The Roleplayers

[Silvia Kuroi 1,480]

First, how the hell did you know I like Dr. Pepper.

 

Also Katana + eye patch is exceedingly accurate

 

oh wait i should probably not post so someone could add more

[Soul Eater Evans 4,045]

Soul strolls in, a melancholic expression written on his face. "Chopin vodka, please. I need to drown my sorrow."

[Lady Aleister 1,677]

Just slightly after Soul got there, Neko arrived, wearing a mostly black, her black cat-ears atop her head. She was silent, blending with the crowd before appearing behind Silver and grabbing his sides in attempt to scare the crap out of him."I'm here~!" She chimed, sitting down beside NeverBetter and Silver, Soul standing beside her.

"Just some Pinot Noir Wine if you guys have any. If not then I will take this entire place down." Neko threatened the bar-tender. 

Her was silver pistol strapped to her waist and Neko wasn't afraid to use it. 

Edited November 28, 2014 by Neko-chan

[Guest DEADACCOUNT2333]

((What's going on?))

[Silvia Kuroi 1,480]

Silver didn't seem to move at all. He flinched a bit, but that was it. His face was sullen and sunken as he gently took the cherry out, and placed it on a napkin beside his arm. He just as gently took the glass and took it up to his lips, drinking the fine soda down to the half way point.

"Hey guys."

In this world his cat ears were not fake--they were very much real, as he desired so dearly, "Nice to see all of you, I suppose.."

He frowned, staring at the dark liquid. He wasn't sure what to do at this point. Move on? Go back? What now? It had been more than a year and now it was dashed apart, so easily.

 

(I guess we're roleplaying? Seems Neverbetter's set up a scenario for us. I'm down for this.)

[Guest DEADACCOUNT2333]

Josh sat in the corner, reading a book. He had no weapon on him, since he never trained to fight. He wore a blue hoddie over his white t-shirt, and black sweatpants. He scratched his head, and yawned.

[Josuke Higashikata 2,141]

I may as well get into this. And no, I have no idea why I wrote it all in italics. 

 

Bang

 

The door was kicked open, and in strolled Nortanort. Not that many people in the bar would recognize him, least of all with those weird star-shaped glasses he was wearing. Although he was guaranteed to stand out, considering how tall he was. And he smelled vaguely of muffins.

 

He walked over to the nearest bar stool, pulled of the poor sap who was sitting on it, and sat down. The person whom Nort had displaced glared at him, and was about to speak, when he noticed the rather large gun currently laid across Nort's lap. Which was aimed right at him. This prompted him to not say a word, as Nort spun around in his stool and faced the bartender. "I'll have a glass of your strongest milk," he said, a steely look of determination upon his face. Whilst he was waiting, he turned to one side, and saw Silver and Neverbetter. He looked at Silver for a few minutes, trying to figure out if he recognized Silver. A figurative light-bulb went off over his head, and Nort spoke out, with what would not qualify as an indoor voice, "Oh, it's you!"

 

A look of shock went over his face as he realized just how loud he had been. He quieted and said, "I recognize you. Gold something, right? Anyway, that's not important! It's nice to see you!"

 

((Too much? Nah! Although I WAS going to give him a sword... but then I realized that's Silver's weapon. So I don't want to copy it!))

[Arya Stark 1,337]

"Ah, I have no idea why you guys always liked this dark place." A high pitched voice pitched in. A short girl with bob cut black hair in short shorts and a lime green tee pushed people out of her way to take a seat at the bar on the other side of NeverBetter. Yuffie smiled at the others. "Really though, it's sad and all, but crying isn't going to help. Brighten up." She gave her piece of advice. Yuffie glanced to the bartender. "And don't worry about these two soda jerks. I'll drink enough for all three of us." She said assuredly. The bartender looked at her odd.

"Aren't you underage?" He asked. Yuffie grabbed his tie, and pulled him to the counter. She leaned up off the seat, looming over the tender. She gave him a devious grin when they were close.

"Do you wanna find out?" She asked, twirling a ninja star in her other hand. The bartender pushed her off, and grumbled back to where he could start making drinks. He was getting kind of tired of all these insane people coming in here and messing things up. Yuffie plopped down in her seat, smiling happily. "Jack and coke please!" She called to him.

[Guest]

Soul strolls in, a melancholic expression written on his face. "Chopin vodka, please. I need to drown my sorrow."

 

"Ah, I have no idea why you guys always liked this dark place." A high pitched voice pitched in. A short girl with bob cut black hair in short shorts and a lime green tee pushed people out of her way to take a seat at the bar on the other side of NeverBetter. Yuffie smiled at the others. "Really though, it's sad and all, but crying isn't going to help. Brighten up." She gave her piece of advice. Yuffie glanced to the bartender. "And don't worry about these two soda jerks. I'll drink enough for all three of us." She said assuredly. The bartender looked at her odd.

