4I Falcon
Mar 8, 2005, 06:54 PM
Yes. Another WT story that will probably die before it hits ten replies. Go myself.
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The War Tavern, which had gone without a single visitor for a little more than a week, looked almost in a subliminal state of dilapidation from the outside, even though its outward appearance had changed very little, if at all. There was neither light nor sound from within, as the barkeeper, Ducky, had elected to take a quick nap that had somehow escalated into a short hibernation of sorts. Against the night sky, it almost looked like a stereotypical house, one that a five-year-old would draw.
There were voices outside the Tavern, though, despite that it was closed. The lock clicked quietly, and the door, though not without a squeak of protest on the part of the hinges, swung open slowly, revealing two figures outside.
"Are you sure we're allowed to be doing this, Jack?" one of them said.
"Relax, Jay. CT gave me a key, remember? If she didn't trust me not to be in the Tavern, she wouldn't have given it to me. Logic," Jack replied, "doesn't seem to befit you."
"Yes, well, neither does breaking and entering," Jay, more formally known as Jaycen Firefox, shot back.
"It's not breaking and entering if I have a key, you knob," Jack retorted. "Like I said, relax. Grab a beer or something."
Firefox chuckled. "Yeah. I'll be the drinker, and you'll be the drunk. Just like at CCU."
Jack laughed, as he flicked the lights on. "Just like old times, huh?"
"Yeah, just like old times," Firefox replied, grinning, as he stepped into the once-empty Tavern. "So I'll get myself an ale, and, what, an apple juice for you?"
"Oh, shut up, you. Just because I'm not a drinker doesn't mean I'm a baby. Get me a weak ale. And be quiet about it, you clumsy... you... stupid."
Firefox snickered, and put on a mock expression of indignance. "Oh no. I am a stupid. Whatever shall I do?"
With that, he took a short running start at the bar, and vaulted skilfully over it. However, upon landing on the floor on the other side, he slipped, and let out a strangled "yawoop!" as his feet flew out from under him. There was a loud thud, though thankfully no sounds of glass being shattered or any other such catastrophe, as his body hit the floor with some force.
It took all of Jack's self-restraint to keep himself from bursting out laughing. "Heehee... I said be quiet, you flippin' idiot!"
"Shut up! The floor's not supposed to be waxed back here!"
Jack covered his face in his hand, and shook his head, smiling in amused pity at his less-than-coordinated friend.
A few minutes later, thankfully with neither any more unexpected effects of the laws of gravity, nor with any similarly unexpected appearances of the irate barkeeper, Jack and Firefox were calmly drinking their respective beverages, with the latter gently massaging a small lump that had inexplicably appeared on the back of his head.
"So how's it going between you and Europa?" Jack asked, somewhat out of nowhere.
"Europa? Fine. It's a little weird, my being taken with a mercenary, but..."
Firefox paused, and glanced at Jack, with an impudent smirk on his face. "Right. Look who I'm talking to."
Jack rolled his eyes. "Hey, CT might be a mercenary, but she's got a good heart. Me and her are tighter than that novice Singe McFadden during a drill."
"Yeah, Sarge McFadden can be a tightwad sometimes..." Firefox agreed, half to nobody in particular. "Anyway, why do you ask? About Europa, I mean?"
"Oh, no reason. Just that Funk said to me that if she tells him about anything going wrong between you and her, he's coming after you with a vengeance."
Firefox almost choked halfway through a drought of his ale. "What? Are you serious? Funk told you that?"
Jack snickered. "Of course I'm not serious, you dork. He said it's good to have her worrying about someone other than him for a change."
Firefox raised an eyebrow, skeptically. "Are you serious this time?"
Jack smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know. Maybe I was serious about the first one."
Firefox was about to issue a reply when a streak of light passed by the window outside. It was not instantaneous, like lightning, but rather more like a comet; however, like lightning, it was followed by a thundrous boom.
"Holy crap! What was that?"
Jack's glass came down upon the bar with a clunk. "I don't know. You want to go see what it is, instead of just asking pointless questions about it? We're supposed to be bold adventurers, brave soldiers of the Royal Order, not drunken morons, remember."
"At least I'm the only one getting drunk. You're just sitting there drinking your non-alcoholic beverages like the... the... non-alcoholic beverage drinker you are."
"Asking pointless questions and making pointlessly pseudo-offensive comments."
