The Pub (an open RP/ Character Workshop for any and all.)

[Hussmann54]

Snips on the rocks.

"Sure thing" Nic said, pulled down a glass and taking out a bottle. "Where abouts you from?" He said pouring the glass and sliding it over to him.

KAPOW! *snip sounds*

"Well it is a pretty cool city." Ana replied. "This looks to be around the twenty first century. Whoever these people are, they appear to be interested in the public libraries." She took a closer look. "There appear to be numbers on the edges." She read them aloud. "544.48, 307.3, 299. 04" Any ideas what these are?"

 

[DotSlash]

Snip hard... Snip mustang. -insert techno here-

The scientist leaned over and blinked blankly as she looked at the numbers.

[color=666666] "The first thing that comes to mind is these being coordinates to somewhere... either the city itself or to something within it..." [/color] She inferred as she looked the numbers over. She began tilting her head in one direction and the other, constantly trying to look the numbers over in different ways. [color=666666] "For all we know, this could just be code or a cryptogram. The question that would lead from there is what is there that they're so obsessed with to want to keep it hidden in this room..." [/color]

Vanessa's mind slowly began to go off into another world, half-daydreaming about Indiana Jones like adventures, outrunning ancient traps and zombie soldiers in Oriental armor. The other half of her was trying to think of what London could look like. If the owners of a multi-dimensional Pub were interested in it.. or at least the books within it, there's got to be something interesting there... right?

 

[FalloutJack]

"Umm. No. Not exactly. I know of her but I don't know her personally but she's something of a Legend where I come from."

"What is your head made of!? Blamco, that hurt...who are you? How do you know me? Why am I a legend? What - what the heck is going on?"

There appeared to be a strange and inordinate confusion going on that the old-timer demon-hunter didn't get. Well, one thing was for sure: That headbutt was gonna leave a mark. He picked up one particular novel - which the Rabbit girl described as being dubious in its facts-content, except that the girl on the cover was HERE - and looked it over. This particular issue showed the cover-art of Lucy and the Red Menace being overshadowed by a tall and black-armored figure with red eyes. The teaser title? 'WHO is Number One?' He flipped through it a bit as the girls got their stuff straightened out. He looked up from the comic when Lucy mentioned 'Enclave' in an accusing manner.

Sherman: What's an Enclave? Is that it?

He was showing the front cover to the novel he was looking at.

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Meanwhile...in Dimension 82-Z...

The city was under attack! A giant horrible monster the size of the Chrysler Building had just knocked over the Chrysler Building and was using the pointy end as a hat! The people panicked among the streets, looking for an escape and the army was trying to subdue it, but they would only delay its progression through town! There was little to no hope - No hope at all! - unless they enlisted the services of...

Spoiler: Ace!

NAME: Arnold "Ace" Rimmer

AGE: Smeg only knows

RACE: Human

GENDER: Male

CLASS: Charismatic Hero

APPEARANCE: Ace [http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/168/c/2/c25726fe940a99837d8e2d798dea1038-d53rusa.jpg] is a strong caucasian fellow who tends to often dress as a fighter pilot or suave secret agent or something else heroic. Generally known to have an excellent tailor in one particular dimension, he hasn't looked particularly disastrous in his looks since childhood. Generally, he's one of those people you see and - just for a moment - you go 'Whoa'. He speaks in a macho-suave english accent.

PERSONALITY: Because he is an alternate state of the more weasily Arnold Rimmer, he tends to be a nice guy, very selfless in his actions, with an almost senseless devotion to heroism. He tends to be one of those 'really big picture' guys who doesn't make things terribly worse, but rather finds himself wanting - needing - to do greater things to make the galaxies he's been to a better place. The weird part about it is that he's humble about it.

EQUIPMENT: Tends to have alot of things in his url=http://www.reddwarf.co.uk/database/ships/images/Wildfire1.jpg]dimension-jumping fighter ship[/url], including weapons, but storage compartment space is limited, so he tends to travel light on personal positions. Clothing, obviously. Cool sunglasses, even. Tools, computer equipment, etc. The most valuable thing IS the fighter, which is AI-driven by a sexy-sounding computer.

POWERS: Well, the weird part is that while he's an expert in hand-to-hand combat, gunplay, piloting, astro-navigation, repair-work, and easily a dozen other important skills needed at the experimental branch of the Earth Space Corp as well as being a charismatic stallion to boot...he's completely human. Yeah, he's strong and quick and damn-well impressive, but he art mortal. The only real power that he has is to be otherwise incredible.

BASIC BIO: It's cold outside, there's no kind of atmosphere...

