The Drunken Bar Thread (Open)

Looking around the bar Barret could see lots on different races all intermingling together as if they were a big ol happy family. "this is really got to be the worst day to come into this join for a good beer and some time alone" grumbling to himself he looks back towards to barkeep "ill have another 2 beer and a bottle of whiskey barkeep."

When the young man didn't reply, Cru and Sin got fed up so they rose, and left.
They had had enough of this bar, it seemed almosteverybody in it wanted to be angry, and they just wanted to dance and have fun instead. Deciding they both needed some air, they finished their drinks and headed out the door.

(I'M NOT ALLOWED TO LEAVE, SO I'M BACK)

''Card games only get you so far buddy...''

Emblem had been working round and round, passing out drinks to everyone, but it was getting a little...much for him. And people seemed to be leaving, a pity...He liked to be busy, but there was a limit to everything. As he told Saitou how cards weren't usually a way to go in dancing bars like these, he realised something. Why not call in help?

''Come out and help would ya?''
''Did alcohol corrupt your system too much already?''
''On the contrary. I need a truckload more before that happens. It's time to work.''

Emblem quickly moved into a back door. He weaved his hands into the old Yevon Praise gesture, unleashing pyreflies: Summoning Aeon-Emblem. The Aeon looked battle-ready as always, but Emblem just smiled. As he would look like in a few minutes...he'd be Emblem's döppelganger, just with a little tougher skin and black hair. Perfect.

''Leave your staff here, get dressed. Clothes are over there, make sure you look great. The big dude wants his beers and whiskey bottle. Doesn't hurt to smile either.''

Without even trying to hear a remark, Emblem moved back to the bar to see the previously dancing woman call him for another Cactuar.

''My my, I thought you came back for me! I'm hurt.'' Said Emblem with a hardly contained smile and a overly fake heart-grab, as he looked up everything he needed in the meanwhile. He opened the cooling area and got out several tropical fruits. as he took out the knife to cut them and retrieve their juices, Aeon-Emblem walked out of the back.

''Raising a knife against me already?''

The Aeon looked pristine, with his hair perfectly tied, his skin almost unrecognizably human, clear blue eyes instead of Emblem's green ones (Surprisingly as his Aeon usually had no pupils.) and a perfect waiter outfit. Emblem chuckled as his Aeonic comrade grabbed a tray, two beer and a bottle of the best whiskey they had, before moving out to Barret. Emblem turned back to Telira and got one nice look in her clear green eyes as he talked.

''Oh, I'm sorry. Distractions..''

The drink itself went faster then usual. Retrieve the juices by squeezing them out of the sliced fruits, pour them in a shaker, some tequila, some of the shiny blue stuff, shake it real good...and out came a fine looking Cactuar drink.

''Well then, another success. But I do have to ask...where did you learn how to dance like that?''

Emblem hardly knew where they did learn to dance like that, what planet he was on, or what planet most of these people came from. Amusing to a certain extent though. Aeon-Emblem came back with an empty tray, but Emblem looked at him and his Aeon responded. Barret might liek it if he was presented a proper glass for the whiskey. A mistake easily made, but not too much of a big one.

Telira smiled and chuckled low at the question asked of her before taking a sip of the drink. It was just as delightful as the previous example, and for that she was glad. She'd never have the audacity to be doing or saying half these things without it.

"I'm not sure you'd believe me if I told you, but it was a dream." Her smile turned slightly self-depreciating as she tried to explain. "Dancers are common enough back where I come from, but I never actually learned the style that they used. In my dreams, though, it was another time, if the same place, and I had a..." she paused for a moment, making sure her voice was under control, "...a friend who taught me the moves and a few others that she never explained quite where she'd found them."

She smiled at him again. "Am I to understand that you liked my dancing?"

((OOC: Cru, get back in here! I was bringing in the fun, dangit!))



Shade delivered the second and third shot of tequila to coat her throat rather quickly as the patrons within the establishment continued their merriment or amusement. She spared no glance to anyone save for the solitary bottle sitting before her. Her placid expression much resembled one who was unaware of their surroundings, or the actions carried about around her. Even the music didn't lead her to flinch as normally loud sounds naturally irritated her. As she slowly poured the 4th shot, her throat was now eager for the drink after becoming numb to the burning sensation of the first few shots.

