Madoka Posted January 20, 2006 Report Posted January 20, 2006 (edited) The crackling of the fire in the pub seemed unnaturally loud, but perhaps that was due to the sudden silence that befell the room as the doors crashed open, bringing in with it the chilling breeze of winter. The cold wind howled in, flakes of snow fluttering through the entryway and settling down on any wooden surface in droplets of water. A wooden keg, banded in Metalium steel, bounced down the short steps and rolled with a loud groan across the floor to the bar, where it was stopped by a chair. Metalshod footsteps sounded down the stone steps outside as a short samurai entered, her cloak drawn up around her face. Shivering slightly, she quickly closed the tavern's door, blocking out the frigid air. Turning around, she calmly shrugged off her cloak and ran a hand through her long, raven-colored hair. Her brown eyes sparkled merrily as she took in everyone, beaming at old faces and greeting new ones. Striding over to the keg, she righted it and heaved it on the bar top before unsheathing her murasame and deftly cutting a hole. The light of the fire played across her features. The corner of her eyes had gained some new wrinkles, but her eyes still shone, and her warm smile was still the same. The long lost samurai of old produced a flask and filled it with sake. Raising it to the air, she toasted her old friends. "Ohisashiburi mina-san! Tadaima!!" Madoka smiled happily. "Shinnen akemashite omedetou gozaimasu!! Happy new year to all, and here's to you! I hope everyone has been well, and I hope this new year will bring even more joy and happiness to all!" Edited January 20, 2006 by Madoka
Peredhil Posted January 20, 2006 Report Posted January 20, 2006 Peredhil zips through, pausing to bow deeply and then enthusiastically hugging Madoka-chan, then shooting away again after Real Life.
Nimornril Posted January 20, 2006 Report Posted January 20, 2006 From a corner a silent character watches, from deep inside the hooded cloak. A mug is raised in silent greeting and then drained. Perhaps a smile can be guessed from within the hood, but soon he returns to his idle lurking in the corner.
Sweetcherrie Posted January 20, 2006 Report Posted January 20, 2006 Sweetcherrie looks up from paperwork she's doing at the bar, and nods with a smile before returning to the enormous pile of work in front of her.
Lord Panther Posted January 20, 2006 Report Posted January 20, 2006 Also raising his glass to his long time friend, Panther too toasts with Madoka. Glad to see her return, a broad smile covers his face. Walking up to her, smile still plastered on his face, Panther bows deeply to his samaurai companion. "Good to see you, old friend!"
Gyrfalcon Posted January 20, 2006 Report Posted January 20, 2006 Hello, Madoka... thank you for the New Year wishes, and I hope the same to you. Otherwise, how's life been in your corner of the world? *notes the time and runs after Real Life as well, joining the crowd chasing it!*
Quincunx Posted January 21, 2006 Report Posted January 21, 2006 Tzimfemme's skin prickled from the cold wind, and she gulped an extra mouthful of hot chocolate (made from a melted-down Iuz figurine, tonight, dark and probably hazardous to long-term health) to relax herself. However, the longer she watched the aftermath of that wind, and the increasing number of people charging along after an imperceptible goal, the chills came back. She leaned over to the next table. "You don't in any way, shape, or form see a Nimball near the front of that crowd, do you?" "No. . ." Sweetcherrie said, after weighting down the stacks with her hand and looking around. The naked mage slumped a little as her muscles untensed. "Phew," she commented, while Sweetcherrie let go of the papers and they sprang back up to wall her in. The race was circling in tighter turns now as people pursued commitments that pursued them, whipping in and out of Pen reality--the sort of breach which, combined with something as destabilizing as a Nimball game, could have blown more than just the 'net to wriggling smithereens. Well, there were other destabilizing choices at hand, and Tzimfemme had been out of the anarchy business far too long. She lofted the mug of hot chocolate and strutted in the wake of the chase, shouting "KENA!" and slopping chocolate over nearby people, and dipping her free hand in and out of the tiny, weak cracks in Pen reality that followed this circle. . . Tumble dryers were blamed for most of the later clothing loss.
Wyvern Posted January 22, 2006 Report Posted January 22, 2006 Wyvern licks a hint of melted chocolate from his snout and flashes a large grin of razor-sharp teeth in Madoka's direction. The overgrown lizard wipes a snowflake from his horns, then reaches to remove the Almost Dragonic Brand Miniphones near the crackling fireplace in the hopes of turning down the sound of the burning wood. The two tiny metallic devices explode in a storm of sparks just as the lizard touches them, and a loud screech of static causes the metallium steel of the sake jug to tremble. Wyvern cringes until the deafening sound fades, then resumes his smile and spreads his scaly arms. "Madoka!" Wyvern dodges a pair of leather pants tossed by Tzimfemme as he makes his way towards the famous samura. A pair of underwear is caught on the lizard's right horn, but goes unnoticed. "Great to see you around these parts again, hope ya had an excccellent year." Wyvern swoops up two glasses of sake, then notices the melted snow at Madoka's feet. He frowns for a moment and pokes at it with his tail to make sure it's real, then lets out a shudder. "Are you ssstill cold at all, Madoka? Cus, y'know, I could get you a nice warm fleece-" Wyvern's head stiffens as he watches Madoka's hand go for the hilt of her murasame. "I-I mean a soft woolen sweat-" Wyvern's eyes widen as Madoka's hand clutches the hilt. "Err, s-sorry, I meant a cozy sheepski-" Wyvern drops his sake glass and dives under Sweetcherrie's seat as Madoka unseaths her blade. The samurai raises a brow at the lizard, then shrugs and shakes her head. She turns towards Nimornril and points at the lizard's poor hiding place. "I was just going to remove those silly boxer shorts from his head." Madoka sheaths her murasame. "Hmph." "Weird." Nimornril takes a long sip of sake and shakes his head. "Maybe boxer short hats are the next big reptilian fashion trend?" ;-)
Zadown Posted January 22, 2006 Report Posted January 22, 2006 "KENA!" Zadown of Old raised a glass of cider towards Madoka and drained most of it in one go, winked to his old friend. "Happy new year to ye as well, Madoka-san."
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