Scenario Entitled: 'I've Not Yet Begun To Defile Myself!'Characters:
William, Militia, drinking to forget.
Jay, civilian, drinking, just drinking.
Chax, Militia, drinking socially... yeah, that's it.
Natalia, (NPC) Militia, drinking for liquid courage.
Rayne, civilian, escaping.
Location: The Succubus, popular drinking hole for Militia, apparently.
Date: Faundus, 110 P.A.
Jay is up at the bar making small talk with the waiter.
William makes his way through the door, and moves lazily down to the weapons check to hand over his gear and take the claim ticket before moving off toward the bar. A few locals call 'ellos' as he passes through he barely acknowledges them with little more then a nod or small wave.
Jay has his own claim ticket on the bar infront of him, weihed down by a small pile of credits.
William brushes with out appology to slide into a barely vacant spot at the bar, tossing a few creds onto the bar and leaning heavily against it.
Jay turns and gives William a polite nod of greeting as the barman feteches him a beer.
William nods slightly in recongnition that, yes indeed there is someone there, and begins to tap a lazy beat on the bar, till he finaly gets to order a brew. He doesn't really look like much of a conversationalist does he?
Jay tries again, not one to be discouraged first time. "Hi there, hows it goin'"
William slides across his creds and takes his beer up sipping slightly, he glances at you for a moment, "Goin." And sips again at his drink, after abit he seems to remember to ask, "Yerself?" Theres a western drawl in his speech though its faded abit over time.
Jay says "Oh I aint goin'. At least, that is to say, I've stopped going. I just got here a day or two ago, looking to put down roots a little while."
William nods slightly, "Good fer you." and turns to sip again at his beer. Boy this guys just the life of the party isn't he?
Jay continues on regardless. "Yeah, I've been makinf my way north for over a year now, from place to place. I heard you guys were having some problem with a coalition, means you need people to work, so here i come
William snorts quietly, "Coalition are a bunch of persisant sons-a-bitch." He lifts his beer again to drain down abit, and idly stares off into space.
Jay nods "Yeah from what i hear.
William finishes his beer in one long gulp, setting the still cool mug back onto the bar to be refilled. Lazily he traces circles in the damp residue on the bar not really seeming all that interested in the rest of metahumanity.
Jay looks him up and down, "Yall dont like the coalition, but you dont mind there hardware i see.
William doesn't bother to look over this time as he picks up his fresh beer and sips lightly, "Not when I peel a Deadboy outa it first."
Jay seems to take a profesional interest in that. "Really? With the way armour works it would nearly have to be compleatly destroyed for the occupant to be harmed."
The door opens to admit a young woman in a jumpsuit and jacket, both styled and color-coded to indicate that this individual is a cadet in the Tolkeen Militia. Her black hair is chopped short, and she looks a bit tired and ragged. She pauses to take a look around the joint, then seems to decide to stay awhile, dropping a service revolver off at the counter.
William snorts quietly, "Not if the damn fool don't have his helmet on it don't." Turns to lift a hand an mime shooting Jay right between the eyes, and smirking before turning back to his drink yet again.
Jay is quietened a little by that. "Oh, well i guess so."
The cadet makes her way slowly between the tables, walking almost reluctantly towards the bar. Her eyes skip over unfamiliar faces, and occasionally train on Jay and William, mostly the latter.
William chuckles in that not so nice way, "yeah, guess so." and orders a couple shots of Uncle Jose's Te-killya as he hands over another empty beer mug to the bartender. Reaching up widely, he stretches making some more room at the bar for himself as people move back as to not get whacked.
Jay, with his enthusiasm finally dampned, ordrders a second drink and sits silent, for now anyway
Even though she's still standing a dozen feet away, the cadet shies a step or two backwards when William spreads himself up and outwards. The poor girl looks cowed, and with a confused air, she quickly slips into the seat on Jay's other side, and stares fixedly at the drinks lined up against the mirror beyond the bar.
Jay tries talking to the girl, hopefully she is more personable then the last guy he spoke with. "Hi there!" he says chearfylly.
William takes the first shot up, giving nonone in particular a salute before downing the fiery liquid with a quiet, "Woof.." Picking up the second shot, he again repeats the prior salute, though happening to glance past Jay to notice the huddle Cadet and frowns slightly before tipping the glass back. "Ummph..." and slams the glass back to the bar.
She looks towards Jay with a blink, brown skin flushing as her dark-eyed gaze is drawn uneasily past Jay towards William. As their eyes meet briefly, she freezes and opens her mouth soundlessly, and when he looks away, she sinks back with a small grimace. "Hey," she offers back to Jay, finally.
