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 Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 9:03 am
((OOC Note: Your standard Rules, no godmoding unless your the 'game master' in here. GM's are the shop staff <3, It's meant to be a generic hang out for your punks to meet and mingle! Let's keep it PG-13 too <3 Oh yes! and please remember...there are only 4 dark corners, you can't -all- be in them ;3 It gets a little crowded, and that's what the spot lights are for *grin*)) Owned by This punk!:  Staff of Cogs!: (TBA) Welcome to Cogs, the floating Bar! Accessible only by airship but welcoming all Cogs is a mixing pool of everyone from those whom want to 'dabble with lower society' to those whom are, well...just up to no good. Fighting is prohibited, and you'll find yourself in the hands of the Staff if you cause too much fuss. Live music, sometimes dancers, sometimes a little burlesque, but nothing -too- questionable. At least not if anyone asks. So sidle up to the bar, have a drink, grab a table and put your feet up! First drink is always on the house.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 9:22 am
((Am I allowed to join? Qliphs cert )) Qliph loved sitting at the bar stools. He could turn one way and see all the pretty ladies in the bar, and turn around for another drink. But today, he sat alone at a table. He was angry. A part from his repair shop was stolen. 'The girl wants it back by tomorrow.. but that part takes three days to come in!' he thought shallowly, taking another gulp from his drink "I'm screweeeeed!" he said silently, thrusting his head onto the table. "Ow..." He reached for another drink.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 8:56 pm
This wasn’t the place for him and he knew it the moment he entered the bar, but it was all down to personal stubbornness that he wouldn’t allow himself to ask for direction to the nearest café. He was very comfortable with knowing where he was at all times and what direction everything was to admit that he was lost on this floating airship. It wasn’t without saying that he didn’t have a map on him (He always did), but the one he bought for the visit had decided it would much rather become a kite when he opened it on the streets and instead of finding out where he could go for a safe and respectable drink, he was left on the streets watching the map float off into the clouds with a final wave of it’s frayed corners.
It was why he was here. The moment he walked in, he was too far into the door to politely turn around and leave. He was just about to say a ‘pardon, wrong place’ when the bartender glared at him and cut off his vocal chords. Meekly, he sank into a seat by the wall, taking moments to look at the bartender and, when he was not looking, use his handkerchief to wipe a water spot from his glass before he felt it was safe to take a sip of his drink (Which was suppose to be tea but looked like water-downed coffee and tasted like indigestion).
He cast his eyes out around him and wondered if the bar would have been better off with better lighting to perk up the place or worse off by the fact you’d be able to see more of the customers and the general worn look more clearly. His eyes caught a look of a dancer who was entranced on the stage, twisting in a lethargic routine that made him slouch in his seat and hunch over his drink, ears down and tail tucked in. His mother would be ashamed to think he was in a place like this. He could hear her lecture and her mourning on how she had raised him better than to be grow up to be some sort of hooligan who drank bad tea in bars and glance at dancers.
Frowning, he reached for some sugar to salvage his drink back to the borders of just-about-drinkable and planned to leave after his short rest. Traveling always worn him out.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 10:22 pm
(I'm rusty at writing right now *artist block* and rusty at forum roleplaying in general, Before hand apologies razz )
Qliph finished his third drink, hoping the intoxication of all of them would cheer him up. He needed it. But alas, the beer was not working. The thought of not finishing something for a customer implanted itself into his mind. It wouldn't get washed away easily by drinking three, or thirty three, drinks.
He picked his head off the table and left a tip on the old worn out thing. He turned around in his chair and started to leave - but not without looking at the erotic dancer on the stage, and a boy. He sat near the wall. Qliph thought he looked lonely, out of place, and a little young to be in a place like this.
The man did an unstable walk towards him (he got tipsy quite easy) and leaned against the table. "What's a boy like you doin' in a place like this?", he asked, with slightly slurred words, "What would your mother think... Bein' at a place like this?" Uninvitedly, he sat in the vacant chair at the other side of the table.