Meanwhile, a shuffled movement at the back of her neck revealed a small squirrel's head to poke out through her darkened mass of hair. Normally, his youthful curiosity would get the better of his actions the very moment Shade walked into the establishment, but animals also sensed human emotions much easier than other humans, and his summoner's current mood led Skittles to behave for once. It wasn't often he sensed her feeling sad, nor did he like it at all. Still, the ruckus of noise and chatter throughout the room was impossible for the squirrel to ignore. With his tiny nose twitching frantically by all the smells, he shuffled through Shade's hair against her neck to then position himself upon her shoulder and poke his head out again. Feeling Skittles awake and moving about, Shade drank her next shot more carefully so not to startle him off balance. Finally, she tilted her cheek against his multi colored fur without turning toward him. "Go play, little one..." She muttered with fondness in her tone. "No sense in you having to endure my mood." The small creature gave a faint squeak in response as she felt his excitement. This time, Shade did shift her face to lock her sternful gaze with his widened tawny hues. "Just don't... break...anything. I'm low on gil today." With a rapid nodding, Skittles replied with a cheerful ramble of chatter before leaping from her shoulder to carefully scamper about the floor between all the feet.

So many new faces and forms for him to learn! His excitement was barely containable! Skittles was so enthralled by the faces and activity, he wasn't paying much attention to where he was running until whack!, he ran smack into a very big boot! After toppling over, then regaining his composure, Skittles sniffed at the boot, then looked up very very high to see who it belonged to. After scampering around the feet of the individual, Skittles concentrated extremely hard, which led his magic to ignite. Suddenly, a flurry of wind encased his small form, then steadily grew as his body enlarged. Within seconds, his new transformation was complete and with a rather powerful gust, the winds disappeared to reveal Barret Wallace now standing directly next to the original Barret Wallace sitting at the bar. Skittles' now brown eyes were wide with expectation to be praised for his success as he stared right at Barret with a wide, open mouthed smile before erupting with wild squirrel chatter and hopping up and down with joy.

While watching from her shadowed corner booth, Shade realized she was going to need a few more bottles of vodka to get through this day.....

Giggling and talking to eachother Cru and Sin returned back into the bar.

"But he *was* cute!"

"you think anybody single and in pants is cute!"

"You say that like it's a bad thing..."

Laughing they went back to the bar, where Sin spotted of all things... a ....squirrel?
Making sure she was already so drunk that she was seeing things, she kept watching it ahile she nudged Cru heavily in the ribs, trying to get her attention.

"Owwww, goddamn it Sin, what's wrong?"

"Crrru; look,look,look! Tell me you also see the squirrrel, it's not all in my head is it?"
Pointing at the squirrel Sin watched the creature as it wasted no time running all over the floor as Cru also turned to look. No sooner had she turned to watch it, before it bumped into the foot of a big man, and wind... (wind indoors?) whipped around it, till it disappeared completely.

A few seconds later, there seemed to be a pair of twins standing there, but then one opened his mouth and squirrel chatter came out, causing both Cru and Sin to howl in laughter.

Taking the advice of the man, and losing the interest in the women, due to his unawareness of a delayed response, and now, on top of it all, a squirrel running around, Saitou decided to quickly pick up his cards and place them back in his kimono. Standing up to stretch his legs, he watched the on-goings, and the return of the two ladies who previously had exited only moments ago. Suddenly he noticed that the rather large man drinking away his sorrows, suddenly had a double standing next to him. Saitou raised an eyebrow at the situation, and couldn't help but smile at the situation. This evening was suddenly about to get better. He decided that in this rare occasion, he would indulge in one drink. Only the one though. There was no reason to indulge in more.

He walked up to the bar, paying minimal attention to the new set of twins, and ordered a shot of warm sake. Bowing his head to the bartender, he quickly took the drink and sipped it back careful not to spill any on himself. Suddenly a harsh realization came over him. He had no way to pay for the beverage. A flash of embarrassment washed over his face for a split second, before admitting his mistake. "Apologies, barkeep. In my haste I came to the realization that I have no form of coin to pay for my drink... I am incredibly embarrassed.". He stood at the barkeep, waiting for his form of punishment. Whether it be escorted out of the establishment, or to work off the debt. He had made an error and was prepared to redeem himself.

