forum Supernatural RP Reboot (OPEN - PLEASE JOIN)

Started August 05, 2018 by @PeaceWillWin-FearWillLose

tune

(thanks, I just made him but I've been dying to use him in an rp. and yeah, his nightmare form is a bit interesting)

Meun stumbled into the bar, looking a tad more tired than usual. He slid into a seat at the end of the bar counter, letting his head rest on his arms as he folded them beneath his head

Cressida glanced at Meun. "Hi."

The bug waves softly, curious as he is to everyone. This isn’t his planet after all. He pokes him.

"Hello," Meun mumbled, turning to wave at her for a moment before turning to the bartender. "Chardonnay, please," he asked before letting his head rest back in his arms. He raised a brow as he was poked, turning to the bug in faint confusion

"You alright, dude?" Cressida asks.

“Sleeping?” He asks.

"Just…exhausted, I suppose," Meun said with a soft smile. "I appreciate the concern, though," he added gently

“Why are you exhausted?” He asks, his antennas chirping.

"I haven't been home in several weeks, and having people running after you asking for you to join some new fight gets tiring quickly," Meun explained

"I know the feeling. It's like, I've been fighting for as long as I can remember. Why can't people just leave me alone!" Cressida downs the rest of her drink, and orders another.

"Agreed," Meun muttered before resting his head on his arms again. "I just want to be left alone. I'm not a fighter, at least not willingly. I just…see no point in it."

"Well, if these annoying people show up and ask you to fight, I'll… politely send them on their way." Cressida smiles.

"That would be lovely. But really, you don't have to. I've taken care of them this long," Meun assured her gently

"Alright then." Cressida finishes her drink and orders yet another one. "But the offer's there if you need it. Here-"

She fishes around in her shoulder bag, and takes out a notebook and pen, writing down her phone number and handing it to Meun. "-if you need any help, just call."

Thatcher’s eyes flicked up when more people walked inside of the bar. He watched a particular group, a young woman and a tired young man who seemed to be talking to a small bug. He leaned back, picking up his glass and tipping back his drink.

(srry, fell asleep lol)

Meun nodded, tiredly taking the slip of paper before putting it in his pocket. He yawned before taking a sip of his drink, his free hand rubbing at his eyes afterwards

(Lol) aspen cane and sat beside a person. She lifted her hood just enough so that she could study him.

Meun glanced over at the person but quickly went back to his drink. He was exhausted, and alcohol seemed like a great idea at the moment

“Who’re you? You seem familiar.”