(((Edit: Pssh. Wow. I remember when I used to write novel like Replies in an old RP site I was in. My posts usually had paragraphs upon paragraphs of writing... Stupid artists block...
By the way how old is he?)))
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 6:30 pm
Anthony had been looking at the murky depths of his tea, thinking of how much he wished for some saffron cream, when he noticed the table jiggle as someone bumped into it. There was a feeling of another personal space nearing another and he looked up from his chipped cup to a rugged looking Koshka brunette. The man was patched, nipped in a feathers, and had a bit of grim on his cheeks and frayed clothes. He was clearly not an aristocrat, but it wasn’t like Anthony was expecting high society to frequent a place like this (not that he would ever say he didn’t think lowly of those who had to work hard for a living. Brother’s in arms and all that). Judgments settled quickly, but he pushed them back as best he could to only let ‘deductions’ come in. It wasn’t polite to judge. Well, the clothes suggested a hard job, the little frays and stains suggested a very hard working job involving elbow grease, and the slurred words and lopsided smile suggested one that worked you hard enough to make you want to drink hard after the end of the day.
The smell of alcohol made Anthony lean back into his chair. He was unusually sensitive to scent and he resisted the urge to grab his handkerchief and bring it to his nose. Instead, he gave a very weak and forced smile. “Oh, I suppose not, but I guess what mother’s don’t know don’t hurt them.” He said, feeling slightly guilty. Thing was, his mother had an unusual habit of knowing everything. Gossipers usually did.
He felt himself a bit quick for his rebuttal, but pulled his mind for a reason to leave. He didn’t want to be rude, but he didn’t want to be in the presence of intoxication that could lead to the type of sudden bar brawls that he often heard of happening from coworkers who had gruff friends. The idea of having the cops come and explaining the story of why he was at a place like this and in a fight wasn’t something he felt would improve his image (that image being physical, because any fight would result in him having a destroyed face). Not only that, but drunks often mistook him for a girl. Luckily, the man said his gender correctly, though the age thing made his ears drop.
“I’m also old enough to be in this establishment, sir.” He corrected, not wanting to argue, but wanting to defend his age. He had lived it and thought he deserved the credit.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 8:12 pm
((( I remember when I used to write that much detail...)))
" I guess so," He replied at the comment of mothers. "But sometimes it can. Emotionally and mentally I guess.." He leaned back in the old wooden chair, his weight on the back making it creak quite loudly. He was not a heavy man, and quite short for a man of his age (only being five foot four), but the chair's creak seemed a little exaggerated.
He placed a grease splattered arm on the table, and tapped his fingers on the wood. When the boy replied that he was old enough to be in such a place, Qliph smiled and leaned over the table. He placed his other arm down as well, and the previously table laid arm was balancing on a hand.
"Really, now! You don't look a day over sixteen!" he somewhat shouted, making near by people look back.
(sorry, that was an awful paragraph. *critical of self* I guess I USED to be an advanced writer. Then it went down the drain this year at school..)
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 8:38 pm
((Don't be so hard on yourself. I'm having fun rping with you. X3))
The white-tipped Koshka gripped his teacup and the tiny, cracked saucer it came with as the table creaked and leaned towards the other man. Holding it in place, he looked up and watched as the table slanted and groaned under the weight. It had already been a bit unsteady though the peg of wood under it was holding it slightly steady. However, even a bit of wood wasn’t able to keep it from leaning that much.
Anthony didn’t really know what to make of this man and what his intentions were, but he seemed to be friendly enough and not too threatening. At least he wasn’t asking for a fight or his address….at least he hoped not. Thinking himself lucky, he assumed that he just wanted someone to talk to. Places like this seemed to be a haven for those that were down on their luck or lonely and this man certainly seemed a bit tipsy. Maybe drinking his sorrows away? If so, Anthony thought it was a moral duty to keep him from drinking more and to be a good Samaritan by providing him company.
