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

[Specialist]

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“A bar. You’ve gotta be kriffing joking, Ma’am. A few minutes ago I was flying through hyperspace- how’d I get back to a cantina? Is this.. on Coruscant? Tatooine?” His eyes snapped over to size up the entity approaching him, and his helmet followed. Body tensing, he didn’t raise a hand up to reciprocate the wave, instead nodding once. “Eh… you need something..?” The trooper glanced back toward the woman, then to the figure. He truly felt cornered with each passing second, and the unfamiliar setting further gnawed away at his general uneasiness.

 

[StarskiTM]

the figure

The figure sensed the growing tension and stopped Infront of the armored man. Taking off their mask with one hand and extending the other, The face of the entity was carefully shadowed to all but the newcomer.
A feminine-like face stared in a slight smile, no fear, no emotion at all is present.

 

[Breadman]

"Buddy, you are the seventh person who has told me that this week." Izrovut said as he exhaled some black smoke "I'm an information broker by trade, so you and yours are my normal clientele."

"Ah man." Precila sighed with frustration. How did Lucy explain it all again? "Ok, this is going to sound crazy, but its the honest truth. You're in a bar or cantina as you call it, somewhere between dimensions." This sounded way more insane when she said it out loud and she works here. "My boss can explain it better, but she's a bit busy with other clients." The young bartender shrugged "Its hard to explain how you got here exactly. Usually new people just sort of open a door and come in. If you were in hyperspace... "Now why did that sound so familiar? "...then I think your space ship might have just malfunctioned or something. I don't know how that would work, but your guess on how you got here is as good as mine."

 

[Sir loin of beef]

"yes but unlike those foolish pretenders I'm the real deal" pandemon said as he made a glass of chocolate milk appear

 

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“Eh-hem…” he said, stifling a croak as he cleared his throat. This entity was now within grabbing distance, and her strange, silent mannerism of disengagement only increased his anxiety, yet he wasn’t about to dare show any shred of it by removing his helmet. The eye contact wasn’t a guess- the gaze was almost horrifically precise as if his own visor was merely transparent. Taking a barely audible breath in, he reciprocated the gesture and shook the entity’s hand- utterly anticipating a sudden demise.

“Pretty.. much, yeah. I uh.. yeah. Name’s Price. Alpha Zero-Six-Two, ARC Trooper of the Grand Army of the Republic.” ‘Just keep talking, don’t die. Keep talking, don’t die.’

 

[StarskiTM]

entity

After shaking the hand of the metal man, and only feeling his anxiety get worse, they put their mask back on and patted their Breastplate.
Without knowing what else to do the entity gave a thumps up to Price. Before quickly getting out a piece of paper, handing it to Price,
the paper read "Republic?"

 

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An immense sense of relief washed over him as he breathed out slowly- before turning his helmet slowly toward the woman who spoke. "...You can't be kriffing serious, right? That- my ship hit an anomaly. That is what brought me here?" Truthfully for all he knew, he was the resident Clone in a sea of malicious, anti-Republic thugs. Yet, it became more apparent that this assumption turned out to be false. Taking a second to compose himself of his shock, he turned to glance at the sign- silently grateful to answer on something familiar. "Yea, Grand Army of the Republic. Otherwise known as the Grand Army, or just Republic. I'm one of many Clone soldiers- fielded in the tens of thousands to combat a hostile droid armada." He knew he was most likely saying stuff that was going to go over everyone's head- perhaps they'd show him the way out? Worth asking, at least.

 

[StarskiTM]

The figure stepped back writing another note.
"How do you feel, being man-made?"
Stepping closer to better hear the answer, with their head tilted.

 

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Price tilted his head to the side. Truly, he hadn't ever been asked of anything like that in such a manner before. “Couldn’t see it any other way. I either die, or I survive long enough to retire for the next five or so years left of my life. What matters is that we prevent the Separatists from destroying civilized life as we know it. It’s what I was created, trained to do.” He finished with a sigh; finally reaching up to remove his helmet. A slightly aged, weathered face with piercing hazel eyes and moderate facial hair looked at the figure and offered a slight smirk. His voice was clearer now; a deep, composed English accent graces every word he spoke. “You’re a right curious type. Forgive me, I though you lot would know about us. Unless, I’m truly somewhere else now.”

 

[StarskiTM]

The figure returns the favor and once again takes off their mask.
Passing another paper to Price.
"it's nice to meet you, good to see your contempt with your life."
Pausing for a moment they pass another note.
"I've heard about Republicans and Separatists and clones before, but I've been to many worlds. I am the curious type."

