Monika stepped once again into the bar. "Well, now, this is interesting..."
She sat down at her seemingly always unoccupied spot and laid out a book. Maybe more technology stolen from far superior races? Who knows.
Either way, she occupied herself by studying and researching each page.
She sat down at her seemingly always unoccupied spot and laid out a book. Maybe more technology stolen from far superior races? Who knows.
Either way, she occupied herself by studying and researching each page.
As Nolegs inspected the monolith pieces... One of them made a explosion which just alt-deleted the table. And knocking back Nolegs into a wall.
"AHH-"
CRASH! That's gonna look like that hurt.
"I'm okay- My tail broke my hard landing... okay my tail broke- i am not okay-"
"AHH-"
CRASH! That's gonna look like that hurt.
"I'm okay- My tail broke my hard landing... okay my tail broke- i am not okay-"
“Good job.” And that was obvious sarcasm from Smolensk.
"Ah censored off will ya?" Nolegs then rolled to the pieces. "Ugh, god damn it. i forgot that some of them explodes. Well then, if i have to murder some more cosmic monoliths, i would." And then, Nolegs yawned. "But rn, i need to-" ...And Nolegs became knocked out sleep after a second. "Zzz..."
Azumi picked up a shard of the monolith.
"Hmm... Could have some interesting magic!"
"Hmm... Could have some interesting magic!"
Kioshi walked to Monika "Welcome I guess," She shrugged "want a drink while your here?"
Nolegs got up instantly and rolled in front of the pieces. "WOAH WOAH WOAH! HOLD UP! Don't even touch them!"
"Why?" the looked over to the cat
Kioshi wrote:
Kioshi walked to Monika "Welcome I guess," She shrugged "want a drink while your here?"
Monika looked up and shook her head. "No, I'm usually only here to sleep or research. And... to avoid my problems."
She sighed and looked at the aircraft she had come in upon, which was falling apart. She set her blade leaning on the table, then continued writing in her book.
Kioshi wrote:
"Why?" the looked over to the cat
“….That…you know what, I’m not going to ask questions.”
The Tauric Griffin designated as Tharraleos made his entrance into the establishment next. He approached the bar and placed his lower body in a sitting position while resting his elbows on the counter. Exhaling deeply from the nares of his beak, the avain feline began to wind down from his extensive travels.
blowtorching some werewolf to death ignoring everyone i mean it was shade what do you expect
DeAndre was sitting under a tree until he saw a blow torch beinging used he went back to listening to music off his phone
“Well, that’s…just great?”
“I prefer guns, but thanks anyway.”
"i have a shotgun with incendiary rounds if you want that but meh more fun with the blowtorch" and back to using the blowtorch on the beast
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