Crimson Crescent [Villains Pub RP Thread]

[Flyg0n]

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How the envelope finds you is a mystery. Somehow, no matter who you are, or where you live, it finds you. In your mailbox, on your desk, inside your nest, or perhaps it simply drops from the sky.

Even more oddly, your name is on it. Yet there’s no indication who sent it. Inside the envelope is a fancy embellished pin in the shape of a gold and red moon. The note that comes with it is short:

‘Join us at the Crimson Crescent. To enter, touch the artifice and speak the word: Lunaris’​

There is nothing else in the envelope. Whether curious, afraid or filled with righteous indignation, at some point you simply cannot resist trying. So you hold the badge and speak the word, and the world around you melts away, and for a moment you are floating, your vision a web of strange white lines.

And then you are once more back on solid ground in the strangest place.

To some, you recognize it as a bar or a pub. A place to gather and drink and be merry. Quite a large bar too. The aesthetic feels both modern and ancient, timeless and cozy; blending wood and stone and tech. Its filled with tables and chairs for all sizes. At the far side of the bar, behind the large counter, a shining blood red Lunala floats, its piercing gaze seemingly cutting right through you. Behind it are shelves of bottles filled with colorful liquids and beyond that, a kitchen where delightful aromas drift from.

If you approach, they address you with an oddly soft, melodious voice, yet one that seems to carry an edge. “Welcome to the Crimson Crescent.” Seemingly anticipating a question, she continues. “This place is my private domain. Here you are safe to speak and be as you please, without moral judgment. You may stay as long as you like, providing you abide by the rules. When you are ready to return home, you must simply speak the word again, and you will return as if only a moment had passed.” She dips her head and turns to gesture with one wing to a sign above the bar.

1. Do not destroy the property
2. Resurrecting people is annoying. Don’t murder anyone.
3. Clean up after yourself. Or else.
4. Tip well. Or Else.

“Please, enjoy your stay, and do not hesitate to call for me if you are interested in our refreshements.”

Fascinating.... Well, you might as well check this place out.

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[Sinderella]

Florent was no stranger to strange artifacts. He found home in relics of an ominous nature, so receiving the letter was more of a minor thrill than a point of confusion, or even dread. Not to mention, the combination of red and gold in the seal was a selection fit for a king; that alone had him intrigued. Though he was admittedly unfamiliar with the singular spell he was invited to recite, he supposed leaving it all up to chance would be part of the strange fun. So, with his deadly partners on hand, he chanted the single word, and was surprised to find himself in a bar.

Off the bat, he could confidently say he liked the aesthetic. It wasn't so far off how he had so meticulously styled Elysium. Yes, this was already looking like it was going to be a splendid trip...wherever he was. He supposed he'd figure it out as he went along. There wasn't much to fear when he had a god in his pocket.

The presence of the oddly colored Lunala set him into an instant jolly mood, though it was brought back down to size upon seeing the bar seemed rather empty. Had he arrived too late, or was he simply early? The latter rang better within him, so that's what he decided to go with. He hadn't gotten the letter that long ago, so unless time functioned differently in this new space, he couldn't have been that far behind. As that Lunala greeted him, he returned the gesture with a single polite nod. That was also when he noticed the clearly written rules on the wall, and they caused him to chuckle. Curt, but, guidelines he could follow nonetheless. Well, number two might have room for some negotiation if any future patron decided he was worth the time to meddle with. But that would be a problem for his future self.

For his current self, however, there was nothing else to do but request a cup of tea. So he found a seat at the bar, and did exactly that.

 

[Flyg0n]

Florent was no stranger to strange artifacts. He found home in relics of a more ominous nature, so receiving the letter was more of a minor thrill than a point of confusion, or even dread. Not to mention, the combination of red and gold in the seal was a selection fit for a king; that alone had him intrigued. Though he was admittedly unfamiliar with the singular spell he was invited to recite, he supposed leaving it all up to chance would be part of the strange fun. So, with his deadly partners on hand, he chanted the single word, and was surprised to find himself in a bar.

Off the bat, he could confidently say he liked the aesthetic. It wasn't so far off how he had so meticulously styled Elysium. Yes, this was already looking like it was going to be a splendid trip...wherever he was. He supposed he'd figure it out as he went along. There wasn't much to fear when he had a god in his pocket.

The presence of the oddly colored Lunala set him into a jolly mood right off the bat, though it was brought back down to size upon seeing the bar seemed rather empty. Had he arrived too late, or was he simply early? The latter rang better within him, so that's what he decided to go with. He hadn't gotten the letter that long ago, so unless time functioned differently in this new space, he couldn't have been that far behind. As that Lunala greeted him, he returned the gesture with a single polite nod. That was also when he noticed the clearly written rules on the wall, and they caused him to chuckle. Curt, but, guidelines he could follow nonetheless. Well, number two might have room for some negotiation if any future patron decided he was worth the time to meddle with. But that would be a problem for his future self.

For his current self, however, there was nothing else to do but request a cup of tea. So he found a seat at the bar, and did exactly that.

Such a strange place, yet Athos couldn't resist the allure. He needed to investigate it, understand it, and know if he had any enemies or allies. Or see what more knowledge could be gained. Once he got over the surprise and weirdness of it all (the bartender was some kind of bizare psychic bat deity, as far as he could tell), he made his way over to the bar. Might as well enjoy himself in his time here. He eventually settled on a cinammon whiskey, and found a seat at the bar next to well dressed man who looked at least a few years his senior.

The man carried himself with an air of authority and finesse that made Athos curious. The umistakeable look of someone who was someone. Yet Athos definitely didn't recognize him, and he kept himself apprised of most big name types in Orre and the neighboring regions... Somewhere further away then. He took a slow sip of his own drink, noting the mans' choice - tea?

"You came to a bar like this, run by a pokemon and ordered tea?" He kept the question light, to avoid serious offense though. Even if he did find it an unimpressive drink choice at a place like this. "Athos," he added, offering a casual smile in greeting. It was never wise to offended someone he could ally with.

 

[Shizzza]

Avos didn’t really fancy the mysterious and possibly cryptic letter his skarmory had delivered to him.

Now, at first he was skeptical and thought this to be not but a silly prank, so he chanted the word.

And now he was in a bar. Tch, what a filthy place. The smell of liquor overwhelmed his senses and he repulsed in disgust.

He opted to analyze his surroundings, and came to the conclusion that he should consider observing.

“Coffee, please.” Avos requested as he idly tapped the counter.

Within an instant, a hot cup of coffee appeared in front of him.

Avos quietly sipped the coffee, relishing the bitter flavor as he observed his surroundings. All of those…hooligans all gathered in one spot.

He doubted even if he preached his ideals any of them would even understand a speck of his words.

Well, it wouldn’t hurt to try.

Avos stood up from his seat and wandered around the room to find someone to converse with, and eventually found someone.

“Greetings.”