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Edited by Nightmare Tune:
8/4/2020 3:01:25 PM
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Blaze’s Bar: Thunderous
Blaze’s Bar opens on a muggy rainy day. By the time everyone you get there, you start to hear thunder. Luckily, the bar is as warm as ever, with Fox and Blaze behind the bar, talking when they can.
[spoiler] Welcome to Blaze’s Bar! Now is probably when I should explain how this works. The bar is like any average one, with tables and the main bar itself, with some shadowy corners for people. You reply to this post with your location at the bar, and any other things you want to add, like your character’s thoughts. Then, you can go reply to other people’s threads if you want to talk to them. Blaze will come around to take your order eventually, including food and drink, but have fun!
Remember: You can also go onto other people’s threads to talk to them.[/spoiler]
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35 RepliesA woman is sitting against the railing of a nearby rooftop, looking very annoyed. “Ugh, this rain is going to ruin my hair.” With an annoyed groan, she glances around to see if anyone’s watching. Confident she was alone, she snaps her fingers, and the rain around her begins falling up instead of down, leaving her perfectly dry. “Well, that should help.” She said, looking up at the rising droplets of water. “But this is still such a drag. I’m sure Kimmy won’t mind if I head inside until the storm’s over.” She glances over the edge of the rooftop, and looks around. With an annoyed sigh, she reaches back and opens up an old cello case. Inside was a sniper rifle, loaded, and ready to fire. With a little but of tinkering, she detached the scope, and used it to look around. That’s when she saw Blaze’s Bar. “A miserable little pub out in the middle of nowhere?” She hastily threw the scope back in the case, and scooped it up as she stood. “Reminds me of home!” A few minutes later, she threw open the door, and took a seat at the counter, placing her cello case next to her. She placed her elbow on the counter, and rolled a golden coin through her fingers. “Hey, barkeep, you a gamblin’ man? How about a little wager?”
