Beautiful Illusion

The strangely-coloured female seated herself almost uncaringly upon the wooden surface of the bar, not bothering to pass gold across it for her beverage. She simply sipped at the water softly, a smirk growing on her lips, eyes still shrouded from the rest of the being in the bar.

"You ungrateful, greedy bitch! Where's my money!?" The bar tender yelled, not quite brave enough to hit at the female, who continued to drink, absent-mindedly - though the smirk on her lips soon twisted to a look of anger. She slammed the glass down with the kind of force that should have shattered it. Her hair whipped alongside her head, as she turned on the male ... though still, her eyes remained shrouded.

"You're almost as greedy as I am." The female murmured, with two fingers on each side of the bar tender's neck. Though they did not reach that far, the bronze serpents that wound their way around her wrists seemed to slither up her hands, until their forked tounges, too, were touching the man's neck.

"Of course ... you have no right to ask someone who lives to gain treasure for money! Heh. You have no idea how stupid you must look." The anger shown on her face quickly twisted back to a smirk, as the snakes continually neared the man's neck. She would not kill him. She could see that he had had quite the shock, simply from seeing the bronze snakes.

"Consider yourself very lucky." She warned, her voice dropping to a near whisper, as she withdrew her hands, jumping from the bar and heading towards a corner of the building. The fact that she had left her drink behind did not phase her - she simply rested her serpantine back against a cool wall of the bar, arms folded lightly below her chest. She seemed to pay intent interest to the serpents that had just moved, almost as though she was talking to them ... but who was crazed enough to wear live serpents?

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Masked_Felix

The commotion of the pub could be heard from the street, which worked well for Orochimaru. In such a new and strange place as this he wasn't sure that he wanted to be noticed,not even if he was at full capacity. The Sannin silently opened the door, managing to avoid the clinging of the bell with practiced Ninja ease, and made his way to the bar.

"Give me a bottle. I don't care what as long as it's strong" he said, keeping his eyes on the people of the tavern rather than the man he was addressing.

"A bottle? You?", the bartender chuckled. "Son, you don't look a day over sixtee--" his words were cut off as snakes grappled onto a large bottle of particularly strong looking alcohol from behind the bartender before retracting back around the corner of the bar and into Orochimaru's wrist, nestling the bottle in his outstretched fingers. With his other hand, Orochimaru put two coins on the counter and turned his head to meet the Bartender's eyes with his own snakelike pupils.

"Next time, don't make me get it myself" he said in his serpentine, raspy voice. The man grunted, collected the coins, and went back to sweeping the floor. He had got his money, so there was no need to complain. Orochimaru took his bottle and made his way to a relatively secluded corner of the pub, hoping that he hadn't caught too much attention with that stunt. After taking a seat at an empty table he took a large swig of the beverage before once again looking and listening for useful information about this place that he'd found himself in. He needed to tread lightly here. There were odd creatures with powers that exceeded his own.

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Eliwood21

There was a sudden rustle of the door; the rustle became more aggresive and louder by the second....and then it fell silent. The door finally opened, and the young man behind it charged inside falling towards the ground, catching the ground with his right hand. He stood back up quickly tore off what little scrap of cloak was still attached to his neck and threw it back to the storm. "YOU PIECE OF CRAP!"

Closing the door afterwards he turned back around, walked towards a vacant seat at the bar, and wiped away what drips of water remained on his figure. Using a quick jump he fell onto the seat with both feet prompted on top. His face was full of curiosity as he squinted his eyes towards the bartender as he appeared to be cleaning a glass. "Sir~...~sir~...." Slowely he began to gradually tap his left fist against the top of the bar. A grin began to crawl on the face of the young man. "SIR~, SIR~, ~SIR~!!" Almost instantaneous, the bartender shoved his face towards the young man"What do you want?!" The young man leaned back alittle while the grin became a smile. "Oi oi, I got your attention! Can I trouble you for a glass of water?"

The young man scratched the back of his head while making a mild laugh. The aggrivated bartender retreived a glass, filled it with water, and placed it firmly infront of him before stomping off mumbling. Awawa, perhaps too much? The young man thought at first, but just shrugged it off while gulping down a portion of the water.

Taking a slight look around after finally remembering he is in a bar, he could tell that there were some people that were bound to be grim if talked too. Hardly was there ever a guy close to his own nature. Ah, look what you got yourself into Eliwood....yet another rough crowd. He let out a deep sigh, took a smaller sip of the water, and began to swag side to side while humming to himself.

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Kei

OOC: I'm guessing Krudule was talking to Mato, BV.

