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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>There isn't much sound in the bar, in fact, if not for the chatter of the 'regular' beings, it would be down right quiet. However, there is a tention in the air that could almost be cut with a dagger. There are quite a few beings with the Shadow Pendent upon them, that same feeling of 'wrongness' coming from them all, but much more muted then that from a 'pure' shadow. They sit, sipping from cups, are idly eating a meal. Even the bartender, a white rabbit, looks slightly edgy, though there is no pendant around her neck, shadow or otherwise. Within the bar itself, it looks very similar to Freeswords, with a different arragement of furnature. Racks of drinks, a kitchen in the back, even rooms that could be rented for the night.<br> <br>Calisiel has been looking for a new place to stay, as her tent had caught fire again. Probably her fault, given her affinity for flames. She heads towards the bar, taking a seat on a stool. She tilts her head, looking at the rabbit. Gives the bartender a small wave. "Hello."<br> <br>Sinead picks her way through the outskirts of her city, carrying her staff and her bag of tools. The ferret pauses just inside the Roost as she adjusts her ascot (and the pendant she wears under it), and spends a moment listening to the crowd. Her hackles start to raise as she keys in on the murmurd words - both heard and unheard - then shakes her head and moves to the bar.<br> <br>The bar tender looks over toward Calisiel as she walks in, "Oh thank the Creators another normal being." She says, looking about the place. She waves Calisiel over, leaning against the bar. Her Shelled Clan symbol easily seen on her shoulder. "Come on over here, what can I get you to drink?" She asks, then notices Sinead walking over. She looks the ferret over a moment. "And you, go ahead and take a seat anywhere you'd like! I'll be over to take your order in a moment!" She says just as cheerfully |
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| + | [Among the telegraphed conversation, it is easy to tell that the general topic is the shadows that are now awakened out near The Green Valley. Without trying to make clear communication with one or another though, it is hard to sort out the chatter that is just permiated trough the place. Something is clear from the get go though, worry is the chief feel of what is caught.]<br> <br>Calisiel nods to the bartender. "Yes, drink. Do you have whiskey?" She asks, instead of assuming. "Maybe some bread too?" As one who is not shadow tongued, she cannot tell any conversations of the sort going on. "Is there anything important happening?" She scratches at her chest, tapping the soulgem around her neck.<br> <br>The short ferret gives the bartender a look, tilting her head to the side; then Sinead moves up to the bar and settles onto a stool. She had said anywhere, after all. She waits her turn for a drink, though, folding her hands together and resting her arms on the bar as she patiently waits, giving Calisiel a little nod. [What happened?] she asks one of the stronger voices she picks out from the murmur. [I have not heard many details.]<br> <br>The bunny continues to look about, then gets out a glass, turns around and pulls out a bottle. Filling it up, she hands it over to Calisiel, "Here we are. Now," she leans in close to Calisiel, trying to whisper quietly, "can you tell me what has all these shadow types in an uproar? Not that you could tell just looking at them, but trust me, I've been around them enough since the king started letting them come near the city, something's up, and they ain't exactly keen on saying what." She says, "Tell me in a minute, I'll be right back." Before walking over to Sinead next, "And what can I do for you? Anything at all?" She asks. | ||
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| + | As Sinead reaches out to one of the louder voices, a raccoon turns to look at her, [I take it you haven't heard yet then, another group of our kin, survived in stasis since the crash into the moon, was revived by some foolish beings looking to, 'learn more about creator artificts.' Calls themselves the technologists. Needless to say, they are convinced that it is our mission still to elimenate all the beings on the planets.] He answers before resuming at his own drink.<br> <br>Calisiel chuckles softly to herself; knowing she'll be no help to the bartender. At least, not through more direct, unpleasant means than eavesdropping. She takes a sip of her whiskey, looks at some of the shadow touched in the room. Briefly considers just flat out approaching one, flashing some flames, then asking bluntly: 'What's up'. But, she waits for now. Probably not a good idea to do that.<br> <br>Sinead looks up at the bartenderm, and her nose twitches. She looks over at Calisiel, then back to the bunny, and puts on her best-practiced polite smile. Something like a polite smile, anyway. "I will have a whiskey, too. A short one. Please." She bows her head, in gratitude. [Oh, is that all? So they join the ferals and the unenlightened. A few might be saved. The locals know we are not affiliated, right?]<br> <br>Turning around a moment, grabbing a small glass, the rabbit pours another glass from the same bottle. "Here you go, if you need anything else, feel free to ask!" She says, seems very cheerful. She returns however, to Calisiel, leaning in once more, "I heard that there was a group that went to figure out things out there, even ran into Jessica Blackback! Have you any news there?" She says, still trying to keep the hushed tone. All about the shadows seem to shift slightly, both those in a being, and the shadows from the lights. | ||
