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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Oct 7, 2018 22:46:09 GMT -5
Abbayor…
The air was filled with the pleasant scents of various flowers and spices. Simply a way to keep the room smelling nice while the denizens mingled amongst themselves. The main room was lit up with floating orbs of Ki, one of the latest inventions of some rising scientist named Nikolas Grey. The room had a warm yellow tint to it and polished marble floors. The Empire had decided to go all out for this little Gala. A charity event, raising awareness of endangered sentient races. Gallius was surprised this “Empire” had managed to find him, they had mentioned something about a “tracking chip” embedded upon him during his “Capture”. Quite a bit of confusion there, given it was Manus who saved him from The Great Flood, not these Imperialists. Familiar sounding music was played by a rather diverse, albeit nicely dressed band of Xenos. This party almost reminded him of the various gatherings he had been forced to attend as a teen. Dancing with young maidens, drinking the finest of liquors. It almost made one forget the wars being fought mere miles away. Gallius leaned against a large marble pillar near the Bar. The Empire had been nice enough to pay for a suit of his design. As they had stated: “Make it as close to one of your people’s Party suits as possible!” He had decided upon a nice Blue uniform he once saw his father wear. The suit was originally a solid color, but the tailor had seen fit to add various runes and such to “Spice it up a bit” These creatures were such a strange bunch. At least they had decent booze. Gallius pushed off the pillar and waltz over to the bar, ordering a glass of Abbayorian wine. They had given him accommodations to a rather nice hotel. He had a few days to familiarize himself with the various alcohols before being forced here. The knight’s golden gaze happened upon a large statue near the center of the Ballroom. It was of a strange figure, made of ivory and gold. It sported a large tail and smooth features. It’s imposing gaze made Gallius a bit uncomfortable. Why would they idolize such a nefarious looking person. He would shrug and sip some of his wine. Perhaps this figure wasn’t as bad as he was depicted. In any case, being the only denizen of Ferrous left was uncomfortable enough… All around the room stood exotic Xenos, yet not one spoke to or danced with another of their kind. Gallius sighed and took another drink. He hadn’t thought of this topic so much until these damned Imperialists brought him here. Why couldn’t they of just left him on Konats, hunting artifacts and such. Might as well make the best of the situation. Gallius rose his hand to the bartender “Bring the hole bottel me good man” 480 Queen Kuueru
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Oct 8, 2018 10:49:52 GMT -5
 A gala? Kuueru was almost stunned silent at the message delivered from the Emperor Polaris. Her lavender eyes narrowed and looked over the message, it’s required attendance, and the formal dress code she was told to follow. Luckily, as a commander in the Galactic Empire, she needn't worry about dressing herself or even her own appearance. Polaris had promptly provided various stylists to gather her measurements and skin tones for make-ups and dresses.
Thought a gala wasn’t her ideal situation, it was a direct order that she must follow. Besides, there was promise of an open bar and food to keep her occupied for the entire night. She couldn’t deny that having a little fun peaked her interest for the evening as well. Demons were creatures of chaotic sin. If the demoness had to pick her favorite sin, it was gluttony.
She indulged in everything in life, especially since her escape from the demon realm. It was there that she felt limited in her capabilities. Despite the siphoning of ambient dark energy into her body, her body had doubled since she had tested herself amongst the mortals. Their resilience in battle had almost encouraged her to push her own boundaries, where in the demon realm she was strong---but stagnant in power.
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That evening, Abbayor.
The sound of voices filled the air, along with the soothing live music. Kuueru made her eyes through the entrance of the ball, her peach skin covered in a black dress with matching choker and heels. It was rather simple, but as she requested of the stylists. Her long pink hair cascaded down her back in rivets of curls and waves. She set her gaze around the room, locking in on the food, but then the bar.
She had better get to work on intoxicating herself if she were to enjoy the night and mingle. It was nauseating enough to keep up with the appearances and social nuances that Polaris asked of her.
