The Wrong Ingot Bar

Rosaria Thach wrote:"Theresh... a dark... preshench... in thish... bar..." Came a soft, drunken moan from the other side of the bar behind Jack, surprisingly he missed the passed out Hazorian Nun face down on the table thanks to the thick barman obscuring her from view...




...how he was capable of such was a feat in its own right. She was... hard to miss.

I see a woman of the Hazorian sect still is allowed to wear some sinfully delicious thongs~ Always was curious what they wore under those robes

Rosaria Thach wrote:"Theresh... a dark... preshench... in thish... bar..." Came a soft, drunken moan from the other side of the bar behind Jack, surprisingly he missed the passed out Hazorian Nun face down on the table thanks to the thick barman obscuring her from view...




...how he was capable of such was a feat in its own right. She was... hard to miss.

Nobody in the bar seemed able to see the figure clack in a jet black cloak that stood near the voluptuous patron.


Just as he willed it. His power masked his presence to all save those he deemed appropriate, and this was the perfect opportunity to begin meddling in Veran Seusdoma's affairs. The nun was half passed out and completely unaware he was even there despite allowing his presence to be known. "I won't bother with frivolities. You are affiliated with the church of Hazoria and are known for eradicating demons and devils. I have a lucrative target for that will pay handsomely if you can accomplish the job. All the details are in this note."
His voice was an ethereal song not of this world yet able to be understood by mortal ears.

The figure slid an ornate golden envelope under the nun's hand before turning and disappearing in a plume of dark smoke. The first of the dominos had now fallen....

Jack Morris wrote:

Rosaria Thach wrote:"Theresh... a dark... preshench... in thish... bar..." Came a soft, drunken moan from the other side of the bar behind Jack, surprisingly he missed the passed out Hazorian Nun face down on the table thanks to the thick barman obscuring her from view...




...how he was capable of such was a feat in its own right. She was... hard to miss.

Jack blinked, turning to the voice. Hell, it was the only sound besides the creaking floor and his own voice in this tomb of a bar. Peering from around the corner, his amber eyes went small. How did I miss you?! He thought and slowly approached. He couldn't get much of an angle of this angel save her... well, rear angle. She was one of those Hazorian Nun types, what were they called again? Executioners? He never met one personally, or from what he could recall. Jack couldn't see her face, but she had some very lovely curves. Those melons are huuge... and don't get me started on that peach of hers... His perverted mind observed. He was denied the protection of all the Gods due to his heritage, so thinking such about a woman of the cloth was no issue to him.

Jack silently sidestepped beside her, his curious mind lifted her skirt in lieu of Ushiko whose wallet he still had, and wasn't disappointed:





I see a woman of the Hazorian sect still is allowed to wear some sinfully delicious thongs~ Always was curious what they wore under those robes He chuckled to himself, letting the dress fall back over her lovely, fishnet covered ass. She was... very pale, he noticed. Was curious now if this was some sort of dark spell that caused this place to be the way it was right now. He knew Tsubo wouldn't have done this...

"Hmp?" He could see the tipped over mug of what appeared to be beer, the contents of which still dripping off the counter. "Okay, so the alcohol is bad... good to know before I got myself a sample." He comments, before leaning beside the Nun. "Sorry, was distracted, could you repeat that beautiful?" the half Imp hummed in her ear.

BastionCon wrote:

Rosaria Thach wrote:"Theresh... a dark... preshench... in thish... bar..." Came a soft, drunken moan from the other side of the bar behind Jack, surprisingly he missed the passed out Hazorian Nun face down on the table thanks to the thick barman obscuring her from view...




...how he was capable of such was a feat in its own right. She was... hard to miss.

Nobody in the bar seemed able to see the figure clack in a jet black cloak that stood near the voluptuous patron.


Just as he willed it. His power masked his presence to all save those he deemed appropriate, and this was the perfect opportunity to begin meddling in Veran Seusdoma's affairs. The nun was half passed out and completely unaware he was even there despite allowing his presence to be known. "I won't bother with frivolities. You are affiliated with the church of Hazoria and are known for eradicating demons and devils. I have a lucrative target for that will pay handsomely if you can accomplish the job. All the details are in this note."
His voice was an ethereal song not of this world yet able to be understood by mortal ears.