So, the theory goes that for every decision made in life, you go one way and a parallel version of you goes another so that all choices ever made in the whole of multiversal creation get played out. In the case of Ace Rimmer, he had had bad scores on his tests as a child, and unlike the Arnold Rimmer of the Red Dwarf mining ship, he was held back a year and consequently suffered the embarassment of being an entire foot taller than anybody in his class from then on. The whole thing changed him and made him fight back against anybody that jeered him, and he's been fighting to prove himself ever since.

Because of this, the more-macho and outgoing Arnold - Ace, to his friends - graduated into the Space Corp at a much higher level and became an experimental pilot, to fly ships that are untested and possibly dangerous. Being the now-confident sort of heroic character that he is now, he jumped at the chance in order to make space flight in vessels like these safer for the rest of the Corp. That and a number of deeds have made him famous, badly in demand, and hella-appreciated. On one particular occasion, the boys in the engineering section developed a new form of ship that could jump dimensions...

Well, come on! Chance of a lifetime! He could meet other versions of himself, see new forms of existence! Couldn't be better! Ace took flight on the machine and met the crew of the Red Dwarf...where he was thoroughly underwhelmed by the resident Rimmer. Well, he kept flying after a while, and became an interdimensional action hero, doing good for all the beings who ever existed! What a guy!

The ship flew towards the monster, guns blazing and missles firing! The creature roared as damages were dealt!

Ace: That'll teach ya to desicrate one of this city's memorable landmarks!

The monster spat out a ray beam and sent the fighter crashing down a street!

AI: Ace, we're headed right for that building at the end of the road.

Ace: A friendly community pub? I don't think so!

He managed to force the controls to turn his vessel right into an empty office building on the third floor instead. Luckly, the ship was made of sterner stuff than what it crashed headlong into. Only now, it was stuck in there and the computer said the monster was actually heading this way.

Ace: Got no choice. I'll have to evacuate the pub and think of something to handle that beast on my own. Smoke me a kipper, computer! I'll be back for breakfast!

He pulled the emergency eject lever and his seat rocketed him out of the cockpit and...into the ceiling, knocking him to the floor in a daze.

Ace: Blimey, sometimes I think even I overdo it.

He shook his head and made for the pub...

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A moment later, the pub staff and everyone else would find a dark-haired man in an impressive flight suit rush in and head for the bar counter to speak to him on an urgent matter of...well...urgency!

Ace: Evening, squire. I'm Captain Arnold Rimmer, Ace to my friends. There's a giant-sized monstrosity heading this way and we've got to get these people out in a hurry! Come on!

He had no way of knowing that time just effectively stopped for the dimension he was in.

 

[Knife-28]

The man caught the glass as it slid along the table and bought it to his mouth, downing nearly half of it in one gulp. He set the glass back onto the bar and was about to reply when Ace burst in. "Well smeg me blind, I didn't think I'd see you again Ace!" The man said, "Certainly not at all in this old place."

 

[Generic NPC 22]

POW!!

BAM!!

Evening, squire. I'm Captain Arnold Rimmer, Ace to my friends. There's a giant-sized monstrosity heading this way and we've got to get these people out in a hurry! Come on! Said a rather dapper gentleman in a rather dapper pilot's outfit as he enter, in a rather dapper fashion, into the Public House waving his arms in a rather dapper fashion. He apparently wasn't aware of where he was or the fact that he and the patrons of the establishment weren't in any real danger. Still, the talk of monstrous monstrosities brought the mental image of a Behemoth to the Bunker Buster Bunny's mind and a resulting shudder.

"Um, Mister Rimmer, I don't think we're in any real danger since you're in a confluence of all spacial and temporal dimensions." Mercy said, hoping that she was right. For all she knew, all the Captain needed to do was leave the door open on his end to allow the giantor through into the Pub.

Keeping her eyes fixed on the door for a few minutes, the Youngest of the Rabbit sisters felt safe enough to return her attention to her new associates, Lucy and Sherman.

Lucy appeared to be looking through more of the "Adventures of the Red Red Menace and One Eyed Gauss Girl" graphic novels and was apparently reliving the memory of her and the Red Menace's first meeting.

"What's an Enclave? Is that it?" Sherman asked, showing Lucy and Mercy the cover of one of the Graphic Novels.

