You try to figure out what's up with the homeless man, but you're too drunk to figure anything out beyond your glass of drink. What you'd need right now is a good healing potion dabbed on the liver... A healing spell will have to do, though, since you don't want to rip out your liver.
You suddenly realize that between you noticing him and the current moment, you zoned out thinking about livers and self harm, and the hobo is drinking some kind of ale or beer... Light, almost orange in his glass. Curiously, the more he drinks, the calmer and cooler he seems to get, as though the... Ale... Is restoring his mind and body after a long time of misuse. It occurs to you that you want a sip of something like that.
"What is that you're drinking??" Your words come out in a drunken slur, barely comprehensible, but you're way too drunk to care.
"Oh, this?" He grins at you, his demeanor now resembling a classy sophisticate instead of a rowdy homeless person. Even his ragged clothes seem much cleaner and more elegant, somehow.
"This is what I like to call, 'the good stuff.' Where I come from, we call it Phoenix Wave. I don't always drink it, but when I do, I prefer to be in the presence of a beautiful lady like yourself." He raises his glass to you, downing another portion of his drink and becoming more radiant by the moment. He's nearly glowing at this point.
As you are about to ask the bartender for the same drink, you notice all of the other patrons suddenly leaving the bar, along with the waiter. As drunk as you are, you're coherent enough to realize that something is amiss...
A pair of shady characters soon enter the bar, looking around with a certain aura of unspoken authority.
"We're closing early today." The bartender suddenly remarks to you upon seeing the two newcomers, his eyes intently focused on them.
The newcomers spot the "hobo" and approach him, making a brief moment of intense eye-contact with the bartender, who seems to stiffen up further.
The "hobo" soon notices the presence of the newcomers, as well as the fact that the rest of the bar is empty.
He glances mindfully at the shady men standing close by, their trench-coats and dark statures towering over him.
"Ehem. Gentlemen. Can I help you?" The hobo says calmly.
The two men glance at each other, then back at the hobo. One of them finally speaks, his voice casual yet inquisitive.
"We're looking for someone by the name of Evening Tiger. Wouldn't happen to know who that is, would you?" The hobo takes another sip from his drink, shrugging at the question.
"Can't say I do. What kind of name is that, anyway? Sounds like someone from the mountain monasteries." The inquisitor slouches over the bar counter next to the hobo, the red glow of his cigar lighting up as he inhales. He then slowly exhales the smoke, the hazy fumes filling the bar area.
"Word is he's in this area, wearing rags. Kind of like those you're wearing." The shady inquisitor says calmly, studying the hobo.
"Rags, huh? And to think they were going out of fashion..." The "hobo" takes another sip from his drink.
The inquisitor continues to study the hobo for a few moments before turning his attention to you.
"Ah, where are my manners? I did not notice this lovely, delicate creature sitting so close by!" The inquisitor interjects himself between you and the hobo.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm called Mr. Bones, and my associate here is Mr. Clips. We're uh, detectives, and we're looking for a bad man who goes by the name of Evening Tiger. Surely someone as fair as yourself would have no ties with such a depraved criminal, but just a word of warning, lovely miss, not to get tangled with ill company..." He looks over at the hobo.
"...for that would not be pleasant, for any and all involved..." After a bit of a pause, he turns back to you with a smile.
"Just a friendly word of advice." You shruggingly nod, not entirely sure what he's talking about. You turn to glance at the inquisitor's associate, Mr. Clips, who is standing silently behind everyone else, his hands burried in the pockets of his dark trench coat. He turns his head slightly as he notices your glance, his eyes still concealed under the darkness of his broad-brimmed hat.
Things are getting a little uncomfortable, but perhaps you're still too drunk to think much of it.
Jess Bluethorn
Health: Excellent, Drunk
Equipment:
- Master Wizard's Hat
- Master Wizard's Robes
- Silken Shoes
Inventory:
- 120 Gold
- Master Wizard's Wand
- Bumbleton Arcane University Teacher's ID
- Finer Tastes Cult Insignia
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Topic: One World (ISG/SG) (Read 24355 times)