The figure slid an ornate golden envelope under the nun's hand before turning and disappearing in a plume of dark smoke. The first of the dominos had now fallen....

BastionCon wrote:The letter had been opened and was being read at this very moment. "They never can resist. So easy to fool are mortals."

The letter detailed a 100k Gilex bounty as well as a picture of Veran for easy identification.


It also detailed a list of atrocities including the butchering of a remote village in a Galiavan mountain range and the kidnapping of young women across the continent to sell into slavery. Of course, he had no proof, but that wasn't necessary with the enchantment laid upon the letter. It would compel the nun to seek Veran out to exact justice for the false accusations. All for the sole purpose of making the half-devil's life more difficult.

Jack Morris wrote:Jack didn't expect much of a response, but then noticed... well it was hard to describe. It was like staring at the heatwaves on a hot road, a shimmering force, which stood opposite of the nun, and it was dark. "What the hell... is that?" He gasped, backing up slightly. He couldn't hear anything, but the nun seemed to stir... and despite being shitfaced, she was quite the looker too! He was distracted by her beauty that when he remembered the 'shade', glancing back to where it was again- and it was gone!

"What the hell was that?" He asked himself again, before noting the nun was... opening nothing? She looked like she was opening a package, a purse or a letter? If it was sent by a mime that is! Crazy... crazy people ever- His thoughts paused when she screamed out something Hazorian like, and was greeted briefly by the soft yet firmness of her large breasts smacking him in the face! They are all perfect~! His mind rolled, as he hit the ground on his back! He winced, brought out of his perverted daze and then felt fear as she conjured her holy spear! "Oh shit, lady, it was only a quick peek!" He screamed, covering his face. "Just not the face!!" He curled up into a ball, and then was tumbling across the floor, hitting one of the tables as the woman fled the scene instead of smiting him...

"Ouch..." he winced, holding his head, deciding to sit there with the 'drones' for the moment. What the heck was with her eyes? That was weirder than this... nah, this bar and its brain dead clientele are more weird. What was it she said? A dark presence was in this pub? He asked himself, but remained sitting on the floor with his legs spread and his arms folded across his chest as he tried to get to the bottom of this mystery... and why his 'Tsubo' senses were still tingling if he wasn't in sight...

Ushiko Togo wrote:
(from here)

"Taking a wallet is unlawful, but stealing a TIRS Agent's wallet is just asking to have yourself shot." Came a cold, almost android voice Jack never heard before, but the sound of the handgun coming off safety, was probably something he was used to.



Ushiko's custom Falcon III tapped against her left thigh as she stood to Jack's right, in front of the entrance. She had entered before the door had closed in the nun's exit, so the bell didn't wrinkle for her as she entered swiftly.

She looked down at him, her bag still shouldered and supported by her right hand. Her large golden gaze fixated on his movements. "So are you asking to be shot? Mr. Morris." Ushiko firmly asked.



One of her earbuds hung, and the odd 'self help' audio which was playing out of her mobile phone was able to be heard from his position.

Bea Hunnie wrote:(from here)

"Ugh... that place was lame anyway..." Bea sighed, arms behind her head as she wandered Danton for another bar to drink at. There was one close by the Danton City Pub, but she could hear a lot of chaos within, and didn't need that kind of heat in spite of how angry she was when she left the DCP. Bea continued walking along the river side, then noticed a sleepy looking pub with a silly name. "The Wrong Ingot Bar? Heh... cute." She hummed, and approached the entrance, opening the door when she heard the bell wrinkle, whispers flowing through her bear ears, then... noticed the woman with the massive gonzongas holding a gun, and some red haired guy sitting on the ground.

She blinked at them both... groaning a little at the woman's bigger boobs. She's flaunting those puppies like she doesn't care... granted, hard to conceal those massive missiles... dayum... She thought, flustered, and a little annoyed in comparison. Her eyes turned to the other patrons... who seemed to be devoid of life, the barman staring at nothing ahead of him, ignoring them entirely. "...Yo, tits, ginger- not to interrupt, but mind if I just grab a drink without getting shot...?" She asked, nodding to the woman's pistol.

Jack Morris wrote:

Ushiko Togo wrote:
(from here)

"Taking a wallet is unlawful, but stealing a TIRS Agent's wallet is just asking to have yourself shot." Came a cold, almost android voice Jack never heard before, but the sound of the handgun coming off safety, was probably something he was used to.



