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| **''[Xany]''** | **''[Xany]''** |
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| > The tavern begins to shake violently, the doors and windows rattle from a large object moving just above with a loud skreeeeeeeeeeeeeeee of something dragging on the roof and a few shingles can be seen falling from the window. It all stops except for the loud hum of an engine, then almost silence. From outside you can hear muffled voices can be presumed female "hehe you sure this is yours? Doesn't seem like you know how to fly it." A some what familiar voice that atlest one in the tavern may recognize "It's been a while since I took it around, give me a break." As the door is flung open a young Miquote sporting some fancy duds with two ladies under his arms. In a care free tone "Hey bar keep feel free to bill the Coeurl Company." As he moves over to a table not noticing Gair is in the room. | ||The tavern begins to shake violently, the doors and windows rattle from a large object moving just above with a loud skreeeeeeeeeeeeeeee of something dragging on the roof and a few shingles can be seen falling from the window. It all stops except for the loud hum of an engine, then almost silence. From outside you can hear muffled voices can be presumed female "hehe you sure this is yours? Doesn't seem like you know how to fly it." A some what familiar voice that atlest one in the tavern may recognize "It's been a while since I took it around, give me a break." As the door is flung open a young Miquote sporting some fancy duds with two ladies under his arms. In a care free tone "Hey bar keep feel free to bill the Coeurl Company." As he moves over to a table not noticing Gair is in the room.|| |
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| <fc #fa8072>**''[Gair]''**</fc> | <fc #fa8072>**''[Gair]''**</fc> |
| <fc #fa8072>**''[Gair]''**</fc> | <fc #fa8072>**''[Gair]''**</fc> |
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| > Baderon Tenfingers, the proprietor of the Drowned Wench can only watch on in mild horror at the formation of this drinking Light Party. Mouth agape, he just nods in recognition at Xany's offer to send the bill to him. What fresh hell is our fair city in doomed to suffer? | ||Baderon Tenfingers, the proprietor of the Drowned Wench can only watch on in mild horror at the formation of this drinking Light Party. Mouth agape, he just nods in recognition at Xany's offer to send the bill to him. What fresh hell is our fair city in doomed to suffer?|| |
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| "There's a place called the Gobble Inn," Gair suggests offhandedly, it would more sound like he said "Goblin" than the two words separately. After a pause he list a handful La Noscean appropriate establishments. "Then we'll mosey onto the Jolly Pecker, One Eyed Willy's, the Clam Hammer...and I reckon the Half Mast should be open as well." Langstons question doesn't go entirely unanswered in the din, insisting with another mouthful of beer. "I ain't exactly married to the idea, 'an I know Kerb here has a ball 'an chain at home. We can just do the regular 'ol crawl and not harry too many maids." | "There's a place called the Gobble Inn," Gair suggests offhandedly, it would more sound like he said "Goblin" than the two words separately. After a pause he list a handful La Noscean appropriate establishments. "Then we'll mosey onto the Jolly Pecker, One Eyed Willy's, the Clam Hammer...and I reckon the Half Mast should be open as well." Langstons question doesn't go entirely unanswered in the din, insisting with another mouthful of beer. "I ain't exactly married to the idea, 'an I know Kerb here has a ball 'an chain at home. We can just do the regular 'ol crawl and not harry too many maids." |
| <fc #122887>**''[Tretesta]''**</fc> | <fc #122887>**''[Tretesta]''**</fc> |
