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“You mean that giant purple ballsack hollering every nonsense obscenity he can come up with?”
“Place startin’ to look like the ad column of a lonely-hearts magazine. Everyone bein’ so cute and sharin’ their wants and likes. Quite adorable really.”
@strikers-saloon
Dawn was slowly creeping through the darkness, the streets quiet; the construction workers haven't arrived yet to continue the structure next to the lavish building. The early autumn morning's serene stillness was broken by the loud revving of a powerful engine of a lone biker, seemingly just an another daredevil. Which was true, partly.
Cindy sometimes missed using the Artistic Freedom of her title; but not today. The criminal located was the local mob boss' right hand, currently holding a few young tourist women captive, sentencing them to a fate usually worse than death. The engine thundered under her even more violently as the crimson thread of vengeance was growing less loose, signaling she was close.
It didn't take a genius to figure out which building was his hiding place, however Cindy never fancied using elevators. Further increasing the already neckbreaking speed, she used the half done construction as a ramp; the flame red Ducati bursting through the window and continuing her journey towards the beyond startled ‘victim’.
The Crimson Death was one of the many titles she was given among the depths of humanity's scum; a well deserved alias. The woman effortlessly backflipped off the motorbike with the grace of an acrobat, the engine flying across the room and pinning the pleading criminal under its weight, the still wildly spinning wheels tearing bits off from his face.
"I can pay more!!! I can give you everything you want!" Oh how many desperate pleas she has heard.
“Indeed, you will give me everything.” the young woman confirmed yet the tone was full of dark promises, especially when she unsheathed a pulsing red bladed sword
To save herself from further whining, the slash was quick, more he bled, stronger the crimson aura soaked into her, carefully weaving fingers consumed the criminal's soul. With a wicked, satisfied smirk, Cindy allowed herself to bask in the moment and her success.
@strikers-saloon to 🐍🐍this🐍🐍
“Does that mean round two~?”
Damn, you three are gonna make an intergenerational sandwich?? ;)
“We already made one~”
“I'm just playing now. As one of them has the Gunslinger of Death, the other the Infernal General as love of their lives.”
@strikers-saloon
@deathshadowed
@infernal-general
Fuck Marry Kill Hysteria, Seviathan and Striker
“Marry Hysteria because...she's cute, she's fun, great to hang out with. Why not marry?”
“Fuck Striker and watch my sister get a hellfire aneurism.”
Which leaves....
“...oops.”
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@strikers-saloon
By now it has became a routine since she first discovered the portal leading to the pocket dimension of the literal Hell. Freefall for a few seconds for that sweet adrenaline before bright phoenix wings burst free from her back, making her arrival seem like a blazing comet. Cindy tried to keep it a secret, there was nothing sweeter than uncovering her potential only during a fight. So far, she was lucky to find remote areas to land but this...wasn't the usual city she would arrive to.
Slowing her fall with a few powerful sweeps of wings of fire, the entity looked around the vast desert, the molten suns flowing into volcanoes, spooked wild horses running away from her arrival. Yes. She definitely liked this scenery much better than the neon glow of the town. Her descent was slower than usual; surely a land so barren wouldn't have that many curious eyes.
Her feet touched orangish, fever hot sand, the cosmic power slowly receding back into her body, only a faint glow remained from the previous display. Breathtaking view even from here, Cindy didn't need sunglasses or any type of protection to gaze into the fiery pits. Tiny stones cracked under her heels; well she had no idea the portal will divert the course and drop her into a desert; but she definitely wasn't complaining.
∗ 9o﹕ sender helps receiver patch up a wound.
"This brings back memories, just happy there ain't no holy shrapnel this time."
That interesting prompt list
“Wouldn't matter. A knife is a knife even if it's ‘blessed ’ by God's piss.” the naturally rugged voice snapped with irritation at the situation
A ring of fire still swirled within the bright jade; she was a good fighter taught by the best ever lived and died. Fever hot glare snapped to her bleeding side, gutted like a fish thanks to her effort to get away once the knife was lodged into her. What's worse, her leather jacket also suffered significant damage.
“Sure as fuck you don't look like the local doctor. I don't even think there's a doctor here or at least one that's not down for malpractice.” the entity usually had a bit more manners than this. Usually. When she wasn't showing signs of vulnerability such as bleeding a pool onto the fucking floor.
“But hey, pharmacies have snakes poledancing on their logos. So you might just be.”
The possibility only occurred now, a bit late considering the shimmery red was already coating his talons.