Ushiko's custom Falcon III tapped against her left thigh as she stood to Jack's right, in front of the entrance. She had entered before the door had closed in the nun's exit, so the bell didn't wrinkle for her as she entered swiftly.

She looked down at him, her bag still shouldered and supported by her right hand. Her large golden gaze fixated on his movements. "So are you asking to be shot? Mr. Morris." Ushiko firmly asked.



One of her earbuds hung, and the odd 'self help' audio which was playing out of her mobile phone was able to be heard from his position.

"Huh...?" Jack's head shifted to the right, glancing up at the woman who stood in the entryway. Ooooh, Double Megaton Babe! Damn, she got here quick... I don't even see fuzzball yet.... He thought, before taking note of the gun, and her not too subtle threat. He checked his clothes, still had his wallet and fake IDs, and then turned to her with a pout. "What the hell, I'm the one with your wallet! How the heck do you know me with just my appearance alone?!" Jack protests, feeling sorely cheated.

Bea Hunnie wrote:(from here)

"Ugh... that place was lame anyway..." Bea sighed, arms behind her head as she wandered Danton for another bar to drink at. There was one close by the Danton City Pub, but she could hear a lot of chaos within, and didn't need that kind of heat in spite of how angry she was when she left the DCP. Bea continued walking along the river side, then noticed a sleepy looking pub with a silly name. "The Wrong Ingot Bar? Heh... cute." She hummed, and approached the entrance, opening the door when she heard the bell wrinkle, whispers flowing through her bear ears, then... noticed the woman with the massive gonzongas holding a gun, and some red haired guy sitting on the ground.

She blinked at them both... groaning a little at the woman's bigger boobs. She's flaunting those puppies like she doesn't care... granted, hard to conceal those massive missiles... dayum... She thought, flustered, and a little annoyed in comparison. Her eyes turned to the other patrons... who seemed to be devoid of life, the barman staring at nothing ahead of him, ignoring them entirely. "...Yo, tits, ginger- not to interrupt, but mind if I just grab a drink without getting shot...?" She asked, nodding to the woman's pistol.

The wrinkle of the bell turned both to the attention of the young bear-cub, who looked mildly familiar. "Heh, you're right, I have no soul~" He winked, using one of his rare abilities he could make use of from time to time, his body vanishing from view in a puff of smoke and ethereal red flame!

However...

The gust from the breezy floorboards wooshed upwards beneath Ushiko Togo, and the young cub; but for the bear she was safe while Ushi's skirt blew up her hips, revealing her panties and thighs!

"White lace? That's it? Kinda boring...Ushi..." Jack sighed, reappearing behind the bar, beside the brain dead barman who continued to stare at nothing, not acknowledging anyone- much like the customers sitting down. "I'd have pegged ya as a thong- black and blue double strap low or high leg, kinda gal. Maybe yellow lace too." He said upon folding his arms across his chest, leaning against the bar man shoulder, legs crossed as well as he glanced over to the women. "I wouldn't advise it Hunnie Bun, I fear the alcohol will turn you into one of these 'zombies' here.  See? Nothing home." Jack explained.

Ushiko Togo wrote:

Jack Morris wrote:

Ushiko Togo wrote:
(from here)

"Taking a wallet is unlawful, but stealing a TIRS Agent's wallet is just asking to have yourself shot." Came a cold, almost android voice Jack never heard before, but the sound of the handgun coming off safety, was probably something he was used to.



Ushiko's custom Falcon III tapped against her left thigh as she stood to Jack's right, in front of the entrance. She had entered before the door had closed in the nun's exit, so the bell didn't wrinkle for her as she entered swiftly.

She looked down at him, her bag still shouldered and supported by her right hand. Her large golden gaze fixated on his movements. "So are you asking to be shot? Mr. Morris." Ushiko firmly asked.



One of her earbuds hung, and the odd 'self help' audio which was playing out of her mobile phone was able to be heard from his position.

