XeresAce entered the Tavern.
The eerie silence that came with the entrance was making everyone feel uneasy.
They were staring at him in wonder - unable to comprehend what was about to happen.
Xeres slowly walked up to the bartender... Everyone was trying their best to grasp the situation...
Xeres...
Ordered some juice...
The eerie silence that came with the entrance was making everyone feel uneasy.
They were staring at him in wonder - unable to comprehend what was about to happen.
Xeres slowly walked up to the bartender... Everyone was trying their best to grasp the situation...
Xeres...
Ordered some juice...

Meanwhile, Razemage enters the building. He was a new janitor in there but was late.
"Why are you so late?" Asked the bartender
"I played too many games"
"As a punishment, you must fix the bathroom "
Razemage then took his equipment and went to the bathroom. Before he got in, the grenade exploded and he heard someone inside
OOC : can I take the idea to smitefire?
"Why are you so late?" Asked the bartender
"I played too many games"
"As a punishment, you must fix the bathroom "
Razemage then took his equipment and went to the bathroom. Before he got in, the grenade exploded and he heard someone inside
OOC : can I take the idea to smitefire?
OOC: Sure, Raze ^^
jhoijhoi frowned. She was going to say something, but suddenly time skipped ahead and her thoughts were not relevant to the current situation.
jhoijhoi frowned. She was going to say something, but suddenly time skipped ahead and her thoughts were not relevant to the current situation.
The crowd in the bar becomes silent as GMD enters the tavern, all know who he is but gaze instead of speaking. When he reaches the bar, the crowd continues to go about their business. GMD adresses the bartender:
"I expect my seat to be free."
"Of course it is."
"And the payment?"
"Please, we just had a major grenade explosion, I need the money for repairs."
"Was it your grenade? Because if it was, should I pay for your stupidity?"
"No, it was that guy over there." The bartender points at mastrer.
"I suppose it's your job to fix things."
"Anyway, give me my drink and we'll discuss matters later."
GMD takes place in his seat in the corner, takes a sip from his drink and lights a cigar whilst staring at the crowd.
"I expect my seat to be free."
"Of course it is."
"And the payment?"
"Please, we just had a major grenade explosion, I need the money for repairs."
"Was it your grenade? Because if it was, should I pay for your stupidity?"
"No, it was that guy over there." The bartender points at mastrer.
"I suppose it's your job to fix things."
"Anyway, give me my drink and we'll discuss matters later."
GMD takes place in his seat in the corner, takes a sip from his drink and lights a cigar whilst staring at the crowd.

The entire crowd is in shock, no one ever dared to speak to GMD like this - their eyes showing nothing but fear. GMD walks up to pheyniex and laughs in a condescending matter. Then he orders the bartender to bring Pheyniex a glass of Blue Label. "You've got quite some nerve, I like that. Although don't get too cocky, I'm sure our paths will cross in the future under more exciting circumstances." GMD says. Everyone looked intrigued and relieved at the same time, after all they could use a break after that grenade incident.

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