She rest a hand against the mahogany countertop, her sullen eyes searching for the bartender just as he hunks over an entire bottle warily to another patron. Kuueru couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of others having quite the same bad habits as herself. She cleared her throat to grab his attention.
“One glass of the best red ya have to start,” Kuueru pulled herself up on the barstool idly as she awaited him to uncork a chilled red wine before filling her glass and passing it across the bartop to her. She raised the glass, indulging in the dry yet tantalizing sweet alcohol. Of course, her eyes drifted towards the man beside her who now cradled and entire bottle of booze.
“Erm, I assume you have some room full of friends to help ya with that eh?” The demon hissed through her teeth jokingly.
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Oct 8, 2018 19:37:26 GMT -5
The wine bottle was about half empty from the last few glasses Gallius had partaken in. The liquor tasted great, but he had never said it was very strong. The knight would take a swig from the bottle and sigh. “Erm, I assume you have some room full of friends to help ya with that eh?”
His dull gold eyes brightened a bit as someone spoke to him. He would turn to see who had made the joke, only to suddenly stop at seeing her. Twas a maiden wearing an elegant dress, as dark as the Abboyarian night sky. She was rather stunning, almost reminding him of Amatrincia though much less promiscuous. In fact even the way she spoke, hissing almost like a snake, sounded like the fiery demoness. It was quite strange... But no matter. Gallius was simply happy that someone had finally spoken to him. The rest of the Xenos in this party seemed rather... posh. Not that he minded that, he was a nobleman after all. But on his world one wrong word to a person could start a war. He desired to make friends, not enemies. Gallius would take a quick swig from the wine bottle. “Er, no m’lady, Booz was much stronger in me relm. Thys be more akin to frut juse then proper Ferrous wyne” He would set the bottle down and turn back to the Demoness. “Me naym be Nickel Gallius. Blud of Titanius, son of Leodorius” He would give the best bow he could muster while sitting down. “I noe not the norms of thys Festives. Apologes if me drinken haf offended ye” He would begin pouring the wine into the glass. “Ye be the ferst to speek to me. Thes peepel seem to avoid me like the Reaper. I canot tell wye” He would rest his arms on the bar table. “And wat be yer name, m’lady?”
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Oct 9, 2018 20:19:56 GMT -5
His golden gaze met her own amethyst orbs. A hint of flush painted her already sunkissed and peachy cheeks. As she sat there, her lips pressed to the glass until all the crimson liquid was missing from her cup. She let out a defeated sigh. Not only was her cup not running over, in fact, it was rather empty. She let the glass clink against the counter as if to notify the bartender she was ready for a refill, without using a single word. He obliged, walking over and filling her glass, however this time she motioned for him to fill it to the brim.
“That’s good,” Kuueru mumbled to the man as he nearly over-filled the crystal chalice.
“In your realm? Hell, booze is much stronger in mine as well.” Kuueru jested. Though, it wasn’t all that wrong. In the demon realm the things they drank to poison their minds and bodies and indulge in a ‘high’ would nearly kill a person. While a glass of mortal wine would ease her worries, it was definitely not going to put her out of commission.
“Nickel, Gallius---W-Which is your moniker? Which do you prefer?” Kuueru was so caught up in his full name that she hadn’t noticed the oddity of his speech. However, the young looking man expressed his apologies for his over-drinking. Not that she really minded. It was merely a conversation starter with a stranger who seemed interesting.
She took him in once more before giving her name. He was handsome, yet his hair stained gray as if he were much older. His face was smooth and freshly shaved, hell, even his dress was free of wrinkles or stains. Kuueru chuckled and waved a hand towards the man before sipping carefully from her over-filled glass.
“My name is Kuueru, a pleasure to meet you I’m sure. Tell me, what has you at such a party when you are apparently not of this realm? W-Where are you from?” Kuueru cocked a wary eye towards the man. Perhaps he would be a threat to her if she was not careful.
