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thebastion2014-08-28 04:40 pm
followsthevoice) wrote in thebastion2014-08-28 04:40 pm
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I swear to drunk I'm not god marshal
Who: Raile and all you poor unfortunate souls.
Open: Open
When: Day 223 (Late Night)
Where: All over the Bastion
What: Raile's had a little too much to drink tonight.
Format: Whatever works for you!
Warnings: Vulgar Language, Combative Attitudes, General Drunk Shenanigans, Maybe some deeper seated anger issues.
[Well, if this wasn't something new to behold. Usually Raile kept his drinking to the point where he could curl up alone with his own thoughts, but tonight...was a little different. He was splendidly drunk, wobbling in off the Skyway with half a song on his lip and the other covered by muttered cursing before he drowned it out with more booze.
To his credit, he wasn't making that much a ruckus, but considering it was the time of night where most people were asleep and the Bastion was pretty much quiet as a mouse, it was safe to say he was still being pretty loud.
He might also currently be heading over to the Onsen because it looked interesting and he'd been meaning to see what all the fuss was about. Probably not the best idea considering how roaringly blitzed he was. Someone should probably stop him.]
Open: Open
When: Day 223 (Late Night)
Where: All over the Bastion
What: Raile's had a little too much to drink tonight.
Format: Whatever works for you!
Warnings: Vulgar Language, Combative Attitudes, General Drunk Shenanigans, Maybe some deeper seated anger issues.
[Well, if this wasn't something new to behold. Usually Raile kept his drinking to the point where he could curl up alone with his own thoughts, but tonight...was a little different. He was splendidly drunk, wobbling in off the Skyway with half a song on his lip and the other covered by muttered cursing before he drowned it out with more booze.
To his credit, he wasn't making that much a ruckus, but considering it was the time of night where most people were asleep and the Bastion was pretty much quiet as a mouse, it was safe to say he was still being pretty loud.
He might also currently be heading over to the Onsen because it looked interesting and he'd been meaning to see what all the fuss was about. Probably not the best idea considering how roaringly blitzed he was. Someone should probably stop him.]
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Are you sure you should be standin' around askin' me questions like that? You still look like you're gonna fall over any second.
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[Whether he meant that as a literal translation of falling in off the wind currents or his tendency to faceplant, the world may never know.]
'S an important question though...I mean...like...is it magic?
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[Raile please.]
I'unno, here it might be? I think back home it was heated under the earth or somethin'. You'd be better off askin' some one else, though.
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[The small drunk man has a point. Unless he fell on a sharp rock, cut his butt open and got another infection. What were the odds of that though?]
...Magic huh...guess what they said 'bout magic on the wall weren't all true after all.
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[Strong. But squishy. Squishy people can get hurt lots of different ways.]
Eh?
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[Well...go figure, one point for past him, it was a weird feeling of vindication.]
Go figure, eh?
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[You're asking a demon from an entirely different world about magic, Raile. Of course she's going to stare at you in utter confusion.]