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Owner: @Boone (Paddy) Fitzpatrick This is your hometown bar. The one you are comfortable coming to after work or after a day out on the lake fishing. Six pool tables line the exterior walls. Games are free so long as you're drinking. The walls are decorated with an assortment of hunting heads and old photographs of movie stars. Brick and beams gives it an old pub feel right in the middle of New York. Stools line all the pillars as well as the thirty foot long bar with twenty beers on tap at all times, at least six of which are Irish. This bar is being opened to help ALL players have an easy place to have single and group threads - don't need to wait for "permission" or an invite from the owner to use it. This is an OPEN thread for anyone and everyone to join! Post order not required since multiple conversations, groupings can happen in the same thread here! NPCs - Please do not abuse these NPCs as they will be further developed as staples by Boone to run the bar Behind the Bar: Hagan "Hawk" Monroe - Retired Boxer - Powers TBD Don't fuck with the bartender. Attempting to mess with his shit will get you bounced by him personally - possibly through a window rather than the door. Behind the Bar / Waitress: "Blue" - Powers TBD Like something out of a retro diner she is a sleek painting in the moose head on the wall bar. Like Hawk - messing with her will likely lead to pain... lots of it.
Mon Aug 24, 2020 6:13 PM Blue. A single finger was held up. Johnny Walker Blue Label, already fine whiskey, was still scarce. The distillery had not had time to produce yet another batch since re-opening its doors. In other words, it would be a miracle if this bar happened to have it. Then again, Boone was nothing if not resourceful. The mage glanced around. Any familiar faces? Any faces best forgotten? That would remain to be seen. After all, it was only a little past 6 on a Monday. *Can you believe the balls on this guy? *I know you’re pretty much made of steel, but who the hell tackles a tiger? What? The man looked almost offended. It spilled my beer. Was I supposed to just let that go? Light glinted off the second speaker’s forearm, exposed under the shredded layers of green cloth that had once been a zookeeper’s uniform. Alec shrugged off their presence and turned towards the other side of the bar. Oh come on! What? Was it something I sai… Boring. ARMA was quiet these days. Could there be anything more obnoxious than quiet? He had nothing to do except handle paperwork. Why couldn’t they have some kind of scandal? Where had the false mages gone? And where the hell was that drink?
-You are a fool Pandora- -I needed a way out Nix... I can't let you dictate my life anymore.- -Regardless of what you want, or need. We required the Order to survive. Now you'll have ARMA and the Light after you. Kudos on effort though.- -Wesley, or Kelly will help me...- -No one will help you Pandora. It's just you, and me. How coincidental that we keep getting put into this situation.- Pandora scoffed as she slid down the sidewalk slowly, dressed in a black long coat. The hood pulled up over her head, hidden wards across it's surface to hide her mana, a jacket beneath that, and light gray skinny jeans that hugged her legs. The sun had finally dipped below the cities towers, making the large statue of an angel overhead a shadow in the sky. Any real threat remained inside her head. -Oh hush now Pandora. We both know who the real enemy is here.- -You?- -It's your destructive personality. So, in a way you.- -I'm sorry, my destructive personality? I thought it was your inability to do the right thing. But fuck me for being wrong.- -Oh my dear, if I could fuck you for being wrong, we'd have a whole litter of Panda babies.- -Don't call me that.- -What, Panda? I thought all of your friends could call you that.- -You are not my friend Nix. You are a parasite, and one that I plan on getting rid of.- -You need me Pandora. Or do you not remember who protects this vessel we share?- -I don't need you anymore, I can take care of myself.- -Adorable, keep telling yourself that.- Instinct took her down a dimly lit alley. Halfway through, a noise shattered the normal ambiance of the city at night. A trash can toppled over with a raucous privy to a machine gun going off in dead silence. Pandora allowed herself a brief glance from the statue overhead and caught the movement of several figures as they pushed through the alley towards her at a brisk pace. -Luck is not on our side today my dear, I'll be resting my eyes for this fight.