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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2014 3:41:45 GMT
The day seemed perfect, like most, with the weather calm and cool island sandy breeze. It seems that no customers had decided to stop by, though who expect many from an island with islanders perferring to stick to the towns and middle of nowhere on a beach. A blonde hair young adult actually enjoyed the middle of nowhere, where it was peaceful. He was meant to be here, he was born here, little did he know of his true past.
This blonde head has gotten himself into trouble from time to time, even living this relaxful lifestyle, he really had no idea why. Really all he did was harvest fruits for his smoothies and drinks, some fruits were more special than others, but nothing too major just fancy drinks. When customers came he always advised them to buy a drink and rest on one of the hammocks under the near by tropical trees. If the customers felt the need to do so, there was a beach several yards away, just far enough from high
tide.
The sun reached about mid afternoon-evening, the temps still on absolute perfection, the bartender by now was relaxing on one of those hammocks. His employees, his creatures, whatever you called them. Well the pig was behind the bar making sure everything was clean, a crankily little batwinged pig looking creature, one who was to the point of OCD on cleanness. The little guy was always annoying Radio for some sort of payraise, Radio offered 5 times the amount he was paying, funny thing the pig denied it. As for the green bird of paradise with a foot long tail, she loved to stay near by Radio, she was currently in the tree near the hammock, some odd reason she loved his drinks and stayed. The other creatures, who knew where they were, probably somewhere near by, or some courageous journey.
Little did this small gang of tiki bar helpers knew that one born of life, holder of life, and goodness say "God of life" would drop by this very bar.
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17 years old
24 posts
Mirun's
God of Life
Played by
Zero
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Post by Raphael Deluna on Oct 16, 2014 5:20:50 GMT
It was a beautiful day on the island; most days here were beautiful, sure, but this was a particularly nice one, lazy and pleasant and none too hot. It was the kind of day that should be spent in good company, or at least some company at all. He adored his pets, but when one was ageless one had to keep grounded, and one of the best ways to do that was to interact with his fellow members of the island, preferably of the mortal variety. It was his job to keep them more or less alive, after all, and though he tried to keep a certain degree of separation between his personal life and his professional one- it was necessary when one was dating their arch nemesis, after all- it would do him some good to get to know some of his charges. Kept him... grounded. Besides, sunsets were pretty.
Which was why he was walking sedately down the beach, two of his creatures frolicking along in front of him. Tonka the Wroggi absolutely dwarfed the little Varren puppy Des, but they were still having a wonderful time playing chase and kicking up sand all over the place. Raphael was keeping an eye on them, smiling at their antics, and all seemed to be right with the world. Though to be fair, there was an actual reason they were here- he kept up with the paper and he'd heard of a little bar around here. It was worth checking out, if only because being a God was stressful. He could use a little drink every now and again- and for some reason both his alcohol and cigarette supplies had disappeared. It wasn't a big deal, but he could definitely use a relaxing evening.
Oh, and there it was- a few hammocks, a few stools. Looked like a nice little place, if a little run down. He whistled quietly, calling his two pets to him, before slowly approaching the bar. "Hello?" There was a little pig cleaning the counter- he figured it was safe to assume that wasn't the brains behind this particular operation. "Excuse me, is the owner around?" He didn't think to check the hammocks, simply looking around the bar before sliding into a seat. Ah, well, no hurry; he had all the time in the world.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2014 3:00:30 GMT
The pig looked at the one speaking to him, his eyebrow raised "He's over there." pointing toward the hammock with some male snoring in it. "Sure you don't want me to make your drink? Guy is a slop, won't even pay his workers a dime." course' the pig was trying to ruin his employer's name, why else keep working here for free, if not to ruin lives?
The sleeper in the hammock snores vanished as he sensed someone new in the area. He rose off the hammock and looked toward the customer, instantly he woke up and happily. "Why hello!" he moved to the door, and behind the bar of the tiki. Pushing the pig out of the way while he was at it. "So good customer, what can I get you? We here at Coconut Tiki Bar specialize in attack coconuts and relaxation of the day. If you would like discount, we have some recently brought bananas. Here at Tiki bar we accept most trades and payments, especially that of seashells."
