Bar Fight This Way
The bar appears to be an entirely normal member of its species, the interior a clear space of low lighting and dark wood, smooth floorboards and tables arranged around and between a few support pillars. The bar counter curves along one side (although try not to count the sides) facing the door, which is propped open to newcomers and, presumably, goers. There’s a pervasive scent of smoke that doesn’t quite smell like tobacco. The bartender is an unsettling flash of a grin in a face of indeterminate age and shape and colour, though probably human. And perhaps it has an unusually high headcount of the frustrated and aggressive, but even they’re behaving themselves for now.
Make that ‘until now’.
The increasingly noisy argument in the middle of the room has shifted backward to the bar, where two parties have converged on a young woman and the man she’s been buying drinks for two or three hours now. A heated exchange later, the cornered pair try to leave, only to find their way blocked by the short, black-haired man in the middle of the blockade. Blades erupt from one of his hands, surprising the two muscular men either side of him, and then the red-haired girl beside him shifts and morphs into something small and green and wicked…
Telrim bolts and dodges, slamming into a bystander and knocking them from their chair. Richard Cadaver takes a swing at Wolverine; the answering punch sends him flying across a table, scattering glasses on all sides. There’s a tiny green Andalite in pursuit of the former, and two annoyed and beefy men to spare.
Abruptly the bartender is nowhere to be seen and the money has disappeared with him. Everyone, pick your weapons.
((OOC note: All right, guys, this post is wide, wide open. Anyone from the Nexus who can fit through the door is allowed; usual rules about godmoding apply but we fear no spamming; threadjacking and playing off other people's tags or the log linked above is so much the better. Firearms or over-powerful weapons may get Conveniently Disabled, otherwise the Anti-Violence Field will be waiting politely a little way outside the door. Have fun!))
Make that ‘until now’.
The increasingly noisy argument in the middle of the room has shifted backward to the bar, where two parties have converged on a young woman and the man she’s been buying drinks for two or three hours now. A heated exchange later, the cornered pair try to leave, only to find their way blocked by the short, black-haired man in the middle of the blockade. Blades erupt from one of his hands, surprising the two muscular men either side of him, and then the red-haired girl beside him shifts and morphs into something small and green and wicked…
Telrim bolts and dodges, slamming into a bystander and knocking them from their chair. Richard Cadaver takes a swing at Wolverine; the answering punch sends him flying across a table, scattering glasses on all sides. There’s a tiny green Andalite in pursuit of the former, and two annoyed and beefy men to spare.
Abruptly the bartender is nowhere to be seen and the money has disappeared with him. Everyone, pick your weapons.
((OOC note: All right, guys, this post is wide, wide open. Anyone from the Nexus who can fit through the door is allowed; usual rules about godmoding apply but we fear no spamming; threadjacking and playing off other people's tags or the log linked above is so much the better. Firearms or over-powerful weapons may get Conveniently Disabled, otherwise the Anti-Violence Field will be waiting politely a little way outside the door. Have fun!))