"Aren't you underage?" He asked. Yuffie grabbed his tie, and pulled him to the counter. She leaned up off the seat, looming over the tender. She gave him a devious grin when they were close.

"Do you wanna find out?" She asked, twirling a ninja star in her other hand. The bartender pushed her off, and grumbled back to where he could start making drinks. He was getting kind of tired of all these insane people coming in here and messing things up. Yuffie plopped down in her seat, smiling happily. "Jack and coke please!" She called to him.

 

Just slightly after Soul got there, Neko arrived, wearing a gothic-lolita-styled dress and fake cat-ears atop her head. She was silent, blending with the crowd before appearing behind Silver and grabbing his sides in attempt to scare the crap out of him.

"I'm here~!" She chimed, sitting down beside NeverBetter and Silver, Soul standing beside her.

"Just some Pinot Noir Wine if you guys have any. If not then I will take this entire place down." Neko threatened the bar-tender. 

Her was silver pistol strapped to her waist and Neko wasn't afraid to use it. 

 

Silver didn't seem to move at all. He flinched a bit, but that was it. His face was sullen and sunken as he gently took the cherry out, and placed it on a napkin beside his arm. He just as gently took the glass and took it up to his lips, drinking the fine soda down to the half way point.

"Hey guys."

In this world his cat ears were not fake--they were very much real, as he desired so dearly, "Nice to see all of you, I suppose.."

He frowned, staring at the dark liquid. He wasn't sure what to do at this point. Move on? Go back? What now? It had been more than a year and now it was dashed apart, so easily.

 

(I guess we're roleplaying? Seems Neverbetter's set up a scenario for us. I'm down for this.)

 

Josh sat in the corner, reading a book. He had no weapon on him, since he never trained to fight. He wore a blue hoddie over his white t-shirt, and black sweatpants. He scratched his head, and yawned.

 

(It was more of an idea of "Let's all write a story and see where it goes" kind of ting, but this is fine.)

NeverBetter chuckled. "Hello all.". He ordered up a pizza, large enough to fit the assorted toppings for everyone's preferred toppings. In this world, his hair is black as a raven's feathers and his eyes the same, only with a slight dusty blue tint with them as well. It hung in multiple locks, thin ones, but locks of hair all the same. He wore a large black trench coat, lined with greyish-white fir and had a silver  gleam to it. Like a familiar OC, said coat was made of metals. On his back, three different swords, and under his coat, a number of assorted daggers and knives, as well as a few different throw-able weapons. He was armed to the teeth, as they say. He was heavy, so he was sitting on his own specialty stool at the table, elephants could be sat on it and it would only give off a small creek.

 

The bartender arrived with the orders everyone had called up.

 

And NeverBetter addressed their group.

 

"We suffered a heavy loss. However, we have to recoop and reorganize-"

Then Nortanort happened.

 

I may as well get into this. And no, I have no idea why I wrote it all in italics. 

 

Bang

 

The door was kicked open, and in strolled Nortanort. Not that many people in the bar would recognize him, least of all with those weird star-shaped glasses he was wearing. Although he was guaranteed to stand out, considering how tall he was. And he smelled vaguely of muffins.

 

He walked over to the nearest bar stool, pulled of the poor sap who was sitting on it, and sat down. The person whom Nort had displaced glared at him, and was about to speak, when he noticed the rather large gun currently laid across Nort's lap. Which was aimed right at him. This prompted him to not say a word, as Nort spun around in his stool and faced the bartender. "I'll have a glass of your strongest milk," he said, a steely look of determination upon his face. Whilst he was waiting, he turned to one side, and saw Silver and Neverbetter. He looked at Silver for a few minutes, trying to figure out if he recognized Silver. A figurative light-bulb went off over his head, and Nort spoke out, with what would not qualify as an indoor voice, "Oh, it's you!"

 

A look of shock went over his face as he realized just how loud he had been. He quieted and said, "I recognize you. Gold something, right? Anyway, that's not important! It's nice to see you!"

 

((Too much? Nah! Although I WAS going to give him a sword... but then I realized that's Silver's weapon. So I don't want to copy it!))

"Tch. Punk." Neverbetter cursed under his breath. "Kid, how about you put down your ol' shotty. No need to be brandishing such a curious weapon in a neutral zone." he spat out. Of their group, he was best outfitted for fighting a person with a gun. His armor was thicker than the average and covered almost all of his body, save his face. He tipped his sunglasses down, giving a glare. "Or will I have to break your little toy?"

[Silvia Kuroi 1,480]

"Oi," Silver grunted, giving NeverBetter a rightful glare, "No fighting."

He sighed, finishing his glass as he glanced around at his friends. Nort was being a bit bothersome (Really? Gold?), but he easily recognized Yuffie in her youthful yet frightening glory. Silver turned back to his glass and steadily traced the top of it with his finger.

