[OPEN] LOOKIN FOR SOME TROUBLE 2NIGHT

[stonefaith]

Date & Time: 12/31 evening - 01/01 early morning NEW YEARS YEAAHHH
Location: ALL AROUND THE CITY WE'RE BARCRAWLIN BABY
Characters: Bariyan e Kodhi (stonefaith), Koltira Deathweaver (deadelfwalking), and YOU.
Summary: drunk undead men assault the island
Warnings: n/a except for zombie drunkards

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[ HERE ARE TWO UNDEAD MEN. IT IS NEW YEAR'S EVE, OR MAYBE IT'S BECOME NEW YEAR'S ALREADY. THEY ARE NOT SURE. THEY ARE BOTH EXTREMELY DRUNK.

They've been drinking their way through the city, bar to liquor store back to bar again, to any alcohol-selling establishment still open at this point in time, or gate crashing parties in search of booze. They are wandering all over the goddamn place. You might run into them entering a bar, or exiting it (possibly unwillingly, and possibly via the window in Bariyan's case). Maybe you turn a corner and walk smack into them. Maybe you hear them getting into a fight a few blocks ahead. MAYBE YOU GET INTO A FIGHT WITH THEM (NOT THE SUGGESTED COURSE OF ACTION).

Basically, Koltira and Bariyan are having a grand time of it and WOULD BE EXTREMELY PLEASED IF YOU JOINED IN. ]

Comments

[whatsupcroc]

( Holy okay that was someone just coming through the window! Collette is startled into laughing briefly -- and being concerned as hell. Um is it even safe to approach? )

Oh my god are you okay?

[stonefaith]

[ Oh well that was quite a throw. BUT ON ACCOUNT OF BEING NUMB TO ALL PAIN AND SENSATION, Bariyan just staggers to his feet and brushes himself off, scowling. Luckily, the window that he'd been tossed through had already been open, so there's no broken glass.

His reply to Collette's inquiry is groggy, absent-minded. ]

Yes, yes, I'm fine--

[ Then he starts to look around. He blinks at Collette, but quickly turns his attention elsewhere -- behind, then back to the bar. ]

Did anyone else come out after me? Or, er, before?

[ Where's Koltira. ]

[deadelfwalking]

[SOME GUY flies out the window after Bariyan and lands, flat on his ass, on the sidewalk. This random douchebag mutters some vague insult before he collapses and falls completely unconscious. Koltira stumbles out of the window after him, flexing his fingers.]

Ha. Perhaps in future he will mind his manners--[Oh, hey, it's Collette. UH. He pauses, and then steps forward, his steps uncertain and staggering.]

He's all right. He's just having a bit of a sleep. Assisted sleep. [HORRIBLE CHUCKLE.]

[encourage]

( Going to artfully step around the both of them as she comes around this corner. )

Pardon me.

( Except... Sakura squints. Hey. Hey, with that voice she'd been hearing moments before, it's possibly that guy. THAT ONE GUY. )

Mr. Deathweaver.

( Hey at least he's...........................

..........................................................................

................... She's got nothing except a wary eye and polite smile for both their intoxicated (or hoping to be intoxicated) selves. )

And company.

[deadelfwalking]

[Yeah, it's totally that guy. Unfortunately, he's too inebriated to quite remember who Sakura is, so he squints bemusedly at her and her use of his epithet.]

Have we met?

[stonefaith]

[ Bariyan's sitting on the curb, half-empty bottle clutched in one hand. He pauses mid-drink to eye Sakura, then Koltira.

Then he sets the bottle aside. ]

Well, seems like neither of us know who you are. [ shrug. ] What's your name, girl?

[healplz]

[ One thing that seems to never change, no matter the location: when there's a celebration with alcohol involved, people get hurt in ridiculous ways. Ashraf has healed some of the strangest things tonight, but he's just inebriated enough to take it in good humor. In fact, he'd even been willing to be a little proactive about it, and traverse the streets in search of anyone in need of help. And... possibly find a drink or two along the way. But of course this isn't partying, no, because he's still looking for people to heal.

The dynamic dead duo is not, however, what was on his list of things he'd expected to see. He pauses to see them come stumbling out of a bar, a smile already in place, and he leans against a streetlamp to watch. It's kind of nice to see these two depressing guys doing something other than mope, actually. Don't mind him if he plays audience a little. ]

[deadelfwalking]

[Koltira is rapidly approaching 'blind drunk' status as he barrels out into the street, one arm loosely around Bariyan's shoulders. He's making some remark about the patrons of the establishment they've just vacated (likely because they were less than politely asked to do so), leaning forward and grinning as he does so. He looks more at ease--and more alive--than he ever has.

