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Burning Skies Saloon
Yiski:
--- Quote from: BdrLineAzn on February 23, 2013, 11:41:28 am ---Hell, had a time trainin' and prospecting new crewmates. Bartender give me your biggest mug of Hellfire. I know it be suicidal but I'll pay for it, didn't get the nickname "borderline" if I weren't crazy. What the hell not, first rounds on me, and don't fret about money just take out what you need from my unconscious body.
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Welp, your funeral. *Hands a mug of Hellfire to you* Clear skies!
*Yells* Alright. The next rounds is on our fine brother here.
--- Quote from: Psyran on February 23, 2013, 12:09:04 pm ---*Stumbles in and looks around* Oh, crap... what have I gotten myself into this time...
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Well you couldn't have stumbled into a better place. Take a seat and let's have a look at you.
*Looks at you* Well, it doesn't look serious. Fortunately, I've got some rum that'll perk you up. Here *hands you a small mug* this one's courtesy of BdrLineAzn.
BdrLineAzn:
*Grabs the drink and chug it down* ............YEAOWZA that hit the spot, you weren't kidding about that mixture. Just tell me where the head is later and the drinks coming I am good.
--- Quote from: Psyran on February 23, 2013, 12:09:04 pm ---*Stumbles in and looks around* Oh, crap... what have I gotten myself into this time...
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Looks green but with proper train' we can get you to become one of the top finest. Like what the tender said just take a seat and cheers mate.
BerserkArcher:
*walks in slowly and takes a seat in the corner*
Please. Grog.
Furrymessiah:
With a casual swagger and a bloodstained mallet tucked into the loop on the side of...'her' coveralls, the one and only Furry saunters into the establishment. Eyes obscured with a set of jaunty goggles and her hair pinned back into a loose explosion that could be, in the loosest terms, considered a ponytail, the tall, lanky drink of water made her way up to the barkeep. Looking over the assembled patrons, her nostrils curled at the obvious perfume of equal parts desperation, machismo, and misappropriated flamer fuel.
Putting her hands palms-down on the counter, she barked a gruff laugh, then cast her gaze over at the tender. "You got cider here, chum? If y'do, I'll take two pints, and a packet of cracklin's."
Psyran:
--- Quote from: Furrymessiah on February 23, 2013, 07:35:36 pm ---With a casual swagger and a bloodstained mallet tucked into the loop on the side of...'her' coveralls, the one and only Furry saunters into the establishment. Eyes obscured with a set of jaunty goggles and her hair pinned back into a loose explosion that could be, in the loosest terms, considered a ponytail, the tall, lanky drink of water made her way up to the barkeep. Looking over the assembled patrons, her nostrils curled at the obvious perfume of equal parts desperation, machismo, and misappropriated flamer fuel.
Putting her hands palms-down on the counter, she barked a gruff laugh, then cast her gaze over at the tender. "You got cider here, chum? If y'do, I'll take two pints, and a packet of cracklin's."
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*snickers at the gal* You should be careful, them ain't exactly the friendly skies.
*drinks the offered cup in one swing... then realizes how stupid that was and suffers the burn* Well now... *cough* Fine stuff you've got here. I saw these flying contraptions passing overhead and I figured that it seemed like a good time. I haven't exactly figured out my trade, since I'm handy with anything that I've got in my hands. I can fly, shoot, and fix just about anything that moves.
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