"I know crying doesn't help, but it doesn't harm either. It's not like I cry all the time." He mumbled, "I do it when there's a reason, and I solve my issues right afterwards." He sighed, pressing his face against the counter.

 

"Sorry, guys. I know none of you like to see this."

[Josuke Higashikata 2,141]

 

"Tch. Punk." Neverbetter cursed under his breath. "Kid, how about you put down your ol' shotty. No need to be brandishing such a curious weapon in a neutral zone." he spat out. Of their group, he was best outfitted for fighting a person with a gun. His armor was thicker than the average and covered almost all of his body, save his face. He tipped his sunglasses down, giving a glare. "Or will I have to break your little toy?"

 

A smart man would have left it at that and apologized. A smart man would have listened to Silver and Neko. A smart man would not have stood up and pointed his gun at Neverbetter. Nortanort was not a smart man. "I am perfectly fine with threats against me," he said, getting up. "But do not threaten," he picked up his gun and pointed it at Neverbetter, "Clarice!" he shouted, pulling the trigger. There was a room shattering bang... as absolutely nothing happened. That is, nothing damaging. A large flag was sticking out of the barrel, reading, "BANG" in big red letters. Nortanort looked a little shocked, but quickly improvised, "Next time, I won't set it on Gag." He was not in a good mood that day, and threats against his weapon just pushed him past the limit. He glared at Neko, then said, "Gold, Sliver, what does it matter? I was close enough."

 

(Not the best thing I've ever written... but blame Bill and Ted.) 

Edited November 28, 2014 by Sho Minamimoto

[Lady Aleister 1,677]

(This is Neko's Appearance:

 

 

I know it is nothing like I said, lets just make this her appearance now.) 

 

"Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa, don't start fighting guys." Neko snapped, her eyes glaring at Nort and NeverBetter. 

She looked directly at Nort, her hands placed on Silvers arm.
"It's Silver. Not Gold. S-I-L-V-E-R." she corrected him.

She began drinking the expensive wine she was given. Probably not going to get drunk from this kind either.  

[Josuke Higashikata 2,141]

(This is Neko's Appearance:

 

 

I know it is nothing like I said, lets just make this her appearance now.) 

 

"Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa, don't start fighting guys." Neko snapped, her eyes glaring at Nort and NeverBetter. 

She looked directly at Nort, her hands placed on Silvers arm.

"It's Silver. Not Gold. S-I-L-V-E-R." she corrected him.

She began drinking the expensive wine she was given. Probably not going to get drunk from this kind either.  

((I'm assuming this was supposed to be before my post... so I edited it in a response!))

 

((Edit: Oh yeah. Nort's glasses, but his are blue:

 

 

))

Edited November 28, 2014 by Sho Minamimoto

[Guest]

A smart man would have left it at that and apologized. A smart man would have listened to Silver and Neko. A smart man would not have stood up and pointed his gun at Neverbetter. Nortanort was not a smart man. "I am perfectly fine with threats against me," he said, getting up. "But do not threaten," he picked up his gun and pointed it at Neverbetter, "Clarice!" he shouted, pulling the trigger. There was a room shattering bang... as absolutely nothing happened. That is, nothing damaging. A large flag was sticking out of the barrel, reading, "BANG" in big red letters. Nortanort looked a little shocked, but quickly improvised, "Next time, I won't set it on Gag." He was not in a good mood that day, and threats against his weapon just pushed him past the limit. He glared at Neko, then said, "Gold, Sliver, what does it matter? I was close enough."

 

(Not the best thing I've ever written... but blame Bill and Ted.) 

"And next time you may use something actually scary." He looked away from the joker with the pop gun. "Bartender, I would like come Tabasco and another mug of root beer, if I may."

(Thinking of making an actual RP now like this.)

[Josuke Higashikata 2,141]

"And next time you may use something actually scary." He looked away from the joker with the pop gun. "Bartender, I would like come Tabasco and another mug of root beer, if I may."

(Thinking of making an actual RP now like this.)

"Hot stuff, aren't ya?" he asked. He then laughed out loud a bit too much for such a bad pun. He spun around again, facing the entrance, and started cleaning his gun. It was a very large gun, could probably take down an elephant with buckshot. It had curious tubes running through it, ending at the barrel. At the exact points where the tubes ended, there were small flaps in the metal, which looked like they could hold both gas, solids, and liquids. Nort was currently pouring small round metal pellets into the flaps, with a grin upon his face. When he finished, he closed the flaps, and looked at a dial, which currently read, "GAG." He turned it until it read, "SOLID."

 

(May as well describe the gun! Oh, and I think you should make it an actual RP! The concept works.)