He's also far too absorbed in the moment to immediately notice Ashraf's presence.]

[stonefaith]

[ So that leaves it up to Bariyan to notice the priest first. It still takes him a little time, as he's busy cursing out the patrons still in the bar behind him (that was totally his drink, never mind the fact that it'd been on someone else's table, he doesn't know how it got there, honest). But he shifts his own grip on Koltira's shoulder and turns back, and that's when he spots Ashraf.

Except he doesn't recognize him immediately. Instead, Bariyan pulls both of them to a halt to squint at Ashraf. Then he points at the other man. ]

You need something?

[seamend]

[ Leaving the clinic early due to the holiday turns out for some interesting occurrences.

Namely that there is some rowdy laughter coming from down the street and one of those voices just so happens to have an echo-y undeadness to it. So this mermaid promptly heads in the direction of-- A liquor store?

Oh. Oh wow. ]

...Koltira?

[deadelfwalking]

[Koltira grins widely upon seeing Aileen, bounding forward with a bottle of wine in each hand. One bottle is already open and half-done--a reasonable person might suspect that he popped the cork and got started straight after its purchase--and it's a miracle that nothing sloshes out as he bows low to the sidewalk, gesturing with a flourish of his hand.]

Ah, my lady. So wonderful to see you on this fine, fine evening. Eh, Bariyan? [he grins up at his companion.]

[moralperil]

[Mahdi has been drinking as well. His tolerance is about as low as can be imagined, and after a glass and a half of champagne he's wobbling about. He's sitting on the curb outside of a bar, trying to get the world to stop spinning. That's when he hears the clamor of two very drunk dead guys, and waves.]

Hey! It's - it's you two! Happy New Year!

[deadelfwalking]

[GOOD LORD is everyone he spoke to / viciously attacked during his blood frenzy out and about tonight? Koltira's joy curdles at the sight of Mahdi, and he slows his own unsteady walk as he and Bariyan approach. Addressing the half-full (and likely stolen) tumbler of scotch in his hand, he nods, muted.]

Aye, and to you, Mahdi. You look well.

[theguideless]

[yeah. yeah...

he's definitely not Darkov anymore.

Martin yawns, slowly trudging his way back toward the apartments, flexing cold fingers tucked inside his coat pockets. cold. sleepy. but...but not without a bit of an odd feeling. intuition? slight hunger?

or maybe prophesy, given a surging ruckus he's sure to witness around this corner:]

[deadelfwalking]

[Koltira's shouting something in Thalassian that roughly translates to 'son of a motherless ogre' as he and Bariyan are forced out of yet another bar. Why is everyone so crazily prejudiced against the undead lately? Couldn't have anything to do with the recent zombie invasion ...

He takes a swing at the guy nearest him, but the surge of the crowd is too much, and soon both he and Bariyan are unceremoniously shoved back onto the street. Koltira is about to turn and shrug the whole thing off, but then he spots a small, familiarly glowing figure coming up the sidewalk.

Oh no, oh no, no no no no. Koltira's felt ambivalent about many of their run-ins so far, but his response to seeing Martin is clear and immediate: get away. He glances back at the still incredibly hostile bar.]

I ... think I may have left my coin purse in there.

[Given the choice between a roomful of people who really don't want him around--and are probably keen to show it physically--and the child whose father-figure Koltira so recently battered to a pulp, Koltira is going to pick the former without hesitation. He moves to step back into the bar.]

i'm aiming for the "most serious tag" award this year vote for me

[fintastic]

[ What is Feferi even doing out this late at night? No one knows, something convenient enough that she's walking past one of the bars when her mom and dad her zombielusus and his gentleman friend two dead dudes are exiting. Convenient enough that she can stop and stare at them like a cow stares at an oncoming train-- that is to say, quite unimpressed. ]

What are you doing?

U GOT MY VOTE B')

[stonefaith]

[ Bariyan stumbles out of the bar -- this time because the bartender had him thrown out for refusing to pay for his drinks, though really, Bariyan is completely certain that he'd already paid, and he's just being taken advantage of. But upon exit, the first thing he sees is Feferi, which takes him by surprise. He comes to a halt. He stares back. ]

Ah, Feferi. I'm-- celebrating.

[ stare. blink. ]

What are you...?