Upon hearing the words spoken by the individual who approached the bar, Skittles, still in his Barret form, turned and snatched the young man by his shoulders and squeaked cheerfully while bouncing up and down on the toes of his boots. He held up one finger to motion for the young man to wait, then did the same to the bartender before he shot off across the establishment after Shade.


She was just about to down her 6th shot when the Barret copy suddenly appeared at her side and snatched her up quick by the arm. Skittles never did take into consideration of the strength he acquired in whatever form he took, and so accidentally pulled on Shade a bit too roughly. This caused her to shout in alarm by the unexpected pull, and also led her to spill her drink when being led away. "Skittles! What the hell?"


Shade was brought to an abrupt stop where Skittles stood between her and the gil-less young man, so she had no clue he was standing behind the Barret form while Skittles chattered away with a pleading look in his eye. With a long, drawn out sigh, Shade dug into her pockets. She couldn't fault the little guy for wanting to help someone out. With a slam of her hand upon the bar table, she then slid it away to reveal 50 gil while glaring at her summons before turning back around and stalking slowly back to her booth to sit back down with a huff.


Skittles whipped back around to face the penniless young man and point to the money with a most happy expression and rapid nodding of his head. Then he skipped like a child back to the real Barret Wallace awaiting for his attention again

''Dancing, entertainment, good company.. I like a lot of things really. The fact that you learned through dreams however, is truly amazing.''

Emblem had a flash-thought how he managed to learn things through dreams as well, but that wasn't truly a dream. It was his body resting, and his Aeon coming out to play and help the body to evolve. It didn't count, not in the slightest. As much as he wanted to keep talking, he had to serve the silent man he had seen with cards before. He blinked at Telira before grabbing the sake. Not a minute later, the man realised he had no money.

''No worries.''

Emblem got himself a shot of the warm sake, before putting the bottle next to the tap. Still in close reach for Saitou, and he did probably do that with a reason. If Saitou did prefer another shot, he could get one. Emblem'd have one with him, most probably.

''I don't think they'll mind me giving out a little every now and again, I work for free...''

Whatever happened next was somewhat surprising. He had seen people look, but all he saw now was a big guy...and another identical big guy. The smoke was getting to his head or something? In any case, when it started to chitter weirdly, it ran to it's apparent owner and back, and Emblem nodded his head to the blackhaired female as he laid down some gil.

''Very kind ma'am, but really, I don't think you need to pay.''

But his words were turned to deaf ears as the woman already moved back to her booth. Emblem nodded to his Aeon to walk over to her and offer her any drink. Table bottle service was the best he could do. His Aeon mindlessly agreed and moved to Shade, as Emblem examined the coins. He moved them over to Saitou for him to look at as well.

''Do you know these coins? I only know Spiran Gil...''

He took one coin and bit in it, trying to bend it. It did not do so, making Emblem think they were quite real at the very least.

''Lucky benefactor you have, my friend.''

Emblem walked over to the music machine, and had a good look at it. It did seem like the interface from the Celsius. He pressed some buttons, and voila, a new song popped into play. He liked this one, it wasn't as heavy as he usually liked to listen too, but it might easy any of those grumpier souls left. Take it easy.

Song

Saitou politely bowed to the Barret clone and towards the woman who donated the gil to aid in the assistance of his bar tab. Although, a very kind gift, one he was reluctant to accept. But, alas, he had recieved goods without offering payment. Even when the kind bartender fabricated an excuse to prevent Saitou from paying, he simply shook his head.

"Thank you, but I consumed the beverage, therefore I must pay for it. It is the proper thing to do.", he said politely to the man behind the bar. He was very thankful for the woman and her donation, but his lifestyle required no money, and to keep such a gift would be selfish. He examined the coins when the barkeep made mention of them. His studies made him quite knowledgeable of the other worlds, and he easily recognized the coins.

