Seated at a grand table, but alone so far, is Aziz. He steadily sips at his third...or was it fourth glass of ale and considers going for wine. This is when he is joined by another man, who clumsily hauls his mug and slumps upon the neighouring chair.
Said man has a most intriguing and intimidating appearance, with not a scrap of skin visible. They're covered from head to toe in green leather and plated armour, and even going so far as to conceal their lower face with a grotesque mask. To top it off, a rice hat rests on their head, making yellow eyes and a glimpse of silver hair their only visible features.
They place the mug of ale down on the table and give a cursory glance from side to side, then lean in towards Aziz, whispering, "... Hey buddy, I heard you were a farmer."
Their voice is neither warm nor cold, and neither high nor deep; it's hard to distinguish if there is any deeper meaning to their words.
Aziz finishes off his ale and gives the man a look. "Yeah I'm a farmer. Just yesterday I cultivated your mother." He replies with a hearty and mocking laugh.
The armoured man slams their fist onto the table, shaking the half-finished pint of ale. "Mate," he says, in the same tone as before, "I will fuck you up."[7:37 PM] Spriter: DAMN SON
[7:37 PM] Flan: jesus christ
[7:37 PM] Flan: now I can't even tell my joke
[7:38 PM] Deadliar: rekt so hard
Aziz acts out a wise smile."One must question his sought goal, and avoid delusions."
after a break of few seconds, he continues. "You think you seek to fuck me up. But really, you might be seeking to get fucked!"
Aziz 's face contorts like slime in a wide grin.
A few of the surrounding customers hear this and cheer.
[7:41 PM] Flan: now I need to think of a witty comeback
[7:41 PM] Flan: fuck
[7:41 PM] Flan: shit
[7:41 PM] Flan: uuuh
[7:42 PM] Flan: 5 hours later
[7:43 PM] Spriter: dude can you move it along
[7:43 PM] Spriter: i'm all out of time cards
[7:44 PM] Flan: i cant think of a good insult fuck
Snorting, the man responds with a tinge of anger, "Projecting your own desires onto others, when a woman would sooner fuck the swine on your lands than someone with a face like yours?"
Aziz slams his fists upon the table. "How dare you!" flames rise in his eyes. A moment later he clumsily signals for two drinks. "You wanna fight me, lad?"
Aziz: "Let's fight...by booze."
Fire blazes in the eyes of the man. In a single motion, he pulls his mug of ale from the table and finishes it off in one swig, slamming it back onto the table after.
"You're on, pigface."
The bartender himself, loving these "fights" , cheers. The bar quiets down in noise and unifies with his cheer in moments. Drinks are served with more waiting.
Aziz grabs both his new mug and the man's , instantly emptying them both in the slyest of grins. "Pretty sure you're down, boogyboy."
[8:08 PM] Flan: perfect
[8:09 PM] Flan: holy shit
[8:10 PM] Flan: HOW CAN I CONTEND WITH THIS
[8:10 PM] Flan: jesus christ
[8:10 PM] ShadowSpectre: mmx 3: flan 0
[8:11 PM] Spriter: mmx is fucking destroying flan
[8:11 PM] Spriter: i love this
[8:11 PM] Flan: this
[8:11 PM] Flan: yeah
[8:11 PM] Flan: he really is
The man says nothing, one of his hands clenching into a fist in anger. After a few moments of respite, he signals for three drinks, then changes to four quickly after.
Aziz winks to the bartender, he quickly runs off with a smile on his face.
He shortly returns with a small barrel and places it before Aziz, who clasps his hands.
Aziz: "You're up first." Aziz simply says, stretching syllables.
The crowd is going wild.
The bartender returns with a set of four drinks, as requested. The moment they hit the table, Aziz is already feasting upon the barrel with surprising elegance.
Aziz puts down the barrel and passes it to the man.
Aziz: "You're up" He says.
Yin closes their eyes for a second, calming himself with the thought that Aziz' slurred speech and clumsy actions are a sign of his soon-to-be intoxication, then downing the four drinks in the same time it took Aziz to down two.
Aziz is staring at the man expectantly.
The man takes the barrel, but wary of Aziz' antics takes a peek inside first. The fucker might have downed the whole lot.
A single drop shimmers within.
[8:12 PM] Flan: 20:10 - Flan: The bartender himself, loving these "fights" , cheers. The bar quiets down in noise and unifies with his cheer in moments. Drinks are served with more waiting.
Aziz grabs both his new mug and the man's , instantly emptying them both in the slyest of grins. "Pretty sure you're down, boogyboy."
20:10 - Flan: HOW CAN I CONTEND WITH THIS
20:11 - PureQuestion: is that mmx
20:11 - Flan: mmx is aziz
20:11 - PureQuestion: i refuse to believe
20:11 - PureQuestion: mmx isn't supposed to be able to type
[8:12 PM] Spriter: BELIEVE IT
[8:13 PM] Flan: OH MY GOD
[8:13 PM] Flan: DID I JUST GET FUCKED
[8:13 PM] Flan: oh man
[8:13 PM] Spriter: HAHAHAHAHAHA
[8:13 PM] ShadowSpectre: mmx: 4, flan 0
Yin instantly tosses the near empty barrel at Aziz with full force.
The crowd gathers around Aziz, who is barely sitting by now. One of the crowd who leaned far too much on the table is hit by the barrel.
The crowd rises up and grabs the strange man roughly at this.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" people shout angrily.
Aziz gives the man a mean look. "Quite dishonourable..." He stutters.
People begin punching them in the face.
The barman is trying to calm the mob, but to no avail.
Aziz slithers down below the table, a grin still on his face. Experience has taught him this is the best course of action.
A massive armoured figure suddenly slams a spearlike weapon into the ground through the table, resulting in a massive smashing crack.
The crowd is silence. The armoured figure appeared out of nowhere; the barman is terrified but holding his breath in anticipation.
"Right," the deep, echoey voice from within the helmet rasps. "Put the stupid shit down."
Aziz immediately gets up from beneath the table, his grin gone.
Yin pushes their way through the brawling mob, brushing off any blows that come his way. He completely ignores the armoured figure as he heads for the exit, not in the mood to deal with any more shit right now.
Aziz glances at the man. Then at the escaping Yin. Then at the armored man again. With a wink to the bartender he laso heads for the exit...barely walking however.
Malakai the Glaive removes the weapon from the ground and nods at the barman, returning to his corner. The crowd is at a loss for what to do.
It takes around thirty seconds for someone to realize Aziz is outside of the bar. The crowd begins rushing to the exit to see what the trickster will do next.
No fights break out, as if they were a single body.
Outside of the bar, Aziz yells at Yin. "Hey buddy! Catch" Before throwing a shimmering object at him. Aside from slightly sloppy drunken aim, it is not a violent throw and the object slowly heads for Yin.
Yin doesn't seem to move in any way, but the object halts in midair before their body and pivots round to their front, allowing the man to inspect the object.
It is a salt shaker.
[8:32 PM] Flan: YOU
[8:32 PM] Flan: MOTHER
[8:32 PM] Flan: FUCKER