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Private always bring a Valkyrie to a bar fight

Discussion in 'Elysium' started by Camina Drummer, Nov 12, 2018.

  1. Camina Drummer

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    Year 108

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    Now that Drummer was finally in Elysium, she wasn’t sure what to do with herself.


    She sat on her bed, in the apartment given to her by the city. Temporary, until she had a place of her own. It had everything she needed, all in one room, save for the head. Bathroom. She wasn’t on a ship anymore. She wasn’t a captain anymore.


    Wasn’t even a Belter anymore, was she?


    Leaning back on her hands, Drummer looked over her room. It was smaller than her rooms on Tycho, larger than her cabin on the Behemoth. Only temporary. A temporary home in something that could possibly be her home forever. And she couldn’t land on an emotion. The only think she was sure of was that she wouldn’t be a leader of the Belt anymore. She wouldn’t lead her people into the future.


    She would just be here. On Elysium. Sitting in a room.


    Drummer sat up with a growl, grabbed her hand terminal off the table, and stormed out of the rooms. The door would lock behind her. She couldn’t sit there anymore. So she walked. For a while, she followed her feet, just going down the main streets and paths. But in her thinking, her frustration, an idea struck her. She followed more specific streets. Working her way down. The streets became less clean, less pristine and orderly. The buildings more uniform.


    Drummer left the Overcity behind. She needed to go somewhere else.


    Divebar 69’s sign read “Diebar 69”, the “v” fizzing in and out at various intervals. Just as one of the other new arrivals had said. It wasn’t Ceres, but it felt more like her Ceres than anything the Overcity had to offer. Felt more like home.


    She strode into the bar, covering her anxieties and insecurities with the confidence that helped her command both station and warship. Camina Drummer was a proud Belter. She wouldn't fear any bar. No one looked up at her in the dingy bar area. It reeked of stale beer and vomit and the sweat of all kinds of humans and… whatever else lived here. Still, Drummer slid into a seat, waved down a bartender.


    “The strongest drink you have,” she ordered. It took her only a moment to amend it. “The strongest that’s safe for humans.”


    This place… would take some getting used to.



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  2. Brunnhilde

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    If there was one thing that Brunnhilde could always be found doing it was drinking. The sun rose, the sun set, and Brunnhilde drank. It was as timeless as she was and there were days when she could have sworn that she had been born with a bottle in her in her hand instead of anything else. Bottle in one hand, sword in the other, ready to grow up and become a valkyrie. One of the valkyries. Yet that was one of the main reasons why she drank. Because she had been a valkyrie. Because she was the last valkyrie and that still hurt too much after so long.

    Her thoughts were muddled that night and Brunnhilde had to admit that she didn't know exactly why. Sometimes there were moods that just took her and only drinking solved it. So here she was at a stool in a bar in Elysium, trying to mind her own Hel-damned business. Which was often the case when she showed up in a bar like this. Money in her pocket, some dumb asses handed over because they weren't as good at running. Or hiding. Or fighting. They really hadn't been any problem at all. Not for a valkyrie.

    She had already sat at the bar a little while ago and people had revolved through. She had not even gotten drunk yet but her thoughts were dulled and muted enough that it was comfortable for her. Then a woman took a seat next to her and asked for the strongest drink that was safe for humans. Brunnhilde gave her a little bit of a glance before returning to her own drink. At least she was smart enough to make sure she didn't accidentally kill herself by drinking something else.

    Brunnhilde had found a dark weird ale that was almost an inky color. Not for humans, but it certainly had a decent little kick to it. The valkyrie tipped her head back and finished the drink. She held it up for another and wiggled the tankard at the bartender. The man ignored her. Brunnhilde slowly stared at him but it was obvious why he was ignoring her, he had gotten himself caught up in a conversation with someone else at the end of the bar. A pretty blonde who had half her chest sliding out of her shirt. There was a little roll of Brunn's eyes as she waited but it was obvious that the bartender didn't intent to do his job.

