Bar Brawl

[Bakan]

Welcome back to the Bar Brawl.

Open of the dawn of a new year.

So grab a beverage of your choice and cause some damage. The bar is fully equiped, with several pool tables with full racks of cue hung nicely ready to be used. Tables are scattered all over the place, with the respawner chamber ready to rock and roll surrounded by a one-way godproof shield, and a medical bay off in the hallway across from the restrooms.

Bartender Role reserved for AcidK unless he gives permission for someone else to have it.

Note: Security field nullifies all but the most basic of weapons.

[Muha]

Muha stumbles to the bar

"GIVE ME A DB DRAUGHT, and some bar nuts"

Stumbling round again he finds the pool table and waits/leans patiently for a game

[Bakan]

*Bakan, acting as temporary bartender tosses a DB draught at Muha and tosses over a bowl of bar nuts at him.*

"Enjoy."

[Muha]

muha grabs said bar nuts in mid air, but gets hit in the head with the can, after waking from his unconsuioiusnessness, he drinks the can in one big pull

"Anything stronger?, Whiskey?, or a nice Jim Beam?"

[Bakan]

*Bakan throws another bottle of Jim Beam at Muha, and starts polishes glasses again, while checking the warrenty on the respawner.*

"Hmmm..... not to be used ever..... interesting, ah well..."

[Muha]

Muhc atches of own accord, and rinks

[Inspectre]

*Walks into the bar, and takes a shifty look around

"Bartender, your finest bottle of Romulian Ale, please!"

[Muha]

Muhas asks inspecah if hee wants jim beeam

[Bakan]

*Whips up a Romulan Ale and slides the mug across the table to Inspectre.*

"There you do, nice and fizzeling."

[Inspectre]

"Thank you very much, Mr. Bartender."

*Inspectre snatches the mug of blue alcohol up, and turns to face Muha.

"No, I want just a Romulian Ale."

*Inspectre takes a second look at the bluish liquid, and then shakes his head

"On second thought, I want you . . . in a box!"

*Inspectre then takes the mug of Romulian ale and smashes it over Muha's head

/ooc Well, its does say bar brawl . . . :roll: ooc/

[Muha]

muyha is server;y druank, adnt doesnt noticee saidnb tottle smashing, and thjings of the box asne buzziy

[AcidK]

*AcidK walks into the bar, tumbling over it and into the other side, with much comediac smashing to glass and noises of thudding. AcidK then stands up, looking as innocent as possible.*

Great to be back here...

*AcidK demonstrates his happiness to be here by throwing a bottle of Fireblog IV at a random person, remining himself to add it to their tab afterwards.*

[Demon Dave]

*DD walks into the bar and is immediatly hit in the head by a flying bottle of what appears to be Fireblog IV. DD then stumbles slightly but recovers and looks around the bar menacingly*

"Who threw that?"

[AcidK]

Me!

*AcidK threatens DD with a bottle of Hangover Bluugh raised ready to be thown.*

[flapjack]

*flapjack rushes into the bar, smacking into someone which was stupidly standing in the dooropening and then running over to bakan, losing lots of small mechanical parts as he does so*

hmm, nice to see this place again, need security?

[Verric]

Verric trundles in on a stolen golf caddy. It is laden with pots of greenery, a bag of mulch, gardening tools and what looks like a collection of bottle caps, taped together. He parks the golf caddy near a table, and goes up to the bar and orders a glass of apple juice.

[flapjack]

*flapjack takes out a pool cue, walks to behind and to the left of verric and yells really loud, while striking with the pool cue towards the back of verric's back*

"FLY !!"

[Verric]

"Ow!" says Verric. He then falls down beside the gold caddy.
"I think I got hurt. Call Mummy." he says, before fainting.

[Wo2]

*Wo2 wanders in.*

"BARTENDER. Give me 6...no wait...12 myst breakers, 3 emotion blasters, some vodka, and 1 Super Nova. That'll be all. Charge it to my tab."