"Huh...?" Jack's head shifted to the right, glancing up at the woman who stood in the entryway. Ooooh, Double Megaton Babe! Damn, she got here quick... I don't even see fuzzball yet.... He thought, before taking note of the gun, and her not too subtle threat. He checked his clothes, still had his wallet and fake IDs, and then turned to her with a pout. "What the hell, I'm the one with your wallet! How the heck do you know me with just my appearance alone?!" Jack protests, feeling sorely cheated.

Bea Hunnie wrote:(from here)

"Ugh... that place was lame anyway..." Bea sighed, arms behind her head as she wandered Danton for another bar to drink at. There was one close by the Danton City Pub, but she could hear a lot of chaos within, and didn't need that kind of heat in spite of how angry she was when she left the DCP. Bea continued walking along the river side, then noticed a sleepy looking pub with a silly name. "The Wrong Ingot Bar? Heh... cute." She hummed, and approached the entrance, opening the door when she heard the bell wrinkle, whispers flowing through her bear ears, then... noticed the woman with the massive gonzongas holding a gun, and some red haired guy sitting on the ground.

She blinked at them both... groaning a little at the woman's bigger boobs. She's flaunting those puppies like she doesn't care... granted, hard to conceal those massive missiles... dayum... She thought, flustered, and a little annoyed in comparison. Her eyes turned to the other patrons... who seemed to be devoid of life, the barman staring at nothing ahead of him, ignoring them entirely. "...Yo, tits, ginger- not to interrupt, but mind if I just grab a drink without getting shot...?" She asked, nodding to the woman's pistol.

The wrinkle of the bell turned both to the attention of the young bear-cub, who looked mildly familiar. "Heh, you're right, I have no soul~" He winked, using one of his rare abilities he could make use of from time to time, his body vanishing from view in a puff of smoke and ethereal red flame!

However...

The gust from the breezy floorboards wooshed upwards beneath Ushiko Togo, and the young cub; but for the bear she was safe while Ushi's skirt blew up her hips, revealing her panties and thighs!

"White lace? That's it? Kinda boring...Ushi..." Jack sighed, reappearing behind the bar, beside the brain dead barman who continued to stare at nothing, not acknowledging anyone- much like the customers sitting down. "I'd have pegged ya as a thong- black and blue double strap low or high leg, kinda gal. Maybe yellow lace too." He said upon folding his arms across his chest, leaning against the bar man shoulder, legs crossed as well as he glanced over to the women. "I wouldn't advise it Hunnie Bun, I fear the alcohol will turn you into one of these 'zombies' here.  See? Nothing home." Jack explained.

She raised a brow at the young man's rantings, absently pushing her skirt back down, and being only mildly flustered about it. "Ushiko Togo. Mr. Morris, I would really appreciate it if you handed me my wallet back. Need I remind you that you have a serious bounty on your head?" She threatened in a calm, collected manner, before turning to the newest arrival, Marika. "I'm with the TIRS-"

Jack: "Ya can't prove that!"

"-and this man has taken my wallet." she explained, before turning to Jack again. "Jack Morris... hmm. You know, perhaps instead of threats, I'll make a proposition with you." She began, walking towards the bar, holstering the handgun in her bag. "Besides the wallet, I believe both you and your partner in crime, Tsubo Tangeshima can help me with a matter involving a sting at a Casino owned by Mr. Jay, you've heard of the man, yes?" She asked.

Jack Morris wrote:

Ushiko Togo wrote:

Jack Morris wrote:

Ushiko Togo wrote:
(from here)

"Taking a wallet is unlawful, but stealing a TIRS Agent's wallet is just asking to have yourself shot." Came a cold, almost android voice Jack never heard before, but the sound of the handgun coming off safety, was probably something he was used to.



Ushiko's custom Falcon III tapped against her left thigh as she stood to Jack's right, in front of the entrance. She had entered before the door had closed in the nun's exit, so the bell didn't wrinkle for her as she entered swiftly.

She looked down at him, her bag still shouldered and supported by her right hand. Her large golden gaze fixated on his movements. "So are you asking to be shot? Mr. Morris." Ushiko firmly asked.



One of her earbuds hung, and the odd 'self help' audio which was playing out of her mobile phone was able to be heard from his position.