The Saiya-jin's eyes quickly moved to his left, spotting a figure blocking a bit of light from his seated body. He eyed the man up and down for a few seconds, wondering where he had come from, and why he randomly asked for Mato's name. Of course, he cut his black pupils from Krudule, turning back to his glass.

"It's more polite if you speak your own name before requesting another's," he commented when he shifted his gaze to outside of the window, obviously attempting to act as if he were ignoring Krudule.

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king omega

The wind was begining to pick up outside making the rain seem much worse. A large figure dress in black with pale white skins, and black stripes on either side of his face, walks in to the bar.

He immedetialy takes the focus away from most of the other figures in thr crowded room. He glares at the crowd as he approaches the bartender.

"Bottle of Vodka." The figure moans in a low dark voices to the bartender, glaring with his eyes downturned towards him. Eyes full of dark hatred that could only come from Hell.

"Really? Alright, just don't get too drunk." He says as he prepares the figure's drink.

" You won't need to worry about that." He moans as he takes the bottle and heads to a dark corner, glaring at the masses as he passed by to his seat.

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Death greets me warm, now I will just say good-bye

Eliwood21

While sipping at the water that was nearing depletion, Eliwood leaned back in his seat to the point where he could see completely behind him....as long as he pressed his legs against the bar to prevent himself from falling off. Hmm..two big guys arguing....blah blah....women...later.... Then, something caught his eye; a young child whiter than anyone he has ever encountered. This shot his curiousity sky high... perhaps some humor is in order?

Eliwood grasped his glass, slid off the seat, and spiritedly strided over to the table occupied by the odd child. As though he had been openly invited to join, he jumped over the seat opposite of the child's position and slung his legs over to his right. Eliwood put on the kindest smile in his arsenal, "My, your skin sure is bright to my eyes! Been outside in a while?" Eliwood went for a drink of his water, but was taken by the sight of seeing alcohol in the hands of someone so young. "Ah, you are not as young as you look, heh? Whatcha got there?" Eliwood's eyes lightened with glee as he remembered something, "Hey, want to see a nice little trick I developed a while ago?"

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Amerowolf

Zwolf placed her chin in her palm and kneaded it dully, listening to the many different conversations waiting for one to catch her fancy. She watched a young man get up from the bar with his glass and slide on over to a pale young man. He started off oddly, paying him what seemed to be some sort of observation, yet it came off more as some sort of off color compliment.

The one sided conversation went on, the chattery man finally stopped when he inquired whether the pale boy wanted to see a trick. Zwolf couldn't contain herself. She leaned back in her chair chuckling loudly, eagerly awaiting to where this interesting, or perhaps mistakenly sexual, conversation would go.

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Fury

With only a small squeak from the opening door, a man stood tall in the entrance to the bar. The man's eyes moved with slow suspision across the bar's patrons. His brow shifted a bit as his gaze fell on some more 'unique' people in the bar, but just as fast, if not faster, had his interest appeared, it faded dramatically.

With a small shake of his head, the man closed his eyes. Although his eyes closed, his mouth slowly began to creep open. Could the man be addressing someone?

"..."

The only thing that escaped the man's lip was an overly exagerated sigh. His lips sealed shut yet again after his 'quiet outburst' and began to move his feet. His eyes had opened again and were now focused on a seat towards the back and away from the crowd. The man tread so gently that not a sound came from the metal boots on his feet making contact with the cold, hard ground.

As he found his seat, the man was handed a piece of paper that the woman next to him called a menu. He hardly thought of it as that. It appeared to merely be a list with the names of the alcoholic beverages served randomly scribbled on a wrinkled piece of paper. At last though, the man found something that wouldn't be killing off his brain cells, a cup of hot tea. He didn't expect anything fresh from such a place, but a simple tea bag would suit him just fine right now.

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Eliwood21

"...Go ahead, show me this trick".

Upon hearing those words, a large grin formed as Eliwood tightened the grip of his right hand creating a fist, raised it above his head, and gave out a laugh. "OH YEAH~!" Eliwood eyed around the bar in case someone else happened to want to watch. Instantly the chuckling lady caught his attention. A grin appeared on his face as he turned back to the table. He stood up from his seat and reached into his kimono with his left hand. It took awhile, but Eliwood managed to find the item he was looking for. He pulled out....a little, black sketchbook with white scratches that resemble a word: Death.

Eliwood placed a finger inside of the sketchbook, prying open to a random page, and with leveled his left hand up to his mouth. He took a small bite of his index finger, allowing blood to be released by a small amount, and began to scribble in the book. After finishing, he ripped out the page written on, and displayed the page to the child.