“Y-You’re not a demon are ya?” Kuueru gulped and overplayed the fear. Even if he was a demon, she wouldn’t be intimidated. However, any other mortal would. She kept up her guise, wanting to appear as mortal as possible at such an event. Especially under Polaris’s direct command to behave herself.
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Oct 10, 2018 20:50:16 GMT -5
Gallius would sip from his Wine Glass. “Most call me Sir Gallius er jus Gallius” He would take one more sip before setting the glass down. Kuueru was her name. She had been the first person he had met who actually asked him about his home. He smirked as she asked him whether he was a demon or not. “Nay, M’lady. Tho I haf met a fare share of em. Thay be much niser than ye wuld expect” He would go in for another drink, this time down about half the glass before setting it back down. “Me Realm be- Was named Ferrous. Twas a land of romen forests, hills, an som of the mos beautiful Brimstone playnes ye culd ever imagen. Tho the peepel be flawd, they wer me peepel. Then…” He would hold up a hand, forming a small golden sphere. Gallius had managed to catch sight of his Planet as it’s lands filled with molten rock. It was a sight that would be burned into his mind forevermore. The sphere would slowly gain continents rather similar to Earth’s. Then it began to burn until the entire orb vanished into twinkling gold sparks. “The rath of Manus. Fluds of fire an ash. Thanks to Manus, I be a survivor. The only one accorden to thys peepel” He would beckon to the larger party crowd. He would lean back onto the counter. His face would slowly turn wistful, eyes dimming. “Me father was a Nobel man. Both in occupasion and caracter. Tis he who tat me the way of the swerd an werd” He would quickly hide the look and turn back to Kuueru. “But enuff of me, tell be bout ye self, M’lady. Ye seem much to free in spirit ta be stuk ere of ye own will”
Upon Kuueru finishing what she had to say, a loud ringing would sound across the room. Twas the host of this swaray, the mayor of this city. Parlaxen Prithes. He was a stout creature with four large arachnid legs, along with two more humanoid arms. His four squinting eyes darted across the room as he tapped a spoon to his glass. “Friends and Beneficiaries! I am so ecstatic that you could all make it to this little party of mine. Tonight we honor those who have fallen to the horrors of planetary-wide disasters. Unlike those Dominion monkeys, this is an enemy we can never truly defeat. But with your support, and the gracious support of my campaign backers, we shall try our best to save as many lives as possible. Long live the great Emperor Polaris and let the party begin!” Various tables would be moved by automated servants, carefully as not to disturb the patrons nor their meals. A small space would be opened for those who wished to dance. Robots in chef hats would roll out to serve various foods and refill the different orderve tables. Gallius would grin slightly as the robot scampered about. They almost reminded him of forest critters, scuttling about as if to hide from a predator. 514/1298 Queen Kuueru
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Oct 11, 2018 16:10:58 GMT -5
“Sir….Gallius?” Kuueru nearly burst out laughing at the comment. It was almost vain to hear someone using such a title, yet---this man didn’t have an apprehension in his voice. Whoever he was. Wherever he came from. He truly believed he was a sir or some sort. Kuueru could admit she wasn’t too familiar with those sorts of ranking systems---the most she could recant were the lords of the demon realm. Yet that was a title determined by pure strength in that dog eat dog realm. She paused, her gaze studying him as he finished off another glass with ease.
“Alright Sir---Gallius, interestin’ name I suppose,” The demoness retorted before sipping more from her own glass. FInally she felt a warmth growing in her stomach. Even a light flush spread across her cheeks. Yeah, she may have only been one, two? ...Four glasses of wine in---but she was a lightweight at heart.
“Ferrous? Like the iron supplement?” Kuueru chuckled a bit, her only knowledge of the word coming from old alchemy tombs that her and Hachi had decoded. Most of the information was useless, but---sifting through it and the gems was what was fun.
Her face became illuminated by the small golden sphere that Gallius had manifested during their conversation. With it he was able to enhance his storytelling and give the demoness a better idea of the conflict and plight of his people. Yet, he went on to explain his entire population was destroyed in a fell swoop. How would he have possibly been the only survivor--unless the man was hiding somewhere off planet that is.