    So the valkyrie did a reasonable thing, for her. She slammed the tankard down on the bar top in order to get his attention. Anyone else doing such a thing likely wouldn't have gotten such a reaction out of anyone but the people right around them. But Brunnhilde was not anyone else.

    The entire bar trembled with the might of her strike. The tankard dented but that wasn't her problem either. The bartender responded with a startled look and Brunnhilde filled in the blanks for him. "Another." With enough an attitude to make it clear she wasn't happy. The problem was she had spilled a number of drinks along the bar and there were a number of upset people who were staring hard at her. Not her problem. Not a single one of them could do anything about it anyway.

    Her drink was placed in front of her and she smiled. Everything was going to be alright.
     
  3. Camina Drummer

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    The bartender took his sweet time getting Drummer a drink, distracted by something at the other end of the bar. She didn’t care, so long as she got what she wanted. Something to dull the thoughts in her head and the ache in her chest. She took the time to take in those around her. There was no one to her right; a conscious choice. She always left a seat open just in case. Not that it mattered here. No one was coming to join her. To her left… Well, Drummer didn’t know what to make of the woman beside her. She looked like she was here for the same reasons. Or close. Her armor—armor… and well fitting armor at that—hinted at more action than Drummer had seen.


    The bartender gave her a reason to stop staring before she could get caught. The liquid he placed in front of her was nearly clear, only the slightest bit of color to it. It was anyone’s guess if the drink was actually safe for her to consume. Given it was served in a pashang pint glass… she could really only hope so. Still, she downed it in one go. It wasn’t harsh, but it left a light burning in her chest that covered anything else. Yeah, it would do. Drummer lets it settle in her gut before deciding she wants another. How far could she get before she’s black out drunk?


    A nearly thunderous clang rang out across the bar. Many jumped or turned their heads to the source. Drummer was the latter; she’d heard louder. The woman next to her… it took some strength to do what she did. More than some. She’d spilled beers, gotten everyone’s attention. She’d even damaged the tankard. All for another drink. Not that Drummer could blame her. Who was this woman?


    When the bartender returned, scurrying like a weasel—something Fred liked to say—Drummer took the opportunity to order another herself.


    “That some trick you got,” Drummer started, leaning back in her stool to get a better look at the woman beside her. A smirk played on Drummer’s lips as the bartender kept eyeing her, apologizing to other patrons before bringing Drummer’s second round. Barely looking at her, just at that woman. That something you born with or something you learn?”


     
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  4. Brunnhilde

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    That some trick you got. Brunnhilde looked over at the woman next to her, one eyebrow raised. It wasn't that much of a trick. Any Asgardian would have been able to pull that off but most people in Pandora couldn't manage it. Brunn knew that. But she didn't really care about the details most of the time. It was what it was. She was blessed with strength, good looks, common sense... really the list could go on and on. The valkyrie was quite full of herself but that certainly wasn't new either. She had been that way for a very long time.

    "A little bit of A, a little bit of B." She was stronger than the average Asgardian but she was also a valkyrie. She was an elite. There were still eyes on her from around the room and Brunnhilde really didn't give a damn about that either. Instead she just worked her way through her drink. Making sure that she was going to get it down before the trouble started. Considering where they were and what the valkyrie had just done was likely going to start a fight. Which was fine. Brunnhilde could roll with that as well.

    She finished off her drink in a long chug and then put the tankard down again. "Another!" She wasn't drunk enough yet. She wanted to get wasted at some point but she also knew she was going to need to relocate. It started easily enough. While the bartender was getting another drink, someone yelled something along the lines of bitch! from behind her and then threw a beer onto her. Which was not her preferred method of drinking and a large growl escaped the valkyrie seconds later. There was a difference to her between a punch and a drink being thrown.

    Brunnhilde stood and grabbed that tankard, turning to glance at someone grinning at her. Whether they were the person who had just thrown the beer or not, they were now the valkyrie's target. She flicked her wrist and sent her metal tankard flying straight into the man's face. He slammed backward as if he had been hit by something much more dense than a tankard. Or anything that could normally been thrown. He slammed into a wall, knocking into another table and tossing it up in the air in the process.

