Titan's Ring [Walk-in] - Printable Version

Titan's Ring [Walk-in] - Printable Version

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Titan's Ring [Walk-in] - Blade - 01-19-2016

In the deepest reaches of Duat, under all the steel, pipes, and back alley deals, there lies a small corner of unexpected paradise. (Sort of.) A single door that leads down a long series of tunnels—a maze—half dripping with condensation, lies an arched passage closed off by a rounded thick wooden door. (Think a Hobbit door.) The neon lighting above reads Titania’s Ring, but some of the lights have stopped working. Thus, if not looked at closely, it instead reads Titan’s Ring.

To enter, one simply needs to come close enough to the door itself. It will roll open and lead into the main bar, closing behind you once in. The whole of it is a mesh of pipes, tech, and old world woods—like a cross between fantasy and present scifi reality. Windows line some of the walls, but they are merely decoration; lighting illuminates their frosted panes from the other side and gives the illusion of an outside world instead of steel walls all around. There are higher and lower levels with seating: booths and tables, some made of metals and others woods with leather cushions. Railings made of pipe and carved wood wrap the edges of higher places. Plants grow from certain sections, high up and in cubbies. There are also rooms to purchase for the night, whatever one’s needs are. All of them come with a bathroom, a small kitchen, a bed, and a large tablet for checking news feeds, the net, and the random com to video or voice chat with someone.

The bar’s owner it a tall blond man normally garbed in neon fishnet shirts with loose fitting pants like some kind of futuristic gypsy elf. He has a number of facial piercings and is usually crowned in any number of pieces of jewelry. He might be pretty, but he’s not the most affection companion. He certainly doesn’t look like he should be owning a bar in Duat—the den of debauchery and general last stop for the destitute. Even so, he’ll be glad to make a deal with you if the offer tickles his fancy. Just be wary when calling him Titan. He’ll correct you the first time, reminding you it’s Titania—odd as it may seem.

Important Stuff

Feel Free to take control of random NPC severs and bar tenders. Titania is off-limits as 'he' is my character.

RE: Titan's Ring [Walk-in] - Blade - 01-19-2016

He was behind the bar tonight; he felt like he lived on his feet, but there were times he said to hell with it and took a seat in a corner booth for a smoke and a drink. It’s not like the carcinogens were going to actually ruin his lungs, or that the alcohol was actually going to tear his liver to shreds. Were that true, he would have died nigh a few millennia ago—you know, when human beings weren’t space traveling and still hadn’t figured out what in the faewilde germs were. Mostly before he had known there were other things in the universe to fuck with or... fuck in general. Things with three eyes, tentacles, and multiple genders. But then, that was also before his blasted spouse decided it’d be a fine trick—a good game in a boring era—to curse him with the body he now had.

Stupid man.

He refrained from sighing as he cleaned a glass and set it down on a shelf below. Long golden strands, half silver, white, and yellowed amber fell over his shoulder—partially loose and partially braided. Rings and dangly gems hung from his pointed ears, clicking together with the motion. A chain from his right ear to his nose brushed against his cheek. A crown of golden leaves set against his forehead, more a circlet than anything else.

He was all neon rainbow colors and blacks tonight, a hot pink fishnet covering his ebony tank top clad chest; the colors emphasized his pale complexion. The pants were tight though, the black material like a second skin and almost unnatural in material: not quite leather and not quite cloth. Boots with splatters of different colors of glow in the dark paint came up to his knees—lacing. More jewelry hung on his wrists and around his neck, from bangles to delicate chains with charms. Some were silver, other were made of gold. All of them had gemstones that glittered in the lighting.

Electric violet eyes landed on a patron as they moved to sit at the bar. And he moved to help them, but stopped when another worker took their order.

Good; he didn’t feel like talking. He never felt like talking. Likely a sign that he needed a good lay. Not a paltry lay. A damned good one. The kind of fuck you wrote poetry about in the pre-space era, making it seem like you were serenading a lily instead of rambling about the labia of a woman’s pussy.

He slapped a rag over his shoulder and opted to fill a wine glass with some of his own stock, the faewine you couldn’t get anywhere else and that a number of high dollar patrons came for.

Maybe it was time for a smoke.

RE: Titan's Ring [Walk-in] - Angel Kimmi - 01-19-2016

<img style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/oberon2.jpg" style="avatar] A young woman made her way through the metal hallways with nary a glance nor a wince despite the metal that surrounded her. She was strong enough to find it little more than an annoyance, though the same could not always be said for the weaker Fae. Still the mortal realm was not as friendly to her kind as in the years gone by but it was not without its own allure. So many interesting things to do and see.

 But not today. Today she was bored, though that was a small surprise - she was often bored. An unfortunate thing for those around her. Being bored was not a particularly pleasant experience for those who lingered in her company – or so she had been told. Still, she thought her bedroom partners would not complain, but outside that…well who knows?