However, he felt his tail bristle at the guessimation of his age. “Really?” he said, deflated by this news. He knew some people thought he looked young, but sixteen?! “I see. I thought I looked just a bit older.” He said, casting his eyes out to the customers who had been alerted by the loud proclamation of his false age. He sank in his seat and glanced over to the bartender, who seemed to be nervous at the threat of having someone young at his establishment. He was okay if they had money and if no one else cared, but if his customers started to get angry at having him here, he would have to do something. Even shady bars had to keep some semblance of respect.
Mood lowered and a bit nervous about being asked to leave, he looked back at the man. “I’m actually 22.” He said, pursing his lips. So much for looking older. Maybe he should take his coworkers advice and grow some stubble…well, he could at least try.
Looking up, he straightened up and shot his hand out. “Where are my manners? Anthony Pulsipher. A pleasure to met you.” Sure, his mother would be ashamed to see him here, but at least he could gain some dignity back by having manners.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 8:53 pm
(((Qliph: Who Said I wasn't going to ask for your address ;D) I love reading your writing ;-; ))
As well, Qliph took a glance at the bar tender and gave her an "I'm sorry.." sort of sheepish grin. He noticed the boy..man.. was a little nervous, now that he gained some attention with his voice's volume. Oops.
The brunette glided his hand across the table and shook the others' hand, accidentally smearing a little grease onto it. Qliph made another sheepish "I'm Sorry" look.
"I'm Qliph Verchet. I'm a mechanic, Repairs man, and I make stuff if I bored or if someone asks," He set his arms back on the table, and flicked his bandaged tail.
"Twenty two, eh?" he responded, putting both elbows on the table and putting his hands on his cheeks to hold his head up. "Dang. I'm twenty one... " his gaze shifted a little, his courage usually dropped around older people. He was used to dealing with people younger than him; ten or so. "I guess I thought you were so young 'cuz I play with a lotta' kids. When they go to school, I work in my shop, making gadgets people request of me, or fix something... then they come to my shop afterward and I play and then them kids go home when their mothers call." he explained, his explanation having a hint of loneliness and sadness hidden within the words.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 9:07 pm
((I like reading your posts too. -Thanks.
I like Qliph's speech.))
Anthony smiled and gave a quick ‘Nice to met you’ after their introduction. As his hand returned, he slipped it under the table and discreetly cleaned it off with his handkerchief, somewhat disappointed that he hadn’t managed to keep the white, lace-lined fabric clean and would have to wash it when he got home.
He didn’t know what to make of the explanation about kids. Did….he think he acted like a kid? He wondered if he should ask, but the man seemed to be troubled after talking about his short visitations with children.
“I take it you are not married?” He asked, guessing that he would have loved kids if he had some of his own, else he wouldn’t be pinning to play with others. It was a personal question, he knew, but curiosity and cats, and all those clique things that would typically get him punched if he said that phrase in the presence of other Koshka. Still, Anthony felt a bit more courage at meeting someone younger who seemed a bit saddened by it. Yes, he admitted it was a selfish and mean thought and inwardly scolded himself for it, but it wasn’t everyday he met someone younger than him who knew he was older. At least living on this planet each day paid off for something. Why not cash it in once in a while?
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 9:22 pm
((((Lol. I'm gonna try to make his words more like how I hear it in my head ))
Qliph shook his head and stopped leaning on his hands. "Naw, I ain't married. There ain't no one round here that actually respects me cept' for the kids. I don't mind if they're male or female, but I just can't find no one I like. They all.. wrinkle their noses when I tell them my job, and often make rude comments on how I dress and look... I try to keep clean. It's hard when your out in the sun all day working with grease and stuff..."
With a flick on his hand, he called a waiter over to give him a fine, full, cold, glass of beer. Indeed, he was quite a lonely man.
