Local Hangout: Kami's Pub~ Da R33L Muthaphukken Karaoke Contest! >:D

[Island of 1,000 Condiments]

Kami's Pub:
Far above West City, an intergalactic inn rests for the Gods. Martial Artists, Monks, and Mercenaries alike frequent this small pub. Each ranges from Kaioshin to Demons, to Saiyan-jin to Namekians. From ethnic diversity to completely different species, anyone is allowed to settle down for a drink. Stop by, order a round, and unwind!

Rules:
- Avoid violence.
- Avoid vulgar language.
- Keep in mind, this is Non-Canon.

Niku Edit: Due to excessive abuse of the bartender, Island and I have agreed to make him a playable NPC for the mods, as well as give him a "substantial" amount of power. Next person who tries to exploit him by making themselves look badass at his expense is going to get their character dragged out of the bar and humiliated in the streets. It's gotten that old, people. From now on, be careful to mind what you say, unless you wish to receive a hardcore spanking. That's all. :D

[Lazlo]

The rain pitter pattered on the roof of the bar as the wind howled outside. It was a stormy night, one of the worst there had been in that area in some time. The single glass door of the small pub creaked open, ringing the bells above, as a large, wet man stepped inside.

He was about 6'3, perhaps 6'6 when his gravity defying hair was taken into account. His chest was broad, he was built like a freight train, weighing in at at least 220 pounds. His face was well defined and scarred from years of constant battle. He wore a black martial arts robe which hung loosely from his massive frame. That which at first seemed to be a belt holding up his pants turned out to be a tail, the trademark of the man's saiyajin's heritage. The amount of energy eminating from him suggested he was at least a mid ranked warrior on his home world. He had come to Earth the train and learn some of the obscure techniques practiced by the planet's more...unique warriors.

"Great..." The bartender said quietly as he washed a cup. "Another one of these apes..."

"It is ironic that you say that, human, as you are more closely related to the uncivilized apes of this world than I." The man shot back, somehow having heard the bartender from across the room over the rain and thunder.

"Uh...you...heard....me?" The barkeep replied, his voice tembling.

"There is no need to fear me. I have no quarrel with you," The saiyajin replied, taking a seat at the bar. "Just watch your tongue, unless you'd rather it be torn from your head."

[Amerowolf]

The bell above the door tingled as the pub door opened, the door, or rather the person behind it seemed to pause. The door closed slightly, then opened again, this time rang fully as a small hooded figure stepped inside. She was protected from the rain outside by the loose brown hooded trench coat that hung loosely around her small frame.

She took off the jacket, shaking the water droplets out the door before hanging it on the coat rack. The girl seemed sickly pale, strands of silky black hair had drooped into her face making her seem even more lifeless. She was clad in thick black clothes, which clung to her tiny from. Her curious green eyes--perhaps the only lively part about her appearance--darted around the bar.

"Some rain out there." She said cheerful to the bartender as she sat down at a table, showing no interest in ordering anything to drink. He grunted in acknowledgment. He didn't seem to be in a good mood, shooting a hateful glance to one of the other patrons. She stared thoughtfully out the window, a pleasant smile on her face, seeming mearly thankful to be out of the rain, yet still appreciating it.

[Beautiful Illusion]

"Apes, hm? So we're not alone." The female murmured to herself, removing the sheet that covered her head as she stepped through the door. Droplets of rain ran off her skin - a bizarre shade, almost a tan colour, though unmistakeably somewhat green. Anyone might have said she would have caught her death of cold from the attire she wore; a simple green bandeau disguised a seemingly average chest, matched by cropped pants. It looked as though she had fashioned the outfit herself. Bronze serpents wound their way up her legs and back - it was difficult to say whether or not they were alive ... they looked real enough, but who, truly, was so insane that they would wear live serpents?

"Water." She spoke quietly, her voice a low tone. She did not look at the bar tender as she made her order. Her eyes could not be seen beneath a mop of hair, shorter one side than the other, but completely intentional. She did not take a seat. Her eyes simply rested upon each tenant of the bar in turn - it was apparent that she was not blind, though difficult to see exactly how her vision was not completely obscured. In fact, it was a matter of training the eye to see what she wanted it to ... without her own gaze being seen.

[Kei]

Sitting in a secluded, dark corner of the bar, a man rested behind the table that was placed in front of his muscular build. Under a white and beige, chest-covering armor worn by the typical Saiya-jin--however, the male's armor was cut at the shoulders--a red gi covered most of his frame. His arms were bended to support his head, with his padded hands holding his face under the chin. Running up the entirety of his right arm was a large scar, showing the pink of his meat. It was obvious that it meant something to him, as he kept looking down at it every few minutes, like some kind of memory that he kept running through his head with every glance.

"Damn, boring as always..." he muttered under his breath, moving his left hand to brush through his wild hair, even though it didn't do anything--the hair moved back into the same position it just was; it was a Saiya-jin thing.

[Kurushimi]

Another man entered the bar from the stormy weather. His skin and hair were as pale as snow, at a complete contrast to his eyes which were black as night. Strangely, the water that covered him was evaporating extremely quickly, as though his very skin was as hot as coal. He made his way to the front of the bar, a cloud of steaming drifting behind him. He sat down on a stool and called for the bartender.

"What'll it be" the bartender asked.

"A Cocktail" He responded.

A few seconds later the bartender handed him a small glass of alcohol. He took the glass but, strangely, did not drink it. He, instead, took one finger and dipped it into a the drink. The cocktail instantly burst into strange black flames. The flames burned for a few seconds and then dissappeared. The clear wine that once filled the glass was now replaced by a thick red liquid.

"Turning wine into blood? Watch out, Jesus, you got competition" he said while laughing.

He took his glass of blood and drinked heartily.