 Obbie traversed the maze of walkways with ease, a testimony of either an excellent sense of direction or the fact that she had been there before. As the door opened she slipped inside, slender fingers with manicured pink nails pushed back her hair which was pulled into braids, one around her head which was decorated with flowers while two others hung freely over her shoulders. The long silvery-blonde strands changing to a pale pink half-way down to match the flowers in her hair, while similarly coloured make-up emphasized the sharp-emerald green eyes that slid through the bar.

 There was a certain individual that never ceased to ease the boredom once it became neigh on overwhelming, though Titania would no doubt bristle over such a thought. They hadn't been on the best of terms for a few centuries now, but that didn't cause any hesitation in the elegant but purposeful stride as she headed for the bar without pause.

 Was he still mad, she wondered, though the thought only seemed to incite interest over fear.

 Much like the man behind the bar she had pale skin and pointed ears were decorated with gold and silver piercings, while bangles jingled around her wrists. With pale skin that was emphasized by the pale pink strapless corset-like dress that emphasized her bust and curves, matched with long black fish-net stockings emphasized her long legs and black high-heels.

RE: Titan's Ring [Walk-in] - Blade - 01-19-2016

He’d set his glass down when he felt a niggle of something. He chose to ignore it as he casually lit up a cigarette and pocketed his lighter and small black pack of a box that held the little sticks of tobacco laden in herbs he so preferred. The bar was half full and most everyone was handled or in the process of being handled. So it didn’t bother him to move to one end of the bar that led out into the main serving area.

He gave a rather green looking nonhuman man with dreads a tap. “Dyn, I’m taking a break.” The other man gave a nod before going back to pouring a few shots of whisky for a patron. He took a hit off his smoke as the sense of something niggled him further. He found himself scratching the back of his neck as he stopped just outside of the work area—a few paces from it. Violet electric hues settled on the woman coming towards him as he took a sip of his wine. He briefly marveled at the warm sensation with a bit of bite that smoothly ran down his throat and into his belly. This sensation—a welcome one—was all but destroyed by the unpleasant recognition.

He should have known the taste of her immediately. Him.

His jaw flexed as she came closer. Eyes narrowed and flashed with little glow—with something entirely otherworldly and dangerous. If only that kind of reaction towards her actually did a dent to her interactions with him.

“Well if it isn’t the cow,” he said airily--sarcastically, and just loud enough that a few nearby people would look over. “You aren’t welcome here, go find another place to spread your legs, take on twenty cocks, and birth whole passel of equally ugly cows.” And then he turned to walk back towards the bar, fully intent on taking a seat and praying to the gods she actually did go away. It’d be nice thought, but there wasn’t any real way of actually getting rid of her—short of finding some ignoramus to occupy her with his giant prick.

He grunted, ignored the look Dyn gave him, and set his drink down before dragging over an ashtray to flick into. “Hand me the bottle,” he told his employee.

RE: Titan's Ring [Walk-in] - Angel Kimmi - 01-19-2016

<img style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/oberon2.jpg" style="avatar] The emerald gaze moved leisurely around the bar and occupants, though in truth she had little need to 'search' for Titania. She could feel the familiar aura behind the bar to her right, so she could only assume that her dear spouse would notice rather quickly.

 Stiletto heels drawing her close to her destination before she stopped to appraise him in a less than subtle manner. Titan was as beautiful as she remembered, his hair long and silken a mix of platinum and gold that was completely natural. Smooth planes of alabaster covered in netting and tight fabric that emphasized the beauty rather than hiding it. Adorned with precious metal and stones, the amount of which would have looked ridiculous on any other...but Titania was royalty.

 Obbie saw that spark of recognition hit and the response only caused a subtle smile to curve the rosy lips. Ah the way those violet eyes flashed and glowed with emotion, beautiful. Yet the recipient was unfazed and unruffled by the verbal attack as much as the look that she was leveled with. A look that would have sent many running but he'd gotten quite used to this particular type of greeting from his spouse over the last century or two.

 It seemed that he was indeed quite upset with her.

 Not unexpected. But rather than off-putting the fiery response merely fanned the flames of attraction and interest - for things were nary boring with his dearest Titania. Obbie didn't even bother to discuss the cow comment, she wasn't insecure about her appearance. Besides over the centuries she had turned into an animal more than once to stave off boredom. Taking on twenty cocks however, might be a stretch even for her, but still that wasn't really the point currently.