“By the way, I'm pretty sure my blood is radioactive.”
∗ 11﹕ sender runs their fingers through receiver’s hair.
"Now doesn't it feel nice just to relax and have someone take care of ya?"
That interesting prompt list
It wasn't often that Cindy Flame admitted she needed rest. Furthermore, the entity avoided the action or better said lack of it like one would the plague. But when she failed to feel the cosmic sparks ready to carry her out of Hell was when she realized she overstretched her previously thought nonexistent limits.
Her body still rigid, eyes carefully watching the serpentine demon's movements, fighting with the urge to lean into them.
“I don't know.” she replied at last, probably not the answer the demon wanted, light brown strands turning vibrant crimson slipping through his claws
She couldn't recall the last time she received care without the other being wanting something in return. Maybe when her mentor collected her body after training. Rough hands but couldn't hide the concern shining in his expressive chestnut eyes.
“What do you want” despite the inquiry, she remained curled like a tired cat with the knowledge she might not be able to dart out of this dimension, but her fire was still a reckoning if needed
“Your species have nothing to do with the natural distrust life taught me, what the fuck do you perceive me as?” it was a miracle that her tone was still as sharp as she wanted to be, despite Morpheus' threads' restless pull
“Might have the power of one but I don't exactly have a God complex. Turn towards Heaven for better examples.” she was prideful, yes. Arrogant to a degree. But she had her reasons and power to back it up. And after a life cut short of suffering, kindly allow her to announce she can and will remove any obstacles in her path how she sees fit.
The low rumble of ice cold panic at the words alternative payment was impossible to ignore. Nor she planned to.
The situp was color blurring quick, her weight supported by her right arm despite the silent protests of chiseled yet quivering muscle. The exhaustion wasn't mirrored in cutting jade eyes fixed on him with a piercing stare of judgment itself. Something else lurking beneath her orbs, not quite infernal nor celestial; it shifted with unnerving fluidity like magma rolling from volcanic mountains.
Only after the silent conclusion did she allowed herself to fall back, finally listening to her physical aches as well.
“I will think about it. You are attractive.” blunt instead of playful, she was tired to play the games she usually entertained herself with
For @phoenixborn from (x)
“Nothin’ more than to know you’re okay, ain’t often folk look ready to fight a whole ring and at the same time appear to be workin’ on fumes and the willpower of a God… Hard to believe an imp would want nothin’ but ya best for ya huh?”
Striker continued to caress her head, the hair felt silky smooth as it trailed through his fingers. Knowing more than most, he knew how the strong would hate to be perceived as weak or in need of attention by anyone they didn’t trust, yet Striker was in the unique position that he often had gotten to be good at in getting into situations where folk would trust the bartender/saloon owner, he was a public figure, but one people could feel safe with talking to, at least in an emergency.
“If it’s impossible to think so, then let’s say a kiss on the cheek, that’s the alternative payment if Nothing is not good enough for you.” A chuckle before a soft hum escaped him, some people demanded to be able to pay, either to feel better about themselves or that they didn’t trust the imp’s -no payment required- option.
“I don't give a fuck about Hell's outdated feudal system nor Heaven's fucking cult. I'm not like that.” the entity announced, allowing crimson hair to pool on the pillow
“In the era I'm from they said everyone is equal yet they preached water while drinking wine.” probably not much of her words made any sense, fragments of different lives thrown around as replies. In her haze she hasn't even felt the necessary pain of his work. When was the last time she had proper sleep again?
Jade eyes stared carefully, but made no inquire; she wouldn't enjoy to recount the story behind the tattoo covered scarred skin of her right side either. His question forced her tired brain to begin a throughout thought process, after all he still did a great work despite the quite alarming information.
“I think-” too raspy, lets try that again “I think it depends on a number of factors and fluctuates instead staying on one consistent level.”
“I'm in a pocket dimension, away from my main sources of power. I'm unable to morph and to summon enough energy to get myself out of Hell. My wound despite the result of a simple knife didn't heal on its own. I'm actually dizzy from blood loss too, meaning my healing factor currently is under a frog's ass.” where she was going with this? Ah yes.
“You will be fine. Maybe minor nausea, dizziness and possible fever. No lost body parts. Or anything permanent. Otherwise I wouldn't have let you do this” Cindy concluded, feeling her body getting heavier with each second passing.
Well he was done... That meant being alone in an unfamiliar environment, in an establishment full of...drunk demons. Fire sparked in her eyes at the realization, she could get up to bolt, barricade the door with the risk of opening the stitches. Would that faux protection be even useful to worth the effort?