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| + | Sipping again from his drink, the raccoon doesn't answer, but another voice comes to Sinead, a kangaroo in the back left corner, [This isn't that small a matter young one, they could pose quite a threat to the beings here, make no mistake of that. We are not yet completely sure of what they wish, only that they woke and began their work. They were quick about taking care of those Technologists, though what I've heard of them leaves me to believe the beings themselves wouldn't have been kinder to them. No, those beings that went after to see about things, I'm glad they didn't get any farther then they did. They should have listened to Jermey. As far as the locals know, we are seperate yes, but tentions are still renewed by some.] She says as she continues to work on her salad.<br> <br>Calisiel nods. "I was with that group, yes. Jessica sounded scared, to me. Heh, it was amusing. Really, I kind of tuned out of most of the discussions, hadn't slept for a day and a half before joining that group." She drinks about half her glass quickly. "I remember a big flash of light, thought it was lightning. But was told it wasn't lightning. I did fight some shadows, though." She looks at a few of the shadow touched in the room, or those she believes to be shadow touched.<br> <br>Sinead nods her head, mulling over what she was hearing, and takes a drink from her glass. She looks over at Calisiel and the bartender, leaning towards them a little. "Really?" she asks. "What happened? I heard there was some group that found something out there in the Valley, and then another couple of groups moved in and that there was a big fight. Who else was there?"<br> <br>The bartender takes what she hears in stride, "So, you were there? What did you see?" This combined with Calisiel's talk gets her some attention! Many eyes and ears are now upon her. The bartender then looks next over to Sinead, "And where did you hear that? Trying to start a rumor about things or something?" She asks. Quite a few shadows look over to Sinead a moment, though for now, mearly listen. The bartender refills Calisiel's glass, "But do please go on, what else did you see? Names Rebby if your interested." She says. | ||
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There isn't much sound in the bar, in fact, if not for the chatter of the 'regular' beings, it would be down right quiet. However, there is a tention in the air that could almost be cut with a dagger. There are quite a few beings with the Shadow Pendent upon them, that same feeling of 'wrongness' coming from them all, but much more muted then that from a 'pure' shadow. They sit, sipping from cups, are idly eating a meal. Even the bartender, a white rabbit, looks slightly edgy, though there is no pendant around her neck, shadow or otherwise. Within the bar itself, it looks very similar to Freeswords, with a different arragement of furnature. Racks of drinks, a kitchen in the back, even rooms that could be rented for the night.
Calisiel has been looking for a new place to stay, as her tent had caught fire again. Probably her fault, given her affinity for flames. She heads towards the bar, taking a seat on a stool. She tilts her head, looking at the rabbit. Gives the bartender a small wave. "Hello."
Sinead picks her way through the outskirts of her city, carrying her staff and her bag of tools. The ferret pauses just inside the Roost as she adjusts her ascot (and the pendant she wears under it), and spends a moment listening to the crowd. Her hackles start to raise as she keys in on the murmurd words - both heard and unheard - then shakes her head and moves to the bar.
The bar tender looks over toward Calisiel as she walks in, "Oh thank the Creators another normal being." She says, looking about the place. She waves Calisiel over, leaning against the bar. Her Shelled Clan symbol easily seen on her shoulder. "Come on over here, what can I get you to drink?" She asks, then notices Sinead walking over. She looks the ferret over a moment. "And you, go ahead and take a seat anywhere you'd like! I'll be over to take your order in a moment!" She says just as cheerfully
[Among the telegraphed conversation, it is easy to tell that the general topic is the shadows that are now awakened out near The Green Valley. Without trying to make clear communication with one or another though, it is hard to sort out the chatter that is just permiated trough the place. Something is clear from the get go though, worry is the chief feel of what is caught.]
