So I really loved the original RP and it remains very near and dear to my heart because it was my first ever RP and it had so many great characters. I’m on Christmas Vacation for the next two weeks so I figured since I have time I might as well start it up again. I’m going to call for some of my favorite writers(and their characters) from the original but this is open to anyone and everyone(maybe not all at once tho because I still require at least four hours of sleep. If you want to escape boredom, your homophobic relatives, or your aunt Kathy’s fruitcake feel free to join in.
Some basic rules:
No slurs or bullying under any circumstances
Swear as you please
Try to keep everything PG-13
Write in past tense this isn’t a literary analysis essay
Try not to kill other characters
Get over here awesome people:
@A-Festive-Knight-Shives
@The-Althalosian-lsNotLikeOtherSquirrels
@SwimwithGamers_needs_a_hug
@bubblegum
@The_Wild_Warrior_Is_Sick
@Altrince_is_going_to_China
You guys have some of my all time favorite characters. New ones are fine of course but I would mind a visit from a certain angel-demon couple or a few phantoms. Or a lovely yellow witch, a woman sipping her sake, a man in a royal purple hoodie, and a few others.
Hi, I wasn't summoned, but I'm interested? Would you mind explaining the plot a bit?
There never really was a plot but I'll do my best:
Cool tavern in the middle of the many worlds owned and bartended by Barkeep(As they will continue to be called) a celestial shapeshifter who is attempting to collect stories from all over. Come in, order a drink, and share your story. Characters may come and go from the tavern as they please so the RP never closes (But if you see a million people and talking or me struggling to keep up maybe wait a day to make your entrance.) There are some 'story elements' both for Barkeep and for characters who meet in the tavern who have met before in other RPs. So yeah…
Sounds fun! Would you mind if I popped in?
Of course! I'll do a quick start:
Barkeep stood in the empty, silent tavern. He could've sworn that he threw a few flyers into the portals announcing the re-opening of the tavern but a few hours had passed and everything remained silent. "I really hope I didn't hallucinate all those customers before. That would be embarrassing."
After a while, a bedraggled looking angel popped into the tavern and sat himself down, sighing softly as he did so. He had a few noticeable cuts on himself, along with a bit of blood, and looked exhausted. His normally well kempt hair was all over the place, and his crooked wings had feathers sticking out where they shouldn't. "Surprise me, will you?" He asked the barkeep tiredly.
(> (Might I join as well?)
(Don’t feel the need to ask!))
Barkeep perked up immediately. “Rough day at the office, angel?” He asked while he searched through the shelves. After a moment, he poured a cup of a silvery liquid and set it in front of the angel. “I hope you aren’t looking for a medic. I’ve never been any good at it. Care to explain the marks?”
(Slides to the doorway wrapped in a blanket. "I have arrived.")
(Would you like, Tolkalee again or would you like a newer character that I have, that may or may not be the most adorable sweetest character I have?)
(I could possibly do both if you really wanted.)
Through one of the portals came one of the opposite kind to the only other patron. The demon wore a deep purple tuxedo with a red tie. He looked quite fancy considering what he was. Humming, he walked closer to the bar only to notice the white wings. He froze and nearly groaned. It didn't matter if the angel was injured or not. This place had better hold up to its reputation.
"Gimme the strongest shit ya got," the demon said as he swung his legs over one of the barstools. He had a light smirk over his face too.
(Caustic, is this Beau? 😏)
(Anything you want WW. Maybe the new one first?)
“I’d be happy to but I think it might be a bit much even for a demon, although I imagine that may sound rude. I don’t doubt your ability to hold your alcohol, but I generally doubt your ability not to dissolve on contact with that stuff.” He poured a copper-tinged liquid into a cup. “That’ll burn enough. I love the suit by the way.”
(I should probably mention that Barkeep doesn’t maintain a clear gender so he was female for most of the original RP but he isn’t currently female. Any pronouns are fine and I will most likely go from he/him to she/her to them/they at points.)
(Okay, I can't promise anything put on here will be very pretty at the moment, I'm a bit like a zombie because of being sick but here goes nothin.)
The door to the bar opened and a young looking lad walked in. He looked to possibly be in his twenties, although he had pure white hair. Hie eyes scanned the room, revealing their vibrant purple nature. He was wearing dark gray cargo type pants, knee high soft leather boots, a red hoodie and black fingerless gloves.
After looking around he decided to take a seat at the front bar and wait to be noticed.
Barkeep slid over to the new kid. “Welcome little guy. You’re so lucky I don’t ask for IDs. What would you like to drink.” He had seen lots of strange people so the young man’s appearance didn’t seem very astonishing at first but there was something about him. It wasn’t the white hair. Hell, Barkeep’s girlfriend had white hair. Maybe it was the eyes. Purple had always been such an unnerving color to him.
The kid laughed slightly, his eyes kind of wandering aimlessly around the area before he responded. "I would like a glass of water thank you," he nodded to the barkeeper finally. Something seemed to be distracting to him, but it wasn't apparent as to what.
I don't think we should be here.
You never think we should be anywhere. But I will humor you. Why?
Have you seen some of the people here? They might try to kill you. And you know that if you-
-Die then you die, I know. You have only said that about sixteen million seven hundred and thirty nine times now.
(More on this in a little bit.)
“I’d be happy to but I think it might be a bit much even for a demon, although I imagine that may sound rude. I don’t doubt your ability to hold your alcohol, but I generally doubt your ability not to dissolve on contact with that stuff.” He poured a copper-tinged liquid into a cup. “That’ll burn enough. I love the suit by the way.”
The demon raised a brow, but smirked as he took the cup handed to him. "Fair enough," he replied, winking in reply to the compliment.
(I have been summoneddddddddd~~~)
(Also, introducing some new faces from a familiar place and time—)
A tall male figurine walked into the tavern, heading silently towards the bar. They had features which were quite stunning; a pair of glittering sapphire blue eyes, a crisp yet elegantly straight hairstyle colored natural black, a moderately sized pair of navy to glass blue colored curled and twisted dragon-like horns coming out of his head, polite and gentle actions, a slight glint of friendliness in his eyes, and healthy and pale skin. He had a white T-shirt on, covered with a navy jacket with golden lapels, and a navy pair of jeans.
”A glass of Scotch please, very cold, preferably” the man said to the Barkeep as he sat down with a small smile.
(just gonna slide on in here)
The door to the tavern swung open as a very tall person stepped in. A hood and cloth mask covered most of her features apart from a pair of ice-blue eyes and jet black hair that had escaped from her hood. Nasty looking clawed gauntlets covered her arms from her hands to her elbows accompanied by a spattering of steel armour, particularly around her legs. Her attire was mostly dark colours with hints of a dull blue and white. She stalked to the bar, her rather unsettlingly unblinking gaze scanning over the other patrons. She leaned against the counter and watched the Barkeep silently.
Barkeep perked up immediately. “Rough day at the office, angel?” He asked while he searched through the shelves. After a moment, he poured a cup of a silvery liquid and set it in front of the angel. “I hope you aren’t looking for a medic. I’ve never been any good at it. Care to explain the marks?”
"I have no office, and the marks are from me picking fights." He knocked down whatever the barkeep had given him, which sent a chill down his spine. "Fights that I've won." He glanced up whenever a new person entered the bar, seeming a little uneasy at the sight of a demon, but keeping himself in his seat.