"Well the Enclave is a group of soldiers that were determined to restore America to its former glory. They were lead by Number One, that was until Fallout Jack *SPOILER ALERT!!!* *SPOILER ALERT!!!* *SPOILER ALERT!!!* *SPOILER ALERT!!!* *SPOILER ALERT!!!**SPOILER ALERT!!!* *SPOILER ALERT!!!* *SPOILER ALERT!!!* *SPOILER ALERT!!!* *SPOILER ALERT!!!* *SPOILER ALERT!!!* *SPOILER ALERT!!!* *SPOILER ALERT!!!* *SPOILER ALERT!!!* *SPOILER ALERT!!!* *SPOILER ALERT!!!* *SPOILER ALERT!!!* *SPOILER ALERT!!!* *SPOILER ALERT!!!* *SPOILER ALERT!!!* *SPOILER ALERT!!!* *SPOILER ALERT!!!* *SPOILER ALERT!!!*." Mercy stated, unaware that despite what her lips were saying, the only thing that came out of her mouth were the words *SPOILER ALERT!!!*

"Together they *SPOILER ALERT!!!**SPOILER ALERT!!!**SPOILER ALERT!!!**SPOILER ALERT!!!* - um - what in the hell is going on?!?!?" The Reading Rabbit asked as she finally realized that she wasn't able to talk about the history of her dimension.

"*sigh* I guess you'll have to read about it." Mercy said as she compared Johnny Truants drawing of Lucy and with the real deal. It seemed like all comic book artists in existence, Daddy Johnny Shakes, as The Red Menace called him, enjoyed a bit of exaggeration of certain anatomical parts. Even his so called adopted daughter was wearing a skirt that didn't quite cover the bottom of her bottom.

Seeing that The One Eyed Gauss Girl was thinking the same thing, Mercy thought to interject.

"Mister Truant's drawings don't do you any justice." The young woman stated before hiding her reddening face behind her hands whilst looking for something else to divert attention from her.

"Ummmm - Hey Mister Pilot. What were you running from anyways?!" Mercy asked Ace.

 

[TheDoctor455]

Spoiler: Vera Rabbit

Name: Vera (originally an ED-E clone)

Species: Duraframe Eyebot

Gender: N/A, though, because of the name, most assume its meant to be seen as female.

Age: 15 (counting from when the current personality OS was programmed into it)

Appearance: She's an eyebot. Not a whole lot sticks out about her. Except, perhaps, for the white and dark red striped paintjob, and the green ribbon in 'her' upper antenna.

Items: Laser pistol-caliber front cannon, miniaturized arc-welder, multitool that allows for repairing and building equipment and other objects (so long as the materials are provided), a slightly upgraded hover unit that allows 'her' to fly a little faster and much quieter than most eyebots. She also has a primitive holographic emitter that allows her to project still images.

Perks:
Miss Fixit: Some of the original ED-E programming persists, and so Vera shows a 'natural' aptitude for Repair and Science.

Cult of Personality: For some reason, around her 10th 'birthday', Vera got a bit of a following. Mostly children and their parents, and though the group housed her and kept her company for three years... well, others were jealous. People traveling with her tend to take a liking to her (one way or another), especially those with a more scientific or at least educated bent. And those who aren't traveling tend to get jealous of those that are.

Terrifying Presence: Maybe the person she was based on was a psychopath in life, maybe Vera retains some of ED-E's memories from The Divide and has learned to channel them to her advantage. Maybe its just that, in the right light, from the right angle, her red stripes look like blood. Whatever the case, Vera can scare the piss out of people when pushed too far.

Personality: Despite her obvious difficulties in communicating with meatbags, Vera seems to be even more friendly than her predecessor. She's not always as loyal as he is though. She'll rarely outright betray someone, but she doesn't feel a need to follow someone around like a dog. Rather, she'll hang around with you as long as you seem to be pleasant enough company. She also has a quirky sense of humor, as well as her own set of recordings, sound files, and music clips to help her convey what she's feeling. (the music is mostly country/western lyrics)

History: Vera has no recollection of how she ended up in Wyoming, as most of her memories as ED-E were deleted when her last real 'owner' reprogrammed her 15 years ago. Her former owner, Blake, had been, presumably very lonely and had apparently decided to reprogram the damaged eyebot he'd found in a junkyard with a personality based on his dead daughter, who he never named in front of Vera.

After four years of trial and error, Blake succeeded in replicating his daughter's personality, though he never found out. A deserting Legionarie killed Blake and took over his home before he had the chance to be sure he'd finally gotten it right. How does Vera know he got it right? He'd written a series of journals that he'd read out loud to her during various stages of her reprogramming.

