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4/14/2020 2:38:53 PM
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[i]Luck enters, locates a corner table, and sits down. Today, his hair is an unkempt brown, a color that also permeates his typically golden eyes.
He wears what looks like a corporate merchandise hoodie, emblazoned with a modernized, minimalistic logo of the Bleeding Raven.
As he sits and waits, he begins to weave a strange and foreign mist between his hands—something odd, seeing as Luck doesn’t typically use direct magic.[/i]
English
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“Oh, hey stranger! Name and what you want, please.” Blaze asks
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[i]He tapped his fingers on the table, a sound muted through the liquid fog draped over his hands.[/i] “Most folk call me Luck,” [i]he said, leaning back and looking at the ceiling in thought.[/i] “As for the second part, do you have any Greater Mana Elixers?” [i]It was a strange request, to be sure. Powerful mana potions were known to have drawbacks when taken in large amounts, and, as said, Luck seemingly didn’t even use magic.[/i]
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Blaze looks Luck up and down, eyes resting on the Bleeding Raven for a second, before saying, “I probably have one in the back.” Blaze then rushes to the Backroom, and comes out with the potion. “Your lucky I have one of those. Heh, lucky. Anyways, be careful with that, not the best thing in big doses.”
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[i]Luck just chuckles at the jest and says,[/i] “Can’t kill a dead man deader.” [i]He slides one of his hands into the pouch of his hoodie and asks,[/i] “What currency?”
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“Whatever is better for you. I will know if you’re trying to pull a fast one, though, so uh, don’t.”
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[i]Luck smirks and draws a handful of silver coins directly from his hoodie pouch. They hold a slightly more stylized version of the logo on his attire.[/i] “This should be more than enough.”
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“Yup, this is plenty. You sure do like crows.”
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[i]Luck sets the elixir down and glanced down at his hoodie.[/i] “Oh, well it’s actually a raven, at least most of the time. And, as for the fondness, let’s just say such a bird has saved me more than once before—which sounds a little strange, I know.”
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Edited by Nightmare Tune: 4/15/2020 3:06:23 AM[spoiler]Luck then finds that the bar is closed and empty and... ok I’ll do the real thing[/spoiler] “Eh, I had an orb save me from a big fall, so being saved by ravens does not faze me.”
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“An orb? Haven’t heard that one yet, but to each their own, I guess. Say, you look the adventurous type, what brought you to opening a barrel?”
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Edited by Nightmare Tune: 4/15/2020 2:54:34 AM“I felt like people could use more talking, and opening a nice little bar could help more people to talk. It did work for you, after all.”
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[i]Luck laughed a little and allowed a carefree smile to hang on his face. [/i] “I mean... it’s actually not a bad endeavor. Everyone out there these days is always so focused on one death-defying quest after another, but sometimes you’ve gotta slow things down a little, take some time to enjoy the scenery you’re fighting for.”
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“Yeah, it’s nice. I even let some less savory people in, like poly, as long as they keep themselves under control.”
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“Hey, even a polydimensional eldritch god-entity can be a breath of fresh air from time-to-time.” [i]Luck finishes off the last of the sizable elixir and taps the top of the bottle.[/i] “Well, looks ‘it’s closing time. Thanks for the drink, and, hey, I appreciate what you’re doing here.”
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“And I appreciate you coming. Stick on the edge, Luck.”
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[i]With two fingers, Luck flips the empty bottle through the air from the neck, and it lands back on the table upside-down. He gets up, turns away, and walks for the door. He raises a hand behind himself in goodbye, and the door slams shut behind him.[/i]
