Forums » Fantasy Roleplay » Trixie's Bar (Everyone welcome)

Honey looks at her broom "I swear I hit the side of it" she'd mutter looking at the damage

"Is there any way to replace the broom?", Noros said as he looked at the damage of the broom.

"I can just by a new one, magic pays in small towns," she'd chuckle pulling out a spell book " I should get an actual staff shouldn't I?"

“Hey hey, chill old man, no need to get your old bones moving. I’m simply defending myself from being smacked, that’s all. No stabbing right now… as much as me and Blood would love to, my creator knows there are rules that must be obeyed… so unfortunately, i can’t stab or kill anyone…”

(I forgot to make this a response to Noros getting up with a spear.

"That is propably a good idea through that broom always had a personality", he chuckled as he placed his spear on a nearby table. The kitten was on top of Noros' head.

"Old and still got it", Noros looked at Damian. "Then again nothing ever lasts forever and even bedrock turns into dust", he said with a darker tone then quickly returned to a cheerful tone, "Anyways, self-defense is always a good thing."

"Ahh I guess Ill keep the broom" she'd say buying a new one on basically her worlds equivalent of amazon, a bix flies through a door and hits her in the face "a c k-"

He chuckles. “I know other things that turn to dust…. But unfortunately, some tend to fight back… So irritating.. and that one damned glitch at the end…” Refernce to later characters.

Que Chaos in the background, as Maki is way larger than she's meant to be, "Hehehe-"

"Fighting back and cheating death is what a lot of individuals do", Noros said with a chuckle.

Noel is losing it "and I lost most of my commands, shame-" she'd say switching to cheats

Butter walks in, and falls over immediately

Korby looks over to Butter. "Poyo, Poyo poyo-" ("Oh, a newcomer-") And, Korby tripped on something.

" Not new, more like hunry, do you have anything I could eat, even meat works"

"Poyo-" ("Well-") Korby pulls out a tomato. "Poyo poyo." ("I got a tomato.")

"A giant mech? I've fought plenty of things that could be considered in that realm, from Chaos Knights to Ork Stompas."

"Sir that armor, makes you strong yes?" She'd ask very intrigued

"My strength comes from more than just my armour. As a Space Marine, my body has been molded by the venerate gene-craft of the Imperium of Man to make me an Angel of Death who knows no fear."

"Can we arm wrestle then?" She'd ask

"Sure." He takes a seat at a table and gestures for her to join him.