[flapjack]

*flapjack spins up, the pool cue still in his hands, towards the ceiling, breaking off the top half of the pool cue and thus reducing it to a sharp, pointy stick of good size before going matrix style, flipping upside within the remaining half a meter between him and ceiling and pushing off downwards, everything slowing down as he does. As flapjack proceeds downwards he stears directly towards verric, the pool cue aimed at his chest with flapjack slightly by the side of it.*

*a mere moment later the pool cue strikes verric, sinking deep into his heart and thus making sure he is dead/dieing as flapjack, in true matrix style, spins around the impaled pool cue and reverses some of his speed, sending him turning around the pool cue with his feet outstretched and towards wo2 who is sitting right next to the fallen verric, before releasing the pool cue at exactly the right moment and thus launching him towards wo2 at high speeds*

[Verric]

Verric dies. Almost instantly, light lances down from the ceiling, from beyong the roof, beyond the bar, beyond the planet, perhaps from outer space, perhaps even from a celestial body more divine than any in the universe. Those who can stand the pure brightness of the light will see is little, blue haired figure with big fluffy wings, looking folornly downwards.
"Drat." the spirit of Verric says. "I don't see why angels must wear these funny dresses. They always get cught in my toenails."
Last words to the world he is leaving behind completed, he drifts through the ceiling and onwards.

A desert, an ocean, a coconut processing plant and several hundred kilometres away, an engine sutters into life. Several blue haired midgets cry shrilly with glee, and the jeep tears off in the rough direction of the Bar.

[Muha]

Originally Posted by Verric

Verric dies. Almost instantly, light lances down from the ceiling, from beyong the roof, beyond the bar, beyond the planet, perhaps from outer space, perhaps even from a celestial body more divine than any in the universe. Those who can stand the pure brightness of the light will see is little, blue haired figure with big fluffy wings, looking folornly downwards.
"Drat." the spirit of Verric says. "I don't see why angels must wear these funny dresses. They always get cught in my toenails."
Last words to the world he is leaving behind completed, he drifts through the ceiling and onwards.

A desert, an ocean, a coconut processing plant and several hundred kilometres away, an engine sutters into life. Several blue haired midgets cry shrilly with glee, and the jeep tears off in the rough direction of the Bar.

ooc//that was a DAMN good post//ooc


Muha breaks out of the box, slightly hungover but otherwise good, grabs the pool cue out of mid-air and stabs it through flapjacks eye, through his brain, and out the back of his head, before throwing the cold, lifeless body outside and sitting down at the bar

"Gotta get rid of the riff-raff, ya know?"

[flapjack]

ooc/ which pool cue in mid-air?? I mean, i was in mid-air, but the pool cue was nicely imbedded in verric's body and thus kinda immobile. Not to mention you just tried to 1 hit kill without permission (i had verric's permission to finish him while he was unconcious /ooc

*flapjack is still in mid-air and heading for wo2, not to be disturbed untill wo2 posts his reaction*

[Wo2]

[ooc] sorry acidk I'm taking a liberty of your servics. [ooc/]

*Wo2 nods at the bartende as he is given his order, he then takes all the drinks and lines them up in order of death-pain-or-kabooms. he lines them up several times and then finally gets the line up perfect. Smiling to himself he pulls out a glass and set's it infront of himself. He pauses as he hears the sound of pool cue piercing someones flesh. He use's the swivel chair and turns to see flapjack soaring towards him. Starteld, Wo2 leaps face first into the ground and rolls up to see flapjack's cue pierce the first bottle and carry on through the rest, mixing them together.*

"NO... MY DRINKS."

*The many drinks merge together and begin to glow with harnessed fury. The coulor and light travel up flapjacks stick and towards his hands. The puddle of light then erupts in a fury worthy of song and travels up the pool cue towards flapjack.*

[Muha]

Originally Posted by flapjack

Not to mention you just tried to 1 hit kill without permission

yea like id really care enough to get permission to kill you

[Demon Dave]

*DD watches as people begin dying all around. After about a minute of watching, DD weaves his away through the middle of the crowd, avoiding any flying objects that may which to kill him, and makes his way to the bar*

"One Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster please"

[flapjack]

ooc/ wo2 misread my post aswell, i don't have the pool cue anymore when i'm heading for you wo2, it's still stuck in verric's corpse.
and Muha, since you're admitting like that you won't ask permission, my only option is to simply ignore that post, i do hope you mind /ooc

[AcidK]

*AcidK looks at Wo2.*

Oi, where'd you get those?

*AcidK grabs Wo2's head and pulls it sharply towards him and downwards, making Wo2's head smash thoughtfully onto the counter. AcidK then rose Wo2 sharply and away, letting go so Wo2 launches backwards. Then AcidK blinks Wo2's drinks away and then back again.*

There.

*AcidK then hands DD a Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster, without a word, but then turns to give Verric his drink and finds him dead on the floor.*

Oookay...