 

[Breadman]

"You're the real deal where you come from." Izrovut exhaled another cloud. "I tell that to everyone of you guys that does the same boast. Like I said, you're just part of my client base. As for your trick..." He took a drag and tilted his head back to avoid a bolt coming from Lucy's finger. The spell missed him by an inch and shattered the glass in the clown's hand.

"No outside drinks! Your tab from last time is still unpaid!"

"Well, you can leave the bar at any time you want." Precila shrugged as Price calmed down and talked with the figure. She had to admit, both of them just sitting down and talking to each other was interesting. "Door over there should lead you back to your home world." The bartender pointed towards the entrance guarded by Jazz and Orlo. Guarded doing a lot of heavy lifting as the two seemed to be preoccupied with a game of rock, paper scissors. "Don't know about your ship tho. It might be in one piece, might be in a million." She paused for a second to let him think on it. "You want anything we got on offer?"

 

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Price was stunned. So this entity had heard of the GAR. Most likely knew of the Jedi and the Sith, too. That was enough to get him to nod toward a spare table as he invited the figure to take a seat as well. Looking up to Precila, he nodded. "You have anything like Joh Blastoh Punch? If not, I'll just uh- take water. Thank you." He wasn't expecting the facilities to be that sophisticated, but it was worth asking. About the ship, however, that was a different gamble entirely. Once he got himself seated, he turned his attention back to the figure and raised an eyebrow. "You're tellin' me you actually have been to our galaxy? During the Clone Wars?" He didn't make an attempt to hide his surprise, after all, he'd never heard any such thing in his life.

 

[StarskiTM]

Sitting down across Price the figure writes another note.
"I don't know, your armor does not look familiar to me."
The Figure then leaned forward crossing their legs and setting down their mask on the table. They began to write another note.
"To Explain. I have been to many different.. "Galaxies" and I like traveling."
Smiling they leave one more quick note "Wars are fun to watch. Tell me about yours"

 

[Sir loin of beef]

Pandemon yeeted a bag of money at Lucy before glaring at izrovut "WHY DIDNT YOU WARN ME MY TAB WAS UNPAID?" Pandemon wedgied the information broker

 

[Breadman]

"A what now?" Precila raised an eyebrow as she heard Price's order. "One moment." She hurried back behind the counter and looked for something specific. To her relief she almost instantly saw the book she needed. The Codex Cocktarium was a handy book that Lucy had several copies of. As she explained it, one just needed to focus on what drink they needed to prepare in order to find it among the pages. "J-j-j-joh...ah right, its right here!" She placed her finger on the name and read out the ingredients and absolutely non of them made any sense to her. "What the hell is Hutt green?" She muttered under her breath as she looked at their stock. None of it seemed like what she needed. The bartender scratched her chin with worry as she looked at the instructions again. She was perplexed as some new text seemed to have materialized where it wasn't there before. It read out a list of alternatives to achieve a similar result. Well might as well. Who knows, maybe the soldier will like it? Cranberry juice, pineapple juice, lemon-lime soda, and rainbow sherbet. Odd, but the end result looked like the picture at least. She hurried over to the two to give Price his drink.

Lucy grabbed the bag and started to count the money while stifling a laugh at the antics. Money seemed to cover the tab.

"Well...You're not my client you infernal paliatcho." Izrovut billowed black smoke in his direction. "You stop looking so smug over there. Or do the no harassing other patrons rule suddenly not apply?" He sneered at Lucy.

"I was busy counting the money." She grinned "But yes, don't get carried away. Izzy is an ass, but he's useful when he's doing work here."

 

[Sir loin of beef]

"okay moooooom" pandemon snarked before lifting Izzy up by the underwear about 2 feet and dropping him

 

[Breadman]

"And here I thought you got the message." She rolled her eyes with a slight glint to them. "I said he was an ass, but he's mine. Your money is also not good here." Jazz stood behind Pandemon a second later. One heavy palm on the clown's shoulder and squeezed. Whatever powers the creature had drained away.

"Alright buddy, time out!" Jazz picked him up and dragged him to the door. "Out!" The door swung open, Pandemon was thrown out.

[[Pandemon is now banned from the Helldiver bar for bad behavior.]]

 

[StarskiTM]

The Figure shakes their head at the resolved situation.