“Ahh, so you’re a swordsman? An admirable skill! I never much picked up a weapon myself---I consider those to by fist and soul. A fire that burn within that allow you to conquer the most intimidating feats.”
It was the most the woman had spoken all night, and--to be frank, in a long time. Lute wasn’t much for conversation, and if he was---it was all strategy or plotting. It was nice to let go, drink a bit, and enjoy the company of strangers. Be it, they were completely odd.
“I was sent here by my boss, he wanted me to, make an appearance and represent the empire,” Kuueru sighed before polishing off the last glass that she would take. She could already feel her lips moving slower than her mind could push out the words.
“Alas, I already said my name---but I’m new to town, this realm is not my own. The place I came from was filled with much more desperation and plight. To be honest, even being at a party like this is---just---I’m thankful.”
Her sullen expression shifted as the ringing began to pierce her ears. She shifted, a weird---'spider-like' creature waltzed about and seemed to call for an announcement. It was customary at such an event for their to be a toast or a reason for the get together. Yet, Kuueru couldn’t tell you what that was---only that she was to be here by direct order of Polaris, emperor of the galaxy.
“Oh food! About time,” It was Kuueru favorite thing after all. Indulging in a decadent meal---the dancing however, was a bit more intimidating. At first sight she thought the first couple to dance were grappling each other in a wrestling match. But---no, they moved in synergy and with grace. It was all intentional, a tango of temptation.
“Huh...Are you hungry?” She turned towards Gallius with a grin before her eyes shifted to a buffet of food that would make anyone envious. Buttered shellfish, both from Earth and across the galaxy. Salads and greens of both appetizers and sides were laid out. There were racks of meat ready to be carved by the servants and plated for the guests. Her stomach growled audibly as she tried to keep her attention on her companion.
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Oct 12, 2018 20:45:43 GMT -5
Gallius would sit back to get a better view of the dancers. It was indeed a beautiful dance, graceful and fast. Not one he’d ever seen though. He would turn back to the table and pour another glass of wine, grinning as Kuueru asked him whether he was hungry or not. “Nay, me appityte be sayted fer now. Ye go on ahed tho, I shalt stay ere an drynk” He would say before downing another glass of wine. Kuueru had spoken of the destitute of her realm. It made Gallius a little guilty for regaling his planet’s demise. He was not the only one here who had lost much, not by a long shot. But that is why Manus had saved him. Not only to prove that his people deserve forgiveness, but to protect all of those who could not protect themselves. Perhaps he could ask Kuueru of her realm some more so he could help its people. The food tables seemed quite popular at this time. The orderves were most certainly not enough to satiate one’s hunger, so many of the patrons who had forgone dancing quickly made their way over. If Kuueru were to try and get some food, she would be stopped by Mayor Prithes who quickly scuttled over to talk with her. His large form covered most lines of sight to the table. “Ah, Miss Kuueru! It is so good to finally me you!” He would almost shout. “I saw your name on the invitation list, I heard the rumors but never thought the great Polaris would send such an esteemed guest to my little party!” If Kuueru managed to catch a glimpse past the annoying arachnid, she would see the table about half empty. The shellfish were completely gone and most meats. All that really remained was the Salad but even that was beginning to fall victim to the voracious crowd. “Preservation of life is such an important thing that most people don’t keep in mind. Most are too busy with the war to even give us a second thought. But I assure you the PDRF are working day and night to sort these issues! We’ve even begun looking to cloning to restore populations” He would lean slightly forward “And between you and me, some of these species would make wonderful Patrolmen!” The salad was gone. All that was left were the fake wax fruits which decorated the tables. Gallius had gotten through the entire bottle while waiting for Kuueru. His eyes shone a bit brighter now. Perhaps the drinks weren’t as weak as he had thought. He would shrug. “One moar bottel me gud man” He would say to the bartender. The poor man sighed and rolled his eyes before looking for another bottle. 462/1760 Queen Kuueru
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Oct 14, 2018 7:04:52 GMT -5
“I’ve never met a man who wasn’t up for food,” Kuueru jested as she shrugged towards the broad shouldered knight. While she was enjoying their conversation, there was something in the room that lured her attention away, if only for just a moment. The demoness hopped off the barstool sne stood to her full height. With the addition of the onyx-colored heels upon her feet she towered over most women in the party. On top of having un-ending rivers of pink sprouting from her crown she would be hard to miss in a crowd.