Jay persists talking to the withdrawn girl "How are you? I'm Jay, just got into town a day or two ago."
William glares into the mirror at hands wrapped around a fresh beer he seems to be currently ignoring as the mirror has his focus for the moment. Grumbling quietly he keeps frowning at... himself? What do they put in Te-killya anyhow?
The cadet looks at the gregarious Jay with a slight frown and quirked brow, as if his nose had just come loose. "Uh.. did you? That's.. great." After a moment, she flashes a little smile, and makes an effort to look more confident. She needs some confidence right now. Maybe practicing on Jay will help. "I'm Natalia." Her gaze flickers over Jay's shoulder again. "Where're you from, then, Jay?" She's got a little girl's voice still. At this rate, it's doubtful that she'll ever make it to Militia graduation ceremonies.
Jay continues chatting, his pleasent personality a battering ram against the walls of her shyness. "Down way souht, just a little north of Lone Star. Been making my way up for a year or more.
William's hands are tightening awful hard on that poor beer mug, an why his his lip curled like that anyhow? Whats next the guy gonna start foaming at the mouth? Grow a second head? Throw that mug into the mirror? Who knows what lurks in the hearts of men.
Natalia doesn't know, that's for sure. Whenever she looks over at William (and that's quite a few times in the space of five minutes), she seems to get more and more sure that she's not up to this scene. She manages more of a smile at Jay, definitely finding it easier to make small talk in the face of his persistent chatter. "Lone Star..? Are you a refugee from the States?"
Jay shakes his head "Oh no no I was free to..." he pauses and glance over to glance at Will a moment. "Um, yeah I was free to go. I've been woking in alot of small communities here and there.
And as quickly as Mr. Hyde came out, Dr. William seems to float back to the surface all casual indifference. His hands loosen their death grip from the mug and he seems to settle into his seat abit more, a small very slight upturn at one corner of his mouth seeming to settle in. He does however, happen to notice the darted looks of a certain cadet but seems content for the moment to drink his beer in solitude.
When the bartender comes around to serve, Natalie pauses, then asks for a shot of vodka in a mumble. "Ohh. Um. So. A traveler.. planning to stay awhile in the city?" She taps finger nervously on the scarred bar counter and tries to focus on Jay's face.
Jay nods "I'm thinking about it, if i can get work for a little while yeah.
"Well, there's lots to do in the city, that's sure. There's no unemployment in Tolkeen, unless it's 'cause you can afford not to," Natalia smiles. "And then there's the all the settlements around out-side- the walls where you could probably plie your trade.. whatever your trade is." When her drink arrives, she grips it thoughtfully for a moment.
Jay says "Oh I fix things. Handy skill to have 'cause things are breakin all the time. Unfortunatly they tell me i gotta be a citizen if i wanna work, so that might take a while."
Natalia nods quickly. "There's lots of electrical repair shops and factories and garages in the city. I'm sure you'll have a good pick of jobs, if you're any good." That dubious-sounding compliment has her blushing instantly, and she sighs, then tosses back the vodka shot in one quick motion. "Hahhhh!" She breathes out in a slightly choking noise, then gives her head a couple of shakes. "..Anyway, it's not so long to get citizenship," she croaks. "As long as you filled out all the papers right."
Jay says "Havent yet, but soon. The I'm job huning, should be here till I feel like travelling some more."
As if downing the shot was a signal William suddenly turns his attention to the young cadet, focusing very much without a doubt on her. A once over on her kit and hes looking very intently on her face, then oddly he smirks and turns back to his beer somehow satisfied.
Chax hands his NG-57 to the doorman, and accepts his receipt. He pauses and lets his eyes wander around.
The cadet is talking to Jay at the moment, though it won't really filter towards the door with all the rest of the bar room activity. "Must be nice, to be able to just pull up stakes and take off just when you feel like.." Natalia's dark brown eyes are not so watering and hazey from that shot of vodka, that she fails to notice William's sudden movement and his few moments of deliberate staring. She clams up immediately, teary eyes widening. Scaaaary!
Jay is about to start a speil about how nice it is when he sees the Cadet's expression chance, he turns in his seet to see whats upset the young girl so.
Chax finally is able to make his way to the bar, probably easy for William to spot, it's not like he's nearly seven feet tall or anything.
William having either lost interest, forgotten that he and the cadet were there or jus plain doesn't give a damn he is drawing VERY odd symbols on the damp bar and sipping idly at his beer. And whats worse he doesn't even notice the big incoming lug either! What a world...