    Then all hell broke loose. Apparently everyone was here for a fight and Brunnhilde had just started one that would involve almost everyone in Divebar 69.
     
  5. Camina Drummer

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    Wherever the other woman was from… They were certainly born strong. Drummer was confident in her own strength, but there was no way she or anyone she knew could ever do… that. But if it could be learned, Drummer wanted in on that class.

    She hummed in response. Nodded. Normally she could come up with a range of biting remarks and sarcastic retorts. Normally. Was it her swirling emotions making words hard to speak? Or was it that this woman was… well…

    Pretty hot?

    Drummer cleared her throat, turned to the bartender as he slipped her another drink. Good. Something to hide her face in if the other woman looked back at her again. Unlikely, though, as she downed another tankard and ordered another. Screw pretty hot. She was very hot. Drummer downed her drink to bury the thought, enjoying the unfamiliar burn the second time. For a second.

    Before someone yelled and threw beer on the warrior. It happened fast, like all bar fights. Drummer had been in far too many herself, being a hot headed OPA girl before she took the Tycho job. One second everyone was marginally enjoying their drinks, the next half of them were launching themselves towards the other woman.

    Good thing Drummer had some anger to work out.

    Slipping out of her stool, she clocked the closest guy to her on his way to the warrior, taking him by surprise. The impact lit a fire under her knuckles, but the burn was satisfying. She’d forgotten how good it felt to knock another man out. A fist came her way and she caught it, twisting the man up in his own arm and forcing him to the ground before kneeling on his back. A grin lit her face. After everything—the surgery, the PT, the weeks of traveling to Elysium by foot—she still had it. And she’d show a few of them before she was done. She caught the woman’s eye.


    “You sure know how to start a party,” she called out, further pulling on the man’s arm.

     
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  6. Brunnhilde

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    It didn't matter one bit what anyone in this bar thought of her. Brunnhilde didn't give two shits about anyone or anything beyond herself. That was how she normally rolled and that was how she was always going to roll. At least that was the promise that the valkyrie had made to herself over a thousand years prior and she had lived up to that promise, so she had a pretty good idea that was how she was going to be for the rest of her life. However long that happened to be. There were far more people in Pandora that could give her a run for her money than there had been on the planet before.

    The fight broke out and there was a flash of a smile on her face. If only for a moment before she remembered that she had been doused in beer. Washing that off was going to be annoying and then she'd have to re-do her hair. Brunnhilde caught an arm that had been flashing a fist towards her and wrenched it to the side. Breaking it with her grasp and pulling it out of the shoulder as she moved, disabling the idiot with a simple move before tossing the man to the side.

    She smacked another couple of people but it was clear that where ever Brunnhilde went pain followed. She held back enough that she wasn't going to kill anyone, she didn't want to get in trouble with anyone in Elysium considering that was where she made most of her money, but that didn't stop her from hurting others. One punch, a kick, everyone who came within reach went flying. Brunnhilde's features flashed between enjoyment and annoyance but it didn't really matter. She was just hurting people at this point and people were stopping her from drinking.

    You sure know how to start a party. Brunnhilde turned towards the voice as she realized she was being spoken to instead of someone else. The dark haired woman at the bar from before. There was a bit of a chuckle from the valkyrie in response and Brunn rolled her shoulders. "If you think this is a party, you should get out a touch more." There was a wicked grin to go along with the comment. The valkyrie was being serious of course because there had been a number of more wild things that she had been through. A simple little bar fight? Not that exciting.

    Brunnhilde grunted as someone ran into her. Thinking to charge her while she was distracted. The dark haired woman simply picked the man up by the throat with one hand and then threw him into the crowd to knock down a group of them. Was no one here anything more than an average mortal?
     
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  7. Camina Drummer

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    With one last hard kick to the man's ribs, