Grand Opening!

[trifurcate]

Characters: Bryn Zethir and EVERYONE!
Date: Friday Evening, September 13th
Location: Bryn's Unnamed Bar
Situation: It's time for a grand opening!
Warnings/Rating: None expected but label your own threads if necessary.

After weeks of scrimping and saving, planning, organizing, working every day to get everything just so, Bryn's tavern is finally ready to open. There were times she wasn't sure it was ever going to happen, because what did she know about running a business, having only been a customer all of her adult life? There was still a chance that this would spectacularly flop and she would be broke and back to square one again. But tonight isn't the night to worry about that. One thing Bryn does know how to do is throw a party.

So, the two story has been scrubbed and polished within an inch of its life. The lanterns inside and out are burning with fresh candles. The bar is fully stocked, the kitchen has been bustling all day with food preparations, and for tonight, the stage is occupied by some of Keeliai's finest and liveliest kedan musicians. At one corner corner of the first floor, a table with ten jars can be found. Before each jar is a suggested name for the new tavern, and baskets of smoothly polished pebbles to be used to cast votes. Each attendee is welcome to vote for the name of their choosing, and Bryn will call her tavern by whichever one is the most popular.

All that's missing are her guests, whom she hopes to keep as customers over the coming weeks, months, or however long Bryn's stay in the city is.

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Poll #14201

Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 27

View Respondents

Bryn's tavern needs a name, and the following options have been suggested! Every character attending gets a single vote and the one with the most votes will be the one picked!

View Answers

Bar In-Between
2 (7.4%)

The Brazen Pack-Beast
1 (3.7%)

The Brazen Turtle
10 (37.0%)

The Carapace
1 (3.7%)

Chelonauts
0 (0.0%)

The Frisky Swizard
8 (29.6%)

Iron Turtle
2 (7.4%)

Nowhere
2 (7.4%)

The Red Lion
1 (3.7%)

That Place
0 (0.0%)

Comments

[trifurcate]

Okay, but why would it recover too quickly? You're a tall guy but unless you've got more powers you haven't talked about, I'd think it's just a matter of enough alcohol to do the trick.

[She shrugs a bit.]

[leviathaned]

...Actually, about that...do you have a knife on you? Easier to show than tell.

[trifurcate]

Not with this dress, I don't.

[She looks around to see if there are any plates left to be cleared. Alas, there doesn't seem to be anything.]

Can't just tell me?

[leviathaned]

I can, but...it's kind of one of those things that's hard to explain.

[He thinks for a minute more, before pulling the moisture of the air, forming a long, gleaming-sharp spike of ice in the palm of his left hand.]

Augh, this'll do. Keep to that side of the couch, I don't want to drip on that dress.

[Not that he gives her another moment to question, before he turns over his right hand and drives the spike straight through the back of it without even flinching. And then he lets the spike dissolve in a rush of water that is now puddled on the floor with his blood as the wound rapidly begins to knit closed. All told, it heals completely in less than a minute.]

[trifurcate]

[Bryn lets out a shocked noise when he drives the spike through his hand. She'd expected a cut, maybe, but driving it through his hand? Watching him heal with eyes wide, then up at his face, she exclaims:]

Wasn't that a bit over-kill? Are you okay? You could have just told me you could heal rapidly you didn't have to--

[She breaks off, checking to see if he's dripping blood on the fabric of the couch.]

[leviathaned]

Most people don't even believe me without a demonstration--I'm not dripping on the couch!

[SERIOUSLY BRYN YOUR PRIORITIES.]

But, seriously. There's 'heals rapidly' and 'I could probably reattach my own head if someone kept my heart beating long enough', this makes my point.

[And with wave of his hand, he pulls the puddle off the floor into a ball, which he lets just...float there until he figure out where to put it. Maybe in a potted plant?]

[trifurcate]

[Bryn gives him a look because okay, he was already healing and had done it to himself so clearly that wasn't a major concern. She is entitled to be concerned about the couch in her new bar when someone seems to know what they are doing when recklessly hurting themselves.]

So because you heal that fast you can't get drunk? Okay. Sure. But seriously, you might want to think again before doing that. I mean, deities, Sei, I would have believed you. Don't do that again, you hear me?

[And don't drip blood on her couch or she will stick a sword through you. Especially now that she knows it won't kill you, Sei.]

[leviathaned]

I hear you just fine, boss.

[He rolls his eyes, and then...looks at his floating bubble of blood and water.]

...Hm. Well, that'll work.

[He breathes out in a cold mist and it solidifies, not much bigger than a cueball and solid in his hands.]

[trifurcate]

[She watches him with his bubble of melted ice and blood, watches him breathe out the cold mist and just stares at him.

Then she lifts the mouthpiece of the hookah to her lips again, breathes in the smoke, and exhales in a huff.]

Just what are you? Or who? Whichever applies.

[leviathaned]

...[He considers not answering for a long moment, rolling the ball between his hands, and sighs. For once, he doesn't look at her when he speaks.]

The short version...is my official title is the End of Days. I don't suppose at any point one of your gods rebelled against the others and started a war, did they? It'd make this easier to explain.

[trifurcate]

[Well that sounds sufficiently obscure. Still, she finds herself nodding tiredly.]

Sort of. The Twelve I've mentioned before? They're the only deities who weren't killed in a war against each other, before they came to us.

[It's a long story.]

But what does that have to do with it?

[leviathaned]

Well, where I'm from, there's one person responsible for starting the whole thing. That rebel, that'd be my father. He's about as much of an asshole as he sounds like, for the record.

[trifurcate]

[Bryn reaches up and rubs her forehead. She's more than a little weary after the whole event and finding it getting difficult to focus.]

So what, he's the start and you're the end?

[leviathaned]

He's the Rebel who started the War. I'm the one who's supposed to end it and the world with it, but...Well. I never got much of a say who I was supposed to be, but I don't particularly feel like ending anything.

[He shrugs. Well, the friendliness was nice while it lasted.] It's not like I've ever owed my father anything, much less the apocalypse.

[trifurcate]

[She shakes her head, frowning. Another damned deity not treating their children as they should. Maybe this is why the ones of her world never procreate, because no good can come of it.]

So you're...what did they call it, a demigod? With fate riding you hard?

[leviathaned]

I think 'demigod' only applies to the children of the divine, which he isn't...more of an infernal-type thing. [He knows there are other differences. Demigods are forseen. Demigods aren't the crux of the apocalypse, not usually. Demigods aren't beings the entire Host wants to kill on sight.

He could point out all of this, but he doesn't, just shrugs.] But close enough. Fate can kiss my ass.