Multiple Settings The Helldiver- An RP to sit back and relax at a weird bar [Open]

[K0mori]

Another portal appears, but before any shape or form emerges, the bar is filled with the sound of angry screaming. Then, in a burst of flame and debris, a small, colorful flying saucer zips through the portal with whirring engines. As bits and pieces of scrap metal, nuts and bolts tumble around on the floor around it, the saucer sets itself down gently. Inside the tiny craft, the sound of bickering voices echoes until the top hatch pops open, revealing Dr. Veli and a three foot tall pink gerbil. The former is wearing his tattered lab coat, clearly patched up since his last visit and yet undeniably singed and torn worse than the last time anyone here saw him, while the latter is wearing an innocent white dress with her arms cuffed behind her back.

"Where are you taking me!?" the gerbil shouts, her eyes darting around the room in panic. "Let me go!"

Dr. Veli watches the portal close up behind him before sighing with visible relief, then stands up and dusts himself off. "Well, Ginny, it appears we live another day." He steps out of the saucer, turns, and lifts the gerbil up by the arm. She kicks at the air, catching him once or twice in the side before he drops her onto the bar floor. "Would you calm down!?" he barks. "If I wanted to hurt you, I'd have left you behind."

Ginny looks around. "Is... Is this a bar?"

"Yes. I'm going to have myself a drink while you sit still and say nothing to anyone. And when I'm good and ready, we'll go back to Verdana, and I'll let Hiro decide if he wants those spheres more than he wants to save his friend's life." While Ginny leans huffing against the side of the saucer, Veli steps up to the bar and orders a dark 'n stormy, wearing a grin on his face that looks a little less defeated than the last time he appeared at the Helldiver, and yet significantly more unhinged.

 

[StarskiTM]

A door appears where a door should. The door opens, slow and creaking. A figure steps out, and the door slowly shuts, vanishing. The figure wears a flat cap, Black and torn. Tuffs of bright white hair breach out. A mask sits on their face, A white mask with black eyes and no mouth, the mask being smooth, however humanoid with a nose and cheek bones. The rest of the figure is dressed in a Black Duster, black Sailor pants, with black short boots. Walking slowly while looking around in a mix of curiosity and awe, they eventually make it to a bar seat and sit down.

The Figure continues to look around, slowly, but does not ask for a drink, nor start conversation with any nearby, they only seem interested in watching..

 

[Breadman]

"Clown man's back." Harry spoke up.

"Well, get to serving." Lucy tilted her head towards Pandemon's direction before turning her attention back to the other demons.

Holy hell, that actually is really smooth.

"Now wait for half an hour." Lucy grinned "Had a feeling you were tougher than the rest of them. Several music big shots where I'm from use this for their shows. You'll love it." She cleaned a glass as she spoke "So we have you to thank for Kassidy's diamond cutters, heh?" She gave Mackenzie a look "I should pay you a visit sometime. Half my day goes into this place and the other half is either sleep or spinning around in my chair."

The conversation was interrupted by the portal opening up and spitting out a new person. A red haired woman that looks like she's been through some trouble and a handful of crystals on the floor. She did pick them up and save time and effort for the janitor. Nice of her to do so.

Where am I?

"You're at the Helldiver, dear." Lucy informed her, one hand now resting on her hip "We serve drinks here and take your money for it, like any tavern or inn. " She eyed the portal and motioned a few times with her finger to close the vortex "Don't take you wanted to come in that way. Come over and order yourself something to dull the pain." Then another portal opened up. "Jazz, Orlo, what do I pay you two for?"

"We're guarding the doors like you said!" Orlo protested while motioning towards the bar door with both arms.

"Not our fault people can enter with portals here." Jazz just shrugged.

"Hey doc." Prescila greeted Dr. Veli "Oh man, you look rough." She examined his new companion and wondered what Lucy's policy was on hostages. Then again she did sign people's souls into contracts so maybe she's very loose on that matter "Dark n' stormy coming right up." She reached for the ingredients and was surprised that they were regular ones from her neck of the woods this time and no weird strings attached. "Will the little lady want anything or are you keeping her on a short leash?"

Meanwhile Jazz and Orlo were talking semantics about their job description when they saw someone actually use the door. Both of them gave the figure an ocular patdown and nodded in agreement that things were safe. Very content with a job well done. Harry on the other hand tried to roll his own eyes he was sorely lacking right now.

"Ey buddy, while I get the chaos demon his drink, you want something?"

 

[StarskiTM]

"Ey buddy, while I get the chaos demon his drink, you want something?"

Looking around to see if their was someone else, the figure let out a soft sign. It nodded in agreement with the question, before sitting up straight and paying closer attention.

 

[Breadman]

"Alright, silent type." Harry pointed to the racks of bottles behind him. "Point to what you want. As long as you have the money to cover it."

 

[Sir loin of beef]

"what's up Dr eggman?" Pandemon asked Dr veil

 

[StarskiTM]

"Alright, silent type." Harry pointed to the racks of bottles behind him. "Point to what you want. As long as you have the money to cover it."

The figure looks down, staring at the bar top before looking up and staring at the line of bottles.. Eventually it lifts up its hand and fully extends it's arm, at a random bottle. The bottle happens to be "cranberry juice". Then quickly pulling out a bag from their pocket, the small bag slightly clattering with coins as the figure slowly drops it on the table.. Before sliding it forward.

 

[Breadman]

"Ah, just the juice, huh." Harry reached for the bottle. "Strange, I don't recall ever serving anyone just the juice clean like this." The skeleton continued as he poured the stranger the drink. "People just want it to sweeten their drinks, y'know?" He placed a straw in the glass as per bar etiquette "Not, much of a talker I guess. That's fine. Not many new people are at fist. Enjoy the drink." He finished as he picked the small bag to count the coin. Making change for these was going to be hard.

 

[StarskiTM]

The Figured nodded, taking the drink and dragging it closer. They slightly lifted their mask in order to take a sip of the new drink, while keeping it low enough where no one could see. As soon as they did, they immediately put their mask back down, and looked straight up. Clinching the drink in their hand, they pushed it away. After an exaggerated head shake they held up their finder, as if to say "wait" then reached into their bag and grabbed a crumpled piece of paper and a pen. The figure wrote down something, before holding up for Harry to see. The paper only has the scribbled word. "Negroni"

 

[Breadman]

"Ah, I see now." Harry put the paper away and reached for a clean glass. "Not gonna charge you for that juice on account of miscommunication." He assured the figure as he grabbed the gin, vermouth and Campari. "Where did we put those oranges?" He wondered as he saw the case half empty "...Orlo..." The skeleton rattled a grumble. Despite the setback, he prepared the cocktail for their new client and slid it over.

 

[StarskiTM]

The figure took the glass and once again lifted the mask slightly to take a sip. They then slowly put it down and looked up at Harry. They held up their hand with an

 

[Otterman]

"Don't take you wanted to come in that way. Come over and order yourself something to dull the pain."

She stands there for a moment, looking around at all the people and their commotion. With a tug of her satchel she walks forward to the bar, taking a seat wherever there was plenty of space. She pats herself down, remembering where she puts her cash, and brings out some paper money. Billed from "Bank of the Union," they are quite dirty and worse for wear.

"A drink... whiskey, then, yeah... Do you accept this? Union currency?" she offers the bills forward, continuing to look around. The burnt parts of her clothing draw her attention, causing her to pat the affected areas, "Rah... damn lizard..." she mumbles under her breath.

 

[StarskiTM]

Finally getting more comfortable, the Figure takes off and sets down their mask next to them. Taking another sip of their Negroni, their face is now exposed to the world. The figures face seems feminine, however they only allow few glances to be seen by others. Still being very curious in an unknown location, they continue to look around and listen to ongoing conversations. Eyeing few who appear more exotic.

 

[Infab]

"So we have you to thank for Kassidy's diamond cutters, heh?" She gave Mackenzie a look "I should pay you a visit sometime. Half my day goes into this place and the other half is either sleep or spinning around in my chair."

Mackenzie chuckled, as she lifted the beer up to her lips. After taking another gulp, she set it back down in the bar. "I'm free Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Sundays and Saturdays are for surfin' or buggin' friends. Tuesdays and Thursdays are for...well..." she said, before glancing down to and rubbing her scarred hands. "...They're for, uh, club stuff. You know, martial arts."

As Mackenzie spoke, Noël was pouring themself another shot. But as they went to sling it back, they paused as the others arived. First, a chaos demon. "Oh, great." they muttered, rolling their eyes. Next, their attention was drawn to was the small flying saucer that had emerged from another portal. Out of it climbed an odd looking scientist, as well as a... pink gerbil.

Noël cut a look to Lucy. "... You get some...strange patrons here." they muttered, before finally gulping down the shot in their hand. Then, another glance over to see the red haired woman whom had sat down on a seat near them at the bar. Human looking, too.

"... Nice armor." was all Noël said in their particular direction, as they eyeballed the gear adorning the woman from under the brim of her cap. They glanced past her to the other figure that had entered and sat down, dressed in mostly black and being extra silent. Likely a mute.

