begad
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Post by begad on May 30, 2016 21:58:28 GMT
"Can't trust a man in costume, eh?" chuckled Ormen, pouring Brianna a coke. "I'm sure he was just being friendly. Or hoping to get friendly, as it were. Still, can't be too careful."
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Post by midnightlapis on May 30, 2016 22:46:40 GMT
Shura grimaced a little at what Brianna said. She'd witnessed creepers attempting to slip who-knows-what into unsuspecting women's drinks before. As much as she was getting along with Ormen, she had to silently disagree with on the cat guy just "being friendly."
"Good call," she interjected, finishing off the rest of her water.
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Post by 1ring42 on May 30, 2016 23:29:05 GMT
"Oh so random number generators are perfectly fine?" She smirked. "And I bet you do prefer text, after all it's much better to do that one handed, isn't it?" She smirked and turned towards Ms. Green. "Pleased to meet you, and staying sober is a great idea, after all we have this one creep talking about getting touchy touchy, can you believe him?"
Artemis smirked and took a few more bites of nachos. "Us girls got to watch each others backs, most of these costumed guys are starting seem like real predators."
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Post by masterdrake on May 31, 2016 1:27:27 GMT
"The costume had nothing to do with the attitude," Brianna commented as she took the coke, "And hoping to get friendly is one thing. Stacking the deck through trickery... that's a sign that something really vile is around."
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Post by Belloc on May 31, 2016 2:12:08 GMT
Chloe found her way to the bar and restaurant beside the convention. Not much else held any real interest to her, but the bar offered a place to watch all the monsters come and go and listen in on conversation. She walked up to the bar, planted her bottom on one of the stools. A few other girls were chatting about guys being too touchy at the con. Nothing new to her, really. Chloe had expected as much when she joined. Guys in groups were always a bit feely.
"Excuse me," she said, flagging the barman, waiting for him to come over. She still had the brochure from the outdoor booth, and unfolded it, considering what sort of equipment she'd need for her trip.
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Post by peridot on May 31, 2016 3:05:37 GMT
Yuri, wearing a blue and white Japanese school uniform with a red bow around the collar, strolled up towards the bar gracefully. She was absolutely exhausted from her early morning exercises, having completed them before she arrived at the con. She approached the bar, hoping they would have her favorite drink, which was Ramune. Yuri took a look around at all the people, admiring their costumes. Some of them looked so realistic!
Sitting herself down on a stool, she waited for the bartender to come towards her, being a bit shy about ordering a drink.
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ScrambleandClick
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Post by ScrambleandClick on May 31, 2016 3:34:21 GMT
"No." Ivershka scoffed. "Random number generators aren't context sensitive. And yes, being able to do it one-handed is an obvious advantage in text-based roleplays. But it is not the primary reason. I swear you're deaf sometimes."
Then, he heard what he was saying to Ms. Green and the other women in the bar. The dragon wasn't a creep! He didn't try to slip weird shit into other people's drinks! His expression suddenly turned from timid to sour. "Take that back." He growled.
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begad
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Post by begad on May 31, 2016 4:29:23 GMT
"Oi! No starting fights at the bar," said Ormen, sternly, to Ivershka. "You kids start anything I'll call security right away. Ormen went over to Chloe and Yuri, glad that business was picking up. All these girls looked so interesting. He wondered if any had his number.
"Hello there ladies..." he said. "Can I get the both of you something? First one is free for the girls."
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Post by peridot on May 31, 2016 6:28:12 GMT
Yuri drew her attention back to the bartender, smiling politely at him. It was almost as if she was letting her guard down. How many monsters would really be attending a convention, she thought.
"Oh, it's free? I was wondering if you have any Ramune. It's my absolute favorite drink ever!" she grinned. Perhaps she would even make friends here.