As far as 'she' can tell, their personalities are pretty damn close. Not that anyone is in a position to challenge this notion. Some time later, Vera ran into a large family whose children immediately took a liking to her. For her part, Vera enjoyed playing hide and seek with the kids and building weapons for the father and grandfather of the family. What Vera didn't know, and still doesn't, is that the 'family' she was with was the remnant of the Van Graffs that had fled NCR territory and New Vegas, and they were having her build and repair energy weapons for them to sell and use against their enemies.

Which might've been fine, Vera certainly didn't have much reason to object, she was treated very well after all... until what was possibly the last squad of the Brotherhood of Steel showed up and killed the family off while Vera was in a nearby junkyard searching for parts. Vera returned to the house just as the Paladins were leaving. Angered for the first time in her memory banks, Vera fired on the BoS remnants and killed one of them, scaring the other two away as she played logs of her favorite times with the Van Graff children. Since then, Vera has been wandering on her own.

Notes: By the time Wild Horses pretty much died... Vera had bunny ears added to her appearance, could fire arcs of electricity and had an advanced, homemade plasma pistol installed in her. Oh, she could also summon an army of dogs to do her bidding. And... she could project a holographic image of... basically herself in human form... she looked a bit like Elizabeth from Bioshock Infinite... but in a red dress.

Spoiler: Johnny Truant

NAME: Johnny Truant (possibly, it sounds good enough to him, so he goes with it)

AGE: 27 (ish... he's not really sure himself... but then, if you'd been through half of what he has... you wouldn't be sure of this much either)

GENDER: male (same shape... right bits in the right places... maybe? well, he looks and seems sort of 'male-esque', so let's just go with it, shall we?)

RACE: Caucasian (I guess)

APPEARANCE: Short spiky red hair (just short of a buzz cut, really), slightly darker red goatee and five o'clock shadow (which stays firmly in place despite his numerous attempts to get rid of it... it isn't any happier about the situation than he is), he's of roughly average height (5'10" give or take a foot or... three), very gaunt and pale face, almost as though something came along and permanently drained the blood out of his face (very well could have happened, though what could've done that... I have no fucking clue), he has a long series of burn scars all over the inner side of his arms (he has a million stories for how he got them... which one you choose to believe is up to you, but keep in mind, the point of his stories is never to explain what really happened, only to help you look away... or help himself look away), he's very slender (well... always appears to be on the verge of dying from a combination of drug addiction and starvation would be more accurate) and yet... one can easily get the sense that this is not someone you'd want to fuck with. Not exactly sure if its the aforementioned grotesque scars, or the tattoos that trail along the remaining flesh on his arms, chest, and back, or if its the odd occasional twitch his eyes or fingers give at times... or if its his... odd dress sense... he wears no armor (no matter how stupidly hostile the world gets), and only goes around in a white undershirt and a dirty set of pre-war jeans that have been torn up and shredded to the point of being almost unrecognizable. Sometimes, when he can find one, he'll wear a pre-war suit jacket... and only the suit jacket... he'll leave the rest of the suit to rot. Could also be the wrinkles on his face and the hollowed-out, darkened patches of skin around his eyes that mark him both as someone who is clearly haunted... and one who tries to chase his demons away with drugs... lots and lots of drugs.

PERSONALITY: I still get these nightmares. I get them a lot. I've tried just about every chem imaginable to chase them away. Nothing's helped. Safe to say there isn't a lab, pre-war or no, that's advanced enough to come up with the kind of shit I need. A Nobel Prize to the one that invents that puppy. Sleep's been stalking me for a long time. Inevitable, I guess. Sadly, I'm not looking forward to the prospect. I say 'sadly' because I used to enjoy sleeping. Ah, those were the days. I slept all the time. If you want some idea of what's been 'haunting me', then... this little note I found among an old man's endless reams and reams of notes will tell you all you need to know: 'Jan. 5 1997. Whoever finds and publishes this work shall be entitled to all proceeds. I ask only that my name take its rightful place. Perhaps you will even prosper. If, however, you find that readers are less than sympathetic and choose to dismiss this enterprise out of hand, then may I suggest you drink plenty of alcohol, and dance in the sheets of your wedding night, for whether you know it or not, now you are truly prosperous. They say truth stands the test of time. I can think of no greater comfort than knowing this document failed such a test." Yeah... apparently not even a nuclear war could completely obliterate old man Z's greatest practical joke... and I was stupid enough to take the bait... and carry it around with me. Good god... I should've had some fucking clue what I was getting into when I started editing and compiling this damn thing. When I first saw it... I could've sworn it was capable of anything, murdering me and my friend Lewd, murdering the old man's ghoul (which it might have), even murdering you. But, after all, it was only a jumbled pile of notes, right? So I took it with me. Ugh...

