The Tavern (Casual RP thread open to all)

[Drazzimyr]

A rather unique individual walked into the strange tavern that they had never seen before.

The individual, who had a particular aspect of androgyny with a lean toward being fairly masculine, was clad simply in some black cargo shorts and a pair of light brown flip flops. Their skin was a light gray and they lacked eyes on their face with a messy mop of dark brown hair on their head. They wore no shirt due, as a massive and particularly toothy mouth being on their abdomen, with a set of four yellow eyes, with pupils in the shape of a red heart, a black spade, a red diamond and a black club from their right to their left, situated over the mouth. On their arms, from the palm of their hand down to their elbow, open toothed mouths with tentacle like tongues waving around.

The individual walked toward the bar and simply requested some food, "Four slices of pizza please, two on two different plates."

The individual grinned as the food was placed in front of them, beginning to chow on the two slices while their abdomen mouth at the other two.

[DJ Pon3]

Not long after the entrance of the strangely unique individual, the bar's second female patron entered the bar.
Her hair fell mostly straight, though it curved slightly in front of her face, covering her right eye slightly. It was also two contrasting colors of blue; the main color of her hair being a dark blue, and then three lightning-bolt like streaks of sky blue that ran through her hair in three separate places. Over her eyes were violet goggle-like glasses that obscured both her eye movement and color to everyone else. She wore a white and blue jacket that buttoned up over her small chest, and a mini-skirt that fell just above her knees. She also dawned purple and pink lightning-bolt-patterned leggins, and short electric-blue boots. Around her neck she adorned her headphones, which were currently linked to no music device, much to her dismay. She looked fairly human, besides maybe her fashion sense and hair color.

She quickly shuffled to one of the empty tables and sat down in what almost seemed like anger. She rested her chin on one hand, and pursed her lips slightly to blow a bit of hair out of her face. She was none too happy. Being brought here suddenly and then being told to just go sit down and wait. She crossed her legs and sat back in their chair, her gaze locked onto the entrance of the bar.

[Bozo]

'Ah, I knew you had another side to you." The Knight chuckled, all of a sudden calm and collected. He held the tankard of nectar in his hands as he sat across from the lamia, a straw inserted from the top so he could easily stick it through one of the holes in his helmet. "Most monsters do." With that said, he reached out, plucking the knife of from the counter top sheathing it in its proper place on his chest.

His attention was drawn back to his drink, the golden swill sloshing around in his mug. He shrugged, lifting up the tip and pouring a bit into his mouth from the helmet. It was surprisingly sweet, and it made every ounce of his body tingle with pleasure.

But it wasn't good enough.

He quickly polished it off, before setting it back down on the table, reaching into his purse and retrieving two gold coins. "A drink," He began, slamming five gold coins onto the counter top in front of the automaton. "For the lamia, the Order boy, and the freaks who just walked in."

He stood, adjusting his helmet as he turned on his heel.

Now, where was the privy?

[SIERRA-116]

Jason simply muttered incoherently as he took a seat next to the green-scaled lamia. Admittedly, he was somewhat biased in favour of the lamia, partly because he didn't tolerate such overt hate towards others, partly because she was incredibly beautiful and he was especially attracted by lamia.

"You call yourself an Orderite, but drinking Alraune Nectar in any form is itself heretical," he muttered idly. Then he exhaled, and put on a cheerful face and turned to give Birdy a kindly smile. "Birdy, eh? Interesting name for a snake lady, not that I mind either way. How're you liking my place, discounting present company?"

As he watched the real monster walk in - the one with a mouth on his abdomen - and order a sizable amount of pizza, Jason shuddered, and quickly averted his eyes; he was no bigot, but there's a difference between bigotry and just finding something really disturbing. At least the oddly dressed girl that entered after was only odd in that regards, though he could perceive her anger. At least the automaton was working as well as he'd hoped, thus allowing him to socialise and just relax. He returned his attention to the lamia, pleased she didn't mind his perverted voyeurism but still embarrassed that she'd noticed.

"W-Well, it's hard not to look," he said with a slight stammer, face still bright red. "You're quite beautiful, and I have a soft spot for lamia." He extended his hand and rested it atop hers, glad to be in her presence. He didn't really care whether she was a monster or not, he was simply enamoured and infatuated. "You have beautiful scales too~"

[Bozo]

"Oh, but my boy." The Knight chuckled as he opened the door to the outside. "The Ancients used to drink blood from their enemies hearts; whose to say I cannot drink the blood of a monster? Especially when it does little to me."

[Drazzimyr]

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My character isn't male. They look particularly masculine, but they're agender, so they use singular they pronouns

They gut mouthed individual continued the eat their pizza while their stomach-mouth did the same. Quickly finished the rest of the pizza, the individual clad in templar like armor.

They chuckled as tried to strike up conversation, "So, come here often?" They said in a bad attempt at a smooth voice, in a mocking manner.

[lv27_robothero]

Mephistopheles finishes the entire rack of lamb and cleans himself and leaves a bag of gold. "Young tavern keeper as a gratitude for allowing to stay even I threatened the peace of this place. Please Take this money as gratitude for your services. I have to take my leave now." The Samurai say as he picks up his sword and leaves the tavern, and walks off into the woods.