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17 years old
24 posts
Mirun's
God of Life
Played by
Zero
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Post by Raphael Deluna on Oct 17, 2014 4:38:14 GMT
Oh. Well. That was... rather unexpected, to be honest. He'd expected the adorable little creature to be a tad more friendly, truth be told; that's what he got for making assumptions based on appearances, he supposed. "Hmm? Oh, I don't mind. I just wanted to talk with him a bit, is all, if that's alright." Although that quickly became a moot point, as the owner appeared almost as soon as he'd said it. "Ah, good evening." He arched an eyebrow at the first offer of a drink- attack coconuts? oh, Mirun would just love that- though he wasn't going to make a big deal of it, simply smiling sedately. "Hmm, I don't know. What do you recommend? Though nothing that once ran around, please."
He leaned forward onto the bar, swinging his legs absent-mindedly, as his two pets played nearby. This man seemed nice enough, which was good- though he wished he didn't have to be so paranoid there were some that got greedy when faced with the power of the gods. Though he wanted to give the stranger the benefit of the doubt he didn't feel like making a run for it, thank you. "Sssso," he asked conversationally, "what's your name?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2014 23:32:54 GMT
Radio smiled, what did he recommend? Something that did not run around, well that meant no attack coconuts. He rather enjoyed the strawberry coconut smooth juice, formerly called the "wacky Tacky". "I'll make you the Wacky Tacky, a nice smooth blend of strawberry and coconut." He turned around and began to get to work with the drink, he was done within a few minutes, years of practice on this island. Between those few minutes was a minute of awkwardness, his customer started a conversation. Radio gave a smile, while in the midst of chopping strawberries, "The name is Radio".
He smoothly finished the drink, twisting to place the drink in front of the customer before continuing the conversation. "What about you? What's your name, how long have you been on this island?" he was quite curious, living in a small tiki in a small island few go to, it was nice once and a while to get a customer to talk to.
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17 years old
24 posts
Mirun's
God of Life
Played by
Zero
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Post by Raphael Deluna on Oct 20, 2014 5:07:57 GMT
Mmm, that sounded nice. He nodded and smiled, leaning forward onto the bar casually. The other might have been feeling awkward, but he was out of touch with a slight hint of naive obliviousness, and thus the fact that the silence may have been construed as awkward was completely lost on him. He was perfectly happy enjoying the scenery- there wasn't any rush, they had all the time in the world, after all. Not that he had anything against conversation. The name that the bartender gave him was... a little unusual, sure, but at this point he knew better than to question anything that this island threw at him.
He smiled pleasantly when his drink was delivered, taking a sip and humming contentedly to himself. "Mmm, thank you. Raphael." The second question was a little more surprising, and he blinked, trying to remember. "Um, hmm. A... while." But his temporary drop in mood was soon forgotten. "Not that it matters. Feel like introducing me to some of your friends? Mine back there are Des and Tonka." The two creatures in question stopped their playing temporarily to look up at the sound of their names, before deciding it wasn't worthwhile and going back to whatever it was they were doing. "I hear your... pig, friend, isn't too pleased with you."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2014 4:37:38 GMT
Radio didn't really understand this odd fellow, but his bar was meant for relaxation and for all people. He used to his female body, and once upon a time constantly getting approached didn't really pull back as the guy moved closer. "Hmm My friends?" he looked over at the pig that was grumbling about having ton organize the inventory of fruits. "Well that little flying pig is Porkens, he's bit of a grumpy fellow." He turned to find another one of his creatures, a small fae dragon lurked under some flowers in a tree, "that one... I don't really know why she's here... Her name is Sandy Blizzard, suppose to be some great "clan leader". " A green bird with a long green tail flew in to land on radio's shoulder, "this little gal is, Sasha." he looked around to see no more creatures lurking about, he ave a small shrug to himself.
Looking at this customer a little longer, he decided it was time for himself to have a drink, he bean to make himself a Straw Void, a drink made of dark berries. Soon as he finished creating the drink he turned to the customer taking a small swallow before asking the guy another question. "What exactly bring you to the east island? So far from most civilization?" most would answer creature hunting, some say a private beach, and sometimes the randomness of responses from nutjobs. |
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