The woman began cutting her way through the hot crowd of people and towards the drawing aroma of food. She could admit that this was the main reason she showed up tonight, if Polaris hadn’t promised her a full stomach she would have not batted an eye and stayed in for the night.
However, just as the succulent food was in sight the oddly shaped mayo cut her off. While his words were filled with graciousness and admiration for her presence, she only grew more annoyed at the seconds he stood between her and her satisfaction.
“Ahh…” She studied his face. It was odd to be recognized, but Kuueru had no idea who this weird arachnoid was like he knew her. The demoness tended to keep her head out of politics and relations, however, being a commander in the Galactic Empire now meant she had to keep up appearances with others. She gritted her teeth and forced a smile, all the while her wary eyes were watching the food become lesser and lesser.
“Esteemed guest? Hahahaha hardly Mayor,” She had already forgotten his name, luckily the title of mayor seemed to be enough to win over his inflated ego.
The leader went on to express his interest in progression the populations and contributing them to the aid of the empire. In her head she scoffed. She could imagine only one of his men would crumble beneath her when she contained the power of probably two to three hundred men. Her fists found themselves clenched awkwardly as she once again peered at the table behind the man that was now barren aside from some dish constructed out of greens. Her stomach suddenly turned as the alcohol metabolized on an empty gut.
Her cheeks became more flustered by the second, her body even waved to and fro as she lost a sense of equilibrium.
“We welcome any and all aid in the Pat---Empire. It’s good to see the strides you’re making for the people. I’ll be sure to tell your good deads to Polaris himself,” She forced another smile before a cold hand pressed to one of the Mayor’s arms.
“I do apologize, but I am keeping company at the bar, I hope you don’t mind my brief stent.”
With that she nodded her head towards the mayor and stumbled her way back towards Gallius. At this point he was given another bottle and seemed to have that drunken look in his eyes. Hell, she probably looked similar at this time.
“Hey, wanna dance?” Kuueru huffed in annoyance. She didn’t really care to dance, but perhaps it was the alcohol and envy of others having a good time that bothered her. Hell, did she even know how to dance, especially with another person. Her mind boggled as she referenced the other dancers within the room warily.
“If not, that’s fine. We can just drink more; the damn gluttons of the party ate all the food already though.”
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Oct 15, 2018 18:02:52 GMT -5
Gallius would lean forward, savoring the Abbayorian wine. It had been awhile since he had any alcohol and he felt it would be a while after. After all, a drunk adventurer is simply a dead man with a fancy name… After his third sip, he noticed something strange. It was a figure right in the corner of his eye. Or at least he thought it was, as it seemed to vanish as soon as he looked at it. Slowly he would begin to hear something. Almost a whisper, indiscernible in what it was saying. Gallius would hold a hand up to his head as the intelligible whispers got louder and louder. The figure would return and vanish every so often. He would begin to breath in and out quickly as the chaotic noises filled his head. It was almost like… He jumped slightly as Kuueru began speaking to him. Everything had gone back to normal. He would grab his glass and quickly down the rest of his wine, coughing to clear his throat. “Uh, dancen? The fud be gon?” He would say peering over to the table. It was most certainly empty, even picked clean. He would shrug “Sher, dancen sownds lik a grate idear” Gallius would stand and quickly walk over to the dance floor. It had been quite a while since he last danced. He would hold out a hand to Kuueru. As the music started Gallius would pull her in with a wide spin, slowly as not to cause her to fall. He didn’t know whether she could dance or not, so he took extra care to ensure she knew what he was doing. The dance would continue with various spins and deliberate stepping. This was the dance most popular within the noble class and one of the few he was decent at. It was necessary when at Galas as one wrong step could result, at worse, war. 323/2083 Queen Kuueru
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Oct 16, 2018 16:36:59 GMT -5
Kuueru couldn’t help but feel a bit bad that she started the knight. Curiously she leaned in to look at his face. He was clearly a bit intoxicated, but that much? She rubbed her chin and shrugged the thought. Whatever the man was going through inside his head was none of her concern; lest it manifested and attacked the demoness. She chuckled at the thought before listening to the man inquire about the food. Reluctantly she shrugged as he peered past her and towards the table. Alas, since that was ruined and the alcohol was brewing in her belly, she figured she would let her inhibitions go for the night.