When the beer arrived, he just stared at it for a time. Then, his ears perked an
"Ah! Who am I kidding! Loves over rated! Besides, It would probly just get in my way!" He bellowed out a hardy laugh. " I love workin', though. Someday, when I get enough cash, I wanna learn ta fly. I'd fly all over the place! Even to Balyk territory. Love to see them fishie people." He looked down at his large glass, with quite a good amount of liquid left. His gaze went back to semi-serious. "If I did fly, maybe my chances of findin' love will heighten, too. but then.. who would take care of them kids?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 9:53 pm
The conversation was a very fast and quick rollercoaster of reactions for him. When he usually talked in gentlemen clubs, the ones he was allowed in, or with customers, they usually spoke in one general area and didn’t stray to quickly or far at all. Most where very proper in only addressing the universal topics that were always approved of from generations back and, coincidently, had the usual same answers since before the dawn of civil time. These topics where usually weather, how someone’s day went (always unexciting though with the a worker’s satisfaction), and how was the family (though never expecting a very personal or intense reply). All could be answered with a ‘fine’ and that was what was usually expected to maintain good relations and satisfy the other. It was routine and he happened to have grown use to it.
Qliph seemed to have misplaced the memo or never received it, because he had his own world on his shoulders and felt no restrictions with sharing his opinions on all matters of life, a shocker to any properly raised individual that both made Anthony shuffle in his seat and look with a sort of awed fascination. You didn’t meet ‘rustic’ people often.
Still, the conversation! He squirmed at any topic regarding the forbidden area of ‘sex’ and was quite content to only talk about the fact that women and men married and had kids. The process was left as common knowledge that should not be common to speak of. Outside of the box thinking like same sex couples was something that he knew he was obligated to blush at and frown upon. He only divulged in the first. It wasn’t his place to shake his head on what people choose and he wasn’t in any position to make judgments, considering his own considerings.
As the waiter came to deliver a drink at last, Anthony changed his mind and set his teacup aside. It probably would be more sanitary to drink than to risk the tea and instead of preventing Qliph from drinking further as he intended, he felt inclined to prove his age. He raised a slender claw-tipped finger and asked for a drink. He asked if they had a Chateau Lafitte, but found that they only had a undated Beaujolais. Well, he was already dropping his standards, so he conceded with the poor wine and continued listening, giving an automatic laugh when the mechanic brushed off his love life, or lack there of.
When the conversation turned to sailing, he looked at his muggy tea. “You shouldn’t think of finding love if you decide to sail. If you do, you should settle down immediately afterwords. Better to find love at home anyawys. Plenty of fine people right outside your own door.” He said, giving his own personal advice. His thoughts went back to family and he decided that he much rather liked talking about weather instead.
Somber, he looked at the mechanic and decided to push aside sailing. Anything but sailing. “Traveling isn’t as glamorous as people make it out to be. If anyone stepped out, they’d find it’s all a bother. I’ve been a mapmaker for several years now and all you learn is that a lot of people gossip too much about places. They don’t really know much about it in the end and if they did, they’d appreciate being home than any uncivilized territory.” They didn’t have cream for tea in other places.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 10:07 pm
(sorry for the roller coaster of talking....)
Qliph brought the cold glass to his lips and let out a "Really, now?" before drinking it. When he was satisfied with the intake, he set the glass down and licked his lips in a cat like manner. "All o that considered, I'd like to see every thing else at least just once. No matter what. Livin' here for the rest a' my life would be the most boring thing to do..."
He took another drink. " I'd talk about my parents, but I don't think that's very kind. Why not talk about yerself? you say you've been makin' maps, huh? I'm guessing you've traveled a lot, then." He pushed his glass aside. "What's your favourite place to visit, if you have traveled out and about, that is." He leaned on the old un sturdy table once again, pressing calloused fingered gently together.
After he finished that though, a loud crash of thunder, and a bright flash of lightening flashed in the distance. No rain, though. At least not yet.
