Dreamland (IC) [Play around with your existing characters!]

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Bridges L. Skellen - Welcome to the Cafe BLARZIBLARGHH​

[FONT="Calibri]It was amongst this confusion that a relatively tall man with a black hair, an equally black, cloak/coat thing and several sharp objects at his waist materialised… just in time for a chair that had originally been destined for someone else to crash into him and send him sprawling to the ground.

Skellen, swearing loudly, climbed back to his feet and brushed the dust and debris from himself. It hadn't hurt nearly as much as some of the other things he'd experienced recently, but it was definitely enough to make the Skull Pirate very angry. The assassin turned doctor looked at the strangely dressed pipsqueak who'd thrown the chair, and without even taking in the other colourful characters in the room pulled a knife from his belt and lunged for him.
"What the hell do you think you're playing at?!"
If this is another weird Jeroa thing, I hate that place twice as much… and I already want to see Morgan burn it to the ground.[/font]

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[Sonata]

Jebediah Sanders - Bounty Hunter
Level 1 Air User
$300

Yeah, definitely paradise

The thing he had referred to as "Crispy" turned to look at him and opened it's mouth to make a reply when everything started happening. Some idiot next to him started laughing like a jackass, someone with a high pitched voice kept saying "ri" around him and someone else shouted "Can a man get some god damn whiskey down here! Jesus."

Jeb started to turn first towards the idiot who had laughed right in his ear when he was greeted by a familiar voice. "Wait, what?" He felt someone lean on him and then as he went to turn towards them they ran off to do something else. "Okay, I know I'm in heaven, but god dammit I'm starting to get really angry." He got up from his seat and as he did some hot coffee hit his arm and burned him.

"AAHH! WHAT THE....DAMMIT WHO DID THAT?" He turned towards a man who's face was quickly turning from a grin into a blank white slate before a plate shattered on his head. Jeb started to smile and the question he had asked was met with a loud roar and someone screaming out, "BARFIGHT" as a chair flew across the room.

"Well I'll be," he chuckled, "this is heaven after all." Jeb pulled the two pistols from his waist and stood up on his seat before emptying both of the weapons into the roof of the cafe. He stepped up onto the counter and began running towards the other end of it, all the while pulling bottles of alcohol off the walls and off the shelves and throwing them into the middle of the room as well as at the one who had shot him with hot coffee and the one who had laughed right in his ear.
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[Circuit]

Zakk Steuermann ¦ Chapter ???¦ God Knows What This Is...

Zakk's current team:
-N/A-​

Zakk opened the door just as chair flew past his face. Well now! He thought. but why was this his first thought? What the hell was going on, and where was he? Where were his Pokémon? Zakk hadn't even seen this place before. He concluded that he must either be dreaming, or something must have happened he didn't want to know about. He stepped back again, looking up at the sign. Café BLARZIBLARGHHH the sign read. Huh, what on earth is going on? Zakk opened the door again, and stepped inside. There was a cowboy shooting pistols, a woman taking cover behind another woman, and a man who looked more dead than alive; the sword in his head not helping much. Zakk rubbed his head.
"I'm gonna need some counselling after this dream is over..." Zakk muttered. He walked through the mess, and sat at the bar two stools away from the man with the sword in his head, who Zakk could now see was quite like a Zombie. "Are you alright...?" Zakk asked uncertainly to the Zombie-man with a sword in his head. The bartender walked over.
"What can I get you sir?" He asked Zakk, who rubbed his head again in uncertainty.
"A beer, and a shot of your strongest Scotch." Zakk said, before a plate shard whisked past his ear. "Better make that a double." Zakk added. He looked over at the proceedings, and hoped everything would die down; all this ruckus was giving him a headache quick. The guy laughing hysterically wasn't helping in any way. The bartender returned and handed Zakk his drinks, waving away Zakks attempts to pay.

The fight dissolved into the cowboy running on the bar throwing bottles of alcohol into the middle of the café and hitting everyone possible. Zakk downed his drinks, giving himself some 'Dutch Courage' and slammed the bottle and shot glass on the table. He then proceeded to sweep his arm at the cowboy's legs, toppling him and causing him to fall.
"My apologies," Zakk started politely. "But could you please not. I have a terrible headache already."

