TROLLSLUM CAFE XXVII: Better than the Soaps!

[Flamerider64]

Oh bollocks, another contraversial situation that seems to be drawing everyone's attention.
Fuego does himself the benefit of the doubt and looks away, he has spears of his own he'd quite fancy throwing, but elsewhere, on other things.

[Mister Always]

i fink it might be better if ya don't move. crazyhat over there might think yer tryin' somethin'.

Martis is then nearly scared out of his horns by the rifle going off.

son of a bitch! firefight! take cover!

Under the table he goes.

[Pootporri]

Yep. Owlie gets shot in the leg! She almost instantly drops to the ground, clutching said leg.

FFFFFFHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOK.

And then... Drexus? She overhears the comment, and decides to speak up. Which is probably a bad idea!

EIGHT. FHOO--

YHOO KNHOOW WHOOT FHOOK THOOS I GIVE UP FHOOK YHOO AND FHOOK YHOO.

She points to Drexus and that one guy.

AND... YHOO. I AM HOOK WITH YHOO.

She looks at Yarrex.

But yeah. Lots of pain!

[Suds McFuddle]

The games already over and he hasn't even lost a single ceagar? Needless to say Vileor is quite disappointed. He sets his cards down and moves to an empty table.

[Blank]

He involuntarily winces at each gunshot. He shouts over them.

Oh, how come? Did you join Vileor in the sacred rite of dragging a body (CIRRIN RUNFAR's) to backrooms?

[Todd Ingram]

i fink it might be better if ya don't move. crazyhat over there might think yer tryin' somethin'.

Martis is then nearly scared out of his horns by the rifle going off.

son of a bitch! firefight! take cover!

Under the table he goes.

SHIT

Gortum ducks under an overturned stool. (How ironic.)

He equips his new pair of WIGGLER's FIRST CAST-IRON PISTOLS and peeks over the edge.

[conspicuouslyKalopsic]

I gu< 3ss so... but th< 3n I must hav< 3 fall< 3n asl< 33p or som< 3thing...
And by th< 3 tim< 3 I wok< 3 up... it was too lat< 3 to try and g< 3t hom< 3...

She looks down at her cold, half-full coffee cup, sighs, and begrudgingly takes another sip.

[chewy]

That guy does not have enough time to reply to Drexus. He is too busy having a bulletwound dead through the middle of his chest. Look at you, guy. I hope you are happy. You have successfully shot someone and then got shot. You look happy. Wait, no...



No, guy. You are DEAD.

And also very, very, shortlived.

[Todd Ingram]

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That guy does not have enough time to reply to Drexus. He is too busy having a bulletwound dead through the middle of his chest. Look at you, guy. I hope you are happy. You have successfully shot someone and then got shot. You look happy. Wait, no...

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No, guy. You are DEAD.

And also very, very, shortlived.

Gortum peeks up from behind the stool.

is, um...is everyone d-d-d-d-done shooting?

He has one shaky pistol at his side just in case.

[Overlard]

Yarrex coldly brings up the rifle barrel and blows the smoke away like a cool guy. What is this, a cheesy action movie?

| Justic- is d-+d. |

And then he puts the rifle away and turns to Owlie.

| +nd th+t is why no on- m-ss-s with my moir+il. |

[Teslamagnetic Integration]

Drexus calms down at this, visibly lowering in size before returning back to his normal, yet still very large size. Which means his muscles are no longer swollen.

Krr... Drexus heads slowly back to his table, lying down and currently stalwarting his form. Because Empress be damned, he wasn't going to let anyone catch the fact that doing that fucking hurts.

[Blank]

He looks at her concerned.

This is because CIRRIN RUNFAR got stabbed? And since when did you drink coffee anyway?

Then his eyes widen as he sees a troll justice getting murderized.

[scintillatingMoniker]

Plader enters the ca



Oh wh/\t th< fuck!?>

[PrussianMoose]

Somewhere in the shooting-paloosa your grubtop managed to sustain a bullet wound in it's monitor.

oh wh4t the fuck

[Pootporri]

Owlie addresses Yarrex. Rather angrily!


TWHOO. TWHOO FHOOKING BULLET WHOOUNDS. AND YHOO ARE GIVING CHEESY HOONE LINERS. FHOOR FHOOKS SAKE DHOO YHOO HOOVE SHOOME FHOOKING BANDAGES FHFHSOJFFK.

Cue flip the fuck out. She doesn't seem to care that her moirail just murderized a troll, but is more concentrated on her leg. Casted one. Which seems to have been shot twice. And is leaking profusely!

SHOON HOOF AA DSFSDAFNHSDFSD.

[Flamerider64]

The guy died, but that's not what has Fuego's eyes open. What he is surprised to see is the gun he was holding when he died, still there. A freaking gun. Who knows what kind of problems you could solve with that. If you can get your hands on a spare specibi slot, you can use it to do god knows, maybe that Altaia chick will think again before she stabs you.



dibs on thE gun hE wAs hoLding.

[Todd Ingram]

i'll take that as a yes...

The sound of yelling is a lot less grating than gunfire. He sits at the bar, takes out a pad of paper, and begins to sketch another squid.

[conspicuouslyKalopsic]

Y< 3s... uh... wait-- no...

Aequa attempts futilely to make sense.

Th< 3 coff< 33 was to try and wak< 3 m< 3 up...
I can't b< 3li< 3v< 3 som< 3 trolls actually lik< 3 this stuff...

At this point she looks up and sees the dead troll. She stares blankly at the body.

[Mister Always]

Martis gets out from under the table, acting like he most certainly did not just freak out and dive under the table.

...you in th' market fer a gun specibus, spinebeast dude, or d'ya jus' really like that guy's gun?

[Suds McFuddle]

Vileor seems rather calm about the whole murder situation and all, he might actually be laughing. It's not like he doesn't see stuff like this all the damn time being a mobster and whatnot.

[scintillatingMoniker]

Plader grumbles about collateral damage and how guns suck, then goes around with something that looks like a steampunk gluegun, filling in as many of the bulletholes in the walls he can find. Compulsive repairing, ftw.

He doesn't seem bothered about the corpse really. Apart from that he'll have to clean up the blood.

[Overlard]

Yarrex just shakes his head. No one appreciates his one liners.

He takes out his medical kit and removes some tools. That cast got to go man!

| Hold still pl-+s-. |

Assuming she's on the ground from getting shot, Yarrex starts cutting away the cast.

| T+k- this p+inkill-r whil- you +r- +t it. |

He drops a pill into a glass of water he just now ordered and offers it while he also cuts away the cast.

[Flamerider64]

He kneels over the body, no remorse for the troll who died on this day, and lifts the firearm, carefully observing it with both hands. The redblood digs into his business, so he answers without turning around.

i'M not LEtting this go to wAstE.
i MEAn, i don't hAvE thE spEcibus yEt but by this point i Might hAvE probLEMs in thE FuturE in which A gun wouLd bE hAndy.

[Blank]

He just nods quietly and orders a tea. He takes the pills Aequa gave him.
His eyes shift from the dead troll to Owlie. At least she won't be bothering him while she's just gotten that leg wound. Possibly. Maybe.

Say, did you manage to get that bird whistle thing?

[Mister Always]

Martis plays a quick game with his specibus.

He beats the ghost dealer and retrieves a pistolkind specibus card from his sylladex.

how much ya offerin'? 's second-hand, mind you. don' ask where i got it.