originally posted in:The New Dojo
[b][u]Four Titans, One Bar, and A Lot of Alcohol[/u][/b]
[i]Bar of Blades, 21:22[/i]
So there it was. A blonde Titan sat at a bar, chugging beer. James finished off his 25th large mug of beer. He was bored, and maybe a little buzzed.
A few seats down, two dark-haired Titans toasted and clinked their rubber mugs together and then chugged. They were giddy. One could not say "Tıddıes" without bursting into a laughter.
One of these two Titans wore a pair of thin-framed glasses. He was very drunk. The other was a rowdy ponytail gal. She was the one who had said "tıddıes". The other one laughed.
Then, a reckless and clearly drunk Titan bursted into a bar. He took his flask of whiskey and drained it faster than Qrow would. He stumbled a bit, knocking down a table.
This older looking newcomer swayed as he stomped over to the bar. His eyes as brown as shit and chocolate hair peppered with greys. He leaned against the bar, then slammed his flask on it.
"More whiskey, on the double," he demanded.
The bartender, a older woman with a nose piercing, scarlet hair, and was built like a Olog, took the flask and filled it up.
"So I'm not the only one a bit buzzed," James muttered.
"Shut your mouth, boy," the newcomer slurred. James looked to the man. A slight chill of fear hit the younger Titan as he saw that scar under his left eye. That one scar.
James then realized, this man was drunker than him. His actions would be slower than his. A smug grin ran across his face, as he quipped, "I'd like to see you try."
The darker-haired Titans, began to chant, "Fight! Fight! Fight!"
The older one dealt the first blow. His fist came crashing into James's jaw. The blonde went flying into the wall, along with a few of his teeth. He got back up, picking up a table and throwing it at the older one.
The older Titan got slammed by the table, stunning him, and knocking him on his butt.
"Jade? You wanna fight these bastards?" The glasses wearing Titan asked.
Jade laughed like a madwomam, and slammed her mug into her friend's face.
"YEOOOW!" he screamed. Blood dripped from his nose.
"You are not a worthy opponent, Blake!" Jade bellowed.
James tackled Jade, shoving her into a table. The table collapsed, and they were on the ground. He grabbed her head, slamming in into the table. The wooden tabletop cracked.
The older Titan, got up again, breaking the tabletop off the rest of the table and smashing it on Blake's head. Blake would step to the side. The table would slam onto his shoulder plating, breaking into two pieces.
He threw both of those pieces at James. Jade rolled them both over, punching his face multiple times. The drunkest grabbed Jade, slamming her into the bar. The next punch was aimed, but slow. Jade grabbed his arm, and judo-flipped him into the ground.
"The Grey man doesn't have as many tricks as you would think," she said. Blake's shoulder would collide with her armpit knocking her down. He turned around.
His and James' fists connected, knocking them both to different ends of the bar. Mason would rise again, "Grey man does still have tricks," he ripped a bar stool from the ground, hit Jade like a golf ball as she flew toward Blake.
He threw the bar stool at the two. James jumped at him, roaring with his fists first. Mason grabbed the blonde's arm, and slammed him into the ground. He picked him back up again, and slammed him into the ground once more, before grabbing his other arm and flinging him into a wall of booze. James groaned as he lie on the ground.
Jade had gotten back up. She picked up Blake, and threw him like a javelin at Mason. Mason would use his elbows to slam down the human projectile.
Jade would charge at Mason, her leg flying to his face. Her foot hit his nose. He yelped, then grabbing her leg and slamming her into the ground.
James rose from behind the bar, ripping the tap out of the wall and throwing it over the bar and sent it smashing into Blake.
Other bargoers either fled or began to fight each other. The entire bar quickly became a mad mess of a minature fights and chairs and glasses flying.
If one were to enter, one would find an absolute madhouse. But was one so brave?
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[i]Rook, feeling gutsy, decided to enter the bar amidst the fighting. He moved cautiously along the wall to avoid any current fight going on as he mad his way to the corner of the bar. [/i] [i]”Why would you enter a place like this?”[/i] [i]His AI whispered to him.[/i] “Easier to get alcohol.” [i]Rook then turned to get the attention of the bartender.[/i] “Any booze still there bartender?” [i]Rook asked with laughter.[/i]
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"There's this flask of whiskey," the bartender shrugged, handing him Mason's untouched flask.
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“I’ll take some whiskey any day.” [i]Rook says as he takes the flask, he chugs down the entire thing quickly. Then slams it down.[/i] “Here, let’s mix things up.” [i]Rook takes aim at one of the fighting Titans, he throws the flask which hits one of them in the head. Rook starts laughing once it happens.[/i]
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The flask hit James, shattering and sricking in his head.
