DIDGERIDOO

[Gancho Libre]

Ioc did a double take. Were those Infinity Stones in the steering wheel?

[Ink]

Elkanah sighed, and looked at the waffle car and all the other chaos going on. At least he had another huge tank of Egg Nog. Rilu had gone to who knows where. He had good reasons for what he did, it was rarely random.

[Gancho Libre]

Ioc riped off the shining steering wheel and grinned.

Then, it took another bite.

[+Ark1002]

Ambrosia appeared in the middle of the area. "EGGNOG! ALL THE EGGNOG YOU GOT! I'LL GIVE YOU 500 STABILIZED BOUNDLESS WORLD DIMENSIONS!"

[Ink]

Elkanah just stared, looking up and down the woman. "I... don't think you'll be able to drink all of that." He said, hesatant to give away all the eggnog. Rilu had gone off somewhere, so Elkanah couldn't use him to go shopping anymore.

[old man moomba]

Rick walked in, taking in the scene. He sat down and motioned to the waiter. "I'd like a drink, whatever you have that's strong." He leaned back and closed his eyes. "AND NO SPIKES!" he yelled suddenly. The waiter came back with a massive tankard of eggnog and handed it to Rick. "Thankssss, I think" He took a long pull his eyes flashed open suddenly. "WHAT IS THIS," Rick leaped to his feet "THIS IS... EGGNOG." he tossed the tankard to the ground, shattering it. "I NEED CIDER." His voice became quiet "Eggnog is no good, I've had bad experiences with eggnog." Rick slammed his staff to the ground, "I DEMAND TO SEE THE OWNER" 

 

[Ink]

Elkanah walks over. "What is the problem, sir?" He asks politley.

[+Ark1002]

Ambrosia grows angry. She walked outside and begins to draw Chalklings outside of the door, all with rending. She told them to stay while she waited. When she had a huge horde, she opened the door, tapped steel, burned pewter, and rushed in, her swarm attacking everyone. Moving 10 times regular speed, she grabbed Elkanah by the throat and snarled. "EGGNOG!"

[old man moomba]

Rick, looking surprised, stared at Ambrosia. "Wot, do you think you're doing. I wasn't done here" He poked her with his quarterstaff. "If ya wouldn't mind waiting your turn" Rick continued to scowl.

[+Ark1002]

Ambrosia, in a rage, back handed him across the face, then slammed Elkanah into the wall. "EGGNOG!"

[old man moomba]

Rick blinked, looking offed, yanked himself up. "No need for that." He looked around. Seeing no bottles, he grabbed a chair and slammed Ambrosia with it. "By the way, I don't like eggnog." Grinning, he spied a jukebox. Pulling out some crysts, he hurried over to it. Rick looked through the song selection, selecting "The Rubberband Man" by The Spinners. Grooving his way back to Ambrosia, Rick sang along. "Hey Y'all, prepare yourself for the rubberband man" 

[+Ark1002]

Ambrosia blinked, surprised by the lack of pain from the chair. Sometimes she forgot about her Sentinel coat. She dropped the poor man she was holding, and sat down. She ordered her Chalkling to go live in the area around the Alleycity, doing whatever they please that didn't involve killing somebody. They swarmed out the door. "Sorry 'bout that. Can I have some eggnog? A lot, but only as much as you are willing to give me."

[old man moomba]

Rick shrugged and continued dancing. After the song was over, he looked to the owner. "Just wondering, do you sell any drinks besides eggnog?" Rick then noticed the waffle DeLorean "Hey hey, pretty cool. I respect anyone who had was a DeLorean." Rick nodded to himself "So, if it pleases the Light, would someone bring me a bloody drink" 

[Ink]

Elkanah walked up to the man, after the crazed eggnog lady had almost strangled him. Humans were werid. "We have basically any drink, sir." He said to the man.

[Silva]

Mejin walked out to avoid being forgotten indefinitely.

[+Sorana]

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This post relates to some of the papers hanging on the notice board.
I expect its impact on the Alleyverse to be *brace yourself* zero. But, I'm bored...

A nervous man entered the restaurant. He was wearing a suit and held a single red rose in his fingers. He sat down at a table and ordered something to drink, twisting the rose between shaking fingers. He drowned his first drink and then ordered a second one. This time he forced himself to not drink it at once, but instead take his time with it. He was sitting there for maybe ten minutes when the door opened again and a woman entered the room. She wears a frilly dress, that shows more than is appropriate and in her hands she holds a single red rose. When she sees the man she exaggeratedly waves at him and then floats over the floor to greet him. The man seems to be a bit shorttaken by her appearance, but greets her politely and they sit down again. They share a meal, forcing themselves to make some conversation. His face is that of a polite mask, she is laughing too loud and too often. While he goes to the bar she leaves the restaurant, without a trace to where she might have gone, or any means for him to contact her.

[I think I am here.]

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Posting so you don’t have to double-post.

Max entered the restaurant and killed everyone sat down at a table. He was still in his armour, as weird as it looked, but the armour was the only thing locking the helmet in place, and the helmet was the only thing locking his sanity in place.

He looked around. This wasn’t a bad place.

@Sorana

Edited October 30, 2018 by I think I am here.

[+Sorana]

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Thanks! Didn't expect to move a character here soon

Althea followed Max and sat down at the same table. Out of habit she removed her sunglasses, the hat and her gloves and placed them on a stool next to her.