WEAPONS: Fists with some martial-arts training I got from a cult in Indiana, (some boxing learned... elsewhere) and a lever-action rifle. I don't really know why I picked it up or where I got it from. Probably some ruins I found somewhere. Its in pretty good condition as far as I can tell, looks well-maintained anyway. It hasn't jammed yet, that's for certain. Maybe I took it off a redneck Enclave supporter back in D.C., though what I was doing in D.C. in the first place... I couldn't really say. I dunno. That's it though.

ITEMS: A bag full of my and old man Z's notes. Been working on that one for a while. Who knows, might add this little adventure to it. Maybe not. Aside from some extra ammo and a complete fucking lack of explosives (always wanted to use some... seems like they'd be an instant fight-winner in the right hands... or... maybe even a way to stop a fight from breaking out) Got plenty of extra paper and ink though. Also... still have a... lavish supply of chems, buffout, jet, turbo, rebound, hydra, and even some party-time mentats. Beyond that... a playing card signed 'Thumper'.

PERKS/TRAITS/SKILLS: Skills: I'm a great storyteller, or maybe people are just too willing to buy into my bullshit because it helps them turn away from the harsher reality. I dunno. Also... pretty good hand-to-hand fighter... okay with a gun, not great, but okay.

Traits: Merc with a Mouth Well, I'm not a merc, but I've got a mouth on me all right. I keep a running commentary through everything I do and everyone I talk to. Even when I probably shouldn't.

Malkavian Insight Well, I'm obviously not a vampire, but... I seem to be able to read into what everyone's thinking, maybe even see where they're headed. Or maybe I've just gotten too many rads or used too many drugs... or maybe I have my mother's crumbling biology to thank. Who knows, in any case... it seems like I can see into everyone else's head like they're an open book... or a forum post. Though... I'm not sure what the latter is. (this has no practical application, all this does is allow Johnny to comment on what everyone else is doing, even if he isn't actually there... he doesn't necessarily always act on the information he gets this way... largely because Johnny's too focused on his rambling quasi-relevant tangents to actually make use of any information he gains this way.

Perks: Old World Blues: Due to my obsession with old man Z's notes... which were written hundreds of years ago, and managed to survive a fucking nuclear war... pretty safe to say that I'm obsessed with all kinds of old pre-war junk. So... I'm good with older guns... but utter crap with new ones, and can't get my head around energy weapons at all. Also... I get a little more confident when I'm holding a pre-war book (any of them), and get a little more 'charismatic' as a result. And... I got the Blues! (couldn't resist)

Sudden-Onset of Lucidity: Doesn't happen a lot, but sometimes I get sober enough to manage this... its always a pain in the ass though. To get that point in the first place, sure... can't use any drugs or booze for at least three days... and its even more of a pain in the ass once I get there... for someone, usually me, but might affect someone else as well... I dunno. Anyway... during these rare moments, I can act on the information I somehow get from my Malkavian Insight.

TRANSPORTATION: Used to have a horse. Killed it getting here. Wherever 'here' is. Can't remember why I wanted to come here. Oh well.

Notes: Johnny also has an eldritch abomination living in his head. Occasionally it... steps in. It is known only by its 'function'... The Editor.

The room seemed to darken when the door opened this time. Or rather, the 'outside' seemed to grow much, much darker as the door opened, as if on its own, to allow a new straggler into The Pub.

"Okay... this isn't what I was expecting to find when I finally made it to Dunwich. Must've made a wrong turn somewhere but..." he stopped when he saw a familiar face in there.

"Lucy!" he exclaimed, genuine excitement entering his voice as he quickly paced over to where she was standing and gave her one of the biggest bear hugs he'd ever given anyone. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again! I..."

He saw the cover of the comic she was holding. Something in Johnny's head updated his memories a bit. It was a... very squicky process, judging from the odd twitching movements on his face. Recovering, he tried to explain the cover, "Yeah... about that... umm... that cover wasn't my idea. It was editorial mandate. I wanted something a bit more... tasteful... like you and Sylph talking... or playing cards or something..."

He trailed off as he stopped to actually read the graphic novel, and saw Sylph and Lucy glaring at each other.

"Huh... I don't... remember that happening... odd... was that something that happened before we met?"

He hugged Lucy again. "Well... I'm just glad to see that you're safe and sound after all. I was really worried there for a minute."

The door to the pub closed while Johnny ordered a bottle of whiskey to share with Lucy. When the door was fully closed, the 'outside' seemed to return to 'normal'.

