"] [attr="class","sv4"] [attr="class","sv3"]O how he loves you, darling girl. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night. It was clear which of the three would fall out first, the God of Magic while keeping himself straight was beginning to lose his edge. He'd simply smile as the man spoke content with downing another shot of his own the burning sensation in the back of his throat is doing more than enough for him in terms of conversation. The magically inclined man speaks a word or two about loneliness bringing a certain face to mind. Someone he'd probably end up seeing through the course of the night, and while thoughts consuming that...'entity' stung more than the alcohol could ever possibly hope to, he'd use the drinks to ease into thoughts and plans concerning the rest of the night, After all he has company, best to live in the moment. A second later he feels the oh so prestigious god of light asks about the tab, something he decides not to let go. "Ah man and here I thought you had some sense of shame." A tipsy smirk plastered across his face now, "Depends. how much you got in your savings buddy? A lie, but it'd be enough to at least force the arrogant God to check himself. In truth he didn't know how much his unlucky victim kept on him, but even if he didn't the god had already pilfered another 3 debit cards and so they'd be fine for a good minute. "Oh well, best not to worry 'bout it. I'm sure the beauty behind the counter'll cut us off sooner than later, specially considering our friend is 'round 8 shots deep. By the way If you end up losin' your shit, bathrooms past the karaoke floor." A quick change of topic if only to keep the flow steady " Anyways, How are things runnin' in your sectors, everything still in tact or you fuck it up already?." The question is aimed at both of them if nothing else but to pass the time. It does beg the question however 'where did the God of Magic reside anyways'?
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