"Huh...?" Jack's head shifted to the right, glancing up at the woman who stood in the entryway. Ooooh, Double Megaton Babe! Damn, she got here quick... I don't even see fuzzball yet.... He thought, before taking note of the gun, and her not too subtle threat. He checked his clothes, still had his wallet and fake IDs, and then turned to her with a pout. "What the hell, I'm the one with your wallet! How the heck do you know me with just my appearance alone?!" Jack protests, feeling sorely cheated.

Bea Hunnie wrote:(from here)

"Ugh... that place was lame anyway..." Bea sighed, arms behind her head as she wandered Danton for another bar to drink at. There was one close by the Danton City Pub, but she could hear a lot of chaos within, and didn't need that kind of heat in spite of how angry she was when she left the DCP. Bea continued walking along the river side, then noticed a sleepy looking pub with a silly name. "The Wrong Ingot Bar? Heh... cute." She hummed, and approached the entrance, opening the door when she heard the bell wrinkle, whispers flowing through her bear ears, then... noticed the woman with the massive gonzongas holding a gun, and some red haired guy sitting on the ground.

She blinked at them both... groaning a little at the woman's bigger boobs. She's flaunting those puppies like she doesn't care... granted, hard to conceal those massive missiles... dayum... She thought, flustered, and a little annoyed in comparison. Her eyes turned to the other patrons... who seemed to be devoid of life, the barman staring at nothing ahead of him, ignoring them entirely. "...Yo, tits, ginger- not to interrupt, but mind if I just grab a drink without getting shot...?" She asked, nodding to the woman's pistol.

The wrinkle of the bell turned both to the attention of the young bear-cub, who looked mildly familiar. "Heh, you're right, I have no soul~" He winked, using one of his rare abilities he could make use of from time to time, his body vanishing from view in a puff of smoke and ethereal red flame!

However...

The gust from the breezy floorboards wooshed upwards beneath Ushiko Togo, and the young cub; but for the bear she was safe while Ushi's skirt blew up her hips, revealing her panties and thighs!

"White lace? That's it? Kinda boring...Ushi..." Jack sighed, reappearing behind the bar, beside the brain dead barman who continued to stare at nothing, not acknowledging anyone- much like the customers sitting down. "I'd have pegged ya as a thong- black and blue double strap low or high leg, kinda gal. Maybe yellow lace too." He said upon folding his arms across his chest, leaning against the bar man shoulder, legs crossed as well as he glanced over to the women. "I wouldn't advise it Hunnie Bun, I fear the alcohol will turn you into one of these 'zombies' here.  See? Nothing home." Jack explained.

She raised a brow at the young man's rantings, absently pushing her skirt back down, and being only mildly flustered about it. "Ushiko Togo. Mr. Morris, I would really appreciate it if you handed me my wallet back. Need I remind you that you have a serious bounty on your head?" She threatened in a calm, collected manner, before turning to the newest arrival, Marika. "I'm with the TIRS-"

Jack: "Ya can't prove that!"

"-and this man has taken my wallet." she explained, before turning to Jack again. "Jack Morris... hmm. You know, perhaps instead of threats, I'll make a proposition with you." She began, walking towards the bar, holstering the handgun in her bag. "Besides the wallet, I believe both you and your partner in crime, Tsubo Tangeshima can help me with a matter involving a sting at a Casino owned by Mr. Jay, you've heard of the man, yes?" She asked.

To this Jack paled. He never figured he'd ever hear mention of that slimy bastard again, nor recall the gross visage of that man's ''wife'' once more, but here he was... and now tossing the wallet back to the pretty TIRS agent. "Nope. Not in your life. Tsubo and I said we'd never go back to that slimy worm's place again, we barely made it out alive to begin with! He wanted us to 'do his wife' for Frey'd's sake!" He visibly gagged, and shivered, leaning against the bar. "I mean, its one of the few Casino's which Goblins aren't a part of, and its because the green bastards don't like the look or smell of that slimeball!" he explained.

Adam Genova & Cohorts wrote:The bar's patrons instantly fell quiet as a seven foot, four inches tall figure strolled in. Cell's particular visage was quite striking compared to everyone else with his beak, pointed head crest, wings, and flicking tail. His body creaked with each step as his three toed feet clacked clacked against the wooden floor. An unfortunate result of his biomechanical nature but he wasn't going for stealth at the moment anyway.