"Yes, yes, whatever. Let's go see what that thingy is."
Add stuff at will.
The War Tavern, which had gone without a single visitor for a little more than a week, looked almost in a subliminal state of dilapidation from the outside, even though its outward appearance had changed very little, if at all. There was neither light nor sound from within, as the barkeeper, Ducky, had elected to take a quick nap that had somehow escalated into a short hibernation of sorts. Against the night sky, it almost looked like a stereotypical house, one that a five-year-old would draw.
There were voices outside the Tavern, though, despite that it was closed. The lock clicked quietly, and the door, though not without a squeak of protest on the part of the hinges, swung open slowly, revealing two figures outside.
"Are you sure we're allowed to be doing this, Jack?" one of them said.
"Relax, Jay. CT gave me a key, remember? If she didn't trust me not to be in the Tavern, she wouldn't have given it to me. Logic," Jack replied, "doesn't seem to befit you."
"Yes, well, neither does breaking and entering," Jay, more formally known as Jaycen Firefox, shot back.
"It's not breaking and entering if I have a key, you knob," Jack retorted. "Like I said, relax. Grab a beer or something."
Firefox chuckled. "Yeah. I'll be the drinker, and you'll be the drunk. Just like at CCU."
Jack laughed, as he flicked the lights on. "Just like old times, huh?"
"Yeah, just like old times," Firefox replied, grinning, as he stepped into the once-empty Tavern. "So I'll get myself an ale, and, what, an apple juice for you?"
"Oh, shut up, you. Just because I'm not a drinker doesn't mean I'm a baby. Get me a weak ale. And be quiet about it, you clumsy... you... stupid."
Firefox snickered, and put on a mock expression of indignance. "Oh no. I am a stupid. Whatever shall I do?"
With that, he took a short running start at the bar, and vaulted skilfully over it. However, upon landing on the floor on the other side, he slipped, and let out a strangled "yawoop!" as his feet flew out from under him. There was a loud thud, though thankfully no sounds of glass being shattered or any other such catastrophe, as his body hit the floor with some force.
It took all of Jack's self-restraint to keep himself from bursting out laughing. "Heehee... I said be quiet, you flippin' idiot!"
"Shut up! The floor's not supposed to be waxed back here!"
Jack covered his face in his hand, and shook his head, smiling in amused pity at his less-than-coordinated friend.
A few minutes later, thankfully with neither any more unexpected effects of the laws of gravity, nor with any similarly unexpected appearances of the irate barkeeper, Jack and Firefox were calmly drinking their respective beverages, with the latter gently massaging a small lump that had inexplicably appeared on the back of his head.
"So how's it going between you and Europa?" Jack asked, somewhat out of nowhere.
"Europa? Fine. It's a little weird, my being taken with a mercenary, but..."
Firefox paused, and glanced at Jack, with an impudent smirk on his face. "Right. Look who I'm talking to."
Jack rolled his eyes. "Hey, CT might be a mercenary, but she's got a good heart. Me and her are tighter than that novice Singe McFadden during a drill."
"Yeah, Sarge McFadden can be a tightwad sometimes..." Firefox agreed, half to nobody in particular. "Anyway, why do you ask? About Europa, I mean?"
"Oh, no reason. Just that Funk said to me that if she tells him about anything going wrong between you and her, he's coming after you with a vengeance."
Firefox almost choked halfway through a drought of his ale. "What? Are you serious? Funk told you that?"
Jack snickered. "Of course I'm not serious, you dork. He said it's good to have her worrying about someone other than him for a change."
Firefox raised an eyebrow, skeptically. "Are you serious this time?"
Jack smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know. Maybe I was serious about the first one."
Firefox was about to issue a reply when a streak of light passed by the window outside. It was not instantaneous, like lightning, but rather more like a comet; however, like lightning, it was followed by a thundrous boom.
"Holy crap! What was that?"
Jack's glass came down upon the bar with a clunk. "I don't know. You want to go see what it is, instead of just asking pointless questions about it? We're supposed to be bold adventurers, brave soldiers of the Royal Order, not drunken morons, remember."
"At least I'm the only one getting drunk. You're just sitting there drinking your non-alcoholic beverages like the... the... non-alcoholic beverage drinker you are."
"Asking pointless questions and making pointlessly pseudo-offensive comments."
"Yes, yes, whatever. Let's go see what that thingy is."