Calisiel nods to the bartender. "Yes, drink. Do you have whiskey?" She asks, instead of assuming. "Maybe some bread too?" As one who is not shadow tongued, she cannot tell any conversations of the sort going on. "Is there anything important happening?" She scratches at her chest, tapping the soulgem around her neck.
The short ferret gives the bartender a look, tilting her head to the side; then Sinead moves up to the bar and settles onto a stool. She had said anywhere, after all. She waits her turn for a drink, though, folding her hands together and resting her arms on the bar as she patiently waits, giving Calisiel a little nod. [What happened?] she asks one of the stronger voices she picks out from the murmur. [I have not heard many details.]
The bunny continues to look about, then gets out a glass, turns around and pulls out a bottle. Filling it up, she hands it over to Calisiel, "Here we are. Now," she leans in close to Calisiel, trying to whisper quietly, "can you tell me what has all these shadow types in an uproar? Not that you could tell just looking at them, but trust me, I've been around them enough since the king started letting them come near the city, something's up, and they ain't exactly keen on saying what." She says, "Tell me in a minute, I'll be right back." Before walking over to Sinead next, "And what can I do for you? Anything at all?" She asks.
As Sinead reaches out to one of the louder voices, a raccoon turns to look at her, [I take it you haven't heard yet then, another group of our kin, survived in stasis since the crash into the moon, was revived by some foolish beings looking to, 'learn more about creator artificts.' Calls themselves the technologists. Needless to say, they are convinced that it is our mission still to elimenate all the beings on the planets.] He answers before resuming at his own drink.
Calisiel chuckles softly to herself; knowing she'll be no help to the bartender. At least, not through more direct, unpleasant means than eavesdropping. She takes a sip of her whiskey, looks at some of the shadow touched in the room. Briefly considers just flat out approaching one, flashing some flames, then asking bluntly: 'What's up'. But, she waits for now. Probably not a good idea to do that.
Sinead looks up at the bartenderm, and her nose twitches. She looks over at Calisiel, then back to the bunny, and puts on her best-practiced polite smile. Something like a polite smile, anyway. "I will have a whiskey, too. A short one. Please." She bows her head, in gratitude. [Oh, is that all? So they join the ferals and the unenlightened. A few might be saved. The locals know we are not affiliated, right?]
Turning around a moment, grabbing a small glass, the rabbit pours another glass from the same bottle. "Here you go, if you need anything else, feel free to ask!" She says, seems very cheerful. She returns however, to Calisiel, leaning in once more, "I heard that there was a group that went to figure out things out there, even ran into Jessica Blackback! Have you any news there?" She says, still trying to keep the hushed tone. All about the shadows seem to shift slightly, both those in a being, and the shadows from the lights.
Sipping again from his drink, the raccoon doesn't answer, but another voice comes to Sinead, a kangaroo in the back left corner, [This isn't that small a matter young one, they could pose quite a threat to the beings here, make no mistake of that. We are not yet completely sure of what they wish, only that they woke and began their work. They were quick about taking care of those Technologists, though what I've heard of them leaves me to believe the beings themselves wouldn't have been kinder to them. No, those beings that went after to see about things, I'm glad they didn't get any farther then they did. They should have listened to Jermey. As far as the locals know, we are seperate yes, but tentions are still renewed by some.] She says as she continues to work on her salad.
Calisiel nods. "I was with that group, yes. Jessica sounded scared, to me. Heh, it was amusing. Really, I kind of tuned out of most of the discussions, hadn't slept for a day and a half before joining that group." She drinks about half her glass quickly. "I remember a big flash of light, thought it was lightning. But was told it wasn't lightning. I did fight some shadows, though." She looks at a few of the shadow touched in the room, or those she believes to be shadow touched.
Sinead nods her head, mulling over what she was hearing, and takes a drink from her glass. She looks over at Calisiel and the bartender, leaning towards them a little. "Really?" she asks. "What happened? I heard there was some group that found something out there in the Valley, and then another couple of groups moved in and that there was a big fight. Who else was there?"
The bartender takes what she hears in stride, "So, you were there? What did you see?" This combined with Calisiel's talk gets her some attention! Many eyes and ears are now upon her. The bartender then looks next over to Sinead, "And where did you hear that? Trying to start a rumor about things or something?" She asks. Quite a few shadows look over to Sinead a moment, though for now, mearly listen. The bartender refills Calisiel's glass, "But do please go on, what else did you see? Names Rebby if your interested." She says.