“Can you...” why was everything so difficult “Would you...”
“stay?”
phoenixborn:
“Your species have nothing to do with the natural distrust life taught me, what the fuck do you perceive me as?” it was a miracle that her tone was still as sharp as she wanted to be, despite Morpheus’ threads’ restless pull
“Might have the power of one but I don’t exactly have a God complex. Turn towards Heaven for better examples.” she was prideful, yes. Arrogant to a degree. But she had her reasons and power to back it up. And after a life cut short of suffering, kindly allow her to announce she can and will remove any obstacles in her path how she sees fit.
The low rumble of ice cold panic at the words alternative payment was impossible to ignore. Nor she planned to.
The situp was color blurring quick, her weight supported by her right arm despite the silent protests of chiseled yet quivering muscle. The exhaustion wasn’t mirrored in cutting jade eyes fixed on him with a piercing stare of judgment itself. Something else lurking beneath her orbs, not quite infernal nor celestial; it shifted with unnerving fluidity like magma rolling from volcanic mountains.
Only after the silent conclusion did she allowed herself to fall back, finally listening to her physical aches as well.
“I will think about it. You are attractive.” blunt instead of playful, she was tired to play the games she usually entertained herself with
“I perceive you as someone who needs help, that you’re what Hell would consider above me, and that most people who are above imps look down upon us and whatever we do.” He spoke in a casual tone as he continued to patch her up, being careful as possible as he worked while speaking about how most of Hell would care little about him and his kind.
He jostled back at the sudden motion of her sitting up, quick enough to avoid any further damage, but he looked confused at her as she seemed to assess him.
“A pleasure to know I’m not a total eye-sore, though take note I might have to take off my shirt next, if your blood is indeed radioactive, I’d rather limit my exposure and keep the blood on my hands and clothing…”
It wasn’t long until this prediction came true, it had already blood on it from earlier, and as he continued to work the sleeves would soak up more and more blood. When he came to a point where most of the bleeding had stopped, he’d take a few seconds break to take it off, and by doing so revealing the roadmap of his adventures and fights, as well as his achievements as a self-taught doctor. He’d clean most of himself with the shirt and use it as a rag near his hands to avoid too much blood on himself while he worked. Soon enough he had fixed the injury, and without rest had stitched it back together after making sure no internal injuries had occurred. He did take a quick step to the sink to clean his hands and apply ointment to them, feeling he might be getting some radiation burn from the exposure, but he was at least happy that she was not bleeding like mad any more.
“How radioactive you think ya blood is by the way? Just want to figure out if I should be lookin’ for cybernetic hands, would want to call some folk with my own two hands before they fall off.” He sounded jovial and silly, but there was some concern in his voice.
Selfish. Eyes shut tight at the realization, the demon already showed more than enough courtesy by properly treating the injury and not even bolting out of the room after she revealed her blood was probably radioactive. Cindy rarely - better said never - felt even the flicker of need to apologize for anything, yet...
Carefully shifting to her good side, she snatched the other pillow to curl around, her hold reflexively tightening with every occasioal boisterous laugh reaching the room.
“You...don't have to do this. If you don't want to.” she said carefully as he returned and seemed to be even prepared to go through the selfish request
“I'm not gonna die on you, if that's what you worried about. I've had worse. Much worse” she tried to reassure, a tiny, tired smile “I'm just-” she cut herself off before ‘exhausted’ could tumble out of her mouth. She can't be. Millions relied on her, million fates depended on her. She had no right to be exhausted. “Just had a shit day”
phoenixborn:
“I don’t give a fuck about Hell’s outdated feudal system nor Heaven’s fucking cult. I’m not like that.” the entity announced, allowing crimson hair to pool on the pillow
“In the era I’m from they said everyone is equal yet they preached water while drinking wine.” probably not much of her words made any sense, fragments of different lives thrown around as replies. In her haze she hasn’t even felt the necessary pain of his work. When was the last time she had proper sleep again?
Jade eyes stared carefully, but made no inquire; she wouldn’t enjoy to recount the story behind the tattoo covered scarred skin of her right side either. His question forced her tired brain to begin a throughout thought process, after all he still did a great work despite the quite alarming information.
“I think-” too raspy, lets try that again “I think it depends on a number of factors and fluctuates instead staying on one consistent level.”