- Pandora audibly grumbled an insult to Nix's manliness before she kicked over a nearby trash can and ran for the exit, reaching out with her mana to feel for any sort of statue that could assist her. The angel could do some damage, but that was one against several men. She didn't know if they were altered or not. But she could hear at least one of them gaining on her. Her hand slid carefully inside her long coat so her fingers could wrap around the hilt of her newly enchanted short sword, it sucked mana out of her, but that only meant she'd have to fight harder. "Gotcha bitch." She ducked to the side, narrowly avoiding the swing of what she could only assume was a blunt object. Her own weapon unsheathed a second later. A light illuminated the alley as the blade burst into flame. She dipped under the mans arm as he passed her and in one swift motion she severed that same limb from his body. A scream of pain tore through the alley as the man's once standing posture doubled over and he fell to his knees. Pandora in a moment of mercy spun in a quick circle and hacked the mans head from his shoulders, the smell of his long hair burned inside her nose, but a quick kick to his now decapitated torso sent it backwards into a puddle. Her eyes shot up to see the group had picked up speed at the slaughter of their companion. She turned as a ball of flame blew passed her hood and collided with a garbage can causing a slight explosion that sent her off balance for a moment. "Fucking get her! No one betrays the Order and lives." A sharp turn left around the corner met Pandora with a sight she didn't want to see. The alleyway before her shifted as the ground quickly rose to block her escape. "Shit." she spun around, the flame on her sword dimming to conserve mana. The men had all gathered at the corner to the dead end. One of them waving his hands in strange motions as the sound of shifting stones continued to fill the air of the alley. Anger on the largest mans face as he carried the head of the decapitated man. Their leader she was guessing from his position behind the pack, and the rest's inability to move without an order. "You killed my man." The larger man growled and tossed the head at her feet, it's muscles limpness caused it's jaw to fall open and those deadened eyes to stare at her endlessly, "We were gonna make it quick, but the way I see it, we're gonna make you suffer." A tattoo on the mans neck caught her eye. A Gaelic symbol to her surprise, for a hunter. She was guessing it was a an Order thug bred specifically to hunt people down. -Oh my dear, we've really pissed off the wrong people this time. Ajax? Pandora, here I thought I taught you to be more careful.- -I can defend myself now, go away.- -Pandora, you'll need me for this one.- "You think you can handle her Luka?" The leader questioned and shoved one of the men forward, a rather cocky looking man with a large pull on the flow of mana in the area. He slipped glistening brass knuckles onto his fingers and pounded each into his palms as if testing their strength. A magus. -Most likely going to fight unpredictably. He has the looks of a man with no training.- -I see that.- As the thought of what he could do crossed her mind the man blinked forward in a puff of shadows. One moment ten or fifteen feet away, the next he was right in her face. A large shadow covered fist slammed into Pandora's cheek. The hit unnoticeable behind the black cloud that lead it. She doubled back only to have him behind her another punch to the opposite cheek. A crack in her cheekbone notified her of the break, that and the pain. She stumbled the opposite direction. Her body ducked without her control as a final punch flew over her head. A brief moment passed as the flame on her sword blazed back to life and her arm struck out. The man moved to dodge but was too late, as the sword sliced through his neck, leaving him like an old fashioned Pez dispenser. Not even a chance to scream as his head nearly fell from his shoulders, the stench of burnt flesh entered her nose but she paid it no mind. That's how one made mistakes. -Nix... I don't need you- -Apparently... You do.- "Goddamnit, next person to kill her gets the entire bounty." Without thought or a moments hesitation the men launched forward. A slew of elemental abilities flung in her direction, Nix moved her body fluidly away from each projectile. One of the charging men flung his arms to the sides and they shifted into long metallic points. His own body turning into a weapon. "Don't think so." Nix wound the sword back with both hands and flung it forward. The flaming weapon spun hazardously through the air before it embedded itself into the mans chest. his face immediately changed from an angered war cry, to one of pure shock and pain, his momentum alone caused him to slam backwards, which allowed Pandora's boot to drive straight down and into his throat, ending his meager existence. A second and third man flanked both of her sides as she jerked the weapon from his chest cavity, not faltered at all by what they had witnessed. Until the sound of wings beating the air caught everyone, except Nix, off guard. The giant stone foot of an angel slammed into the man on the left whom launched backwards and collided with the brick wall in a bloodied mess. A large pike like weapon stabbed outward, caught the man on the right, and pinned him to the wall with a wail of