 No sign of shame or embarrassment crossed her features despite the curious onlookers, instead a visible pout appeared on those rosy lips. Her voice soft almost cajoling yet loud enough for those same onlookers, "Aww Titan...are you still mad at me? You don't have to say such cruel things you know. I know you're still upset over that little thing but I missed you so much~"

 She followed him up to the bar, making it obvious that his attempt to get rid of her had failed. Emerald eyes focusing on the bottle for a moment even as she wrapped her arms around one of his, hugging it to her chest. "Drink with me?~"

RE: Titan's Ring [Walk-in] - Blade - 01-20-2016

Dyn put the bottle in front of him with a clatter of glass on hard wood. The alien bar tender’s eyes lingered on Obbie before he glanced at Titania. Just as quickly though, he turned and got back to work when Titania shot him a look that said, I’m fine. But then Titania knew Dyn was used to this kind of reaction in general. Perhaps not this heavy towards any kind of person, but Titania was abrasive to most people. At least when there wasn’t a deal to be made, a deal that gained him contracts, wealth, and power in the dark back allies of Duat. Everyone owed him favors; at least, it seemed like it most of the time. Need a transport? A ticket off-world? Sure. Just make sure you’ve got something to offer in return. There were few people Titania didn’t like playing deal-maker with, those he generally had more to lose with than to gain.

He rolled his eyes as Dyn walked off, just as Obbie grabbed onto his arm and pushed her overly large breasts into his bicep. He shook her off, pushing her towards the stool next to him. Not because he wanted her to sit next to him, but because it was the easiest direction to send her in without causing a rukus.

He snorted. “No, you may not drink with me,” he said before taking a sip of his wine “The only ones who drink with me are friends and people who need a favor. You fall into neither category, Spiteful Jezebel.” How did she even find him? How? Maybe he should have changed his name. But it’s not like Titania was rare title, especially in a space port laden with whores, escort droids, and porn bots; some of which boasted model type called Venus and Trixie. “What you can do is turn your ass around and walk back out.” He jutted a thumb behind him to express his point.

RE: Titan's Ring [Walk-in] - Angel Kimmi - 01-20-2016

<img style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/oberon2.jpg" style="avatar] “Such ungentlemanly behaviour, treating a lady so roughly,” Oberon said in mild protest at being shoved towards the nearest stool. Still she managed a certain level of grace and settled onto the seat, taking up the reluctant ‘offer’. If you wanted to call it that. Absently smoothing out the pale pink skirt though the emerald gaze lingered on the ill-tempered individual to her right.

 It seemed that he was indeed still quite furious. She didn’t think she’d ruffled Titania’s feathers quite so badly since…well since that one time he’d made her fall in love with an ass for a day or two.

 Of course Titania's ire was due to the fact Oberon had yet to undo the spell that caused their current change of gender in the first place. So that likely had something to do with the lack of forgiveness and surly behaviour, but being a man couldn’t really be so bad that it created a perpetual scowl.

 “Such cruel words. Are you trying to infer that you didn’t miss me even the tiniest bit after all this time?” Obbie swung her legs lightly back and forth almost like a child, seemingly unaffected despite her verbal claims otherwise. A sharp glint in those emerald eyes as she looked beneath lowered lashes and purred, “I think not. Friends no, but I remember a time when we were much, much more than just friends, my dearest Titania.”

 She laughed softly, the sound like musical chimes as she pulled out a small deep black velvet bag from between her breasts, the object was small and most would assume that it held money though Oberon had a few tricks up her non-existent sleeves. "Next thing you'll tell me you don't want my money, but I did come prepared for that inhospitality."

 Without waiting for a response she opened the small draw string bag and reached into it, seemingly feeling around for something with two fingers. Next thing anyone would see would be Oberon pulling a large bottle of honey wine from within the small bag, despite the fact it didn't look like it would fit at all. But then that was the joy of toying with space, it was so easy to transport things like this. Placing the wine on the bar in front of her before reaching back inside to feel around for a few moments before pulling out a gold and blue long-stemmed glass, with bubbles perpetually shifting through the glass.

RE: Titan's Ring [Walk-in] - Blade - 07-12-2016

He snorted at her assertion that she was a lady. But that is what she wanted to be. And if she’d somehow grown bored with the parts she’d bestowed on both them, he was none the wiser. But Titania was not happy; he was rarely ever happy when his spouse decided it would be a grand time to reshape their realities. Did she think their relationship had needed some kind of spice? Fuck if he knew. He’d gone so long stuck in this body he wasn’t sure what his breasts had once looked like. As retaliation he’d left, gone far away on his own where no one knew him or his plight. He’d quickly grown tiresome of his maids giggling when they thought he wasn’t listening.

As if suddenly sprouting a penis was a laughing matter.

“About as well as I miss religious zealots,” he muttered before taking a hit off his cigarette. He was doing his best to ignore her, but it wasn't easy. So he did his best to just keep his eyes focused on the back of the bar or on his own drink. Still, he rolled his eyes when she mentioned them being much more. Obviously... Didn’t mean he was going to spread his legs for her now.

He supposed he should be irritated that she was bringing her own drinks to his bar. Titania scowled again, glaring at her glass and bottle. “Do enjoy making me so very vexed?” A stupid question; the very nature of his spouse was to vex him, even when she wasn’t trying to.