“I’m in a pocket dimension, away from my main sources of power. I’m unable to morph and to summon enough energy to get myself out of Hell. My wound despite the result of a simple knife didn’t heal on its own. I’m actually dizzy from blood loss too, meaning my healing factor currently is under a frog’s ass.” where she was going with this? Ah yes.
“You will be fine. Maybe minor nausea, dizziness and possible fever. No lost body parts. Or anything permanent. Otherwise I wouldn’t have let you do this” Cindy concluded, feeling her body getting heavier with each second passing.
Well he was done… That meant being alone in an unfamiliar environment, in an establishment full of…drunk demons. Fire sparked in her eyes at the realization, she could get up to bolt, barricade the door with the risk of opening the stitches. Would that faux protection be even useful to worth the effort?
“Can you…” why was everything so difficult “Would you…”
“stay?”
Striker had only intended to be helping with a wound, considering she had looked pretty active and awake a few moments ago, he imagined that the loss of blood(radioactive or not) did take a toll on anyone as he had an experience with on several occasions. He listened intently to her while she spoke, about her health and the prospects of him and whatever reactions he might be going through in a while, though he imagined the iodine would help him with most of it he hoped.
The last part was what had him worried, not many people wanted him to stay by their side, and the times he was asked, it was at the bedside of someone dying, so he had a moment of hesitation before he continued to clean up after himself, the blood as he spoke.
“Sure, ah can stay here and keep watch over ya, would be a lousy host if ah just left ya to be alone after… “he motioned to the now stitched-up wound.” That happenin’, and ya bein’ in an unfamiliar place. Just gotta clean this up and get a new shirt, then ah will be here by your side.”
Taking the shirt and everything bloody to be thrown away, he’d return after cleaning his hands and putting on a new shirt so he’d look at least appropriate while staying there. “Ya want anythin’ to eat, maybe now or later after ya get some rest?”
He had pulled up a chair to be right beside her, even getting a book to read, preparing himself for a long night ahead to make sure she felt safe and secure.
The entity only could stare wordlessly at the cowboy as if he had grown a second head.
“....I...it's warm enough thank you” she eventually arrived to the very intelligent conclusion, snuggling closer to the pillow and deeper to the blanket to prove her point. Wrath had a great climate, enough even for her to feel comfortable without burrowing three blankets under.
“...You are very considerate” jade hues told the tale how unfamiliar was all of this; maybe she was allowed to rest for one night
Cindy considered the offer, although wary of the amount of information could flow once the gates opened. A crash followed by a cackle downstairs caused a tiny jolt and a tighter squeeze of the pillow.
“Pride is an absolute shithole full of predators and I feel like I can't get the filth off me.” she hissed venomously, voice now more steady. Of course humans find a way to ruin everything
“The amount of women, men running to me for help while chased by scum every day...and of course I take care every one of them very fucking permanently. How could I ever turn someone away- no that would never happen. That's who I am, that's what I do.” both on Earth and in Hell. Only that in here it was draining due to the lack of direct access to the cosmos.
“But that's not the shit part, saving people I mean. It's that...” a laugh that was somehow filled with sorrow
“I know can't count on anyone doing the same favor for me, just because it's the right thing to do.” she gestuted at the injury “Not like that's a surprise.” now that sentence held the most secrets, full of bite, knowledge and the worst: experience.
“You are something else. In the best meaning possible.” then it occurred to her she probably hadn't even introduced herself, only crashed into his establishment
“Bit late introduction I know, I'm Cindy. Pride's number one rapist killer but I also specialize in murder other criminals.” she let go of the comfort pillow briefly to stick her hand out from under the covers for a handshake
Selfish. Eyes shut tight at the realization, the demon already showed more than enough courtesy by properly treating the injury and not even bolting out of the room after she revealed her blood was probably radioactive. Cindy rarely - better said never - felt even the flicker of need to apologize for anything, yet…
Carefully shifting to her good side, she snatched the other pillow to curl around, her hold reflexively tightening with every occasioal boisterous laugh reaching the room.
“You…don’t have to do this. If you don’t want to.” she said carefully as he returned and seemed to be even prepared to go through the selfish request
“I’m not gonna die on you, if that’s what you worried about. I’ve had worse. Much worse” she tried to reassure, a tiny, tired smile “I’m just-” she cut herself off before ‘exhausted’ could tumble out of her mouth. She can’t be. Millions relied on her, million fates depended on her. She had no right to be exhausted. “Just had a shit day”
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{Quotes :Herakles - Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson), images are mine }
The light touch sent a tiny jolt through her system, her temperature jumping only a few degrees higher. Had she not been wounded and dizzy, she would've joked at the lack of a kiss to the knuckles; he seemed to be the old fashioned type who would do that even just for show. Her hand slithered back under the blanket, holding the foreign warmth's linger close to her chest.