Jay looks will over, he dosent seem to be doing anything too crazy. He turns back to Pferdinand "You okay?
Natalia casts about for a good bar napkin with which to wipe at her eyes, then gives up easily in order to swipe her jacket sleeve across her face. She shakes her head, breathes out and then in, and mutters, "Yeah. Just.. I gotta do this." In a small jolt of inspiration, she leans over a bit towards Jay and asks quickly and quietly, "You been here long, Jay? That guy," she nods over to Mister Congeniality over there (and no, it's not Chax), "You know if he's been here very long..? ..how much he's had to drink and all that?"
Jay looks over at will again and says to Nat "Oh, well yeah I guess he's been drinking pretty much since he got here, spirits too....is that bad?
Chax sits down at the bar, and peers down at William, and shrugs. He looks at the bartender, "Bourbon, double, straight, water back." The bartender nods and goes about making the bomb.
William seems quite oblivious ta all this attention, draining whats left of his beer and sliding the empty across for a refill as well as another set of shooters. What the heck is he drawing on the bar? Almost looks like a... building maybe? A large square? Idly scribbling? The world may never know as the newly poured beer and its evil accompanyment arrive to obliterate whatever it was.
No. Noooo..! This can't be happening! Natalia wilts. Her young life is over at age sixteen. "Yes.. it's bad, it's so bad," she laments to Jay, as if he could act as some sort of sound buffer between herself and William. "That's Corporal Wulf.. he likes to get nasty drunk and pick fights. Oh why couldn't I have found him at the barracks..!" Sure she's a little melodramatic about this.. but give her a break, she's young.. and maybe William really is a dangerous lush.
Jay spends alot of time watching Wil now "Well gee...why dont you just go quick?"
Chax hands the necessary form of payment over to the bartender, knocks back the bourbon and then the water back, he looks back down at William, but doesn't say anything to him. He just lets the alcohol warm its way into his system. He then knocks back the water and shivers slightly, "That's the stuff."
Jay looks at Will again "Well maybe I should go anyway, I've had enough for one night, Goodnight miss." he says, counting out the plastic credit tokens for his tab. Picking up he gun at the weapons check booth he heads out.
One little bar clearing, call the Mps, cops and whoever else happens to be handy, brawl an a guy is labeled for life. Lifting up the first 'devil water' and knocking it back, he pauses for a moment to give a loud 'Tsk, Tsk.' Setting the empty on the bar he lifts the remaining shot and turns to give a small, 'Yes I can hear you' smirk' to the cadet before downing it and turning back to his beer. An lo! He does notice the big ol' flyboy and jumps up to wave him over! Well no, not really. He instead nods... slightly and drinks his beer.
"Right.. you're right, Jay," the Cadet frowns at William's smirk, looking like she's steeling herself.. or maybe just tin-plating plating herself with a little toy hammer. "Only.. maybe you'd better stand back.. or something." Releasing her deathgrip on the vodka glass, she slides off of her seat and stands away from the bar, eyes glazing over with determination. "See ya," she nods to Jay as he makes his excuses and departs. Siiigh, here we go. It's about four steps over to William's seat, but she manages to make it look like a mile, walking slowly.
Chax nods back to William, and sidles down the bar, and when he deposits himself at his final destination, he orders another burboun double straight with a water back, "'lo, William."
William turns just enough to see that it is indeed Chax whos come by to plant himself down next to him. Lifting his beer, "Lo Chax." his voice a FAR cry from its usual tone, much too... toneless?, and drinks deeply. Suddenly getting a rather cross look across his face he turns to the incoming Cadet and frowns darkly, "Get yer ass over here an say whatever the hells on yer mind damnit." snappy ain't the word for the tone of voice there. Boy, oh boy... What a night Mr. Hyde...
The beleagured girl Cadet almost halts anew at the addition of another Militiaman to the same area of bar stools, but then seems to decide that it could only help. She reaches up, scratches her fingers through her short-cropped black hair, and then... jumps! just about out of her skin as William rounds on her, snapping. Ol' Wulf just may have succeeded in weeding out an unfit recruit from the ranks before the certificates are written up for spring graduation ceremonies.
"...!" Natalia gulps in some air and shrinks away. Oh dear lord, he's going to beat her to death with his barstool, just like he did all those other times at all those other bars! Just like Cadet Graystone said!
Chax looks at William, "Hey, man, go easy. What's got your goat?" He gives the girl cadet an apologetic look, then peers back at William, "You seem different, m'man."
William all but growls at the Cadet, but turns away to slam back his beer and thump it back onto the bar, though he doesn't seem to want to dismiss Chax's observation. Instead he digs into his duster to pull out a small tabacoo pouch and starts rolling a smoke iratably.
