The North Pacific Bar and Grill

Syrixia:
Nebula:
Syrixia:
Nebula:
Syrixia:
IndieGirl:
Nebula:
IndieGirl:
Syrixia:
IndieGirl:
Syrixia:
Ohhhhh crap, IndieGirl is back. It is time to meet my nemesis!
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I resent being vilified so immediately when you don't even know me! :cry:

We could have been friends. :shifty:
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THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE. :voldy:
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It's cute that you think it will be you. :P
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NO
SYRIXIA IS MY ARCHENEMY, NOT YOURS

PREPARE TO DIE
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HOW MANY TIMES TO I HAVE TO SAY SYRIXIA IS NOT MY NEMESIS?!
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Oh sweet. Now I can nuke Nebula into oblivion. :bat:
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haha that's funny.

*opens launch windows and preps bombers for takeoff*

Say "nuke Nebula" one more time. I dare you.
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Nuke Nebula.

*Sends ICBMs and nuclear missiles to destroy Nebulan cities*
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*deploys Iron Dome and destroys Syrixian missiles*

*launches nukes in retaliation*

Yeraennus:
Aw, you're both so adorable. Everyone, let's laugh at the cute widdle Rixie-kins and Nebbie!
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*launches nukes at Yeraennus*
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*Goes Syrixia 2014 and makes everyone help him because reasons*
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Do you need some help with your... *puts on sunglasses* civil war?
 
You young-uns and your nukes! Back in my day we fought each other with swords! Duelled to the death like real men! None of this pansy tossing big boom rocks at each other from halfway across the world! *grumbles... mumbles...* Another whiskey barker!
 
Yrkidding:
You young-uns and your nukes! Back in my day we fought each other with swords! Duelled to the death like real men! None of this pansy tossing big boom rocks at each other from halfway across the world! *grumbles... mumbles...* Another whiskey barker!
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Nailbats to good fer yeh fancypantness? By gar *mumbles ncoherently*
 
Yeah, we don't lob nukes from halfway around the world... we gracefully deliver them with a punch to the groin.

Barkeep, can I get a seven and seven?
 
Syrixia:
Hello.

My name is Syrixia Montoya.

You nuked my city.

Prepare to die.
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oh are we montoyas now? last i checked we went back to sanguine, goddammit syrixia quit changing the family name i hate having to change my signature lol
 
Nebula:
Syrixia:
Hello.

My name is Syrixia Montoya.

You nuked my city.

Prepare to die.
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oh are we montoyas now? last i checked we went back to sanguine, goddammit syrixia quit changing the family name i hate having to change my signature lol
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Yo Nebbie!! Did you check out the productions I made yet? :P
 
Corporal Clegg:
Nebula:
Syrixia:
Hello.

My name is Syrixia Montoya.

You nuked my city.

Prepare to die.
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oh are we montoyas now? last i checked we went back to sanguine, goddammit syrixia quit changing the family name i hate having to change my signature lol
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Yo Nebbie!! Did you check out the productions I made yet? :P
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sorry man, finals have been too much of my life for the past two weeks

I'll PM you later
 
*a young man walks in, unsure of what's going on*
I'm sorry, I think I have the wrong place. Is this The North Pacific Bar and Grill?
 
Ok, I ju- *a pack of minature police boxes materializes out of nowhere*
Dammit, guys! I told you I wanted to get a drink by myself! Well, at least you're loyal. I appreciate you. Another one. Seriously? Another one? Fine, I guess you can stay.
 
Ceretis:
Oh?
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Nebula:
Wat
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I feel that being fired overboard out of the (exploding) funnels, endless dancing, boxes of condoms on deck, lightshows, swordfights with ladles and general late-90's europop bizarreness might not be conducive for the smooth running of this fine vessel.
 
[video]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2pyAiACP-w[/video]

Fill my mug, I just want to forget
All the troubles and fighting
And the ghosts in my head
Dancing and drinking
In Buccaneers Inn
And later tonight it's time for sin

Also hello!
 
[me]takes a seat at the end of the bar and requests a mint julep with just a bit of macerated ginger. She sighs and leans forward, resting her forehead gently upon the cool countertop of the bar while she patiently metronomes her wait with the toes of her right foot against the bottom-most rung of her barstool.
 
A lonely person waring a raincot enters the bar, sit down and order a drink. After that, he paid it and goes away saying nothing

Who was that person?

Where did he came from?

Well, i don't know. can i have a drink now?
 
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