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Burning Skies Saloon
N-Sunderland:
--- Quote from: Psyran on February 24, 2013, 08:35:06 pm ---Well, I'm down for some action, I just need a drink...
*looks around for Yiski, weighing the option of fetching a drink or staying safe and thirsty*
--- End quote ---
Well if you ever see me in the clouds, don't be shy to join my crew. Don't expect me to fly the damned thing, but I'd gladly lend a helping hand to a newbie.
N-Sunderland:
All right, how about this. I want salutes from everybody in this saloon, lest I pour the contents of my mug (you DO NOT want to know what I'm drinking) into the barrel of that flare gun and fire. If I don't have seven salutes by tomorrow morning, this place is going to be lit up once and for all.
*sits and waits patiently*
Papa Paradox:
The door opens, it reveals a figure covered in the haze of smoke, no doubt from the cigar in his mouth. He walks in, the actions of his joints accentuated by the hiss from the decompression of hydraulics. He started by removing his top hat, then removed his officers long coat and hung them on the coat hanger on the way in. Above knee and elbow amputations, all his limbs were mechanic, the clicks, sputters, and clanks of cogs emitted from him like a plague. The brass glinted in the light as he passed by a window on his way to the bar. He had northern features; stubble grew on his face except on his left cheek where a scar prevented hair growth. Arriving at the bar, he took a stool and sat down hunched over.
“Yiski, Stabsinthe on the rocks... no more than two cubes, it dilutes the flavour”
N-Sunderland:
--- Quote from: PapaParadox on February 24, 2013, 11:11:44 pm ---The door opens, it reveals a figure covered in the haze of smoke, no doubt from the cigar in his mouth. He walks in, the actions of his joints accentuated by the hiss from the decompression of hydraulics. He started by removing his top hat, then removed his officers long coat and hung them on the coat hanger on the way in. Above knee and elbow amputations, all his limbs were mechanic, the clicks, sputters, and clanks of cogs emitted from him like a plague. The brass glinted in the light as he passed by a window on his way to the bar. He had northern features; stubble grew on his face except on his left cheek where a scar prevented hair growth. Arriving at the bar, he took a stool and sat down hunched over.
“Yiski, Stabsinthe on the rocks... no more than two cubes, it dilutes the flavour”
--- End quote ---
No matter how many times you walk into here, those limbs unsettle me. How did your latest trade mission go? Those raiders have been getting quite restless lately. I barely escaped from one of their camps myself a few days back. I thought you'd be missing a few more body parts by the time you made it here.
RearAdmiralZill:
*Leaves for a moment and returns with a mediocre barkeep at best to serve the thirsty patrons*
Yiski had some business to attend to. Something about an over extended tab. Judging from the guns he took from my warehouse, its been a long time comin'.
*Gives Papa a once over and sticks his mask in the old mans face*
You still owe me for that hydraulic fluid you old git. That trade mission should have given you plenty to pass around.
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