Observant or maybe she wasn't couldn't downplay her reactions enough in this state.
A lightheaded, dizzy smile at his action and the result of it, all because she showed signs of discomfort. However she was also paying attention to his words.
“Come on Striker” the red lipped smile now revealed teeth as she tasted his name on her tongue “sometimes I see two of you. Which isn't a bad sight by all means, but cut me some slack.”
Similar field huh? “Headhunter or assassin? The first would suit the Western flair more, but then in this ring everyone has a knife collection and balls to take care of cattle thieves.” with how he knew his ways around an injury and how eerily quiet it had gotten also added to her train of thought arriving to the unsaid conclusion. The knowledge of someone strong and capable enough guarding her made the mattress softer underneath, or maybe she finally allowing herself to relax at last.
“It's not noise.” Cindy felt the urge to explain
“Just, memories attached to bars. Not like yours. The less savory ones. I haven't been in one since I've- since...this isn't a conversation for the first night.” her defense ultimately won but at what cost “That sounded wrong, didn't it?” she groaned, yet among the embarrassment warm happiness shone at the promise she heard the first time in her life
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The entity only could stare wordlessly at the cowboy as if he had grown a second head.
“….I…it’s warm enough thank you” she eventually arrived to the very intelligent conclusion, snuggling closer to the pillow and deeper to the blanket to prove her point. Wrath had a great climate, enough even for her to feel comfortable without burrowing three blankets under.
“…You are very considerate” jade hues told the tale how unfamiliar was all of this; maybe she was allowed to rest for one night
Cindy considered the offer, although wary of the amount of information could flow once the gates opened. A crash followed by a cackle downstairs caused a tiny jolt and a tighter squeeze of the pillow.
“Pride is an absolute shithole full of predators and I feel like I can’t get the filth off me.” she hissed venomously, voice now more steady. Of course humans find a way to ruin everything
“The amount of women, men running to me for help while chased by scum every day…and of course I take care every one of them very fucking permanently. How could I ever turn someone away- no that would never happen. That’s who I am, that’s what I do.” both on Earth and in Hell. Only that in here it was draining due to the lack of direct access to the cosmos.
“But that’s not the shit part, saving people I mean. It’s that…” a laugh that was somehow filled with sorrow
“I know can’t count on anyone doing the same favor for me, just because it’s the right thing to do.” she gestuted at the injury “Not like that’s a surprise.” now that sentence held the most secrets, full of bite, knowledge and the worst: experience.
“You are something else. In the best meaning possible.” then it occurred to her she probably hadn’t even introduced herself, only crashed into his establishment
“Bit late introduction I know, I’m Cindy. Pride’s number one rapist killer but I also specialize in murder other criminals.” she let go of the comfort pillow briefly to stick her hand out from under the covers for a handshake
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"Howdy there!" >:3
Referring to
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“....”
“Howdy indeed ~”
A genuine smile at the admission “That's the conclusion I arrived to” and she didn't doubt he was telling the truth about the nature of his business, he wouldn't have helped her or demanded compensation at least for being a night guard. Never thought she would be happy to discover someone is an assassin though.
“I get an another form of, sort of payment for my kills, but I take it from the target.” again a quite rocky territory, but Cindy thought if he opened up, only fair if she does the same
“In Hell I earn well with cage fights and spontaneous little concerts. I actually wrote a diss track about Mammon.”
A smile so bright as she mentioned her passion and latest achievement, however her blinks growing slower and more prolonged as exhaustion was settling over her at last.
“You won't politely escort me out after I wake up?” Cindy asked with mild confusion, she thought the stay only meant the night
“I will be healed by then for sure, I would understand. Or does Wrathian hospitality extend to such level?” she curled carefully to avoid opening the wound, her hold on the comfort pillow nowhere as tight as before
She was safe.
That feeling was something foreign. The bed felt even softer after her tortured mind finally decided to fully believe his words.
“Thank you.” for everything
“Goodnight Striker” the entity flashed a last tired smile with a shimmer of closing jade eyes. It took approximately a minute for deep, dreamless sleep to take her under its wing.
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The light touch sent a tiny jolt through her system, her temperature jumping only a few degrees higher. Had she not been wounded and dizzy, she would’ve joked at the lack of a kiss to the knuckles; he seemed to be the old fashioned type who would do that even just for show. Her hand slithered back under the blanket, holding the foreign warmth’s linger close to her chest.