"See what I have written here? Hm~?" The page displayed a wave of blood....a random wave. Eliwood took a step back with his left foot, raised his head to a upward tilt, and crumbled the page between his right palm. Slowely he crumbled and fumbled around with the paper in his hand while staring down at the child. After a few minutes Eliwood pointed his right hand palm up, and slowely revolved it around until his thumb parallel to the table.

His fingers gradually moved away from the paper until it fumbled out of his last finger to be moved. For a moment, Eliwood just stayed standing there, starring at the child raising his eyebrows as if he should be suprised; his nostrils stretching as if taunting the child to dare question what was happening.

Eliwood sat back down on the chair, and took grasp at the piece of paper. Slowely he displayed it to the child while unfolding it. When finally straightened out....the wave became a sketched portrait of the child....all in red of course. Eliwood looked at it as well to even amaze himself; he let out a loud laugh of satisfaction. "Oh-ho! It actually worked! Well well? What do you think child? Pretty damn impressive don't you think? I would have never imagined that it would finally work..." Eliwood scratched the front of his head as if he even pondered how it finally worked.

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Masked_Felix

Orochimaru could only put his palm to his forehead and rub his temples trying to massage away the pain of enduring the sight of such a socially awkward gesture. After that failed, he raised the bottle of staunch alcohol to his mouth and emptied the remaining liquid in a series of burning chugs that left him a bit watery eyed. That's when he noticed that it was quiet in the bar. Dead. Quiet. Everyone was looking at the table where he and the hazel eyed fellow sat, waiting for his response. Eager to be out of such a situation, the young Sannin's mind raced at possible courses of action from hurtling himself out of the window to letting loose a Futon: Daitoppa that leveled the place. Then, whether due to the effects of the massive amount of the beverage just consumed or to the genius mind of his, Orochimaru had the solution. He set the bottle quietly back on the table and slowly stood to his feet, never breaking eye contact with the stranger. Each of his hands raised from his sides until they were at the right height to begin a flurry of hand seals.

Clap. Clap. Clap. The sound filled the quiet pub, and soon others stood, first one, then many, joining in on the action. Before long, the place was filled with cheers and raging applause as merriment and drunken clamor reclaimed the place. Orochimaru nodded to the man as a means of excusing himself and once again made his way to the bar. Motioning for the barkeep's attention, a whispered inquiry was made.

"Ho-ho-ho", the large man laughed, "It's down that hall to your right". Orochimaru thanked the man for the directions and shuffled through the patrons before entering the door leading to relief from both the awkwardness of the situation, however humorous, as well as the quickly digested drink.

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Eliwood21

Eliwood remained stationary as the child made his way towards the bar. He let out a laugh, "Haha! Took much for ya heh? Haha, don't blame ya." He continued to laugh proudly until gradually turning into a chuckle as the child moved farther and farther away.

As the child disappeared from sight, Eliwood smacked his left hand against his head. GAH! STUPID IDIOT! What the hell was that crap?! Eliwood's jaw dropped alittle as he squinted his eyes in shame. "Awawa....you need to think of something else. *Sigh* Ah oh well...." Silently he placed the sketchbook back into his kimono, leaned back in his seat, and stared up at the ceiling.

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Null

A medium-sized man of an athletic build strolled almost casually into the bar, pushing the door open with no real show. He was dressed strangely; almost as though he was ready for battle. A large metallic arm guard coiled around his left arm, as though it was some sort of full-arm shield. The man kept his head low, and approached the bar, perching on one of the free stools.

"Get us a cold one, man." He ordered, sliding a single silver piece across the bar. The barkeep obliged, pushing back a tall, frosty beer in return. The man named Sihfer nodded his head in thanks, before standing - beer in hand - and walking about the bar with a fairly observational look about him.

"Hm..." he said quietly to nobody in particular as he ran his free hand through his wild hair. "What an interesting bunch, eh?"

Beautiful Illusion

Almost as a moth to the flame, the female's eyes were quickly drawn to the piece of silver that the newcomer pushed across the bar. It disappeared quickly, as the keeper took it in his palm, however, she had long since learned that when it came to riches, as with anything, there was more than met the eye - and from the male's manner of dress, such a thing certainly seemed to be the case. Jemmelle approached him quietly, readying her slender palms, a smirk on her thin lips.

"They are interesting indeed. Diverse as nature itself." She commented, her eyes still hidden ... if they could be seen, it would be evident that she was searching the man. She was a mistress of disguise - though her eyes were elsewhere, she kept her head inclined towards him, as though she was still talking.

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