Sighing, Qliph remarked, "Guess I ain't finish up that bike, today." He looked out the window. "S'been a while since we had a good, storm, though." He loved the smell of rain.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 10:42 pm
He hesitated as the conversation was diverted to him but was glad that the conversation was going to leave family out of the equation. Well, talking was like dancing and you needing two to tango. If you did it by yourself, you were both very sad and a bit crazy.
Licking his lips as he thought, he considered the question. “Well, Xorosho is very stunning. I once helped map out a small part they had in the city and while traveling there and back, I got to see a lot of the landscaping. It’s an amazing airship and I was given the opportunity to go see a small part of the ship that gave me a good glimpse down below. It was like seeing a living map from above, though the realism of being so high up makes you nauseous. I wasn’t use to the chance in pressure either.” He said, remembering how ill he felt and the slight headaches that had left him spending the rest of the days laying in bed face down into a pillow and eating very little. The entire time he was there assisting at that job, he had only been well for a handful of days. It had been a relief to get back to solid ground. He didn’t care so much to be submerged in Koshka culture when he looked very Mensh in the face.
“ Salig has very nice mountain landscaping, but it’s terribly cold. I wasn’t prepared for it, but they do sell the best jackets if you ever get the chance.” He said, glad for the very insulating Salig coat he had at home. If he weren’t so cozy during the winter wearing it, he would have sold it for the offers he received each winter. “..and Dunwich is amazing in it’s technology. It’s very stunning how far the Mensch have gone, if you can get past the very tight night communities.”
“Still, I’ve always like Eramus. I think it’s the most accepting and modern in thinking.” He nodded, smiling as he thought of his home on the island. “ Everywhere else is still very much divided and are only good to visit unless you find your community.” He let out a sigh at the thought. “We still have a ways to go.” Anthony could only hope their leaders would resolve the trouble soon. He wished every place were like Eramus. He wouldn’t know what to side with otherwise.
The waiter came with his drink just in time and he gave a sip, displeased with the wine but guessing it was better than anything. His eyes looked out the grimy window to the darkening sky outside that seemed to cover the streets in this altitude. “ I suppose no one is going to get anything done today. It looks like a bad one.” He said and hoped he would still be able to get a room at the Iron Kettle Inn.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 10:57 pm
"I've never seen snow..." He said, gazing up at the ceiling fans, spinning. They always reminded him of the rotors of an air ship. "I've flown once, when I was a kid. My Parents had an air ship, but they left be in this city and went off somewheres else. I don't know who they were." He lapped at the last little bit of golden drink left in the cup. "I remember the feeling of being so high. It felt so good. To be high and mighty. Looking down at everything was fascinating.. Very much like a detailed map.." He tried to remember it, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
He could remember faintly the call of the birds, waving, saying hi, and flying by. The air in the sky has a different feel, a different smell, than the air below. It was less polluted and easy to breathe if you were at the right altitude. He also remembered having a pet....
"I don't like the fact everything is divided. Other than the fact the Balyks can also live underwater, there's no real different from anyone..." With his finger, he circled the rim of the glass.
his eyes followed Anthony's gaze outside. It had started to rain.
"I heard the Inn was full... And the next town is quite some distance. Care to stay at my place? I've become attached to my ol' couch enough to give up the bed room. That is, if you accept. You are older than me. Staying in the company of someone younger might be weird. I'm used to it. Kids stay over every once in a while. But no one older had ventured into my house... S'pobably better than that run down ol' Inn anyway." He tried to say in the most welcoming of ways, trying not to sound like a stalker or rapist. He doubted he could take on someone like him, anyway. He got fidgety and nervous around older people. The old table between them helped with his confidence. The fact there was an obstacle between them made him forget about his nervousness around older, classier, people.
(((Pssh, Qliph won't do anything to him. He's a nice guy.)/// My posts seem to get bigger each time!))
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