[Amerowolf]

Zwolf clicked her tongue as the ran began to slow, "Curious bar." she stated very clearly to herself. Her eyes flicked around with quick analyzing glares. "Demons...Saiyans." she said as if taking an inventory. These, of course, were nothing new to her, she'd fought with a lot of different people from all sorts of races over the years.

"I don't think I've ever seen such a well behaved bunch of brutes." The bar wasn't crowded, her voice carried around the bar as she looked around, challenging anyone with her eyes.

[burningvegeta]

If you were oblivious to the rustling noises of the bar, and didn’t mind the battering cry of the rain aided by the wind storm the bar itself was almost silent.

An explosion of red was hurled through the bar's entrance and to then comically plummet upon the dampened floor, making a rather loud clatter. The door of the bar blew open as a body completely draped from shoulder to foot bottom in the most beautiful but soaked cerise cape; lay their silently on the floor. He moved his shaded head full of the most celestial cobalt hair under his arm to see the doorway welcoming the wind and rainfall. The bar door itself was almost torn from its hinges.

With a head full of such hair he was definably a man, maybe even a Saiyanjin for a man to have such lengthy, untidy hair was uncommon. He moved his head facing the door back from under his arm to enfold his cape over his head, to then only to fail, having half of the top of his head showing while the other was visible to all that looked upon him to see. He dropped his head upon the ground, too embarrassed to arise. A great but chilled sigh came from beneath the cape. "...sigh"

[Gosan]

"I must have gone nuts, walking into a bar like this. Then again, I'm no longer a monk any more ..." Rei muttered darkly, casually walking into the bar to many strangers. It was obvious he was out of his comfort zone, though convinced himself he should at least try to fit into society if he were to get used to living in the city like this.

"A glass of water please, thank you" he said to the bartender simply once sitting on the stool., unaware that he was 18 and legally able to drink. Though even if he knew, his monk like morals wouldn't allow him even though he left the temple. He sighed and calmed his mind, his sixth sense picking up the energies from around him to his amazement.

"incredible! These people aren't ordinary to say the least, they all hold a strong ki signature like my own. They must be strong, or even stronger than myself. Looks like I have a lot more training to do, it's likely that some of them will enter a martial arts competition if there was one. With my current intensity of training, I would not be ready for the day that I fight one of them in the arena" he thought, receiving his glass of water and sipping it distractively whist still pondering on what he discovered.

[Lazlo]

Another saiyajin... Brutus thought to himself. He seems powerful aswell, perhaps this place isn't so bad...

Brutus simply sat in his corner, sipping a beer. He was quite content to watch the action unfold before him. He rarely trusted those who hadn't proven themselves in battle first, this day would be no different. At this rate, however, it would only be a matter of time before they had a chance to do so. The war between the Saiyajin Empire and the Changelings was in full bore and ever expanding, threatening to envelop Earth at any point.

He hoped that day would come soon.

OOC: Anyone interested in forming a clan with your favorite mod? *Cough*KEIGOSANAMEROWOLF*Cough*

[Amerowolf]

OOC: Lol, K.

Zwolf smirked as two more proud Saiyans entered this bar. She wondered what sort of saiyan catnip, so to say, was spread around this bar that attracted so many strong warriors. "Strapping young lads." she nodded to the new men in the bar in greeting, starting to lean back in the chair.

"So...Not a talkative bunch, are you?" She said breaking the still awkward silence. "I guess I have to wait till you pump yourselves with drinks."

[Pyro Bastard]

OOC: Lazlo, don’t go after Amero. I was plannin’ on making an assassins/thieves only clan based for only items and money and she looked good for it. >_>

As newcomers entered, none seemed to notice the shadow in the darkest part of the room. Very little light appeared in such an area which would cause some to wonder what could be there. Those that got near the area could easily feel an ominous presence but as soon as light was shone into the damned spot, nothing could be seen. When darkness crept back over the area, the same presence could be felt.

To make things worse, any person who quietly listened to the spot could hear a feint muttering of incoherent words. Those who sat near the area left swearing the spot was cursed but no mater what means of purification was used, the noise and presence never ceased. The only thing that the owner could do was try to put lighting up, but those lights were quickly destroyed by an unseen substance coving the area in darkness once more.

[Kei]

OOC: Sure, Laz.

Sipping on the beverage that was placed in front of him, Mato quietly eyed the bodies in the area. There wasn't anything noticeably special, except the fellow Saiya-jin in another corner. It would probably be the smart choice to ally himself with someone he knew the most about, if something were to happen. But, there still was that side that didn't trust anything with a furry tail because of past events.

Passing the thoughts along, Mato shrugged slightly to himself and drunk his alcohol once more. His moment of peace didn't last long before someone spoke, directly to him and any other Saiya-jin in the area. Part of him wanted to quietly ignore the female, but that wasn't his nature.

"I'd pump you full of something, alright," he half-whispered, in an attempt to throw off the direction of the sound.

[burningvegeta]

Ashamed and manically miserable Krudule picked himself up, extremely slowly still hoping that no one would notice him. None had noticed that he had lain upon the floor for quite a few minutes now.

While he was on the floor he had already managed to utilize his scouter to view every single person that was present in the bars power level. Although every time he tried to scan the corner the scouter’s visual number strangely nebulous. "Darn it..not again". Krudule patted himself down and rearranged the scouter upon his face what he thought was rather handsome for a Saiyan, there was no mark upon it, he considered himself a flawless being.

Krudule looked around and immediately spotted two Saiyans. He approached the one with small but quick steps; he appeared to be extremely impatient. "State your name Saiyan" quick to jump the gun, or quick to end his life Krudule spoke at the wrong time, at the same time he realised the rugged Saiyan was addressing a female. Krudule could do nothing but smirk as the Saiyan was nothing but ugly.