[Silvia Kuroi 1,480]

"Please don't fight in here." Silver murmured, glaring at Nort now, "I really don't want to do anything right now."He sighed, shaking his head. he could easily deal with the fighting, but he was in no mood to do so at the moment. He wanted to mope about and relax for now, and stay out of this. It was nice that Neko was at least trying to calm them down and fix things up where Silver wasn't, at least.

 

(I'm semi-assuming we're doing this based of KH13 stuff, which means I could easily go full mod on anyone. Course, I'm not gonna.)

[Ultimus Grid 546]

(Could be fun.  Wait a minute.....)

 

Pushing the doors and sliding in, Ultimus takes a gander around.  Making a short, quiet whistle, he whispers:  Ain't this something?  He walks forward in the joint, moving past a couple people, and sees the old gang up ahead.  Or was it new classic?  Eh, Ultimus didn't know.  When making it over, he says:  "Sorry I'm late.  Was up al night he other day, watching stuff."  Ultimus walks to the counter and says:  "Hey, barkeep, mind giving me a mug of root beer?  Love the stuff.  Thanks."  Walking over and sitting at a corner, he says:  "Am I missing something?"

[Lady Aleister 1,677]

(HEY YOU GUYS SHOULD SIGN UP FOR STARDUSTS ROLEPLAY ON MY WEBSITE)

[Arya Stark 1,337]

(I did. Then your website ate my character sheet. I'll redo it in a bit.)

 

Yuffie sipped her drink. The ice clinked perfectly, in that sound that always made her feel as good as the drink did. She slammed the glass back down on the table, and a few precious drops spilled out as she looked over to NeverBetter and Nort. "I hate barfights before I'm drunk. Wait a bit, then I'll rumble." She mentioned to the two of them. She didn't really have a dog in the fight, just enjoyed the adrenaline. But like she said, a bar was never a good battlefield if one wasn't a little wasted. She sipped some more of her drink. She had started soft. With her small body, her current drink plus a short of hard liquor and she'd be just about ready for the world.

 

(No, I'm not an alcoholic. I swear.)

[Lady Aleister 1,677]

(My website thrives on eating post) 

 

'Yuffie is going to get drunk? Lord help us all.' Neko thought, being rather rude. 

She did not want to get drunk tonight. But she took another sip of her wine anyways. 

[Silvia Kuroi 1,480]

Whelp, Silver wasn't exactly surprised. This was how it usually went. The girls got drunk, the guys got into fights, and he sat here day dreaming about things and ignoring all of it before snapping and beating the crap out of Neverbetter, who usually had some involvement in the fights.

Sometimes Neverbetter did just the opposite, and those times Silver never spoke of.

"I think I might go outside for a bit." Silver said, not exactly to anyone, and quietly walked outside, where frigid air waited for him. No sense, he reasoned, on ruining the fun, even if his current actions were doing just that.

[Josuke Higashikata 2,141]

Nortanort looked at his gun, then at Yuffie, then back to his gun, and then back to Yuffie. While it is true that he was not a smart man, even he knew that this would probably end badly for him. Being drunk seemed to give people advantages in bar fights, a fact that Nort had seen proved more than enough times for his, or his body's, liking. Fortunately for him, an opportunity presented itself, in the form of a depressed Silver. "I think I'll join you," Nort called out, getting up out of his seat, walking out a bit too fast for what was supposed to be a nonchalant stroll, gun dragging behind him. He pulled his coat, which he had been wearing loosely around himself, tighter to stave off the warmth as he walked up to Silver. "So, what's up with you?" he asked Silver. Nortanort was also not a man of tact, but he was someone who could tell when someone was down. So he brought it upon himself to cheer Silver up. That and, he really didn't feel like getting beaten up by a drunken Yuffie.

Edited November 29, 2014 by Sho Minamimoto

[Soul Eater Evans 4,045]

Soul walked toward an old, honky tonk piano. Lightly caressing it, he suddenly smashed the keys in brutal succession. "She thinks I'm an idiot!" he moaned, the staccato left hand notes ringing through the bar. Or casino. He was to drunk to tell. "And I sold my soul to a fictional character!" Finally playing back on tempo, it was obvious the piece was Chopin's Etude 10 4, albeit slightly darker.

 

"Someone challenge me to a piano battle, I dare you." Soul moaned, voice strained with melancholy.

 

 

(I'll sign up for stars rp. Later.)

[Lady Aleister 1,677]

"I can't even hit a note." Neko said rather sadly to Soul.

Literally she can't play a piano. She wasn't even going to get started in this outrage. Neko trailed off, sitting beside Josh. Josh and her were actually really good friends

[Soul Eater Evans 4,045]

Soul took deep breath, then sat beside Neko. "I could teach you.... but I don't know if you'd be interested." Taping a variation of Mozart on the table, he sighed. "If only I didnt randomly disappear a few years back, I think we could've been good friends."

 

He then closed his eyes, laying his head flat on the table.