*AcidK then proceeds to splash Verric with his drink, glass following after, before carrying on his duties.*

[Wo2]

[ooc] I said I made a bypass of your services Acidks. BECAUSE flapjack was attacking me and I needed the drinks for my post and I didn't want to wait for you to finaly get around to posting a reply. so [ooc/]

*Wo2's body hit the opposing wall and sat there with a a little blood trikling from from his mouth. He shock his head and let his vison clear, realizing he is now next to the pool table. A evil grin comes to his face. He grabs a Cue and smash's it as hard as he can on the table, causing it to splinter into long slivers. He grabs a handfull of the splinters and sticks them carefully between his fingers and jams the rest in his pocket. He turns back to the bar and begins to flick the slivers to the shelf of drinks behind Acidk. The slivers hit,but don't break the bottles. Instead they cause the bottles to become, unbalnced and several of the begin to teeter off of their shelf and towards Acidk and the floor.*

"Have a Drink, Since I can't have mine."

[ooc] Pyshcis; yay, nay? Oh and flapjack, I was sorta removed from your attack zone by a very angry bartender.[ooc/]

[Bakan]

*Watching the fights starting to break out, Bakan smiles and from his position behind the bar, pulls out several random bottles, pours their contents into a glass and chugs it down. Then Bakan's stomach and chest explodes, covering everyone with blood.*

*RESPAWN*

*Stepping out of the respawn chamber, Bakan smiles as his modifications take effect, namely while the respawner restores him to life, it dosen't remove the alcohol in his bloodstream. Watching flapjack dance around all Matrix'y, Bakan smiles and staggers over.*

"Hey there, wanna have a good time?"

*Smiling, Bakan raises his arms, wrists and hands bent oddly, face looking like one of a drunk, then strikes quickly and fluidly, yet unpreditablility. Striking him over and over in the space of a few seconds, Bakan smiles as with two fingers pokes out flapjacks eyeballs, followed by several rapid blows with the tips of his fingers to flapjacks windpipe and arteries surrounding it. ****ing his head, Bakan ducks under a blow, twists and spins in midair to dodge a kick and slaps flapjack with a open-handed bitch slap that just happens to knock him to the ground. Leaping up onto a table, Bakan stands on it for a second before jumping off again and landing on flapjack with both feet on flapjacks rib's, shattering them and driving bone fragements into flapjacks lungs. Jumping off flapjacks ruined ribcage, Bakan spins and flips in mid-air, lands and kicks flapjack in the family jewels, sending him flying headfirst into the jukebox, which starts playing a random song.*

*Smiling and staggering around, Bakan grabs a unlabeled bottle from a nearby table and starts chugging the contents down.*

[flapjack]

*flapjack watches as bakan grabs a bottle of acid volcano bomb, then while already dieing, flapjack throws the juxebox towards bakan at high speed while he was melting and being generally plagued by pain from the acid volcano bomb. Flapjack then dies*

*flapjack respawns and waits for bakan's respawn just outside the respawnatron, intending to ask him again if he could be the security person like he was before in the first few incarnations of the bar brawl*

[Demon Dave]

*DD takes his PGGB and thanks Acid. DD downs his drink and falls backwards off his stool as the effects kick in. Laying on the bar room floor, DD sees a lead pipe underneath the bar. reaching out, DD grabs the pipe and stands up. Looking around the bar, DD sees flapjack standing by the respawnatron, walks over to him and hits him over the back of the head with the pipe, sending him to the floor. DD then walks over to the pool table and picks up one of the many shards of cue scattered over the floor, walks back to flapjacks unconcious body and stabs the shard into the back of flapjacks neck, severing his spine*

[flapjack]

*flapjack, in 1 final motion, grabs a nearby broken bottle, cutting himself in the process and stabs it up from the ground towards DD's gut before dieing*

*Respawn*

*after watching DD collapse from the glass in his gut, flapjack kicks forward into DD's face, then grabs another broken glass and presses it firmly into DD's chest before standing up again and waiting for bakan or DD to respawn*

[Bakan]

*Respawning again, Bakan looks at flapjack.*

"Here is my answer."

*Picking up a nearby bottle of Silver Spice, Bakan throws it all into flapjack's face. Watching flapjack clutch his face screaming as it is burnt away, Bakan staggers back to the bar.*

"Bartender, strongest drink you got."

[Demon Dave]

*In the final moment before respawn, DD wonders how flapjack managed to move his arm whilst paralysed. With this thought still in his mind, DD respawns and walks over to Bakan (after sticking flapjacks head in a bucket of conviently placed concentrated sulphuric acid and laughing at the results)*

"If your not going to let flapjack be security, what about me?"

