Angel Dust (
harderdaddy) wrote in
revivalproject2024-07-08 04:08 pm
Sorry, you're stuck with me, bitch
Who: Angel Dust, OTA
What: Arrival/Drinking
Where: Fountain/Deep End
When: Early-Mid Month
Warnings: TBD, Strong Language, Addiction
Arrival
There ain't no way it's possible, but this sure as shit doesn't look like Hell. Angel tries touching that creepy orb thing again, and even tries askin' it questions, but it's a fucking floating ball, he wasn't expecting a whole lot.
So it's down to you- poor fellow netizen of this place- assuming the sight of the furry sinner's approach doesn't scare you away.
"Holy shit," he murmurs, staring at you in disbelief, "Are you ALIVE?" Is this a real living, breathing person and not a soul???
The Deep End
"Oh thank fuck," Angel sighs, dropping onto a stool by the bar, grateful to have found a place to stop that building headache. And whether it's your job or not, hot-stuff, you have just been designated bartender.
"What's the strongest shit you got in this place?" he asks with a flirtatious grin.
What: Arrival/Drinking
Where: Fountain/Deep End
When: Early-Mid Month
Warnings: TBD, Strong Language, Addiction
Arrival
There ain't no way it's possible, but this sure as shit doesn't look like Hell. Angel tries touching that creepy orb thing again, and even tries askin' it questions, but it's a fucking floating ball, he wasn't expecting a whole lot.
So it's down to you- poor fellow netizen of this place- assuming the sight of the furry sinner's approach doesn't scare you away.
"Holy shit," he murmurs, staring at you in disbelief, "Are you ALIVE?" Is this a real living, breathing person and not a soul???
The Deep End
"Oh thank fuck," Angel sighs, dropping onto a stool by the bar, grateful to have found a place to stop that building headache. And whether it's your job or not, hot-stuff, you have just been designated bartender.
"What's the strongest shit you got in this place?" he asks with a flirtatious grin.

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"Keith," he said. He switched the sword to his left hand, the blade deactivating in a flash of light that left the weapon back down to its odd H-like shape, and then shook the offered hand.
It was fine. He could calm down.
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"Great, good ta meet ya, Keith. Where's the best place ta wasted in this shithole, hmm?"
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"Probably the bar by the giant lake," he said. "It's called The Deep End." Keith pointed in the general direction of said bar, run by Cayde-6. There were some large towers visible in the distance over that way. "It's in those towers. The lake kind of flooded the bottom floors, but the bar is about mid-way up, above the water line."
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He rocked up on his toes to get the best view, but at 8ft he's all ready got a pretty good vantage. "You old enough ta drink?"
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It also felt rude to ask about it.
"I think it's more of a flood plain that never drained, but it's got things living in it now. So, it's... a lake."
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"How long a walk would ya guess it is?" The sooner the better.
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"From here?" Keith shrugged. "Not super far." Then again, Keith was visibly athletic. This wasn't a guy who minded walking. Or jogging. Or running. Or fighting...
"I could show you the way, I guess." They had more than just alcohol, too, so it wasn't like Keith didn't go there anyway, not that he was a teetotaler or something.
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"Yeah?" He brightens and gives an easy nod. That'll be a hell of a lot easier than wandering in a general direction by himself. "I'll buy ya a drink or whatever for your trouble," he promises. No, he doesn't have any money, but he has his ways. Not that he'll need them once they get there.
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"It's fine... there's no currency anyway right now," he said. Mostly, people were just being nice and bartering favors. It was a small enough population that it still worked. But, Keith turned, giving a tilt of his head for Angel to follow before starting off in that direction.