[ He glances over his shoulder for Koltira, looking slightly panicky. ]

[charming_jerk]

[One of the two just accidentally ran into one (1) surly drunk half-demon when they turned the corner. He's clearly not happy.]

Hey! Hey, watch yer ass.

[stonefaith]

[ THAT WOULD BE BARIYAN, just blindly barreling headfirst into people like no one's business

He'd been holding onto a glass when he crashed into Johnny -- and he drops it upon collision. Bariyan immediately bounds back afterwards, blinking at Johnny. Where the hell did he come from? Why is the glass on the floor, and the remainder of his drink soaking into the pavement? Not cool.

Bariyan narrows his eyes and growls. ]

Was watching it.

[ He flexes his fingers, balls his hands into fists. GET PUMPED. ]

[boughtabookstore]

[ Ros is legitimately not drunk at this moment. Weird, right? Yeah, she thinks so too. It's just that she thinks being actually drunk on this night might be a bad idea, and she doesn't need to be. She's not really that unhappy, right now.

But that doesn't mean she's not ducking into one of her favorite bars for one quick drink, just to see how celebrating the New Year is going. Straight into a bar fight, it looks like, and she recognizes two of the participants.

She is so not getting banned from here to back them up, so for now she just sidles along to the bar and looks for the bartender. Maybe she can get her drink and her entertainment at the same time. ]

[stonefaith]

[ Pardon Bariyan for not noticing you right away, Ros-- he's kind of busy trying to lunge at THIS GUY over here, while THIS GUY is trying to glass him in the face, which makes for an interesting tangle when Bariyan finally manages to bowl him over. Luckily (for anyone who has to look at him for the remainder of the night), his opponent's broken bottle only scrapes him across the shoulder.

He's yelling, too, but hell if even he knows what he's going on about. And he's switched back to his mother tongue, so no one else gets to know what he's howling either.

Bariyan manages to break away just long enough to look up. He's looking for Koltira, but it's Ros he sees first, which distracts him. ]

Ros, are--

[ Oops. He gets tackled from behind and goes down again. ]

OKAY I FINALLY DECIDED

[combats]

[ It would have been very hard to stay cooped up inside on a night of celebration like this and as such, Jacquese hadn't been able to resist going outside. He didn't have anyone to go out with and it was sad, but he figured he could always find company wherever he ended up going.

Regardless of him being on his own though, he was quite cheerful. Getting drunk off of the atmosphere did that to you. He had a single spirit sphere rotating around him as a means of lighting his way through some of the darker alleys.

He was just coming out of one of those said alleys when he finds himself walking smack into someone. He hurriedly steps back, already holding his hands out and waving them apologetically before he even sees who he's walked into. ]

[stonefaith]

[ BARIYAN, ALWAYS GETTING IN EVERYONE'S WAY

He sputters in surprise, stepping back in turn, shoulders immediately tensing and hands balling into fists. He turns to Jacquese, anger flashing prematurely in his eyes -- but it fades upon seeing the spirit sphere. He's at the stage of drunkenness that makes him stupidly easy to distract. ]

What is...

[ Too distracted to finish that question, even. Instead Bariyan steps closer towards Jacquese, frowning, reaching out as if to try and grab the sphere. ]

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[flynninomite]

[ Well, Flynn's having a grand time of it as well and would love to join in, but unfortunately Koltira is a psychopath!! It's not very welcoming ok.

Either way, Flynn's drinking reasonably quietly in one of the bars, attempting to explain football to some poor asshole who hasn't got any idea what it is, when someone bumps into him from behind and makes him lose half his pint.

Which, actually, is a very normal occurrence in most of the pubs he's ever frequented, and the usual course of action is to devolve into trading off rounds with the guilty party, so he's not particularly angry when he turns around to call them out on it.

Until he recognizes Koltira and... well, some guy. He has no idea who the other one is. There's an awkward silence in which Flynn distinctly feels like he's on the wrong end of this "running into the bully in the cafeteria" scenario, and then a simple, mostly neutral- ]

Koltira.

[deadelfwalking]

[Flynn's very existence continues to offend Koltira on a daily basis, so he's not at all sorry about bumping into him. He leans over the counter beside Flynn, his good drunk feeling now mixed in with a very strong surge of rage. The ambivalence produces a manic expression, half-smile, half-grimace, and he keeps it fixed on Flynn as he reaches for the man's drink. He downs the rest of it in one go.]

Kim'jael. How fortuitous to see you.