No, Cell was there in search of prey and a feisty redhead in particular. He has seen Marika earlier in the day and was utterly determined to make her a part of him. His slitted eyes also scanned the other patrons and immediately caught sight of the voluptuous beauty of Ushiko Togo. He would simply have to make a meal out of her too. To be honest, the entire bar was as good as dead. He just decided to make it official.

So in all of his arrogance and insanity, Cell casually strolled up to Marika so that he cast a shadow on her from behind to ask, "So tell me, would you say you taste more like cherries or strawberries?" Cell's eyes narrowed while he kept his tail parked at waist height, ready to strike at any given moment.

Marika Kamimura wrote:"Don't be such a coward, Morris! I've seen you and the Commander's kid kick ass before! Besides, if it means ending the slugs lives doesn't that mean an end of your problems?" She offered, shaking her head side to side. It was then, an ominous chill fell upon the bar patrons with the wrinkling of the bell just barely being process from behind...

Adam Genova & Cohorts wrote:The bar's patrons instantly fell quiet as a seven foot, four inches tall figure strolled in. Cell's particular visage was quite striking compared to everyone else with his beak, pointed head crest, wings, and flicking tail. His body creaked with each step as his three toed feet clacked clacked against the wooden floor. An unfortunate result of his biomechanical nature but he wasn't going for stealth at the moment anyway.

No, Cell was there in search of prey and a feisty redhead in particular. He has seen Marika earlier in the day and was utterly determined to make her a part of him. His slitted eyes also scanned the other patrons and immediately caught sight of the voluptuous beauty of Ushiko Togo. He would simply have to make a meal out of her too. To be honest, the entire bar was as good as dead. He just decided to make it official.

So in all of his arrogance and insanity, Cell casually strolled up to Marika so that he cast a shadow on her from behind to ask, "So tell me, would you say you taste more like cherries or strawberries?" Cell's eyes narrowed while he kept his tail parked at waist height, ready to strike at any given moment.

"Huh?" questioned Mari, who turned around, breasts bouncing from her swift movements as she turned and then proceeded to look slightly upward into the eyes of the odd creature that now stood before her!



The woman's dress was quite scandalous- a pleated khaki miniskirt, a red pleather jacket overtop a zebra print backless vest which showed off her well endowed bosom and cleavage! Side boob, innerside boob, the black lace triangle top she wore under the vest! She also had skin tight black spandex thigh high leggings and brown leather heeled boots with fur trim. She was just as 'hot' in appearance as she was in personality, the woman taking a half step back with balled up fists, her purple eyes lit with a bright flame! "What you say to me, freak?!" She spat, and began yanking her sidearm from her purse once again, her eyes just noticing the flickering tail just as she was about to yank her handgun out!

Marika Kamimura wrote:Hearing the word 'bitch' struck a nerve as Marika drew her handgun out! "Oh you're fuckin' dead now cree-" her words stopped dead as her purple eyes got small as the shadow of the creature's tail loomed over her head!



Oh...shit!! It only just dawned on the woman then, he had also said 'eat ya' in that sentence!!



"---!!?" An unintelligible scream exited Marika's yawning mouth as she was suddenly engulfed by Cell's encompassing tail! She dropped her weapon, which uselessly clattered to the floor below, her bare hands gripping the lip of the tail's opening as it gripped over her head tightly! With a surprising ease, Marika felt the creature lift her bodyweight off the ground, feeling her boots leaving the planks which covered the floor! "Wh-what the hell is this thing?!" Screamed an alarmed Marika within the quickly growing 'bell end' (haha) of the creature! She began to, by instinct, kick and squirm her long, shapely legs and those sumptuously thick thighs as he lifted her about like a rag doll!

---

The interior of the tail was slimy, and saliva? was already washing over her pretty face and eyes, making them sting! "Shit, shit shiiiit!! What the fuck is going on?!" She screamed inside the undulating mass, all the while her body jiggled, kicked and squirmed as fiercely as she could! She tried to conjure fire into her hands, to help peel back the tail gripping her head, but it seemed to do little or nothing at all save light up the interior of the tail and give Mari a glance of the undulating throat like passage above her! "Oh Gods, it... it really means it! You're trying to eat me big boy?! I like to see you get past my GRADE A TATAS!" She spat, as the fluid began to dribble from the narrow cracks and vents of his tail's 'lips' across her bouncing, jiggling duo outside!