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That brave and daring elf was actually pretty stupid. Raveon walked into the bar. The elf rouge was a private investigator, but he needed money for his business. So his plan was to rob a couple drunks of their money. The rouge, being a investigator, did feel a little Guilty about his plan, but he kept telling himself that theses people committed some crime in there life, and that he was there past catching up with them. Also he needed this money to do good. So his plan was to get in, steal some of the drunks money(not all of it) and slip out unnoticed. Now seeing the drunk and distracted titans, gave him the perfect opportunity. [spoiler]this plan is stupid and most definitely will go wrong. Please have fun but don’t kill raveon.[/spoiler]
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Unfortunately, these Titans didn't have wallets because glimmer is programmable and who needs a wallet for basically digital currency. However, there were other barfights going on and unconscious men with wallets lying on the ground waiting to be pickpocketed.
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Raveon starts looking around for other drunk fighters to pick pocket.
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So far, there were maybe, 10 people passed out on the floor.
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10 body’s to rob from. I’ll steal from the one that is the most strategically located so no one can see me [spoiler]also is glimmer hackable. Raveon is a hacker [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Right. But it's not worth exactly the most if it's programmable.[/spoiler] Another guy, would be knocked out, Pasos spilling out of his wallet.
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I’ll steal from a couple people. I push my luck and steal from more [spoiler]i want to walk away with money, not dead. But I also kind of want to fight the titans [/spoiler]
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*The bar certainly seems like a madhouse to Styx-12 as he enters, his own titan armor occasionally splashed with booze. He doesn't care, however, charging directly into the center of the brawl in an attempt to stop it. When he speaks his voice is gravely and robotic, an obvious tell of his exo frame, but it is also stern and loud enough for everyone in the bar to hear without yelling. It's that voice your dad uses when you're in deep shit* Terminate your fighting. Now, before things get rough for everyone here
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The three Titans still fighting stopped, and stood in a line, "Sorry sir." But then Mason stepped out of line, "Wait a minute, I'm supposed to be the Dad here."
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Yeah well you're a pretty shit one at the moment. *He glares at all of them through his helm, going down the line, slapping each one in the face with his swoll titan hands, leaving a painful welt* Look at yourselves. You call yourselves Guardians, Titans, and at this moment you're making all others who call themselves the same are embarrassed by you. And you wonder why the Fallen laugh at you, and why the Hive don't fear the very ground your tread upon.
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The the two men hung their heads in shame. "I'm sorry," Jade asked, "But who do you think you are?"
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Someone that has to keep you in line so long as I am here *He pushes everyone around them away to make a path to the exit* You guys. Follow me
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An older man entered, his face alight with disgust and anger. His livid eyes scanned the crowd as the two wizened hands flew towards his two holsters, and he fired two warning shots, one from each gun. His "armor" was laughable, a coat and jeans with improvised plating, steel-toed boots, and a wide-brimmed hat to keep the sun off. However, his guns looked menacing enough, the twin .45s glinting in the light
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James stumbled and fell. He didn't get up again. Mason leaned on the bar, as he began to throw up. Jade just drunkily punched the wall.
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The door pushes open and a man walks in. He is a Dragonborn with golden scales. The man is about 6’ 8” and is armed with a sword shield and armor underneath his common travelers clothes. He walks in and goes to the bar almost like he is unaware of the fight. He orders a drink, then puts his sword shield and armor behind the bar. He picks up a chair and slams it into the ground making a lot of noise, then turns to the brawl. “I’m sure we could settle this like civilized people, but I think it would be more fun if we settle this like men”. With that he is officially part of the brawl.
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Mason attempted to tackled this newcomer, throwing punches at the man as he did.
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When Mason tried to tackle him the Dragonborn grabbed Mason on both sides of his head, brought his head to meet Masons and head butted him. Then he put his leg on Masons chest and kicked him aside.
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The door had creaked open as the newcomer entered the brawl. He was situated at 6'2, wore a crimson red three piece suit. A hood of the same color as the suit had obscured his identity from the crowd as his dress shoes lightly patted on the floor. In his right hand was a rather long suitcase that he placed on a yet to be broken table. A gunmetal grey mask had obscured his face, the mask itself taking shape as a human face. It had lacked emotion, inducing only fear and dread into the weak-willed. The only natural thing about his face was the stark blue eyes that pierced through the mask, giving a slight sense of humanity that would quickly become false. With multiple clicks the suitcase had opened without his input, revealing a rifle meant for operators in an exosuit. It was unrecognizable to the denizens of the bar, but one thing was for certain. This man intended to end this petty matter. The laser sight had been turned on and gripping it with one hand he had aimed it to the ceiling, firing off a .50 into the roof. "[b]This. Ends. Now.[/b]" He said in an authoritative tone to all in the bar.
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Edited by Splashback77: 3/11/2018 1:53:33 AMMost of the smaller quarells haulted. But the Titans still fought
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With a sigh the masked man lowered the rifle into a proper aiming position. Then he shot at their feet twice. "[b]I SAID QUIT IT![/b]" His voice boomed throughout the bar, a tone that could not be ignored. He was this close to just shooting both of them and crushing their ghosts.
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Well, one was passed out under a bar tap. One of the shots hit James' hamstring, making him fall to his knees. Another hit Jade's gluttonous maximums as she yelled, "Hey! No ass shots!" Mason just stumbled and passed out, possibly dead from alcohol poisoning and the fight.