Then, a certain little eyebot with floppy bunny ears crashed through a window, as he navigation module had broken down... AGAIN. Making a lot of hurried beeping noises, and bowing her 'head' as an apology, Vera then started to nod her 'head' towards the window and then to where the broken glass should have been... but as she shifted towards the floor in front of the window, the little red-and-white striped eyebot noticed that the window had already fixed itself and that no one had been hurt. She let out a few sheepish chirps before finally seeing her favorite person in the world.

Upon seeing her Mer-Mer, Vera immediately raced through the air to tackle-nuzzle her, letting out a gleeful SQUEEEEEEE! noise as she went. And then nuzzling Mercy for several moments before finally letting her up.

Johnny muttered something to himself about some 'player' being incredibly high on something for some reason.

 

[Hussmann54]

Spoiler: POSTED!!!

BOOM

SNIPPPERS

Ana looked over the maps. "Why don't we take a look at this upstairs in some light?" She rolled a few of the dusty pieces of parchment up and began to head back into the light. She smiled to see the pub full. While the collection of characters assembled was certainly a rogues galley, they seemed to be in good spirits.

 

[DotSlash]

snip

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Vanessa followed after Ana, the fedora girl's head still in the clouds for the most part. As she continued and made it back to the front, she looked over the group of people now gathered in the pub once more, including the two newest arrivals. Seeing the small floating drone with bunny ears nuzzling the other bunny and letting out squealing noises, she giggled softly to herself. [color=666666] Aw, how cute~! I suppose those two know each other... [/color]

Once Ana laid the maps out, the woman stepped behind her and looked them over as well, hand on her chin as she observed.

 

[NerfedFalcon]

Spoiler: Youmu Konpaku

My current avatar and long-time fallback for the position when I couldn't think of anyone, Youmu Konpaku is one of the few characters I feel I know well enough to write in the voice of, even including my own characters. (Oh yeah, and I may not be on when everyone else is due to Australia, so I probably won't answer conversations immediately.)

Race/Species: Human/phantom hybrid (the phantom is that white ball floating around her. It's complicated)

Sex: Female

Age: Unknown, but appears to be in her late teens

Profession: Bodyguard/manservant of a noble ghost, Yuyuko Saigyouji

Items/Equipment: Two swords, Roukan-ken and Hakurou-ken, a katana and a wakizashi (short sword) respectively. Hakurou is a family heirloom, capable of cutting through confusion (usually just results in discomfort when used on living targets). Roukan is a blade that only Youmu has ever used. There's a property about it that means it can't be used by normal humans, and also that it's capable of cutting through almost anything (according to Youmu, anyway.)

Skills: Youmu's greatest asset is her agility; she's able to move too quickly to see, but only in short bursts. Combined with her sword skills, though, it makes her a difficult opponent. She also knows a non-lethal magical art called 'danmaku', common in Gensokyo, and is capable of extreme concentration to aid her magic and agility. It's unknown whether she has any conscious control over her phantom half, but that and her swords are usually used as a focus for magic.

Personality: Straightforward and stubborn, Youmu is generally easy to predict, and often easy to manipulate as well. She's quick to anger, but also quick to calm down (most of the time.) She also follows the bushido code.

Bio: Not a whole lot is known about Youmu's past. She was taught by her grandfather Youki, but he left before her training was complete. Some time after that, she started working for Yuyuko, and built up an unshakeable loyalty to her mistress. She doesn't talk much about her past, but Roukan isn't known as a Konpaku family heirloom...

Cherry blossoms blew in through the doorway, as if on an unheard gust of wind. As Youmu stepped inside, she realised that she wasn't where she'd intended to be, and that the door didn't seem to go back to where she'd come from. Everyone sitting around the bar seemed to already be part of a group, and failing to recognise any of them, she decided to sit on her own and try to figure out what was going on.

She sat at a table as far away as possible from everyone else, and started looking around for a server that didn't seem present. With all the noise and the culture shock, she could do with a flask of sake or four.

Spoiler: Disappearing

I'll have her socialise a little more once I wake up. Don't expect much out of her until then.

 

[Rip Van Rabbit]

"Mister Truant's drawings don't do you any justice." The blatantly embarrassed and shy girl before her uttered.

Lucy was exceptionally flattered, despite the headbutting incident earlier, it was clear that this girl was some sort of admirer. Looking around, she couldn't locate a pen of some sort to sign the very first graphic novel. Instead, she opted to lean forward and kiss the cheek of Mercy Rabbit.

With a final gesture, Lucy pulled the eyepatch off her head, allowing her hair to fall over her still healing eye, concealing half of her face. Lucy grabbed Mercy's hand, turned it upwards and placed the eyepatch in her palm and closed her fingers around her unorthodox gift.