"I aside you of their legitimacy. They are coins often used in Esther City.", he replied, as he held one of the coins up, only to put it down with the others and slide the bulk of the currency towards the man.

"Take what is required for the payment of my drink, then be sure the coins are returned to the kind woman who donate them to me. Or at least use them to cover her own expenses this evening.". Nodding to the man before he made his way to the music machine. Turning around and leaning on the bar, he looked towards the woman in her corner and gave her a polite headbow, an a small smile.

After downing his bottle of whiskey Barret thought he was hearing things as he could swear that there was a squirrel inside the bar behind him chattering to get his attention. Thinking he was hearing things cause of the whiskey he ignored it and it went way but moments later is was back again and louder then before. Maybe it was some young punk doing it to annoy him. "Alright that's it your asking for it punk!" Getting up and turning around getting ready to sock the annoying brat all but good Barret come face to face with a clone of himself "Whoa! who put this mirror here..." noticing that there was no mirror in front of him barest fell back down on his stool "holy crap! i gotta start drinking lighter, this is ridiculous now I'm seeing things!" Shaking his his and slapping his face to wake up Barret still was seeing his clone standing there in front of him. "i must be drunker then i thought i was to start with cause I'm still seeing my clone looking back at me." confused by what was happening Barret decided to just go with it cause he would wake up in the morning and realize that it was just the whiskey playing tricks on his mind. Inviting his clone to sit down beside him at the bar he looked to the barkeep and order two of the strongest drinks that he had, then looked over to his clone "well my freind tonight we dine in hell! hahaha, no I'm kidding we wont be dinning but we will be getting drunk!"

Raven waltzed into the bar already drunk. He had just had a bullet taken out of his butt from a training accident and all they had to dull the pain was whiskey. So He drank that. After finishing the second bottle, the bullet was removed and Raven was free to go. He stumbled through the streets until a police officer approached him. Raven saw about three of the man when he asked, "Is there an officer, Problem?" Raven kept a straight face for about three seconds before bursting into laughter in the man's face shouting, "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I ALWAYS WANTED TO SAY THAT!!!!

The officer didn't look too pleased about it and reached for his hand cuffs. Raven put his hands infront of him in mock surrender and waited for the officer to cuff him. But when the officer stepped in to cuff him, Raven stepped forward too. He grabbed the officer by the wrist and turned the cuffs on him. Raven twisted the cuffed wrist downwards and clamped the other cuff on the man's opposite ankle. Raven took a step back to inspect his handy work. The man was screaming at him as he hobbled towards Raven with his nightstick drawn in his free hand. Raven laughed harder at the sight and bolted for the nearest establishment.

He ran through the door and realized he was standing in a women's underwear store. He looked at the name of the store: Vicky's Secrets. RAven cocked his head to the side as he glanced at all the women staring at him. He shrugged and walked out the door saying, "It doesn't seem like she has many secrets anymore..." He walked past the hobbling officer who screammed at him as he passed and walked into the next place. This time it was a bar. He looked around the room and saw everyone was having a good time.

And then he saw it. Sitting in the corner was the grumpiest woman he had ever seen. Naturally he made a beeline for her yelling, "SHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" the whole way there.

Cypher continued to tap his foot to the music, tilting his head slightly as the drinks slowly continued to work through his system. He thought, for a brief moment, he heard a voice telling him to get up and stop with the self abuse, but not a soul was near him. He shook his head and killed off the last of his drink, before taking pause as he saw some sort of rodent running around.
Raises a slim eyebrow, he watched it continue to run, wandering where it came from, before chuckling as it ran straight into the large male. He stopped his chuckle though as he felt the breeze flow through the establishment, watching the rodent turn into a carbon copy of the gunman. Then it made some chirping noises. And for the first time in a long time, Cypher actually laughed. It was too much for him not to laugh. It actually surprised him, as his laugh sounded more like a bark at first, before turning into a jovial sound, reflecting his actual young age. Then the drunken man entered. And Cypher found himself laughing again as he leaned back on his chair, shaking his head and remembering what it was like to be human again, not just a being that existed, but someone who could enjoy such small things. It might be something small to others, and he might seem a bit crazed, as he was still laughing, though not as loudly, but it was something that seemed to break the dark weight he had been carrying. Perhaps this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

As a young man nearly knocked the both of them over when he came in, Crucent followed him with her eyes, glaring a little, until she saw who he ran over to, then a big smile emerged on her lips.

