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Post by Clouse or Dale on Jul 16, 2011 0:31:35 GMT -5
(make sure you designate if your in the no freehold area for changelings and such)
[description general warehouse there are the two sections the non-freehold that has the bar and a little chill area with a nice tv couple couches and armchairs. a garage door that opens up into this area. with cement floors and work lights.]
{the freehold is a little better it has couches and a fire place that is not always lit carpeted and a mini fridge in a mini kitchen.}
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Post by The Old One on Jul 17, 2011 18:22:39 GMT -5
i drop fliers for my club in there
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 17, 2011 18:46:03 GMT -5
The tall, middle aged man in full ragged leather garb: trenchcoat of of the latter sort with tan kakis, black vest over a maroon shirt and cowboy boots. He stood at the bar in the warehouse over by the seats, presumably near the wall. He nodded at Vision as he dropped off his fliers and and took a deep breath before sitting down. "I reckon' theres wont be much a'goin' on here. Goo' place to rest I guess." -Leatherman
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Post by Clouse or Dale on Jul 17, 2011 23:58:10 GMT -5
Dale comes walking out just as he sees vision leaving seeing his flyers set on a end table and the bar counter. Seeing as it is not a bar itself and its not public he seems a little out of place because of being used to the Crucidrink, but he figured that he couldn't just leave his property unattended all the time. So he goes over to where leatherman was leaning pulls a bar stool up.
Looks around all the lings if they were here are usually in the freehold. "So you have some interesting stories I bet Leatherman I have to ask how much do you know about the lucifer carnation thingys. I never have been much for details myself but since I have to lead my people now I might as well try to learn things."
After his question he sits there listening, but in the back of his mind he was think about that roast pig he brought back the other night and hannible's beer.
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 18, 2011 12:21:49 GMT -5
"What do I know, yah ask? Well I've been around for a fairly long time and I've seen much. But the incarnations of the deceiver himself? That's newer to me than what people may realize." He pulled out two cups and poured himself hard lemonade, since he was feeling like drinking light that night.
"Though I could tell you what I know of a few other sorts of crazy supernatural business. Not everything, but enough to make sure you're safe I suppose." He brought himself situated in the tenders chair, and sipped at the lemonade.
"Have you ever heard of..." ((He tells Dale about random monster types. You can now buy a specialty in occult for 'monsters' for 1 xp. This pertains to monsters that are non-venue specific, like, gargoyles and chupacobras, etc))
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Post by Clouse or Dale on Jul 18, 2011 15:17:44 GMT -5
hearing about the monsters was very interesting to him all these things he didn't know before. "thanks leatherman you are welcome to tend the bar or just hang out here anytime other people may have need of your wisdom. of course a few stories of old adventures never hurt some good monster killing action maybe some explosions. I'll keep the bar well stocked."
He gives him a little nod and puts the bar stool back as he walks away and gives a wave. "Well I have other business to take care of talk to you later and thanks again."
He walks into the freehold taking a glance around in there giving a nod if anyone is there then walks out into the hollow. Then straight into the auto shop where......(continued in auto shop www.crimsonarrowrp.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=larp&action=display&thread=36&page=2 )
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Post by Clouse or Dale on Jul 30, 2011 2:12:57 GMT -5
In the freehold area Dale is standing near the new changeling (I forgot her name Nicole's charter) who is siting on one of the couches near the corner of the room they seem to have just start a conversation. As dale says "So Nocternwind brought you back from a place that never ended and time didn't pass? Wow that is impressive."
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Post by Lord Seamus Mcfee on Jul 30, 2011 14:19:35 GMT -5
Hanniable pops out of smoke next to dale. "thats kind of like the place i came from L-O-L yeah it was called eternity...eternity" he says it slowly the lastt time as if it is mearly just a great memor]
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Post by sinoxide on Jul 30, 2011 15:42:50 GMT -5
a somewhat blank expression has settled upon her face and has yet to leave since you met her, something that didnt change over the long periods of time in this,"...Eternity," she would whisper as if the word required the lingering sense of contemplation.
Being secluded from people shes become a bit of a zombie in personality, which hopefully would change as time progresses to bring more and more lively people around her.
You would watch her orange eyes lightly look towards Hanniable as if there was a mutual entity in their on going lives as the lost.
She always has her Kusari Gama at hand, as if she would ever let it go, the chain and weight being the one that confined her during captivity in those years so long ago.
((best description of how she looks, Soi Fon from Bleach... only a single braid though, I'll be working on a picture soon))
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Post by Clouse or Dale on Jul 30, 2011 15:59:21 GMT -5
"If you have nothing else to say I would like to diffinately let you know you are welcome here along with the others to hang out and stay here if need be. if you need anything at all you can come to me or even Hannibal here after you could say of the free hold we are the senior members." after finish speaking he nods his head and goes over to a chair that he has designated his it is near the doors to the mechanic shop and hollow.
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 31, 2011 0:05:02 GMT -5
Jaspers is cuddling into a couch near the fireplace in the freehold with his giant tome.
Driftline and Celawing sit at a table, Cela with her ear-buds in playing cards with the former, who in her cold and snowy eminence plays sharp and cautious. They are currently betting with poker chips.
The Leatherman doesn't seem to be present at the bar.
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Sept 15, 2011 20:43:15 GMT -5
<Entering Jack Noir, Fairest Telluric.>
The tall, almost lank man walked into the freehold commonroom with his Autumn Crown in tow above his fedora. The hat in question was longer than the average fedora, with a purple stripe around it's black inner-frame. The hat covered locks of red-purple-blue quasar stuff in the shape of hair; as if made from the colors of other galaxies. His skin followed suit, every inch looked like it was space in the sky on a clear moonlit night.
Indeed should he ever be bare- a large full moon shines upon his left side, reaching towards his middle back from the left. He wore a fair suit, not too cheap but not too expensive. It's black and purple schema followed suit (hah) with his hat. He was adorned with black leather shoes, the tips steel-toed and gently pointed.
The man of such a description was the current, abrupt King of this freehold. He had taken the title when seeing it fairly bare- no one else interested with taking up the mantle. If there another Autumn courtier more suited (HAH) to the task, he'd be more than happy to undue his tie (LOL) with the Kingship to just be another Lost in the warehouse.
He sat upon a table with his metal cane sized for his frame, with a rubber outlining over the mithral silver metalic length; at his side. The head of the cane looked a'kin to a briarwolf's head, with a crystal moon tucked in it's mouth that glimmered gently when light came upon it. It never seemed to leave his side, or his shoulder for that matter.
He looked around the bare room, locating a bottle of whiskey on the table. It soon found a glass, and right after it was consumed. He took in a deep breath, knowing his job would be tough.
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