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| *Tret brought up the rear guard, noticing the Yellow Jacket he had arrived to the bar with also advancing on the group. Looking between him and the pack coming down the bridge towards them, Tret grabbed the nearest thing he could lay hands on. This happened to be the menu held by the really cool dude, and it would be whipped like a frisbee at the lone Jacket's head to distract him. He then pushed past Xany and out into the daylight, calling back* "Get yourselves up there sharp, and bring the thing around to the armorer's guild fast!" *He went jogging directly towards the group of patrolmen, intending to give them a miscreant to chase after very soon.* | Tret brought up the rear guard, noticing the Yellow Jacket he had arrived to the bar with also advancing on the group. Looking between him and the pack coming down the bridge towards them, Tret grabbed the nearest thing he could lay hands on. This happened to be the menu held by the really cool dude, and it would be whipped like a frisbee at the lone Jacket's head to distract him. He then pushed past Xany and out into the daylight, calling back "Get yourselves up there sharp, and bring the thing around to the armorer's guild fast!" He went jogging directly towards the group of patrolmen, intending to give them a miscreant to chase after very soon. |
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| <fc #35adb5>**''[Lucas]''**</fc> | <fc #35adb5>**''[Lucas]''**</fc> |
| "Fuck, gonna have to blow the plan B early..." Gair mutters to himself and makes a run for the rope ladder, opting to hang from the rope ladder during their escape to watch for Tretesta and keep any would-be boarders from getting on the ship. Drink night quickly turned into some sort of sky pirate adventure *very* fast! From one of his deep pockets of his uniform trousers, he pulls out a small cannister of some sort. Thumbing the pin and holding down some sort of lever, just *what* the fuck did this soldier bring?! ||Spoiler alert: It's a stun grenade.|| | "Fuck, gonna have to blow the plan B early..." Gair mutters to himself and makes a run for the rope ladder, opting to hang from the rope ladder during their escape to watch for Tretesta and keep any would-be boarders from getting on the ship. Drink night quickly turned into some sort of sky pirate adventure *very* fast! From one of his deep pockets of his uniform trousers, he pulls out a small cannister of some sort. Thumbing the pin and holding down some sort of lever, just *what* the fuck did this soldier bring?! ||Spoiler alert: It's a stun grenade.|| |
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| > "HALT, CRIMINAL SCUM!" Can be heard from one the Yellow Jackets. No axes were drawn yet, yet, as they hounded Tretesta through Limsa. | ||"HALT, CRIMINAL SCUM!" Can be heard from one the Yellow Jackets. No axes were drawn yet, yet, as they hounded Tretesta through Limsa.|| |
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| **''[Xany]''** | **''[Xany]''** |
| "Here's to hopin' there's another flock of three and a half men makin' as much trouble as we were, they can get the end of the catchpole instead'a us," Gair comes to a stand slowly and shakes his head, all in all, he looked to be in high spirits. Much like a youth who had gotten away with tipping over someone's chocobos, or slipping ice shards into someone's drink. Meandering to the portside railing, making certain to not be downwind of Mr. Cl(annister)evers golden shower. Enticed by the encroaching view as they pass over the Mistgate. "Some bandits we are, lookie here at this view we stole." | "Here's to hopin' there's another flock of three and a half men makin' as much trouble as we were, they can get the end of the catchpole instead'a us," Gair comes to a stand slowly and shakes his head, all in all, he looked to be in high spirits. Much like a youth who had gotten away with tipping over someone's chocobos, or slipping ice shards into someone's drink. Meandering to the portside railing, making certain to not be downwind of Mr. Cl(annister)evers golden shower. Enticed by the encroaching view as they pass over the Mistgate. "Some bandits we are, lookie here at this view we stole." |
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| > A warm glow graces the fog that blankets the Mists, a veritable cloud of fireflies made up of every window, street lamp and porch light. Even the Indigo Deep is shrouded beneath this veritable sheet, bathed in the silvery light of the Menphina's grace. (The moon) | ||A warm glow graces the fog that blankets the Mists, a veritable cloud of fireflies made up of every window, street lamp and porch light. Even the Indigo Deep is shrouded beneath this veritable sheet, bathed in the silvery light of the Menphina's grace. (The moon)|| |
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| <fc #AF8847>**''[Langston]''**</fc> | <fc #AF8847>**''[Langston]''**</fc> |
