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Burning Skies Saloon
Gryphos:
--Saloon--
Tristan and Nidhogg entered the Saloon, looking for one last drink. Taking a seat at the bar, Nidhogg looked around at the crowd and spotted Lockheart with his sword drawn. He then pulled out his own to compare.
Nidhogg
"Mine's bigger than yours."
Tristan, meanwhile, ordered two hellfires and passed one down to Nidhogg, before taking a sip of his own, and putting down the drink.
Tristan
"It's an acquired taste I guess."
He said out loud.
Sgt. Spoon:
Spoon yerks his head around in quick motions, flinging his hair around and looking rather deranged. Sitting up on the couch he leans forward with his hands on his cane. He observes the surroundings, Yiski and the unfamiliar faces. He eyes Althea with as much heed as his tired, semi-drugged eyes could bare.
Spoon:
"That's quite a strong one you got there Yiski *having a neck small spasm*, I don't wanna know what'd you have to do to get a bodyguard like that."
Turns to Lockheart and tries to stand up, only to fall back on the couch.
Spoon:
"Well *cough* more new faces... Lockheart eh? *Eyes the sword* That's quite a elegant sword... Chaladonian?"
...
...
As Azn comes up to him, Spoon gives a short smile and makes another attemt to stand up. This time he succeeds.
Spoon:
"Azn, it's been soo long. Good to see you. What happened to me? Well, have a guess..."
Spoon lifts his rags a bit to show the ripped and blodied hospital gown.
Spoon:
"Them god damn bastards locked me up there ever since the "monsters" invaded Anvala. I've lived half my time either strapped to a bed, or in isolation together with some reeeal nut-heads. If I'm not mistaken *shivers* they put something in our food too.. to keep us calm... It's very kept down as to what's really going on there... but I think they're conducting some kind of experiments... *raises his hand to feel a square scar running down his back head*
...yesterday of all days, they suddenly cleared out. No one knew what the hell happened, but I took my chance *once again pointing to the bloodied gown*...
Captain Lockheart:
Turns to Spoon and raises a eyebrow.
Lockheart
" yes, it is indeed Chaladonian.. Spoon isn't it?"
*smirks* turns to nidhogg.
Lockheart
"Ah, bigger you say. It's the steel and the man holding it that matter."
*Lockheart sheathes his family sword and fixes his hair again before quickly judging nidhogg*
Lockheart
"And if its bigger you want..."
* Lockheart draws his longer Yeshan Sword and hands it to nidhogg*
Lockheart
"That better? *chuckles* is that a family signature on yours?"
Gryphos:
--Saloon--
Nidhogg presented his sword to Lockheart.
Nidhogg
"Yes it is, the insignia of house Valtivere. The sword itself is designed more as a duelling blade, but it's seen it's fair share of combat."
He looked at the Yeshan blade.
Nidhogg
"But that is quite impressive, Yeshan I presume, based on the traditional design, and definitely looks effective. I imagine both will see action in the coming days for certain."
He raised his mug, before taking another swig.
N-Sunderland:
All of a sudden, shouting could be heard outside the saloon. Guards were calling out. Sentries were alerting the entire city.
Rushing towards Anvala, its engines screaming from abuse that no engineer could possibly withstand, was a Pyramidion.
Everybody rushed out of the saloon to catch a glimpse of what was going on. The wall gunners, instructed to fire on sight, began taking shots at the approaching ship.
All of them hit, but the Pyramidion appeared completely undamaged. It came kerosening straight into the city walls, in a perfect position to cause destruction. Instead, it stopped short in front on the Burning Skies Saloon, paused, and chute vented into the ground, landing with a thunderous boom that still didn't manage to harm the ship.
Out of the HMCS Duck Pharaoh lept N-Sunderland, his flare gun glistening as always in his right hand, and his mallet at the ready in his left hand.
"I heard you could use an extra man."
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