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Post by 1ring42 on May 31, 2016 13:42:08 GMT
Artemis finished her nachos and looked Ivershka directly in the eyes without flinching. "Make me. After all it's not my fault you can't take a fucking joke. Seriously what're you gonna do? Hit a girl? That would only prove a point I wasn't even making because. It. Was. A. Fucking. Joke." The butterfly knife handle twirled a bit faster and it clicked open just enough for the dragon to see the sharp surprise the little wooden rod held. However it was closed well before anyone else could really notice it unless they were staring at her hand.
"Don't. You. Fucking. Dare assume shit about me. I've been around. I've seen the shadows of society and all the fucking bogeymen that hide there. And places like these attract scum like them like flies. This fucking con is full of predators who will fucking take what they want and leave nothing behind of the girl who's life they ruined. These bastards feel so free, thinking their fucking masks and shadows will keep them safe and anonymous. But the thing is, Lizzie boy, Karma is a bitch and she has one hell of a sense of smell."
With that Artemis deliberately turned from the dragon and back to the bartender. "Get me another iced tea and a single shot of scotch on the rocks."
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ScrambleandClick
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Post by ScrambleandClick on May 31, 2016 14:10:35 GMT
Artemis had struck more nerves than she thought. Lumping him with scum like the rest of the monsters? Those men were murderers. He wasn't. At least whenever he ate, none of his prey went to waste.
And how dare she use the word predator like that. That word was sacred to him. It was the banner flag that all of the persecuted animals rode under because they were "too cruel". Yet, humans killed them willy nilly while eating scrambled bird children. The sacred word for the hunted hunters was also bastardized to mean, "Person with sleazy sexual behaviour".
His brows crumpled. His face almost completely turned red with fury.
Then, he looked on the bright side. He stopped grimacing at her and started laughing slowly, lowly like someone who just lost a loved one. The pace of his laughter quickened to that of a maniac.
He found an ally. And that ally was one that'd surely kill him once he revealed his true colors. Maybe he should be thankful for that in case he went insane.
Ivershka picked up his belongings, stood up, and forced a smile at Artemis. "Well, I'm glad that you're looking out for your people. Live long and prosper, all right?"
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Post by midnightlapis on May 31, 2016 14:14:44 GMT
Shura raised her eyebrows but kept her gaze downcast as she tucked away some chips, listening to the feud that was starting to get out of hand. Ivershka was apparently the short-tempered type; she half-expected him to start spouting flames from his mouth. She could've tried playing the mediator, but Ormen had already handled that. Somewhat, at least. Shura noted the knife that Artemis was still twirling.
She let a small sigh of relief slip out as two other women joined the bar.
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begad
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Post by begad on May 31, 2016 15:40:08 GMT
Ormen sighed, not having noticed the blade of the knife, but having noticed the altercation. However, it did look like Ivershka was getting ready to leave. Of course, Artemis might follow him and start something... but that wasn't any of his business then.
"You know you two..." he said. "There's a perfectly good alleyway out back if you want to fight, and lots of nice hotel rooms if you need some time to work out your issues..."
With a sheepish smile, he dug around for a bottle of Ramune, handing it to Yuri. "Sorry ladies," he said to Shura and Yuri. "Looks like some people take their make believe games and costume conventions deathly seriously. I suppose there's nothing we can do but envy their dedication to the craft," he added dryly. He gave Artemis especially a pointed look. "You know, its not appreciated to go screaming off like this about the event and the people here. Sure there's some weirdos, but if this isn't your scene, you can move along, you know?"
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Post by masterdrake on May 31, 2016 16:44:35 GMT
"...Well damn, it feels like I set off a land mine," Brianna muttered, before taking a quick swallow of her drink.
"Could we talk about something else for a bit? I was hoping to relax and have fun here..."
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Post by 1ring42 on May 31, 2016 18:37:41 GMT
Artemis couldn't keep her straight face once he started laughing. She chuckled back and him and as he left she held up her palm with her middle and ring fingers separated, the well known Vulcan salute.
However once the dragon was gone she turned back to the bartender. "You did hear me ask for the refill and scotch right? I need to rehydrate after those deliciously salty nachos." She smirked and spun the butterfly knife one more time before sticking it back in it's hidden holster.
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