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12/3/2015 10:31:25 PM
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[spoiler]Bumped Qrows bio.[/spoiler]
In the new ships bar, a group of people are huddled around something. Their cheering and yelling. A younger man is fighting with Qrow. Qrow easily dodges the punches and knees his in the chest. The younger man doubles over for a second and yells and then charges at Qrow. He tries to push Qrow but he doesn't even budge. Qrow smiles and punches him out cold. He inspects the boys body and takes his wallet. "Alright boys, all drinks on me!" The crowd cheers and goes to drink.
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"Free drinks? I'm in."
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*he hears talking in the far end of the room before a loud gunshot and a thud* Nice try royal flush next time play your cards right
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"Heh. I love this crowd." He downs another whiskey.
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*several more gunshots follow as well as the sound of shattering glass and wood*
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He looks at the sound.
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*he sees a man in a black trench coat that reaches his ankles beating several men to the ground then smashing glass bottles over their heads* This business is none of your concern alcoholic
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"Ok one, alcoholic is a compliment. And two, nice trench coat."
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*one of the men pulls a pistol and shoots the man in the head spilling blood on his coat* Now my coat's gonna stain
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"That's a shame."
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Well I suppose I'll leave him to your fate...make it entertaining and I'll give you the most expensive thing I have in my pockets *the man has his knees broken then slid across the room*
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Qrow simply walks over and snaps the mans neck. "Not cool man."
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Oh really? And why is that? *kicks a table over grabbing a guitar case*
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"Look can you just, stop trashing the place? This is supposed to be my inner sanctum. I don't need serial killers ruining my peace." He downs another whiskey.
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Inner sanctum is the last thing you should call this hell hole. Seems like you can't handle your alcohol
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"I'm ffffffffine." He burps.
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Were I come from these things don't like to stay dead for very long so if they start moving destroy their body or run like hell *walks out tossing a grenade like object next to the corpses*
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"Mmkay."
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Edited by Forlorn Crow: 12/4/2015 1:01:51 AM*the grenade sprays the bodies with a fluid that makes them start steaming and violently convulsing* Carpe noctem
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"Mmmmmkay."
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[b]a Spartan walks into the bar[/b]
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Qrow looks at the spartan and rolls his eyes. "Great. Another goodie two shoes." He mutters under his breath and takes a drink of whiskey.
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[b]you are greeted by a female voice[/b] "Mind telling me what that was about?"
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"It's none of your business, spartan. Go save some orphans." He downs his whiskey.
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Edited by Kain The Slain: 12/4/2015 12:01:09 AM[b]she walks over, grabs the glass of whiskey and pours it onto the floor[/b] "Or you could tell me what happened" [b]she stands talker than everyone on the bar at 6'11 just under 7 feet tall[/b]
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He laughs out loud. "You think I'm scared of you? Just because of your fancy armor, weapons and Captain America serum doesn't make you scary! So I'll tell you again." He stands up and looks up at you with a smirk on his face. "None. Of your. Business. So if you don't mind, I'm gonna play some cards." He pats you on the shoulder and winks at you. "Stay safe, cupcake."
