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

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Vanessa smiled a small bit as she replied. [color=666666] "None taken. If anything, that's a compliment." [/color] As Ana spoke, the fedora girl's smile dropped and she nodded. [color=666666] "We're... not from this world, as she's said. We were looking for something a document pointed out to us, but with the Bulldogs and the fact the city's in the state it's in, it probably doesn't exist." [/color]

 

[Knife-28]

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"Sounds like you're anything but simple." Knife pauses as he steals some more drink from his glass. "Then again, neither am I."

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John stiffened at the girls comments. "You say you're not from this world." John said, repeating Vanessa's words to convince himself that he didn't mishear it. "So you're what...aliens? Is that how you walked off having your throat cut?" He asked, directing the last part towards Ana.

 

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"Sounds like you're anything but simple." Knife pauses as he steals some more drink from his glass. "Then again, neither am I."

"(Eh, maybe. Personally, I think I'm actually fairly simple. Even though I'm half... Elf or Human or something, I don't remember, I'm still... Something, lost my train of thought.)" she said, finishing up her beer, before grabbing Knife's and drinking it down.

 

[Knife-28]

"I'm still... Something"

"Well, you're one of the most Something person I've met." Knife says, unpreturbed by Bol taking his drink. "And trust me, I've met alot of Somethings." He ends with his everpresent grin. Waving over the barkeep, he quickly adds. "Another two whiskeys Nic."

 

[Wackymon]

"I'm still... Something"

"Well, you're one of the most Something person I've met." Knife says, unpreturbed by Bol taking his drink. "And trust me, I've met alot of Somethings." He ends with his everpresent grin. Waving over the barkeep, he quickly adds. "Another two whiskeys Nic."

"(Well, thanks for your faith in me, is all I have to say.)" she said, mildly drunk.

Around that time, another fellow came in, a dwarf of Dwarvish persuasion, carrying over his shoulder a large barrel of Beer on his shoulder. He layed the Barrel down, and rolled it Over to Bol's seat, which proceded to fall over, while the somewhat-tipsy pokemon almost fell to the ground getting up, looking at the Barrel.
"Tack!" she said, as she tried to lift the barrel up (It's fairly obvious she doesn't really have the strength for it).


The Dwarf nodded, before finding a seat Near Heavy.
"So lad, how are ya doing?" the Dwarf asked the Weapons guy.

 

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[color=666666] "Sort of.... Not the 'UFO and probing' type." [/color] Vanessa said, smiling despite the situation. She knew were she in John's shoes, she'd probably be thinking she was crazy too. The thought just amused her enough. [color=666666] "We're just average people in our worlds and we somehow found our way into this one. So therewill be things that we'll do that the others will find weird... like Miss Ana's throat, for example. Uh.... for the record, I'm not even from her world either." [/color] She tried to explain.

 

[Hussmann54]

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YALL COME BACK NOW! YE SNIP?

Ana rubbed her throat, he voice still sounded like somebody had jammed a shaving brush down her throat, business end first.
" Yeah... I should probably get on that. Long story short, I can control blood. I already explained.... to Vanessa, but I can control not only others, but my own. The guy had a hair pin distance to my throat. The... cut was inevitable." She turned to John. "And I wasn't sure you could make such a narrow shot (no offense, having not known any better and not willing to take a gamble under those circumstance). We call it Sanguinimancy. Those of use who are adept at it can control blood flow, pressure, oxygen content. Even other elements like chemical reactions in the body, lactic acid in muscles and so forth. I just concentrated a lot of dried, clotting blood around my throat, and overdosed on the chemicals that trigger blood generation to make up for the loss. It isn't easy. I save this sort of thing for emergencies."

She leaned back, trying to get comfortable. The whole technique, while effective was a draining experience.
"You have to remain calm and let your body do its thing. Panic has no place in a successful cheating of death. And afterwards you can't fight the adrenaline rush, so resting is... fleeting for the moment."

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Nic walked over and poured them both a shot. "If you don't mind me asking, how does one get to the Mall? I mean, forom your experience. I was there once purely by accident. I assume, like this place, there are any number of ways to get in or out"

 

[Knife-28]

"Tack!"

Knife helps Bol lift the barrel onto the bar, then turns to Nic. "It's not that hard if you know the universal co-ords, if not though..." Knife shrugs, "I spent a millennium trying to find it myself."

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John gave a tired sigh and massaged is eyelids as he mumbled to himself in polish. "You said you were looking for something." He said finally, "What is it?"

 

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Vanessa leaned back and shook her head. [color=666666] "We... don't exactly know what it is, but we had a map showing where it was." [/color] She slowly looked over toward Ana. [color=666666] "Um.... Do you still have it on you, Ms. Ana?" [/color]

 

[Wackymon]

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"All this talk about travel and such, the only reason I walk around the multiverse is via portals left by other Travelers." the Pokemon said, before pouring herself a cup of the ale.
"Want a drink?" she asked

There began chatter between Heavy and the Dwarf, something about Demons and such.

 

[Knife-28]

Travelers Tales

"The Travelers? Oh man I haven't heard about those blokes in a long time." Knife says, pouring a mug of ale for himself. "Not that they were all blokes mind you, there were more than a few chicks with them as well."

 

[Hussmann54]

All your snips are belong to us

Ana reached into the pocket of her apron.
"Yeah I think so." She pulls it out and begans to unfold the map. She points to three marked points in the London of pre-destruction time. One by the western end, near the Thames. One near parliament. And the last in a factory district.
"We found the map, but had no idea that where it would lead would be so dangerous."

 

[Knife-28]

Maps

Not Maps

John studied the map, noting the locations of the markers and nodded. "Will you still look for your mystery objects, now that you know the dangers?" He asked, leaning his rifle back against the wall of the carriage.

 

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Vanessa leaned back a small bit in her seat, eyes closed as she contemplated the question. After a few moments, she opened her eyes and nodded. [color=666666] "Since we've already made the step in, we may as well finish what we started. Now that we know what we're up against, we'll be better prepared to fight against it." [/color] She said resolutely. [color=666666] "...Or I should say I am... I can't speak for Miss Ana." [/color] She added, idly scratching the side of her own face with her pointer finger.

 

[Hussmann54]

"Out of the Silent Planet" is a really good book.

"Well, on top of that, our door back to our world (or in this case, the junction between them) dissipated after we wen through." She sighed. " So yeah. But if this place by the same fundamental laws as the others, there will be other doors. Not point in sitting around hoping one just pops up on top of us."

 

[Knife-28]

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The song's pretty good too.

"Very well, I shall assist you in recovering these objects." John said, "We will set out in the morning, the streets are too dangerous at night."

 

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Guess I'll add that to my to read list when I have one.

Vanessa nodded, a smile slowly forming on her face. [color=666666] "Alright, thank you in advance!" [/color] She said as she slowly stood to her feet and moved toward the other car John had mentioned. [color=666666] "I'll get to sleep now... We don't want to miss even a minute of sunlight we could use." [/color] She said as she stretched and entered through, scanning the area with her flashlight for something resembling a sleeping bag. If she found on, she'd lay on it for a while, staring up toward the ceiling before going to sleep. If not, she pop her head back into the room and ask [color=666666] "Um.... Are there any sleeping bags available...?" [/color]