"If I can make one person happy, then at least my actions weren't for nothing." Lucy felt as if she leaving this place, since her surroundings had started to crumble, but she wasn't upset, she was content in this isolated moment.

"...If someone takes a bite out of you, you make sure as hell that they regret it..." She smiled, "It's a shame we live in different times, I would want you to fighting alongside me..." Lucy remarked sadly.

"Lucy!"

"Johnny!" She quickly got up, squeezed her friend happily in return and vanished in that instant. All that remained was the eyepatch in Mercy's hands...

Spoiler: OOC

I'm retiring Lucy for a bit while things get hectic around holiday season IRL. I may or may not introduce some character concepts I have floating around in my noggin at a later point.

 

[Hussmann54]

OHHH GAWD! THE SNIIPSSSS NOT THE SNIPSSS NOT THE SNIPS! OH GOD THEY ARE IN MY EYES!

Nicholaus walked over to the newcomer,Youmu.
"Good evening ma'am. What can I do for you?"
He gave a slight little bow.

GONE IN SIXTY SNIPPS

"Well it is funny that they would mark out a location and give coordinates as well. Maybe a little bit of overkill."
Ana ran a hand through her hair as she thought.
"Personally I would love to check it out myself.... Though this place needs somebody to run it..."
She looked at Nic.
"I am sure he could handle it himself for at least a little bit...." She tried to reason.

 

[NerfedFalcon]

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[NerfedFalcon]

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So many questions were running through Youmu's head, and she didn't know which one to ask first. Getting drunk could wait until she had a better understanding of the place, though. "Where am I?" she asked. "What is this place?" Looking around again, she fingered Roukan's hilt slightly - not intending to draw it, but simply searching for its familiar weight.

Spoiler: Usual posting times

I forgot this before, but I just came into school holidays, so I'll have a bit more spare time. However, I live in Australia, so GMT+10 9AM-10PM is when I'll most likely be able to post. For Americans, that means you'll probably catch me in your afternoon; Europeans in the morning.

 

[FalloutJack]

[OOC: Sorry for the wait, everybody. Got caught up by that devil, responsibility. On with the show!]

"Well smeg me blind, I didn't think I'd see you again Ace! Certainly not at all in this old place."

Ace seemed to brighten up at hearing the voice.

"Knife, old son! A sight for sore eyes if I ever saw one! That IS what they call you in this dimension, right? Met a few of you by now."

"Um, Mister Rimmer, I don't think we're in any real danger since you're in a confluence of all spacial and temporal dimensions."

He stopped in mid-handshake with Knife when he heard that.

Rimmer: You mean ta' say that this bar is a spatio-temporal nexus of connectivity, a focal point in all existence?

Hey, he always DID have a knack for the technical jargon. And by the looks of things, that improved his mood considerably.

Rimmer: If that's the case, and with the proper equipment, I can plan my next move down to the letter to save the city, prepare whatever it is I need to defeat the Great Kaiju-Beast of Aargh, and even work out an after-party to celebrate the safety of the city!

"Ummmm - Hey Mister Pilot. What were you running from anyways?!"

"Oh, I'd never run in the face o' danger, ma'am. It's just that with the monster headed this way, I thought I'd get the people out of the way first before I take it on again. But if this bar's in another dimension, then it won't ever harm it and I can rig up somethin' good in plenty of time."

All during this, Sherman was drinking wine and trying to ignore the cries of SPOILER ALERT that were overlapping speech. The pages themselves didn't appear to contain those words, so the force that prevented the girl from speaking of it seemed to have no power over HIM knowing. It's probably because he wasn't a part of their world. He looked up at the rest of the activity in the world, but said nothing until he heard another different girl speak up.

"Where am I?What is this place?"

Sherman: You're in a bar between worlds, girl. Jus' about anything can show up here. Which reminds me...

He put down the graphic novel and his now-empty wine glass, then stepped over towards Johnny Truant. Raising two fingers, he conjured streams of cold white lightning magic that formed into a straightjacket to attempt to hold him in place.

Sherman: Son, I sense great evil within your being. I cannot let it go unchecked. This bar is clean, and I wish it to remain so. Now, hold still whilst I conjure the most I can of the god of the Great White Void.

 

[NerfedFalcon]

"A bar between worlds..." So Youmu could get drunk there. And if anything else showed up like the people she'd seen, she'd probably need to be in order to forget and ensure Yuyuko never found out about it. Right on cue, the door opened again, and Yuyuko came inside. Sighing loudly, she waved her mistress over to the table. "Yuyuko-sama, what are you doing here?" she asked, not trying to hide her annoyance.

