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Post by Alexander the Great on Jan 21, 2007 20:11:52 GMT -5
Alexander wandered into the bar, still in full battle gear. Spain had been exhausting, and if he'd had more forces, he might have been able to conquer it. Grieved, he started to make his way to a back table, when he spotted a very familiar head.
Silently, he went to the bar and put a hand on Nadir's shoulder as he overheard his last words.
"I thought Georgiana was dead," he said softly.
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Post by Nadir on Jan 21, 2007 20:17:38 GMT -5
*Nadir turned and smiled half-heartedly at his friend.*
"Alas, no. I hope to have seen the last of her for the time being, though. How have you been, Xandros?" *he asked, motioning to the barman to pour another drink for the newcomer.*
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Post by Alexander the Great on Jan 21, 2007 20:23:08 GMT -5
Alexander smiled at Nadir.
"I am weary, old friend. I went to try to conquer Spain." He shook his head and threw back the whiskey, baring his throat.
"Alas, Spain is not to be conquered...yet. But who is your companion?" he asked, nodding to Sinclair. "The resemblence is remarkable."
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Post by Nadir on Jan 21, 2007 20:27:07 GMT -5
*Nadir shrugged.* "What good ever came from Spain, in any case?" *He turned to regard the boy beside him for a moment.*
"No idea who he is. Just spoke to him at the bar. A fellow-being in need of memory modification by means of hard liquor."
*He squinted at Sinclair.*
"He has one of those faces, I suppose. I thought he seemed familiar, too."
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Post by Alexander the Great on Jan 21, 2007 20:33:08 GMT -5
Alexander laughed harshly.
"I suppose nothing but beautiful women...I should have brought you back one as a concubine."
He smiled sadly.
"It slipped my mind...there were rumors of Hephaestion." He swallowed more whiskey.
"But not the man...never the man."
He shook himself abruptly and peered at Sinclair.
"By all the gods, Nadir, he looks very much like you. Mayhap he's a relative?"
He glanced at his friend, and his manner suddenly turned serious.
"My kori...where is she?"
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Post by Nadir on Jan 21, 2007 20:39:26 GMT -5
*Nadir took his drink from the bar and went to stand by the fireplace at one far end of the room.*
"She is at your palace...what else has she to call home?"
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Post by Alexander the Great on Jan 21, 2007 20:41:19 GMT -5
Alexander nodded politely at Sinclair, took his drink, and went over to join Nadir.
"I was just there," he said in a low voice. "I did not see her, and none of the servants knew where she was."
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Post by Nadir on Jan 21, 2007 20:43:33 GMT -5
*Fear flashed for a moment in the darker man's golden eyes, but he dropped his gaze to the glass he held and contemplated it for a moment.*
"...then I know not."
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Post by Alexander the Great on Jan 21, 2007 20:52:12 GMT -5
Alexander's steel grey eyes narrowed and he reached out and gently tilted Nadir's head up.
"Then you must help me find her. I think we are the only two people in this world who care for her."
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Post by Nadir on Jan 21, 2007 21:00:03 GMT -5
"I'm afraid there's nothing I can do to help you, friend."
*Nadir finished the last of his drink and set down his glass, seeing that the conversation had taken a turn into murky and dangerous waters.*
"I wish you all the best in your search..."
*He put on his hat and strode out the door and into the street.*
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Post by Alexander the Great on Jan 21, 2007 21:18:40 GMT -5
Alexander's eyes narrowed as he watched his friend take leave.
"Something is wrong with you, brother. Something is very wrong."
Turning, he too exited the bar, and set off for his house.
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Post by Sinclair de Chagny on Jan 28, 2007 13:10:42 GMT -5
*Sinclair smacked a hand down on the table and looked after the men.*
No, I will not allow myself to think it.
*He sighed and finishing his drink left the bar.*
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Post by Michelle on Dec 30, 2009 23:55:02 GMT -5
**NEW NIGHT** Oh, it was a rough place, all right. Dirty, tough, dingy--but that was the sort of thing you expected out of a bar in this part of the city. The owner, however, paid his bouncers and paid them well--with clientele like the ones that came in on a regular basis, he needed both good muscle and muscle that would stick around, even when shit went down. Michelle, thanks to her own ways on how to make contacts, had heard that the place had been looking for another such person to keep an eye on things and make sure that if things got a bit nuts, it didn't go too nuts. A few tried to get fresh with her when they saw her outfit, but they quickly learned just how stupid a thing it was to do to mess with her. After seeing her kick a few asses to teach a lesson, the owner of the bar had given Michelle the job. Sure, it wasn't the best of places, but it suited her skills and was definitely better than being a mercenary assassin, a job she'd prefer to leave behind . |
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Post by Basch Fon Ronsenburg on Feb 18, 2010 2:33:11 GMT -5
**IT'S A BRAND NEW DAY AND THE SUN IS HIGH, ALL THE ANGELS SING BECAUSE YOU'RE GONNA DIE, GO AHEAD AND LAUGH, YEA I'M A FUNNY GUYYYYY, TELL EVERYONE GOODBYYYYE**
Basch wasn't a drinker, not really, he had never been in Dalmasca, but it seemed he was never getting out of this dreadful archaic place, and bars were warm and didn't ask questions. He was never getting home, he knew that Larsa had many enemies, as well as many friends and that they would replace Basch as his body guard until he returned, if he returned.
But what could they be thinking of him?
What would anyone think, when they found out that Basch had disappeared. Would they think he'd been captured or killed or worse that he'd abandoned them after all they'd done for him. He had been off to Rabinastre when he ended up here, he'd helped that young woman, until another flash of light had taken him away from there, this time he couldn't figure it out.
Since that day, six months ago, he hadn't been teleported anywhere, he had been living off what he could steal and had traded his armor and most of his weapons for what the locals called francs, their form of currency. Trading off his last bit of gold, he had enough to keep him going for a while, but after it ran out, he couldn't be sure what he would do.
So he sat there with a glass of what the man had called "the strongest stuff you can't taste." Whatever it was, it was helping him relax, and that's all he needed right now.
((Tag: Fuck anyone who wants to play with Basch.))
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Post by Yuna on Feb 18, 2010 20:05:45 GMT -5
((Screw waiting, I've been wanting this to happen.))
Yuna's wandering didn't always take her to pleasant locations. Sometimes, she had to go where she might not normally go--but, since she was searching for people, she couldn't leave a single possibility unexplored. Thus, here she was, in this bar.
She came fully prepared, all her magics charged and ready to go should the need arise. She paused near the entrance, scanning the dim interior.
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