When Gallius accepted her offer however, she felt her lips curl into a drunken smile. She waited for the man to down the rest of his wine before he stood and rushed towards the dance floor. She followed suit and looked towards the open hand that invited her to make contact. She wasn’t keen on the mannerisms of mortal choreography, yet she had watched enough movies to get the gist; she hoped.
“Ah, right!” An unusually warm hand grasped onto his much larger one, and immediately she was driven into a dizzying spin. The woman shook her head slightly and tried to keep her eye on one single target. His eyes. If she could manage not to lose her wine tonight, it would be because she didn’t break eye contact to look at the blur of a room around her.
“Whoa, this is---harder than I thought!” Kuueru chuckled before pressing her free hand to his chest. She matched his steps with her incredible reflex, but still--he seemed like a natural at this dance, at least Kuueru had a good teacher for her first attempt!
“To be frank, I’ve never done this before, so ---sorry if I step on your toes, okay?” Kuueru disclaimed to the man as the music in the room continued on. There were live performers who changed between upbeat and cheerful pieces, to those that were slow and easy on the ears. Towards the end of the night they always shifted towards the slow songs. Most of the crowd would begin to file out of the building and back to their own quarters to rest for the evening. Yet, Kuueru had no rush to head back to Hollow. Perhaps find a place to drink herself into a stupor, but not rest. Now that you think about it, do demons even need sleep?
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Oct 18, 2018 20:06:22 GMT -5
Gallius sat against the bar table, utterly winded by the night long dancing. It probably didn't help his balance that he had about four more glasses of wine before the bar had closed. He would look over at Kuupo and give a childish grin. “ Ye say ye haf never dansed before? Ye did dam well fer yer ferst tyme then!” He almost shouted. Gallius would push himself off the bar table, only to stumble forward and almost collide with Kuupo. He would laugh heartily at the drunken mistake. “Forgive me, M’lady, me feet seem to be broken thys nyte!” After a few more stumbles he would finally reorient himself properly. It seemed any of the sullen silence or stoic attitude was gone. Gallius was simply a drunken fool at this point. “Thys plase be too tayme fer us, let us be off to a proper den of drink!” He would exclaim to Kuupo with his hand raised dramatically before slowly stumbling out of the ball room. Gallius had managed to find his way back to the Hotel they were hosting him at. If his memory served correctly, they had a fully stocked bar in the common area. The knight pushed through the door and sauntered towards the Hotel’s bar as slow as he could to not arise suspcions. Upon reaching the bar, however, he collapsed onto the countertop. The barkeep slowly walked over to the drunken knight, only to jump back as he suddenly raised his hand. “One of eferythyng” He said as seriously as he could with his slurred voice. The drunken stupor combined with his already strange accent made it rather difficult for people to understand him. He’d have to stick with short phrases. 288/2371 Queen Kuueru
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Oct 20, 2018 11:41:24 GMT -5
Kuueru could admit that dancing was tiring. However, it was not nearly as tiring as combat. The demoness looked towards the man with the most brazen grin upon his lips. He complimented her footwork, which she was sure didn’t notice due to the state of his inebriation. He downed more and more glasses as the night progressed. If the bar wasn’t open she would have hated to see the man’s tab.
