The Omniverse Bar (Non-Canon)

[Moon]

A man with a tan overcoat walks in, boredly. Might as well explore the Omniverse, maybe get to know it a bit more. Unfortunately, he ended up in a freaking bar. Great.

[Ruby Rose]

Ruby threw an intoxicated glare at the strange woman who approached her. She slammed the glass on the keg, cracking it slightly, before making her way onto the stage, pulling her scythe out from behind her. "I'm not drunk..." She mumbled, before flicking her scythe to its full extent and shouting, "I'M COMBAT READY!"

[Demetri Malius]

The thief slowly made his way up to the stage, stumbling and keeping up with his drunk appearance. He needed to be careful, but he really liked the look of that scythe. He eventually found his way, pointing an accusing finger at the incapacitated girl. "I declurr iz that a chalinguh?" The thief mocked a drink slur, preparing his false image to disarm the poor lass and relieve her of her beautiful weapon.

[Ruby Rose]

A drunken glare was sent towards the man who approached Ruby, and she lowered her weapon's barrel down at him. "Shtet... you biznis..." Ruby commanded lazily, before her grip loosened on her weapon. The scythe hit the floor, and the trigger clicked back, firing a searing shot into the man's kneecap. Drowsily snatching the polearm back up, Ruby sneered at the man. "Yeh... tha's wot... ye get..."

[Demetri Malius]

Just as the theif was was slipping away from his image, the girl dropped her weapon. The shot rang off through the taver and -


HOLY KNAVES ON THEPIGS STYE WHAT IN HEAVENA NAME....

The pain. Oh god.

It hurt.

A lot.

The thief's image faltered as he seemed to teleport a few feet. The action didn't faze the drunken lady, who was probably already seeing that with everyone in the tavern.

The rogue grbled at the girl before reaching into his satchel and grabbing the stolen dart, which he hastily tossed. With a gamble the girl fell to the side, her weapon clattering to the floor once more as the dart whizzed past her face... right into the shoulder of the pink haired little girl.

She turned, her head twisting as life she had no restinging bones or muscles, like some kind of horror movie. Oh this was not good. Not good at all. Demetri quickly grabbed the scythe, hopping on one foot as he grunted with each jump. He felt pain all over.

"Ay whaddur yuh doing, Gib that back..." The drunken woman slurred.

Hell no. He was pretty sure that little girl across the bar was going to kill him.

[Erik Vrell]

Ever one to be fashionably late, Erik waltzed up to the door of the bar bar and kicked it in. (Using both feet, like a real man.) "I'm not late, am I?" Erik grinned as he scrambled to his feet, hoping no one saw his clumsy (yet strangely masculine) entrance.

[Victor Wolfe]

Victor Wolfe entered the bar deciding to take a break from his work for once, he noticed Erik Vrell questioning if he was late to the party or not causing Wolfe to chuckle " not as late as I am" Victor said patting Erik on the back. He walked past the young psychic aiming to take out his target for the night a true massacre of as much whiskey as he could drink. With his healing rate it took a lot to get him wasted and that was his plan. He walked over to one of the imps and ordered his drinks, " Twenty shots of the best whiskey you have here please" the imp looked at Wolfe wondering if the human had a death wish before walking off to collect his order. The imp came back carrying a large metal tray with many shot glasses Victor licked his lips looking at the glorious beauty of the liquid inside. He proceeded to take them all in quick succession towards the end taking two at a time and as he put down the last glass let out a sigh of relief" Fuck that was good!" Victor hiccuped feeling the fire as the alcohol hit his stomach, a good burn. " Well that was a nice first round, waiter, another!" the imp scurried off to fetch more drink. " I think its going to be a fun night" Victor smiled.

[Moon]

And everyone was either incredibly drunk, or aiming to get there. God damn it.

Then again, what did he expect, really? A civil conversation? That would be ridiculous.

[Jak Mar]

Jak walked in, and sat down. For once, he wasn't going to get drunk tonight. He looked over at Dawson and shrugged "Hey, looking for a chat?"

[Moon]

"I suppose so." he said, crossing his arms. "To be honest, I have no idea why I'm here."

[Jak Mar]

"Must be something about this place that's fun?"

[Moon]

He shrugged. "Just wandering around. Damn city." Obviously, he was in the Coruscant verse.

[Jak Mar]

Reminds me of a place i was before i came to the Omniverse, but that's long gone.

[Moon]

"Well, I don't know about you, but I just got here. So, I don't know."

[Jak Mar]

I've been here for a while... I've seen everything from death battles to anything else in between.

[Moon]

"I've seen death battles, don't get me wrong, just... Not here."

[Jak Mar]

This place is way too quiet...

"Who knows?" Jak picks up a cold beer and smiles.

[Moon]

He sighs, leaning against the wall. "So where were you before coming here?"

[Jak Mar]

"I was a hero back in a city called Haven and the Wastelands. Saved the world about 3 times over. Though people never appreciated me or dax."

[Moon]

"I just... Wandered, really. They called me the Great Wanderer. Never could tell why." He shrugged.