Mackenzie, meanwhile, was more focused in the gerbil and the scientist. "That... is a big ass gerbil." she said, a look of surprise on her face as she looked to the scientist. "...Are the rest of the animals from where you come from this big?"

She then glanced to the saucer that they had arrived in. "Radical ride, dude! Saucers are sick!"

 

[Breadman]

A drink... whiskey, then, yeah... Do you accept this? Union currency?

"If it pays for your drink." Lucy took the money and examined it. She would need to run it through a database to get the actual value, but the stranger looked like an adventurer type. Their money was usually good enough, but this was a new currency for them. Like the coins Harry was dealing with earlier, making change and converting value was going to be a pain. "Not sure if it covers for the Angelfire" she looked at the bottle next to her. "So lets get you a regular for now."

... You get some...strange patrons here.

"We serve all sorts." Lucy answered Noël while grabbing a glass and the whiskey for the new arrival "Its just how it is when you run a bar located in the space between worlds, y'know?" She shrugged and poured the liquid in the glass. "Ice is right there if you need it." she pointed to the same bucked from before. Harry in the meantime took the banknotes along with the bag of coins from the figure in order to get the worth figured out. The skeletal bartender would be gone for a while as he fulfilled the other part of his job, bookkeeping and accounting.

"Now then. How did you end up here, my dear?"

 

[StarskiTM]

The figure noticing the dry air around their coins attempted to stand up and hand a piece of paper to anyone that could see. The note read "Is the currency unknown? If it is taken, the coins are solid gold." Quickly before doing this action of intervention and curiosity the figure did put their mask back on.

 

[Otterman]

"... Nice armor."

The red haired woman nods back, "Thanks. Friend made it... gotta get it repaired now," she pats her chest, the armor clinks like ceramic.

"So lets get you a regular for now."

"A regular?" she scratches her head, the red hair poofs away, "Hm... so I guess I'm outside of the Union... what country am I in, then? Don't recognize the architecture..." she looks at the other patrons... and demons, "Nor the clothing... but I recognize the eyes on you, miss," she points to Lucy, "Eurodyle still in charge of Hell?" she chuckles, then overhears Noël's conversation, "Space between worlds? That some kind of euphemism?"

 

[Breadman]

"Hmm?" Lucy saw the paper and read through the brief contents. "Your money is good here, dear. Harry just needs to check through the database to see how much you're owed in change. Don't worry, he'll be back sooner than later."

Hm... so I guess I'm outside of the Union... what country am I in, then? Don't recognize the architecture...Nor the clothing... but I recognize the eyes on you, miss. Eurodyle still in charge of Hell?...Space between worlds? That some kind of euphemism?

The stranger's questions had her paying attention again. She clasped her hands in front of her face for a second. This one wasn't getting it right away and may need some easing in. Precila wasn't going to do it on account of being in a widely different world from her. Harry was busy right now.

"Well.."She started "You are right, dear. We are outside of the Union. Where ever that is, but we are not in any country. Or even your known world, I'm afraid. Now Eurodyle." She scratched her chin trying to think if the name rang any bells. "He is might be a lord of a Hell, but not mine. That would be my father, the Kingpin. But if you're so calm around demon-kind, then..."A slight smile formed on her face "I can only assume Eurodyle is a bit of a softie as a ruler of his domain. His abyss and my father's might be cousins if we share a trait, such as our eyes." She was quiet for a second to think about how to explain the next part "The Helldiver is.." She clicked with her tongue "Well, its actually not attached to any world you or I would know off, not anchored at least. There's a lot of technical talk that goes into it and all, but to spare you all of that...I own a space that's its own pocket dimension. As its owner I get to set the rules and I figured what better way to do it than make a bar. Much more engaging than what daddy had planned for me, I assure you." She paused to let it sink in for the stranger "Peanuts?" She offered by pushing a small bowl.

 

[Otterman]

The redheaded stranger took it all in with a curious yet confused look on her face. A few head nods to let Lucy know she was listening in, "I see..." she'd say after Lucy paused. The only pocket dimension she could think of were little tricks of the mind... or a gods machinations. For now, she'd play along. A giggle escapes her lips as the bartender offered a snack, "Sure. Quite rare, though. Won't it be expensive? Or- hm, well, not part of my world, right?" she reaches out to take one, rolling around in her fingertips, "So this Hell of yours... with Kingpin as ruler... what's it like in day to day life? If it's the same Hell I'm thinking of, it'll be tough to get out of here, but... it ain't looking like it's the same place," she eats the single peanut, "Unless Eurodyle got beaten so hard the laws changed again," she groans, chewing on her snack. A bit of exasperated laughter again, she holds her head in her hand.