The man shifted from his seat and fall towards her, luckily he seemed to regain some ballance before laughing heartily.
“Erm, man---you seem a big wasted, are ya sure you should keep goin--” With that the man proclaimed that he was off to find something else to indulge in while wobbling out of the room. Kuueru slowly followed behind him, curious as to where he was heading. Luckily there was a hotel that he was sponsored at. It was nearby and not much trouble for the man to get to without too much walking.
The common area was immaculate, and it’s bar even more so. Gallius strolled right up and too the bar and collapsed onto it. The bartender, despite his worries of continuing to liquor up an already drunk man stared quietly as the man demanded one of each drink.
“Lord, you are something else knight dude,” Kuueru walked cautiously and took a seat beside him before patting him on the shoulder. “Will you be spilling your guys in the morning? Or---do you always drink like a fish?”
She turned her attention towards the barkeep and waved a hand at him.
“I’ll take some cocktail, I don’t care which. Just make it a double please. As for him, just one thing at a time...He looks like he will be asleep soon.”
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Oct 22, 2018 16:57:02 GMT -5
“Nay M’lady, guts only spill by the swerd!” He shouted. What a strange thing to ask someone. Maybe these people were more alien than he thought, spilling their guts out if they drank too much. Gallius would continue to down each drink one by one, before turning towards Kuueru with a confused look in his eye. “Ye no, ya look a lot lyke one of me frends. A daemon that I met wen hunten cultist scum! Ay, we took downe that fiend lyke tru hereos!” He said, slightly reminiscing of his old Adventures. He would turn suddenly serious. “Ye wuldnt be a daemon wuld ya?” The seriousness would be broken almost instantly as he started laughing his ass off. “I be kidden. Wat be them odds, two Daemons?” He would down another drink. “So many straynge creetures fill thys voyd. It be rather humbelen, finden out ye aren the only thyng out thar wit braynes…”
He would stand up slowly. “Now if ye will excuse me…” He would suddenly fall onto the floor unconscious. The barkeep would look over the counter to see what made the loud noise. He rolled his eyes as he saw Gallius laying there. “I told them keeping the bar open this late was a bad idea…” He muttered under his breath as he went to serve some new customers. 224/2595 Queen Kuueru
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Oct 23, 2018 16:32:39 GMT -5
It seemed that the man was fine one minute, and falling over the bartop the next. Kuueru wasn’t sure how much he had drank in total since she left him unsupervised for a few brief minutes. However, she had seem how quickly he downed the liquor as if it were mere water. With a thirst like that, she was sure he could handle himself. At least, that was what she thought.
“A demon? Um, yeah--I am. Odd thing to ask though,” Kuueru earnestly confessed to the knight who questioned her about her heritage. Yet, she didn’t think she looked like a demon, especially not in her pink-haired ‘human’ form. Kuueru was left scratching her chin, perhaps her earlier admission of coming from another realm is what gave her bluff away.
“Yesh, really humlin---” Kuueru mumbled as the man excused himself for the night. However, he quickly fell to the ground with a heavy thud. She stared at him, taking a sip from the drink that the barkeep had furnished her only moments earlier. Once finished to stood up and set her glass aside.
“Yeah, do ya know what room he is in?” Kuueru mumbled to the man who quickly ran off to find out. When he returned he gave her the number and asked if she needed the key. She shook her head, before placing a hand on the knight’s shoulder and teleporting him to the said destination. From there she hoisted his heavy body into his bed with ease.
“Welp, it’s been fun kid,” She chuckled and soon her body vanished once more. She was back off to her home of Hollow to rest and probably indulge more by herself. She had way too much fun for the evening, however--her stomach was rumbling from the lack of food that was promised by Polaris. She would have to run up a bill on his tab tonight.
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