Observant or maybe she wasn’t couldn’t downplay her reactions enough in this state.
A lightheaded, dizzy smile at his action and the result of it, all because she showed signs of discomfort. However she was also paying attention to his words.
“Come on Striker” the red lipped smile now revealed teeth as she tasted his name on her tongue “sometimes I see two of you. Which isn’t a bad sight by all means, but cut me some slack.”
Similar field huh? “Headhunter or assassin? The first would suit the Western flair more, but then in this ring everyone has a knife collection and balls to take care of cattle thieves.” with how he knew his ways around an injury and how eerily quiet it had gotten also added to her train of thought arriving to the unsaid conclusion. The knowledge of someone strong and capable enough guarding her made the mattress softer underneath, or maybe she finally allowing herself to relax at last.
“It’s not noise.” Cindy felt the urge to explain
“Just, memories attached to bars. Not like yours. The less savory ones. I haven’t been in one since I’ve- since…this isn’t a conversation for the first night.” her defense ultimately won but at what cost “That sounded wrong, didn’t it?” she groaned, yet among the embarrassment warm happiness shone at the promise she heard the first time in her life
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The bingo meme winners (based on the amount of bingos):
🥇 @strikers-saloon with 6
🥈 @erthlyheavn Erebus & @e-m-p-error Chazz with 4
🥉 @goetiia , @kugel-bitch & @diadxrling with 3
Vanny realize this as it was pointed out that she was yelling, even though she been through a lot ever since she come to this place, accidentally might as add, it really doesn’t excuse on yelling some stranger who is just doing their job and have nothing to do what she is going through with. “Ah-! my apology sir...it been quiet an hour ever since I arrive at this place, I been almost robbed, manage to pissed off others, I’m trying to progress all this happening in one go but yet this place just doesn’t let me, it just like to throw me more things before it could even let me think even.” Vanny spoke as she couldn’t help but wonder if there are others who might hold accountable for her for accidentally bumping to them, stepping on their tail or not even letting them take her stuff even though that the last thing she want since arriving this place. “I’m queen vanessa from the subcon kingdom, though everyone call me vanny, please to meet you striker, again apology for the sudden rudeness when coming here.” Vanny spoke as she glance at the imp in front of her ears perk down while she took the drink she ordered and simply took a sip of it. the ice queen let out a misty sigh. Glancing around at this place while her tail sway, she was on guard on any person who is next to try to rob something from this royal person.
@karmarp asked:
The ice queen, the red demonic draconic red stripe being was sent to hell, literally but the thing is, she been dead for such a while that she was on the other side, the living world and yet her teleportation ability have taken her to actual hell. honestly she wasn’t surprise at this point specifically knowing what she have done, vanny felt like she have deserve to go through hell but this was a bit much, not as much as going through task but this was still a lot to progress yet hell manage to throw her a lot of things before she could even let her progress, she almost got her crown, money, orbs, everything she own almost stolen, manage to pissed off a few imps and other sinners and it been a hour. The ice queen was about to break until she notice a bar while walking by, it isn’t much but if anything she will take what she get! the queen dashed toward at the bar, sit at the stool chair, slam with both of her fist as she yelled out “give me one of your best wine or alcohol!” Vanny spoke up in a yell as she was desperate to cool down even for a moment. even if it just temporary.
The day had been nice and calm, patrons gently moving in and out of the doors, going on their way to their jobs, some coming back from them, the hours at the saloon were constant stream with those needing to unwind or those requiring a little pick-me-up before a shift, Striker and the staff were more than happy to serve those whom needed it and had the coin for it.
Striker would be lying if he said it was the first time he’d seen someone fly into the saloon needing a drink, yet it was the first time he’d seen someone do it in such a demanding and aggressive way. He blinked as he stared, and decided to go through the whole spiel for her.
“Welcome ta’ Strikers Saloon, hope ya enjoy ya time here…” He didn’t bother with the small talk or actually trying to figure out better what drink she wanted, she wanted -the best- so she’d get something pricy.
He decided on a French 75, adding everything he needed into a shaker with ice and taking his time while shaking, he’d strain it into a champagne Flute glass before garnishing it with a lemon twist. Taking out a coaster for the drink, it had the icon of the upright -eight of cups- on it, he’d place the drink on it before sliding it in front of her.
“Mah names Striker, pleasure ta’ serve ya miss, please do not yell when ah am standing right in front of ya.”