 

[StarskiTM]

Calming down the figure put the paper away, however the calm didn't last long as talk of where this place is, finally started. The figure walked over in a much quicker hurry then normal, even taking a peanut. Feeling in turn inclined to offer their attention and curiosity.
However, they could not stay still, grabbing their paper once again and scribbling down a question. "We all have different Hells? Different Heavens?"

 

[Breadman]

"No two dukes rule their Hell the same way as far as I know." Lucy started. "Not even identical twins do that. There's always something different. I don't know how Eurodyle does it, but dad runs his Hell with anarchy in mind. Demons are pitted against each other in gangs for control over parts of his city with him at the top collecting their tribute. The souls of the damned are those living in an urban warzone constantly harassed and picked on by their tormentors as they try and do work that keeps the city running. His underlings are always engineering new ways to maintain the status quo, while keeping the city in a state of chaos." She sighed "Its exhausting to even think about participating in it, so as soon as I was able and took Jazz with me." She pointed to the hulking demon near the door.

"Hmm?" Her attention was again drawn to the figure with another paper. She read the note and passed it back. "Yes, you understood correct, its different Hells. Each ruled by a duke all of them paying tribute to the King of kings and the Queen of queens since creation began. At least thats what the Abyssal mouthpiece says." She shrugged. "Could be load of bull made up by the dukes for some reason. Wouldn't think too much of it, darling." She give the figure a confident smile "None of us are in a position to change it. So I just offer drinks for people instead." She was quiet until she remembered the second part of that note "Oh right. Heavenly affairs are unknown to me, to be honest with you. You would have to ask my mom for that, but that half of my family does not like interacting with me and the feeling is mutual. I can only assume its similar to accommodate all the different interpretations and beliefs people around creation would have, right?"

As she talked, Harry returned from the back rooms. His other job done, he would resume being at the bar to serve drinks for those who need them. Listening to his boss talk about the spot they inhabit, more drinks might get ordered real soon.

 

[StarskiTM]

The Figure nodded. Partly satisfied they relaxed and started to look around.
Letting out an audible sigh they once again sat down, while taking the final sips of their Negroni they found themselves thinking more and more about the exotic place they found themselves in.
Then with a jump, they pulled out a coin and a piece of paper. Sliding the coin over to Lucy with the note, which read. "For the Nut"

 

[Otterman]

"The fuck?" she clears her throat, having listened to Lucy speak, "Um..." she waits for the figure's question to be answered too, "Yeah... that ain't the Hell I know. Not nearly as violent as whatever you described. Especially between each other, hm..."

She sits by herself for a moment, having her drink served to her. A few sips before she gives some complimentary nods, swirling her drink around in thought. With another sip, having peered over the note passed by the figure, she almost chokes on her drink. Three simple words really brightened her day. Patting her chest, clinking the armor, she recovers.

"Well... I certainly don't have a heaven. Guess it really is a different world, huh," she knocks back and other gulp. She isn't quite convinced, thinking this is some kind of illusion instead, but she knew it's best not to fight it. The teleportation might have a side effect such as this. Or maybe she's simply asleep?

"Can you die here?" she blurts out.

 

[Breadman]

Can you die here?

"Very good question!" Lucy's eyes lid up and her smile now turned wicked. "Oh Harry!" The skeleton froze in place, his head looking directly towards her.

"Oh no! No NO!" He raised his arms up in protest before Lucy raised a finger and shot a bolt right at him. The spell she cast exploded the bartender, scattering his bones across the floor, while his skull flew in the air, spinning and landing with the horns firmly planted into the bar. Miraculously nobody and nothing else was harmed. A second later, Harry started putting himself together. "I simple no would have answered that question far better, boss." He grumbled as his body dislodged the skull from the countertop. A pop could be heard as the bones locked into place.

"But that would be less fun." She giggled "Don't be such a baby. Remember that demon slayer last month? Took my arms right off before Jazz could throw him out. Stung like a bitch while it healed." She leaned with one arm on the counter "The bar has a sort of no-death zone. Nobody dies unless I want to. Just uh, don't take it as an invitation to go crazy alright? I'll have you thrown out otherwise."

 

[Otterman]

She laughed as the skeleton exploded into pieces, catching on with the situation before confirming they can put themselves back together.

"Hah... hm, ain't really asking for an invitation. More about my own fate, really. If you could even call it that," she sipped more of her whiskey, shaking her head as it warmed her throat, "Sorry about that, Harry," she smiled at the poor skeleton, offering a tiny wave. Her head turned back to Lucy, "How long did it take to heal? It connected with anything or just a... a natural ability of yours?"