"Hey, Sin, can you get me another drink then join me at that table in the corner over there?

Nodding the Mithra made her way over to the bar and ordered two drinks as Cru went after the man, and stood by the table, looking down on the person sitting there.

"Hi Shade, Can me and my friend join you guys?"

Emblem laughed at that one individual that came in. He knew that man. They had travelled through Spira together. That trip was one to remember. Luca never had a bigger party in that time a year, but they made one together.

Furthermore, he seemed to be quite happy, and was dedicated to shine that drunken happiness on one ofthe more...down to earth customers Emblem had this evening. As he polished his big pint, his grin got bigger and bigger. Then, a Mithran came to ask him for drinks.

''Why hello miss. How can I help you?

Astoundingly, it was Aeon-Emblem asking her, his clear blue eyes actually fooling Emblem for seconds that his face showed true interest. Maybe he was more drun kthen he imagined, but he was sure he wasn't...then Aeon-Emblem apparently liked doing what he did. As his Aeon nodded, Emblem popped out of it and all he heard was his Aeon was goign to deliver a few drinks to their table.

As Shade sat back down in her booth of seclusion grumbling about Guardian Forces and their worth, or lack there of, ....she already had the vodka bottle tipped to her shot glass and ready to drown the last of her bothersome memories when suddenly, she heard it.....

That voice....

No... She wasn't even going to look up. If she didn't make eye contact, maybe it wasn't really there. While closing her eyes just to be safe, Shade mentally pleaded for whatever deity would hear her that the voice wasn't real. Let it be a figment of her drunken imagination. But then one eye slowly squinted open, and even through her hazy vision, she knew that face for who it was.

Raven

The one thorn in her side that trudged her through more trouble and misshapen chaos of destruction then she ever cared to remember.... and by the sound of her name being drawn out in such a straining tone only cinched the fact that he was indeed there and already intoxicated. Without lifting her head, only her steel grey hues raised up to watch him stagger as he approached when yet another familiar voice called out to her. This time, Shade turned her head and was quite surprised to find the Elvaan acquaintance here, but her companion was unfamiliar to her.

Her last thought before all of them reached her was.... 'Do I have a choice?' Still, Shade slid over in her booth seat to give them room to sit.



Meanwhile........

Skittles was rather delighted by Barret's reaction! It meant his attempts were successful if the original version seemed pleased by what they saw. Before making another move, Skittles heard laughter from somewhere in the room and proceeded to point at the stranger and to try and copy the sound. Unfortunately, his vocal cord still haven't developed enough to copy sounds as his body could with forms, so he sounded more like chipmunk recording played on a broken record. But Skittles was none to ever be embarrassed about anything.... So he moved for his next objective and as Barret sat back down, Skittles snatched his wallet and began to thumb through it with some soft chattering until he squealed and hopped about again by the familiar faces he found!

He knew Cloud! And Tifa especially, since his very own brother was her own pet! In his excitement, Skittles proved his knowledge by transforming again. The same winds as before came around him as he shifted his form again until he now looked exactly like Tifa and taking Barret's arm to jump up and down excitedly. Once he knew he had Barret's attention, Skittles then went into his mad whirl spin to then stop and now look identical to Cloud Strife. He chattered away like mad, and even turned to bartender when hearing his comments about the gil being foreign to try and explain their origins, but once again, no matter how much he looked like Cloud, he simply sounded like a raging chipmunk.

Out of his frustrations, Skittles grabbed the nearest drink on the bar table and guzzled it down to look like he fit in. Shade always instructed him that he also had to learn behavior to pull off looking just like someone....

Then his eyes suddenly bulged... he released a horrible hacking sound that echoed above the music... the glass in his hand fell to floor and shattered.... and his body slowly keeled over like a falling tree until his back slammed against the floor, leaving the poor Cloud copy to stare unblinking at the ceiling as if he were in a coma.