 

[PixelSymphony]

Down a foggy street, in an unknown alley, a figure strode forth out of the mist, nonchalantly glancing around before heading straight for the Helldiver's front entrance, as if the concept of mysteriously appearing mere footsteps away from a location was as casual an activity as checking a watch. Clad in a dress shirt complimented with a red tie, and a black vest and skirt/cape skirt set, she looked very much a food service worker on her way to a shift. And indeed, as she she watched the door fly open and some misbehaving patron be summarily disposed of, she merely twisted to get out of the way, not even bothering to break her stride as she passed into the bar itself.

In the better lit environs of the interior of the bar, her figure could now be made out more clearly, in particular the flowing tresses of white hair, the crimson eyes, and the blackened horns sitting atop her head that indicated her less than human heritage. And yet for all the hell-based lineage she might have possessed, for a few moments she merely stood a few steps past the entryway, glancing around at the establishment's environs before giving a bit of a sigh. "I guess old habits die hard, huh Val?"

With a deep breath she stepped over to the counter and signaled for the bartender. "Hey there guv'ner. Mind makin' a girl an Old Fashioned?"

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[Breadman]

Lucy once again began to clean another glass when a new patron walked in. This one actually using the door like normal. Jazz of course didn't see the need to check if she's armed and dangerous. Lucky for everyone that seemed to be the case. Lucy raised an eyebrow as she ordered her drink. Surprisingly not that popular, but an oldie non-the less.

"Of course, darling." The demon picked up the sugar cube and placed it in the glass she was just cleaning, followed by dashes of bitters and water. While it muddled, she reached for the ice-cubes and whiskey. Rye would have to do for now. Should send for more variety soon. "Now I don't think I've met you or your fellows in this bar before." Lucy spoke as she gently stirred the cocktail "Personally, I find it interesting to know what's happening in the other places." As she spoke, she placed a cherry in the glass after some zest. "Welcome to the Helldiver." She finally finished as she served the drink.

 

[StarskiTM]

Although occupied with an interesting new friend, the figure found time to glace over and watch the newcomer.
Making a paper airplane the figure flew a note over to the bar.
"May I have watered down Vodka? Please."

 

[PixelSymphony]

While the proprietor of the bar went about the business of making the drink, Val sunk into a deep, tired lean on the bar, head propped up with both arms. However, anyone paying close attention would see her eyes carefully following Lucy's motions, intently watching her dissolve the sugar cube before she added the remaining ingredients. "My fellows?" she responded to the other demoness's question, a brow raising in curiosity. "'fraid I'm not sure who you're talking about... unless you mean the joker you just tossed out on his ear, in which case, uh uh, ain't got nothin' to do with him."

"Thanks, happy to be here," she added after the amber filled glass was slid across the counter. Raising the glass to her lips and taking a exploratory sip, she quickly followed it with a longer one, taking a few moments to aerate atop her palate. "Ah, this is quite well made," Val remarked with an air of knowledge, "Many times those who chose to use a sugar cube rather than simple syrup don't spend enough time mixing after they soak it with the bitters, creating a gritty mixture at the bottom that doesn't properly express its flavors." She nodded appreciatively, tipping the glass at Lucy in an ad hoc salute. "From one professional to another, my gratitude."

At that moment her free arm reflexively shot up, a fingerless-gloved hand snatching the paper airplane that had been flitting their way out of mid-air in the blink of an eye. She momentarily held it in place, peering at the paper plane as if expecting it to attack, before slowly lowering it to rest upon the oaken surface between her and the barkeep. "I... suspect this is for you," she flatly said, eyes averting slightly as she quickly lifted her glass in another drink.

 

[Breadman]

"Your fellow demons from where you come from, my dear." Lucy clarified on her statement from before. She then read the airplane note that was handed over by Val. "Precila, come get a drink for the table you're serving." She called out while grabbing the vodka bottle. She never knew why people would want watered down vodka, but she wasn't about to turn away clients over that of all things. Precila was quick on her feet to grab the drink and deliver it to the figure sitting next to Price, leaving Lucy to continue with the other client in front of her. "I don't think I caught a name there."

 

[PixelSymphony]

"... ah. Right. Of course. Truth be told there weren't many like me where I come from, so I suppose I'm not exactly surprised." She took another sip of the Old Fashioned and set the squat glass down on the countertop with a dull thunk. "My father was actually a half demon, and my mom was human, so I suppose that makes me a quarter-demon?" She shrugged. "I've found physiology involving the planes seems to evade proper mathematics." As she spoke, she glanced repeatedly at Precila, her eyes lingering on her form before she visibly tore them away.

"My apologies, you can call me Val. There's more to it than that, but let's start there and build up."

 

[StarskiTM]

The figure sets down a couple coins ask their drink arrives.
The figure takes a sip before shuttering.
Before they took out their book and started to write.