[Bakan]

*Looking at Demon Dave, Bakan shruggs.*

"Position is yours."

[AcidK]

*AcidK watches with unseen eyes as the bottles drop from the shelves, but instead of smashing or hitting the ground, they simply stop dead, change position and head flying dangerously towards Wo2. AcidK smiles and then nods to Bakan.*

Right you are!

*AcidK hands Bakan a Myst Breaker with a shot of Fireblog IV (for less zing and more BOOM).*

[Wo2]

*Wo2 knew he was defeated but he had thought ahead, he had only hit the bottles he had requested and when they all smashed against him they merged into one chatosropihc explosion, turning that small part of the bar into a inferno.*

--~RESPAWN~--

*Wo2 steps out of the chamber and turns to the place he was and notes the white light pouring from it and watching it eat through several screaming patrons.*

"Well that went well."

[Verric]

The jeep containing the blue haired midgets gets bogged down in a particularly sandy patch of sand. After an hour of pushing, pulling and foul swearing of the little people, the jeep pops out. Their celebrations are shortly interrupted by one of them, discovering that all four tyres have been punctured by some unknown pointy things.
The celebration descends into bickering and furious thumb wars, made more vicious by the fact that they are related to each other.

[Demon Dave]

"WOHOOO!!!!"

*DD takes the shiny security badge and trunchun, ready for anything*

"Time to deal out some justice!"

[Hewitt]

*Hewitt enters the room quietly, ducking under the door frame so as not to get his horns stuck in the wood work. He makes a beeline for the bar, delicately walking around several bodies in the process. Taking a seat by the bar, Hewitt gives a brief look over the numerous drinks available.

And then grins mischiveously.*

Say Acidk, you know any good co(ktails by any chance?

[flapjack]

*flapjack respawns again, then ducks into cover and waits for the large boom with little zing*

[AcidK]

*AcidK looks at Hewitt as if he just asked if he was any good at psychics, by any small chance.*

Am I good? Yeesh man... erm... sir... Dragon-Drunk is a bloody co(ktail! You should know me by now. What ya have in mind anyhoo?

[Wo2]

*Wo2 looks as the blaze in the corner settles down, he smilies at the blackened pile of ash. He stepped out of the shield and walked to the bar.*

"Well I suppose we got off on a bad start. I'll take anything that won't do," *Points to where the blaze was* "That."

[AcidK]

*AcidK smiles at Wo2.*

Why, certainly sir...

*AcidK hands Wo2 an Emotion Blast (see HrH drinks page).*

Thar ye go

[Demon Dave]

*DD decides that flapjack requires some justice and so walks over to him and begins beating him over the head with his trunchen*

"YOU WILL RESPECT MY AUTHORITAH!!!!"

[AcidK]

*AcidK sighes and pulls out his poll cue from it's holder. It wasn't adamamntium, as the others were, because he found that when others get a hold of the cue, it was not exactly easy to melt it whilsts they try swing it. AcidK pulled back the aluminium pool cue as if it were a javalin and, after a quick thought, decided to luanch it at DD's groinal regions.*

[Demon Dave]

*Whilst beating flapjack over the head, DD felt the sudden urge to duck, causing the pool cue to hit flapjack in the gronial region*

"wow, that could've been me"

*With that thought, DD decided that he needed a stiff drink and walks over to the bar*

"Double Vodka on the rocks if you will please barman"

[Mad cat]

walks in and heads for the bar *squint*

i watsh vodka, GIMME!!

surveis the chaos

[okiN]

*okiN peers in through the door and eyeballs the barroom. No serious mayhem seems to be taking place, so he steps inside and walks up to the counter. He's wearing his usual attire: Moderately baggy pants (Not the ridiculously huge ones that wannabe-hiphoppers wear, just trousers that hang sort of loosely and allow for more freedom of movement than the average pair of jeans) with additional pockets on the thighs, this time in a dark greenish colour, a black, relatively thin wool turtleneck and a pair of brown sensible shoes. He also has his long, reddish-brown hair on a small, tight bun. As a matter of fact, it looks very silly, but at the moment style is not of much importance. okiN takes a seat at the very end of the bar, next to a wall, and turns around with his back to the wall and his left side to the bar, his elbow resting on the counter. When he sits down at the bar a pair of dark grey socks is also visible in the small space between his shoes and his trouser legs. He asks AcidK for an Orangina and sits back, surveying the bar*