Laughing a little at Shades comment, Crucent sat down next to her.
"Yes, you do have a choise, but if you had said no, we would have ignored it entirely, and sat down anyway."

The Mithra woman slid in beside Crucent again and handing her a drink turned to Shade and said "A pleasurrre to meet you, my name is SinSiew, I'm an old frrriend of Crru's, Call me Sin."

"Who is the lookalike who just passed out? a friend of yours Shade?"

Telira chuckled low at Emblem's amazement over how she'd learned to dance.

"It's a bit more complicated than simply night-born imaginings, though. See, my friends and I pretty well walked to our destruction to save our world. Time was fouled up and knotted in a loop and it was going to go on like that forever, an endless loop without beginning or end. We were called forward to end that loop... but in doing so we erased ourselves."

Her expression saddened as she remembered the faces of her friends, even though she still was at a loss for their names. And that hurt because she knew how dear they were to her.

"I'm actually amazed that I'm still around, but for the longest time I could only remember what happened in my dreams. That's changing, now, but it's a really slow, frustrating process."

She took a deep breath and pushed a smile back onto her face and took a long sip of the drink in her hand. "But one thing I learned well is that those who save the world can do anything they want, and right now I want to dance and have fun... and who knows what could happen later?"

The music was still thrumming through her veins and she rather liked the feeling.

Being caught of guard by the events unfolding as his carbon copy changed yet again to become tifa "Hey tifa when did you ...." but before he could say anything else tifa turned into cloud. Rubbing his eyes to make sure he was seeing things "He spiky were the hell did you come from and were did tifa go?" heavily confused by what is going on Barret grabbed his drink and drank what was left of it just as the copy of cloud did before collapsing on the ground "I knew you were a lightweight spiky but this is ridiculous! Come on get you spiky haired rear up you embarrassing yourself with all these girls present!" Waiting a moment and still no response Barret then realized that the cloud copy was unconscious. Turning around Barret ordered a large glass of whiskey and a think of hot sauce from the barkeep. Mixing the two together he then turned back to the cloud copy and kneed down lifting his head up on an angle "Well spiky your gonna hate me for this in the morning but if this shit don't wake you from your beauty sleep then you have got stronger guts then most men." Pouring the whiskey and hot sauce combo into the mouth of the cloud copy Barret step back putting the glass on the bar and then moved the body of the cloud copy so it was sitting against the bar on the floor and then waiting for a reaction to the drink that was poured down its throat.

Cypher continued to people watch, laughing slightly as the original man gave his clone another shot of something that would probably put the poor squirrel creature in even more torture. He shook his head before leaning back in the seat and closing his eyes. He wasn’t falling asleep, but he was simply enjoying the moment…that was, until the door busted in.
“Oy, there ya are, ya sorry excuse for a Captain!” the voice rang out through the bar as the figure moved quickly forward, slamming a paw into the table and leaning over it, getting right up in Cypher’s face.
“’Be quick and get what you need, we’re taking off in two hours, make sure not to be late, be sure to be prepared’…Sound familiar oh Captain?!” The man hissed, his fangs slightly bared. It was a male Mithra, dressed in an open jacket and black pants, his tail slightly puffed up from his agitated status.
Cypher simply stared up at the feline and blinked once or twice. “Yes…that is what was said…except replace two hours with two days and you have it right,” Cypher said.
“Two…two days…” and with that, the feline collapsed on the table. “Oh, you miserable bastarrrd, you know damn well you said two hours…” he growled before getting back up off the table.
“Perhaps I did…what it matters; I’m not the Captain…”
“Like hell you’re not, you won; you’re the Captain, now deal with it!” The feline said before crossing his arms. To anyone that was listening, yes, they were actually fighting about who was Captain.
“Dammit Gohrick, I came here to unwind…Do you mind?” Cypher asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
“Of course not, thought you would neverrr ask, I would love to join you for a drink,” he said with a smirk, knowing it was getting under the blue hair’s skin. He turned and walked towards the bar, asking for a drink with some kick in it, as well as one for the mopey Captain in the corner booth.