"So, what would you like to drink?"
she asked quickly before the situation turned completely awkward.

@I think I am here.

[I think I am here.]

“Um, some water will do, thanks.” He flagged down a waiter and killed him told him the order before he turned back. Althea had taken her sunglasses off, and he could see her eyes now, a piercing crystalline red.

“So,” He said, trying to think of Mara’s tips on how to start a conversation. “...how’s life?”

@Sorana

[+Sorana]

Althea ordered some water herself and then soulcast a flower lying around into a drinking straw. Without commenting it, she pushed it over to Max.

"Life."
she repeated, thinking about what she would feel comfortable with telling him.
"I spent the last ten years here in the AlleyCity, working in a laboratoy."
she touched her arm where her GB tatoo was and hoped he would fill in the rest.
"Not much sunshine there, thankfully. Before that I grew up in an orphanage. I left there, as soon as I was able to, and came to city, got recruited and taught how to soulcast. Sometimes between that and the laboratory I bonded Brashen and thankfully the transformation of my eyes stopped."
she smiled at him.
"Not that it mattered. They were red before the soulcasting."

She fell silent, thinking about a harmless question. Or at least one she hoped would be harmless.
"How long since they recruited you?

@I think I am here.

Edited October 30, 2018 by Sorana

[Life&Death]

51 minutes ago, I think I am here. said:

how’s life?”

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I’m great! Thanks! 

 

[I think I am here.]

“Thanks,” Max said, taking the straw and twirling it between his fingers. He thought about his life with the Ghostbloods, how it had all started. How he got her killed.

“Almost 10 years, now,” he said. “I joined when I was 15, despite everyone warning me not too. Master Sheonar especially.” Max chuckled.

“But I didn’t listen, of course. All my life, I’d wanted to be like Rashan - that guy who’d made the big speech during the War - I wanted to be like him. He saved my life when I was eight, Mara’s too, and ever since I wanted to be like him. He was my role model.

“So I trained in the Ghostbloods, never stopping because I wanted to be like Rashan. Of course, even he had flaws, like for example being an obsessive assassin, but I couldn’t see them back then.”

He shifted his gaze from the straw to Althea and stabbed her and tried to think about what to say.

“What about you? Any role models you used to have?”

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It is late for me, so I am going to sleep. G’night.

@Sorana

[+Sorana]

Althea fell silent at his question, sipping at her water before slowly replying.

"There is someone. But not like a rolemodel, more someone I would like to meet, I would like to tell her that I exist, who I am. But at least that I exist."
She fell silent again, pondering.
"But I won't."
she ended her own line of thoughts and banished them to some far away corner of her mind.
"I can't."
she added more quietly.

Thinking about another question she started twisting a lock of her white hair between her fingers.
"I'm sorry, I'm not that good at easy conversations."
she shot him an apologetic glance.

"The Ghostbloods gave me a home, when nobody else did. I know that we aren't the best bunch of people, but for me they are everything I have."
Another pause.
"What are you specialized on, if I may ask?"

@I think I am here.

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That's fine. Good night! I'll be back my morning/ your afternoon.

 

[I think I am here.]

As she spoke Max dipped his straw into his water and drank from it. She answered vaguely, but it was to be expected. A conversation between assassins never was straightforward.

She asked what he was specialised on. Max answered.

“They had me down as a normal assassin at first,” he said. “When they learnt of my Nicrosil-enhanced Riots, they promoted me and started giving me training. They want me to control Spiked. Like the Abominations the DA had? They were making their own, and because I can Riot they wanted me to control them.

“They keep ordering I come and see their army, so they can do tests on how many I can control at a time,” Max said. “But I’ve been putting it off.” He hesitated, and then added: “I’m scared”

“They have a lot of monsters they want me to control, and while I don’t doubt I could do it, I don’t think I would be the same afterwards.

“My insanity started when I cracked my mind Rioting Atticus. That was one person. What if, when I’m controlling all of these Spiked, a whole army, what if I just snap? What if I go fully insane? With a whole army under me?”

The glass in his hand shattered. Max hadn’t even noticed how hard he was gripping it in his gauntlet.

“I would kill so many people. And... I wouldn’t be able to live with myself after that.”

@Sorana

[Nohadon]

Devaan stumbled into the DIDGERIDOO and noticed Max there. He hastily disguised himself with an Aon shao he had engraved into his shoulder. He looked like an old beggar wearing rags, a short grey beard grew on his chin.

Devaan sat down on the table next to Max and Althea and loudly asked for a drink.

"Got anything strong?" He asked the bartender

"Whaddaya mean by strong?"

"Somethin' strong enough to make me properly smashed in a drink or two"

"I'll fetch you some Farpost Whiskey"

"Good man"

Devaan poured the whiskey into a cup, then muttered a name.

"Dreyfan" He downed the first cup.

He refilled it. Muttered another name and downed it.

He refilled again.

And again.

And again.

Until he had downed a total of twenty nine cups.

You really shouldn't drink anymore. His spren told him

"One more drink please." Devaan told the bartender.

"Who's this one too?" The bartender muttered.

"The last person I killed this week" He replied

The bartender poured another glass of whiskey. He had gotten sick of wasting bottles so he just poured it from the wooden cask.

He downed the final glass.

"Mara"