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Burning Skies Saloon
N-Sunderland:
Hah! You know I can hardly aim a flare gun anyways.
I'm surprised you thought I'd finally fallen! Me, of all people! Was it not I who once held a Squid together against an armada of raiding Galleons, using nothing but a potted plant? Was it not I who rebuilt the dreadnought entirely in three hours, despite crashing it in the exact same spot five minutes later? Was it not I who managed to keep my captain's Junker alive long enough that we defeated our foes with nothing but a tar barrel?
Anyways, it suffices to say that those raiders have seen better days. We were flying through the fjords, minding our own business, when a hundred, nay, two hundred of those raiders came flying out from behind the mountains! Child's play.
But that's enough blabber for now. I'll take the usual.
Psyran:
*finds an empty table and sits down with his drink*
*politely dusts off his boots before placing them on the table, as he leans back and takes a swig of his ale*
I like this place. A little tame, but alright. Some of you old timers act like you've got your pantyhose all twisted, though...
Furrymessiah:
--- Quote from: Psyran on February 23, 2013, 07:58:13 pm ---*snickers at the gal* You should be careful, them ain't exactly the friendly skies.
--- End quote ---
"You should keep that in mind y'self, friend. I'm liables to knock you so hard you forget how to hold a hammer, let alone give it a swing," She replied, giving him a smirk and an appraising glare.
--- Quote from: Yiski on February 23, 2013, 09:15:00 pm ---Better watch yourself Psyran. I've seen what Furrymessiah can do when she's miffed. And when she's carrying her mallet, she's more furious than 20 hwachas loaded with burst rounds.
*Carries two pints of Furrymessiah's favorite cider*
Here you go. Should I add it to your tab?
--- End quote ---
"Of course, Yisk, you would know, havin' been under my mallet a time or two. Not half as hard as I've given it to Zill, but then again, he enjoys it less." Giving the man a wink, she picks up one of the pints and downs it like a man dying of thirst, setting the glass down and belching demurely. "As for the tab, go ahead. I'll pay you once my boss settles his tab with me."
Yiski:
--- Quote from: N-Sunderland on February 23, 2013, 10:18:19 pm ---Hah! You know I can hardly aim a flare gun anyways.
I'm surprised you thought I'd finally fallen! Me, of all people! Was it not I who once held a Squid together against an armada of raiding Galleons, using nothing but a potted plant? Was it not I who rebuilt the dreadnought entirely in three hours, despite crashing it in the exact same spot five minutes later? Was it not I who managed to keep my captain's Junker alive long enough that we defeated our foes with nothing but a tar barrel?
Anyways, it suffices to say that those raiders have seen better days. We were flying through the fjords, minding our own business, when a hundred, nay, two hundred of those raiders came flying out from behind the mountains! Child's play.
But that's enough blabber for now. I'll take the usual.
--- End quote ---
By the clear skies your whole grand adventures are hopped up on hydrogen as usual.
*Yiski hands N-Sunderland what appears to be a black liquid*
Still can't believe you drink this stuff. I swear you're the only one in this whole world who probably does.
--- Quote from: Psyran on February 23, 2013, 10:19:18 pm ---*finds an empty table and sits down with his drink*
*politely dusts off his boots before placing them on the table, as he leans back and takes a swig of his ale*
I like this place. A little tame, but alright. Some of you old timers act like you've got your pantyhose all twisted, though...
--- End quote ---
*Yiski shoots a glance at Psyran*
Oi, rookie, you had best be careful. Most of the regulars who come by are the best at what they do. Hell, the only reason Anvala still stands is because of us.
*Yiski takes a large swig of Hellfire behind the counter*
If you want to last longer than you first magazine clip, then you better mind some manners. As far as being tame, the night hasn't started yet and you've yet to see the other big shots.
RearAdmiralZill:
With a slight limp, and a dusty mask, he swings the door wide and lets it slam. Standing there in his finest officer jacket (dust and time have not been kind to it) he beckons for 2 barrels to be carried in by a rough bunch behind him. As the barrels roll toward the bar, he surveys the room. No patron could see though the old hazard mask, warn for their protection moreover than his. His boots sound heavy as he inspects patrons on his way to Yiski...
"Boy this bunch looks rough Yiski. What you been offering these days? "
*Gives a pat on his back*
"Finest rum and moonshine in them barrels. The desert sure didnt want them to leave her sight either. Lets say we have a swig before it gets dusty."
*Beckons for a round on him and gives a glance at Furry*
"About time somethin' prettier than BdrLine came out of that wasteland."
He walks to his usual table and props up a chair for his tired body.
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