Shade gave Crucent and her friend a nod in greeting, while trying to endure Raven joining them as well. She had noticed Skittles antics and taking a drink of alcohol for himself, but gave it no thought of concern since it knocked him right out. Pretty much saved Shade from having to keep an eye on him for awhile. "Not so much a friend, Crucent," Shade replied while slumping the side of her head against the palm of her hand and watching the reaction Skittles was getting from people. "He's a summons in training. Called a "gift" from one Bernhardt Rhodes, but I more or less think it was a gag gift at times..." She took another shot after that, but as she lowered her shot glass, it was then she heard the burly gunner's drink request and in her tipsy mind, her steel gray eyes widened with sudden realization....


Shade suddenly climbed onto her table to clumsily crawl across it and shout "No!" like a broken record, but the music was too loud for her to be heard. By the time she stumbled and scrambled across the floor, much less gracefully than she would had she been sober, Barret already had the drink down Skittles throat. Shade dived and fell on her knees to grab his arm, but it was too late, and as she stared down at the Cloud copy, it was if the room got deathly silent. "I would suggest...everybody.... move back....very very very far back...." Her whisper may only been heard by Barret alone, but still, she tugged at his arm to get him to move before all hell broke loose.


Within seconds.... the winds started to pick up. Skittles teal mako eyes shot wide open and his Cloud body lurched forward and made the most ungodly hack sound Shade had ever heard, as if a hairball the size of a softball were stuck in his throat. The winds whipped wildly about; not just around Skittles, but through the entire establishment, knocking down small things and swaying the pictures and plaques about on the walls. Cloud's body suddenly went into a tornado spin with high pitch squeals and squirrel chatter that could almost deafen one's ears. Through the entire chaotic scene, Shade decided her best option right now would be to just scoot backwards across the floor and find some where to drown herself until she threw up. This was not going to bode well, and no doubt, she was going to have a huge repair bill to pay in the end.


After several second of the tornado transformation, Skittles came to an abrupt stop, which also caused the fanatical winds to come to a complete stand still as well. He was now high in the air, with his head nearly touching the ceiling and looking like a crazed Sephiroth floating in air and coughing his poor lungs out. Watery eyes bulged as small puffs of smoke escaped his mouth, then suddenly he fell to heap upon the floor. He quickly rolled over and sat up, looking wildly around being totally cluless as to what just happened. It was then he noticed a new individual who had...of all things... a tail and furry ears on his head! Just like himself! What a new form to learn! He had to try!


In one leap, Skittles was now on his feet, looking every inch as intimidating as the real Sephiroth, save for the youthful expression of pure excitement all over his face. With his squirrel chatter of glee, he soared straight through air with his single ebony wing stretched out and his arms open wide until he slammed into the new comer at the bar. Little did Skittles pay attention, or think ahead, for now the pair were soaring across the room until they crashed right through the bar's wide window to then roll across the ground. This didn't seem to phase Skittles much, for he still had the poor Mithra snuggled tightly in his arms while now on his feet and twirling the stranger around in circles.


Meanwhile, Shade sat on the floor watching the whole ordeal with her back against the wall behind the bar table. Looking up at the barkeep, she gave a woeful sigh. "I'll pay for that, too. Just give me the strongest thing you got right now to put me out of my misery..."

Gohrick had just gotten the drinks when the winds started to pick up. He turned his head and locked his blue eyes on the being causing all of these winds, then looked at the woman who had mentioned something about standing back. He tilted his head slightly, before taking a few cautionary steps back towards the table, drinks in his hands.

Cypher was watching all this with a small smile on his lips, this already being the second time, and unlike his companion, didn’t have super hearing, and thus didn’t hear the warning, though he was surprised to see the woman crawling and making every effort to get over to the larger male before the drink was poured.

Gohrick continued to make his way towards the table, before wincing from the high frequency noises the man was making. He closed his eyes for a moment, before opening them back up and seeing a floating man with a black wing and long silver hair. He paused and raised an eyebrow, before shaking his head and turning back to the table. And that was the worst time to do so.