agony. The angel lurched forward and slammed a stone fist into the mans face, his screams silenced and his body limp. The twelve foot tall angel pulled the weapon from the mans stomach with a quick jerk, it turned towards the rest of the group with a scowl on it's stone face and flicked the dead mans blood from its knuckles. Three men remained. Two rather scrawny and terrified looking men, and the leader who looked more angry than before. "You're gonna pay for that little girl... Those were my men." His voice seemed to grow deeper, and more gravely. Arms sprouted from his back like plants in fast forward. "They were rookies, I was training them for the big times.... You were supposed to be an easy hit." His skin grayed and cracked taking on a stone like appearance. His arms were about as large as her. "Anyone ever tell you, you look like a Pokemon?" "You're dead!" The shout shook the alleyway. The creature was almost as tall as the Angel next to Pandora but twice as menacing looking. The other two men moved their hands in synchronization and out of a portal came two very large, and very deadly looking axes. The Pokemon grabbed onto them and hefted them over both shoulders before charging, while again the other two men started chanting and moving their hands. Before her eyes a light blue barrier encircled the beasts form. -Great they're shielding him.- -Acknowledged Pandora, we gotta kill them first.- -If that thing hits my statue it'll do some major damage to both of us.- -Hmm, would be a great time to have some Order help wouldn't you say?- -Would be a great time for you to shut up and pay attention!- The Angel statue parried the first two strikes from the blades with ease, the third blocked successfully while the forth struck it's side and bore a whole deep into it. Pandora let out a cry of pain as her own side bruised immediately from the hit. Nix's plan was already formulated though, they dodged around the fight and with sword held over head launched into the air the flaming weapon swinging in an arc. Nothing ever goes as planned though. Upon noticing the airborne Pandora, one of the magi turned and after a short incantation a shock wave tore through the alley and struck her in the chest. Her world flipped upside down as she slammed into the makeshift blockade, the sword and her own body dropped to the ground with a thud and clank. -Good plan Nix.- -I did not see that coming. Perhaps you have a plan?- -Start praying?- -No- -Tuck our head between our legs and--- -No- -Face it Nix. We're done for.- -Oh and it's all your fault Panda-bear. Good job- -I get it... I may have fucked up.-
March 2, 2020 - 6:15am What?...when?....I want……what do you mean he already said he wouldn’t talk to me? Judy did you…. What about the chief did he……ya… ya…. ok…..I get it. Phone snapped shut viciously before being jammed back into her front pocket. Doji bakayaro koshinuke sukebe saitei……… Back of her head hit the wall several times as the string of insulting expletives continued to mutter from her lips. It was the third cop from her district to jump ship to the Vanguard since the bloody moon events in November. Men she had always known to be good cops were suddenly bigoted "kill them all" fanboys. Pussy… Last insult breathed from her lips as she pushed from the wall. Having the dispatch girl tell her was the final insult of just how pathetic Joe had proved to be. There was a reason they didn’t want to talk to her when they made such stupid decisions. She wasn’t called the barracuda behind her back for no reason. Her words could slice a man and leave him cowering in the aftermath. And all this before her damn morning coffee. The door she had just been grabbing when the phone had rung and interrupted was grabbed once more, pulled open a bit roughly as she strode up to the counter to wait her turn still half muttering under her breath when Rachel asked a second time if she wanted the usual. Huh… ?.. oh sorry Rachel… ya… the usual… and one of those cinnamon walnut..things you keep trying to pawn off on me. The girl behind the counter lit up. She was a bit of a baker and so was always creating something new for the café. Unfortunately the detective wasn’t a breakfast person so she was usually disappointed every time she offered. Today just felt like a sit down and eat sort of day. It was going to be long and annoying; two things best dealt with on a full gut. The small coffee cake was pulled from the top of the glass case as she turned to park at the table in the front corner, taking the seat with her back to the wall. It was a cop thing. Picking at the little coffee cake concoction while she waited for her triple espresso, she had to admit, the thing wasn’t half bad. So…. big decision for the morning was did she go into the precinct and deal with this shit? Or just hit the pavement. She was strongly leaning towards the latter as the other method hadn't bought her any good will with the chief the last two times cops turned traitor on them. Fuck Mondays.