"Heathens" - Anti-Hero chill RP.

[serpington]

"I'm sureyour claws are plenty danumerous, but my swords are the more beautiful." He half sung the second half of the sentence, only jokingly serious about the claim and wholly trying to bug her for her reaction.

[bohrium]

Roxy let the cool tune wash over her. Who knew killers were such good musicians. "Maybe you guys should consider music if the mercenary work ever goes bust," she commented while sipping more of her drink. The music thrummed into her head which was already starting to feel a little airy. Maybe it was time to stop drinking...or not. She drained the rest of the drink and slid a five to the robotic bartender. Another drink was already at her disposal, still bright pink and coyly sweet.


Roxy let out an offended gasp, putting her paw to her chest in mock hurt. "I have you know I just got my claws manicured two days ago. I can't believe you would say that to me." She even started sniffling and wiped a nonexistent tear from her eye. "And here I thought we were getting along nicely."

[The Past]

Remember, this is a PG-13 area. No alcohol abuse. If you are a minor, you should not have your character drink alcohol whatsoever.

Talon ordered another coke as he calmly listened to the music.

[serpington]

"Oh how horrible of me, making you act offended and everything. However could I make it upto you?" He tried to act serious but couldn't keep his playful grin in check for more than a few seconds as he slid his sword back into his bag.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al continued playing for a while before he stopped. "Feels good to be back on the keys..." The wolf looked back to the bar, seeing that they were discussing blades, he decided to give his two bits. Standing, he walked over to Ser and Rox. "I'm sorry, but I think my weapons outclass what you two are packing."

[Shoon]

Shoon got off the drums and stretched "Well that was fun".
Shoon walked back to his seat "I weapons may not be as nice looking but they still pack quite the punch".

[bohrium]

Roxy sheathed her claws so she could rest her head on her paws again, trying her best to muster up a thoughtful expression. "Hmm well you could fight Al for me. He needs to knocked down a peg or to." The strain of her request was to much, her expression faltered as laughter shook out of her chest.

[serpington]

"As a man of honor I'd be happy to try my luck, if you're up for some friendly competition that is Al." Ser looked over at Al, more out of etiquette than to serve any real purpose, his hand resting on the opening of his bag in anticipation.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al raised an eyebrow. "A fight with you would certainly be interesting, now that the idea is out there." The wolf placed a paw onto his katana, ready to unsheathe it should Ser try anything. "But we might tear the place up a bit if we did it inside. Maybe we should take our friendly spar outside, eh?"

[serpington]

"That would be wise, I'm fairly sure they charge us for any damages in here anyway." Standing up Ser happily pulled on his bag and started walking towards the door, curious to see who would follow to watch and who would win.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al followed to the door. "So we doing this fistacuffs? Or are we using weapons?"


((Just saying now, regardless of how the fight goes, no killing. Light injuries will be covered by the robots, but the more serious stuff will take a bit longer.))

[serpington]

"1 sword Vs 1 sword should be fun. Since this is a friendly fight I already know which one I'll be using." Opening the door and walking outside he slowly drew another sword from his bag, this one flowing shades of green and blue with small dots of reds, pinks and yellows making the sheathed blade look like water with petals floating on the surface. The sword was 4 foot long including the hilt with a wooden sheath and grip that seemed to be joined together by 4 sections of wood through the metal guard.


"Whenever you're ready, you may make the first move."

[Farewell]

Zaida had been resting her eyes for some time at the empty booth, ignoring everything around her.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al looked at Ser's weapon. He thought it was too colourful, Al preferring stealthier approaches. "Well, I guess since everything else of mine wouldn't count as a blade, it just leaves my Katanas." Al took his Glaive-erang from his back placing it on the ground. This was followed by a scroll, all 9 of his knives and his second katana. He unsheathed his primary one, the flawless black reflecting light down to the sharpest point at the tip. His blade was 0.9 meters (2.9 feet) long, excluding the red handle with black grip indents. "I'll take this seriously if you promise to as well."

[serpington]

"I will try my best you have no worries.... but I can't promise I'll be serious while doing so." Lifting the blade in his left hand he quickly ran his right along the length of the sheathed blade as if attempting to remove the sheath, but never daring to actually touch it. "Come and try your luck."