Cadet Natalia Pferdinad looks like she might cry at any moment now. But the kinder look from Chax seems to set off a spark, then surge of newfound spirit, gradually gaining momentum. With an expression that starts off as a pouty defiance, then builds into a determined grimace, she straightens up, throwing back her shoulders as if before the drill sergeant, and says smartly, "Corporal Wulf, sir."
Chax pulls out a pack of smokes, "Mind if I join you for a smoke?" He doesn't wait for an answer as he lights up. Cadet Natalia Pferdinad gets an amused look that screams, "This oughta be fun." He does give the cadet, should she notice it, what should pass as an encouraging wink as he takes a drag on his cigarette.
William pulling a ol' trick he learned from a hard case down in Lone Star he pulls a match out and strikes it along his cheek, or at least makin it look that way and lights his cig. "Go ahead." he mutters off hand to Chax, taking a long drag before turning to the Cadet. Big bad Ol' Wulf gives her a look her DI would envy, and lets smoke curl out of his nose making it look for all the world like he's about to breath fire all over the poor unfortunate girl. The lazy smoke ring is abit of a let down though, as brows furrowed an lookin quite abit like a very unhappy wolf he half growls, "What the HELL is it Cadet..?"
The cadet isn't all that encouraged; if anything, she frosts over a little bit more at Chax's amusement and his empathy. She can be scared as hell of these big Militia boys and their tough act, but she won't be pitied. That's what the straight line of her young figure says, and the flint in her dark-eyed gaze. Maybe she'll be worthy Militia material someday, after all. When William addresses her, she looks straight ahead and slightly above the horizon (not at him), as trained. "Sir, I've a message for you from Lieutenant Harmon of the health ward. You have an appointment tomorrow morning at oh-nine-hundred hours sharp, at Militia Counsellor - Doctor Freydermin's office, sir."
Chax takes a drag of his smoke, the Elite Power Armor Pilot (yes, folks, he's back!), opting to just blow the smoke out, but not towards the cadet, that would be rude, "Cadet, you have excellent bearing. What is your name, and who is your training squadron commander?"
William snorts loudly and orders another round, "Dismissed Cadet, now get outa here for somethin carries ya off fer a snack." He then, while waiting for his drinks starts a very long and involved disertation on his opinion of head shrinkers from their sexual prefernce and validity of their birth to several VERY impossible suggestions on what they could do with their appointment.
Natalia turns a few interesting shades of red, a queer look given her darker complexion, but doesn't move, or waver her gaze down from the '15 degrees above the horizon' position (OOC: thanks Chax!) that she started out in. She appears to be determined to wait through William's awful spiel, and maybe even still have the wherewithall to respond to Chax's inquiry afterwards.
At the bar, William is currently on a long and carefully graphic tangent that involves anatomy, psychiatrists, sticking appointments places, illegitimate births, and extreme sexual deviancy. Chax sits beside him, smoking away, and a young woman in cadet gear is standing stiffly before them both, eyes forward.
Rayne bounds down the stairs clad in warm looking clothes, a heavy gray cloak pulled snugly around her. She scans the room and notices Chax, suddenly her light and bouncing demeanor changing to that of comic dread. She starts to creep toward the main entrance of the Succubus, trying hard as she can to be stealthy and avoid Chax's notice.
Chax orders another bourbon and water back, this makes the Quebecois third. A pilot that cna't drink is no pilot, and laughs at William, then goes all serious, "Don't you even think about leaving, Cadet, before you answer my question." The arrival of Rayne does indeed go unnoticed as the pilot is currently operating on fractalized optical sensory input.
The weapons checker notices the stealthy Rayne, however, and waves towards her. "Rayne.. message for you at the bar," he says loudly over the talking of the patronage.
If Chax is fractalized, William is broken, which strangly seems to fuel a rather creative streak in interspieces relations. He does eventually wind down to a dull roar, which is directed at the poor bartender inqurirying why his mug is empty. Taking a another long drag on his cig he exhales the blueish smoke in one long pouring rain, an happens to note that he still seems to have a Cadet at his shoulder. Eyes narrowing dangerously as he is no doubt thinking of bar stools with murderous intent, he leans rather close to the Cadet, "Why n' ELL 're yoou still here CADET!?!" Apperently hes not listening to Chax... Whats that old saying..? Killing the bearer of bad news?