“Here’s your drink Cy-“and with that, he was gone. The drink hung in the air for a moment as Cypher grabbed for it, before hearing a very loud thud and some cries from walking patrons outside. He turned to his right, seeing the hole, before turning to his left back towards the woman who was clearly going to be paying for damages. He stared back at the hole, and then chuckled slightly.

“Huh…I guess there is still some higher powers up there after all who grant requests,” he said with a laugh, before taking a sip of the drink. Mmm…that was good.

Gohrick wasn’t as entertained as he went flying through the window, being held tightly to some random guy’s chest as they landed and rolled around on the ground. He was still holding the now empty glass and was staring up at the night sky that was slightly covered by wisps of silver hair. There were a few gasps from walking patrons and someone mentioned something about calling for help, but no one even seemed much to move away from the, he would guess, interesting looking scene.

“I wasn’t aware I had such a dedicated fan…” he muttered, before turning his head and staring up at him. He blinked a few times, staring up at that intimidating, but childish looking face. Just what the hell was going on? “Now…just who in the forsaken hells are ya?” he muttered, before closing his eyes and willing the world to stop turning so much.

The blast of wind from Skittles sudden transformation caused several of the patrons in the bar to get shoved away from him, and Telira was pushed back as well, out of Soren's sight as he suddenly looked up and realized that he didn't know where she'd gotten to.

The dwarven man could have cursed in five languages when he looked around and couldn't see Telira's distinctive red clothing or her white hair. The only white-haired person he could see was that bartender guy she'd been chatting up. He hadn't seemed like a threat, or someone who would take undo advantage of her, so he hadn't tried to direct her away from him.

Damnit, he was here to protect her.

He stood to try to find her, but the commotion surrounding the shape-changing... whatever it was, meant that he was caught in a crowd of people much taller than he was and who wouldn't get out of his way.

That was when he heard the sound of shattering glass as the two sailed through the window and he groaned. He'd lost Telira and he had no idea where to even start looking for her, but he had to try.

But first he really needed to make sure the poor Mithra wasn't being taken unfair advantage of himself, so Soren walked over to the door and looked out at the two, the shapechanger was twirling the other boy around like he was some sort of toy... "Are you two alright? You need some help there?"

Raven watched it all unfold around him without knowing what was going on. He knew he was in a bar and that everyone was having a good time, but other than that he had no clue. He didn't even realize Shade had moved away from him until he saw her sitting propped up against the wall, shaking her head. Raven looked at the two that she had left at the table with him. He recognized one of them, but couldn't remember where from. He grinned like a kid in a candy store before jumping up and shouting across the room, "THANKS SHADE!!!!!"

He slid back down into his seat and once again grinned at the two sitting across from him. "Heeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllllloooooooo, Ladies. I'm names, what would be your Raven?" He looked back and forth between the two, trying to realize why two groups of triplets were all interested in Shade. Shade was no fun, she always kept her head tightly wrapped around her ideals and the mission at hand, never taking a moment to relax. These girls looked like they were quite fun. Especially, the three that looked like cats.

Wait...

HOLY PUCKER NUTS! Ladies, do you realize you look like cats?!?!?!" Raven practically leapt across the table to softly pet the girl's hair. He was never much of a cat person, but he could tolerate them. Besides, other cats didn't look half this good.

He glanced over to the other set of triplets and realized he did remember where he knew her from. "CRU! You never mentioned you had sisters! He glanced at the imaginary copies of Cru to both sides of her, even winking at one of them. Oh yes, this was gonna be a fun night.

Laughing at the VERY drunk young man, Sin leaned into him and purred "Hello Rrraven, yes, I am awarrre that I am a catperrrson, or a Mithrrrran as my rrrace is called. My name is SinSiew, but my frrriends call me Sin... " gazing into his eyes, batting her long black eyelashes rapidly and showing off her green eyes, she murmured softly at him "...would you like to be my frrriend as well?"

Observing the two, Crucent just smiled and shook her head then said "I don't have sisters thats why. Your just drunk hon" giggling a little she took another sip of her drink as she suddenly discovered Shade was no longer by the table at all, but sat on the floor instead. Getting unsteadily to her feet, she walked over to her and squatted down. "Why are you on the floor? come back to the table instead, and i'll buy you a drink."