"Following you, of course, Youmu," Yuyuko replied, in an almost singsong tone. "But I didn't know we had a place like this in the Netherrealm..."

"We don't. Apparently this place exists between worlds."

"Well, why don't we stay a while? It seems a shame to leave now." She turned to Nic and ordered a bottle of sake for the two of them. "Now, Youmu, why don't you introduce me to your friend?" She pointed slightly at Sherman.

"I don't know his name, I've never seen him before, and," Youmu looked at Sherman and Truant, "he looks a little busy. It can wait." She fell back into her chair, hoping the sake would get there quickly.

Spoiler: Yuyuko Saigyouji

Once I came up with the line, I couldn't just leave it there. Besides, Yuyuko would probably have noticed where Youmu went just before mysteriously disappearing.

Race/Species: Ex-human ghost

Sex: Female

Age: Uncertain, but believed to have died about a thousand years ago

Profession: Was a princess in life and retains her nobility, if not her title, in death

Items/Equipment: None of any combat worthiness, but she carries a fan

Skills: Yuyuko has the ability to kill anything at all by magic, but ironically, the only person she's ever used it on is herself, fearing what she would do with it. Like Youmu, she also knows Gensokyo's danmaku magic.

Personality: Easygoing and cheerful, Yuyuko has a habit of disarming people with her constant smile and good humour. She never takes anything too seriously, and often makes fun of Youmu for her constant seriousness. However, occasionally she shows a great degree of perception and cunning, and she's very responsible with her 'gift'. She likes eating a lot, which also gets on Youmu's nerves.

Bio: As mentioned above, Yuyuko was a princess of an unknown kingdom in life, about a thousand years ago. When she discovered that she had the ability to kill anything, she killed herself to avoid abusing it. Her soul was used to bind an evil spirit to a tree, forcing her to remain in undeath rather than moving on to the afterlife. At one point she asked for Youmu's help in reviving the tree, but when she discovered why it never bloomed, she stopped it and became good friends with the people involved in informing (and fighting) her.

Just thought I'd let you know I was posting.

Just thought I'd let you know I was posting.

 

[Hussmann54]

SNIPPERONI! SHOT POST IS SHORT

"Ah, yes. Will that be served hot or cold?" Kin asked.

 

[NerfedFalcon]

I don't know why I bothered snipping this

Both at once, Yuyuko asked for cold sake, and Youmu for hot. Youmu immediately conceded. "Cold, then."

 

[DotSlash]

Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Snip

How to 2hu?

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Vanessa smiled a bit as she took the hint before slamming both her hands onto the counter, hoping to get the attention of all the patrons currently in the room. After the sound resonated through the room, she adjusted her fedora a small amount and looked to everyone, smiling faintly. [color=666666] "So, our patrons managed to find a sort of training room downstairs, and within this room was a map with some coordinates. Since they were nice enough to give us a few free drinks and tolerate that shootout, I think it would be fair if we all checked out wherever these coordinates lead us. Does that sound fair?" [/color]

Noting the newcoming ghost after speaking, she smiled and tipped her fedora toward them in greeting.

 

[Clade-170]

Entering the Tavern we were immediatly greeted with the sights one would expect in such an establishment. People drinking, conversing, maybe a little gambling, and lastly having a merry time.

First off I approached what looked like a large bulletin with various information like odd jobs, offers, notices, etc etc. I rubbed my chin as I scanned through the information but couldn't quite find what I was looking for.

"hmmm, usually if some pilot wanted to make an extra buck hed try to attract people who might be interested in traveling to somewhere along his route. a more advanced way of hitchhiking I guess you can say, we wouldn't have to if wed just teliported to the hanger like I planned, damn "Sherif", and we cant risk using the spaceports because they might suspect such a action"

I let out an obvious sigh of irritation, then looked to Anon "I think its high time I tolled you what it is I wanted help with, but not here...lets find somewhere private"

I motion to an empty booth at the very end of the place...

 

[Knife-28]

Interesting to see you're playing along.

"Great Kaiju-Beast of Aargh? The giant seven limbed scalie-wore the Chrysler Building as a hat-Great Kaiju-Beast of Aargh?!" Knife asked as released Ace's hand and ran his own through his comparatively unkept mop of dirty-blond hair. "Smeg, you're going to be in for a hell of a day."

"Barkeep! 'nother whiskey for my mate Ace here." Knife yelled across the bar to Nic while he half listened to the fedora'd woman's speech.