 

[Shak]

Achilles Nimbus
Status - Bounty Hunter
Sorcery Level - 1
Element - Electricity
Money - $0

Good Food at Last​

"Blargrazah...blargiza...blazigrah?" Achilles stood, staring inquisitively at the peculiar word on the large sign. His pedantic nature compelled him to concern himself with such trivial things, instead of worry about where he was or how he got there. Shillace interjected, in order to help her friend.
"I think it's Blarthigrah, like the 'Z' makes a 'th' sound." She wasn't as intrigued by the sign as Achilles though. The ghost-like figure stared at the Café beneath it. "Are we going in or not?" she groaned, licking her lips. Achilles sighed. He knew she was hungry-because he could feel it in his own stomach.
Achilles opened the Café door. What he saw could only be described as cataclysmic. From the rotten being with the sword in it's head, to the man throwing the southerner to the floor. There was a woman taking cover behind a woman almost half her size, and a man bleeding from his head, attacking a significantly smaller man too. Achilles closed the door. He turned around and began to walk away, but Shillace again interjected.
"Where are you going, this place looks fun?" She complained, trying to justify what Achilles had just seen. He simply scoffed in response and continued walking. "I bet there's decent food in here." She uttered alluringly. Of course Achilles was enticed. He was practically starving! He hadn't eaten any decent food in the south and he'd be damned if he missed this opportunity. He turned around and walked into the Café. Doing his best to avoid the chaos-flying bottles and chairs-he sat down at the bar, as far away as possible. He was immediately attended to.
"Can I take your order, sir?" The bar maiden asked with a smile on her face. Achilles felt urged to ask why she put up with such commotion in her bar, but just ordered so that he could avoid the unnecessary dialogue.
"Cheese sandwich?" He asked reluctantly, expecting disappointment.
"Sure thing, anything else? A milkshake perhaps?" She smiled. Achilles almost smiled back. He nodded reluctantly, he wasn't a fan of trying new things, but he felt he could trust this place. Shillace began to scream, which jolted Achilles.
"OH MY GOD! A puppy! We have to pet it. Achilles please; I mean look at it, it's standing on two feet for gods sake." She rambled on. Achilles envied the other members of the bar, as they couldn't hear Shillace's obnoxious yelp.
"We're not getting involved in that." He sighed. The barmaid turned around wondering who it was Achilles was talking to. She shrugged and walked away. A man talking to himself wasn't exactly the weirdest thing happening in the Café at that moment.

 

[moon]

Hilda Gard aka Enzyme
Blonde with super strength and item fusion powers, from Titans RP

She had finished eating. Power was surging through her body as she stood up and promptly smashed a flying bottle with her fist.

"HEY!" she called out, with enough of a roar to make at least some of the odd characters involved in the barfight look up and hesitate. "This is a CAFÉ, for crying out loud!"

"Actually," the girl behind the counter piped up, "there's a bar on the roof."

"Oh?" Hilda said, suddenly interested. "Well, why didn't you say so?"

She flashed the barista a smile before she left whatever chaos was left behind her to climb the stairs instead. A roof was perfect when somebody wanted to clear their thoughts. At least if there was clouds. Or stars. What time of day was it, even?​

 

[Sonata]

Jebediah Sanders - Bounty Hunter
Level 1 Air User
$300

Kids, am I right?

Jeb was having a merry little time. He was dancing, firing off his guns and getting drunk all at the same time and it apparently didn't cost him a dime as the bartenders just looked away and served the next person that came up to them.

"Well I'll be a son of a gun. I ain't never had this much fun in my life." He laughed loudly before something swept his leg out from under him and sent him toppling onto the ground. When he landed, a rather large piece of broken class pierced into his cheek which opened up the old scar on his face.

"God dammit that hurts." He started to get up as blood dripped from his cheek. He dabbed at it with his finger and then looked around to see what had knocked him down.

"My apologies," someone spoke up, "but could you please not. I have a terrible headache already."

Jeb turned his head and looked behind him. He moved his jaw around and rubbed at the open wound on his face.

"You just done messed up kid. This may be heaven, but I still ain't gonna tolerate no little kid knockin' me on my ass." He cracked his knuckles and started over towards the boy.

In what probably seemed like the blink of an eye to the rest of the patrons, Jeb had moved from where he was standing in the middle of the cafe to right in front of the kid. Jeb punched the kid in the gut and when he doubled over he met the boy's forehead with his knee which sent him toppling over the counter. He walked around the bar and grabbed the boy up off the ground by the collar of his shirt before sending him flying out one of the front windows.

He looked at the broken glass and slapped his hands together. He glanced over the rest of the patrons who were either avoiding eye contact or just simply going about their own business. Seeing no reason to stick around, he headed up the stairs to the top level. When he came up to the roof and saw a rather small display of liquor, and a moderately attractive woman. He headed to the liquor first. Three bottles that were simply labeled "strong stuff", "weak stuff" and "mystery stuff". He pulled down the bottle labeled "mystery stuff" and then grabbed two shot glasses. He poured himself a shot first, drank it, and then poured the two glasses full again before walking over to the woman.

"Care for a drink?" He leaned up against a shaky railing that had been set up and held the shot glass out to the girl.
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