The cadet (Natalia) quails a bit in a very slight lean away from William as if his very breath was attempting to bowl her over. She doesn't look at him, nope, and even manages to sway the few millimetres back into position. "Sir, I was instructed to bring back your reply, sir! And you weren't finished yet, sir!" she yaps out after his thunderous question. Her brown eyes are glazed with unshed tears of fright. "And sir, I'm Cadet Natalia Pferdinad, and Sergeant Jenner is my squad instructor." Then back to William, "Thank you, I think I've got it all, sir.. except for that part about the goat, but permission to wing that part, sir?!"
Drat! Foiled again! Rayne thwaps her forhead in an overly dramatic manner, offers a grim smile to the man at the door and sighs heavily as she turns and shuffles to the back toward the long bar. As she approaches the bar, she makes every attempt not to look at Chax, simply taking a small piece of paper from the bartender. Then, reality hits and she knows she's not going to get away so easily, she offers a sweet smile to Chax and a small wave. "Well, hello there, Chax!" she offers in an all-too-chipper voice.
Chax swivels his head on bourbon loosened muscles, his head flopping down and sidewise, "S'rayne!" He grins goofily back, and says a long dissertation in Quebecois (page me if you know Quebecois and want the gory details) finishing with, "beau femme". Or whatever "beautiful woman" is in French. He raises an empty double-shot gloss, looks wounded, then in English, says, "How'rya?" Wait, we covered that before, didn't we, circuitous tipsy vocalizing circuits dig for something more original to say, which is, "You look great!" There we go. He looks at the bartender, "'nother double bourbon, water back, please!" The bartender gives the pilot a nod and sets the booze down, "Perhaps you've had enough?" "NONSENSE!" bellows the pilot, "I've yet begun to defile myself."
William wisely the bartender doesn't offer the same advice to him, just sets the drinks down and hopes that he'll drop off soon. As for our Cadet, seems her DI forgot to teach her common sense which would have dictated running like hell for any sane person. Of course this also just goes to show that she is indeed fit material for the Militia for the exact same reasons. "G'tha FUCK aw'y C'det!" bellows the now firmly roasted cowpoke in what could only be recongised as a 'Parade Ground' voice. And turns back to follow his fellows advice and further defile his ownself. God Love ya Doc.
In the relative silence after William's bellow, Natalia takes a quick step back, and on the way there her legs go noodlely, and she's suddenly at ease. Waayy at ease. Without another word, she turns, gropes her way past an errant chair, and heads halfway towards the door before remembering she has a tab to settle. She takes the long way around to pay up with a credspike, and will soon be scampering out of this bar, a fearsome accomplishment under her little belt, and perhaps a small truckload of disillusionment on her shoulders. Maybe she'll have to pay a visit to Freydermin sometime soon, too.
Rayne runs her fingers through her hair as she nods politely, her ever-present smile pasted neatly on her face. Her half-hearted attemtps to listen to Chax's ramblings prove quite fruitless and finally she says, "Oh, that's great, uh huh, yep yep. Well, I'm off to the shelter, you take care, now." Note clutched tightly to her chest, she turns and strides back toward the front door.
Chax sips his new burboun, and you can almost see the thought bubbling through his head. Yes, there it comes. Ever so slowly, then marginally disconnected synapses form the thought coherently, at least as far as electron streams go. The vocalization that his brain sends to his vocal chords, on the other hand, is a bit less coherent, but what is very clearly heard, is, "Take care, Rayne!" The mumbled part that is probably not heard, "An gimme a call sometime, would ya?"
Even as she's walking away, the poor young woman manages to wince, her shoulders hunching in what almost seems a gesture to protect herself. Yep, she heard that last part. The weapon's check man can hear Rayne mumble, "Too bad I lost his number," as she pushes the door of the Succubus open and heads out.
Disillusionment? Ya want disillusionment? Welp he here is in the flesh an tryin damn hard to make sure he isn't by the look of the tab hes running up. Still fuming William lifts his mug as if to drink, and pauses then suddenly snarls rather loudly and throws the half full mug over the bar to crash against the wall, narrowly missing the mirror and thump heavily to the floor. They make their stuff to last here at the Succubus. Tossing down a rather too large amount of cred onto and over the bar the besottled an very pissed off cowboy boils out of his stool and leaves the bar in a rather, eh.. Loud fashion, barely stopping to pick up his guns at the door before blowing out into the street like a gale force wind.
Chax watches William leave, and frowns, "Great, I lost my drinkin' buddy." He looks around, no viable candidates, unless the Cadet cares...wait,she bailed, too. He sighs, "Le christ de tabernacle". He drops a pile of creds on the counter, not as generous as William, enough to cover the cost of the drink and a small tip.
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