[SIERRA-116]

"But Alraune Nectar isn't the blood of an Alraune. It's more like breastmilk than anything, they just secrete it from more places," Jason corrected. "Most mamono blood tastes horrible to humans, I'm told. I can even speak from experience, after a Lizardman decided to show me. She cut herself, much to my protest. I didn't want to drink it before, and I sure as hell never wanted to afterwards. There exceptions of course, like mermaid blood and apparently vampire blood, but supposedly it's influenced by the scenario. If it's some sort of sexual play, without any unpleasant results, then mamono blood can taste nice, but the way you described would make it taste horrible no matter what monster it was from."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

The glowing-eyed man hmmed softly for a moment, and then walked up to the bar. He ordered drinks for everyone who came in who wasn't currently engaged in a conversation, and then ordered a milk for himself, heading back to his booth. He calmly watched as the drinks he ordered were served, observing reactions carefully...

[lv27_robothero]

A metallic traveler coming from the city is walking in the woods and notices a samurai and it seems the samurai is struggling with something so the metallic traveler leaves the samurai alone and walks towards a tavern that has the sounds of chatter. He notices the big amount of order soldiers inside. He sees the machine serving the guest the food and drinks and takes the seat near the edge of the counter and speak to the machine to take an order of the less popular Minotaur milk and to mix it with Alraune Nectar.
The Emerald Armored cyborg, eyes the room before noting that there seems to an odd variety of travelers in the tavern including himself, and talks to the machine in jokingly matter as most machines in this age aren't as advance as him. "So, how's the work? You enjoy the company of others?"

(I'm sure its okay to have multiple OC's as long as we can keep track of them and announce who they are right?)

[DJ Pon3]

Placing her boot against the the side of the table, she leaned back in her chair, her head still turned towards the entrance. She began to move her arms and hands in an erratic way, though to her it was just a way to pass time, with or without music. Tutting wasn't something she was the best at, but it definitely seemed to impress people, regardless of its simplicity. She let the beat manifest inside her head, and let her hands and arms begin to move to the custom beat that bounced around inside her brain.
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[Jinouga87]

The anthro Zinorge enters the tavern looking at everyone as they went about they're business. He sat at a table green lighting crackling all over his body.
(Yeah all I got. Not really going to be able to post like everyone else here.)

[SIERRA-116]

Jason shakes his head at the Order Knight as he walks out.
"Alraune Nectar is the blood of his enemy," he mutters mockingly, scoffing before rubbing his temples for a brief moment, and then turned to smile at Birdy. "So then, what brings you to my Tavern?"

[Fur-man]

*the door opens ones more and enters a kitsume man in a long white scientist cote with a black under shirt with a book under one arm wearing glasses with clicking gears ever changing the lens with red mild shaggy fur as he comes in his uses his big tail to shut the door* "Tonic something light and easy" then he takes a seat and starts reading his arcane looking book then casting a glans to the others in the Tavern then shakeing his head a little returning to his book*

[MonsterGirlLover]

It was then a cloaked figure kicked open the door, somehow opening it naturally without breaking it. As he stepped in, his face shrouded in shadow, a wide toothy grin now visible, filled with sharp teeth. A hand made from shadow reached out from under and behind the cloak, slamming the door behind him before retreating back into the cloak. Two large muscular arms extend out from the cloaks opening as the grin opens to speak. "I have come to break the silence of this place! And I demand HUGS!"

[Wheelbobby]

Suddenly a scuffle breaks out in the street, a petty thievery, an occurrence that occasionally happens. What was different was the thief's face quickly being slammed against the window. The thief pulls a knife and lunges, out of view, towards the one who attacked him. There is a violent sounding brawl that quickly ends, the door is opened, revealing the unconscious thief on the ground with a large bruise already forming on his head. The person who opened the door was a very young man who had a mysterious aura about him that makes some very curious. His left arm and right leg seem to be made of seamlessly crafted cybernetics that seem to have been through many fights. His right arm is obviously injured, due to him clutching it (his hand bloody) but is seems to be healing very quickly. His only weapon appears to be a metal pole. His left eye seemingly flickering to those paying close attention to it, and orange hair that darkens at the ends as if they have been burned. One thing that seems to inexplicably catch everyone's eye is the dark gem hanging from his neck. It seems to absorb light and give off darkness. He sits in the booth behind the odd girl.

[Fur-man]

*the Scientist looks at him from over his book and thinks* (is he like me?)

[Wheelbobby]

After he finishes cleaning up he asks the bartender for a decent but low priced meal and starts fiddling with his gem that now obviously trails shadow. He gazes, seemingly paranoid, back and forth between his gem and the seat beside him, as if the gem were linked to a strange entity sitting there.

[ZIrvs]

Before too long the door is opened once again, only this time everyone can see that it is now starting to rain.

A human man walks into the tavern, but turns and holds the door open. Shortly there-after an Arachne makes her way into the tavern carrying two small bundles, one in each arm.

"Excuse me, which one of you is the owner?" asks the man as he joins the Arachne, shifting the pack on his back.

"That would be me sir, how may I help you both?" Jason asks politely, though reluctantly as it would mean leaving Birdy alone.

"My wife and I would like a room for the night, with enough space for us and our twins. Would you happen to have one available sir?" asks the man, placing his arm around his wife's abdomen.

"Well, I'm sure we could-" Jason begins, only to be cut by a loud

BANG!!