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Started August 05, 2018 by @PeaceWillWin-FearWillLose

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The scorpion tapped the glass with his stinger, pushing the glass along and sliding past Al slowly.

Thatcher was sat towards the back, his knee bouncing as he kept his hands folded on the table in front of him. He was staring at his bourbon with narrowed eyes, like he was trying to figure it out. He never understood the obsession of alcohol.

"Oh neat, a scorpion." Al said, reaching his hand out. He didn't care if the little arachnid stung him at all, as he was pretty exempt from poison and disease..

Once the cup is lifted, the scorpion transforms into Pallas, a full sized bug-human person, sitting on the bar awkwardly. He chirps.
“Oof, አዝናለሁ“

"Hmh?" Al muses. "You're an interesting one."

“ም ን ማ ለ ት ነ ው?” He snaps, pouting. He shifts so he isn’t on top of Al and crosses his arms. He proceeds to stagger over his language.

"It's alright pal, I get it" Al said telepathically, since it was a thing that could pass all language barriers.

The scorpion screeches and morphs back into a bug, stinging Al in a panic.

Al received his scotch from an otherwise confused bartender, taking a sip. If this was a supernatural scorpion, maybe it had stung him with different venom.

The scorpion becomes human again and sits on the bar, looking so very angry. He struggles with his language for a moment before speaking again.
“Don’t get into my brain.”

Cressida turns to Al. "You alright?"

"Yeah, alright." Al said, he took another drink and turning towards the other person.
"Those kinds of things, toxins, diseases, are all useless on me." He held up his glass. "Even this beverage has little effect.

“I just don’t want anything else in my brain…” the bug says, sitting down on a stool rather then on the bar.

"I get it." Al said, ordering another drink.

“But do you…” he says. His little antenna buzz.

"Yes." Al said, sipping his drink. He flipped out his phone.

The bug stares curiously.

Aspen pulls her hood up and walks into the bar

Cressida turns to the bartender. "Can I have a drink? I don't care what."

“Need a plain and simple fizzy water.” Aspen growled

“Fizzy water?” The bug asks, looking at Aspen.

Name: Meun (pronounced Mew-n)
Age: Looks about 22, is actually thousands of years old
Gender: Male
Species (your characters don't have to be human!): God of the night/dreams
Powers/Abilities: Able to control dreams/read minds, can create things out of stardust and clouds, able to wield a sort of bladed staff, able to calm people/creatures who are upset
Personality: Calm, generally sleepy, a bit on the sensitive side, laid back, always looking like he's about to doze off, a bit naïve, cries often, appears innocent but isn't really
Appearance: Pale skin with a warm undertone, dusting of freckles across his nose and cheeks, gold eyes, fluffy pale blue hair with dark blue space-like highlights and a bit of a starry patterning, space-themed ear piercings, a gold hoop around his lip, gold tongue piercing, button down with the sleeves rolled up over a dull blue sweater, simple gold choker, thin gold necklaces, blue jeans, beat-up converse, several bracelets, multiple abstract tattoos on the inside of his arms and on his back that shimmer a faint gold, circular gold glasses
Backstory: God of the night who's currently running from a war that's slowly forcing every god and goddess into it, really just wants people to stop viewing him as a weapon
Other (Hogwarts house, glasses or no, etc.): Loves warm drinks and rain, has a sort of "nightmare" form where his colors shift to a darker sunset tone and he becomes a bit on the violent side