"please forgive me, I didn't know"
(magic fool!)
"lady give me my ammo back unless you want me to be unable to do my job"
(MAGIC IS FUNNY))
"you shouldn't need to do your job here Shade"
"you'll get it back when you leave."
"as soon as i leave here my job starts and if my ammo is gone i can't do it plus i could leave randomly thus give me my ammo"
"it will magically be given back to you the second you leave this bar Sir, isn't magic just wonderful"
"magic nearly killed me magic nearly ripped my country to pieces MAGIC is not wonderful!"
"Magic does not discriminate"
"But I'm sorry for what it has done to you"
"just hand me my ammo back please thats all i want i prefer to keep my ammo on me"
*playing rock paper scissors with the tentacle, who she has named dave*
"hands him a bullet, you may chamber this one singular bullet"
(I dont know why I put that whole thing in quotation marks))
"thats fine id rather keep the ammo that i haven't used in years since...well no one needs to know of my choice some years ago"
flare walks into the bar and looks around and then look at the bartender I could use a round of mead please
there was a honk outside. "intercom lines are here! someone help me with these."
Hank hands Flare a tankard of mead before walking over to the front door "Let's go get those intercom lines"
"id rather not my knowledge is to battleships heavy crusiers aircraft carriers and aricrafts you know military stuff"
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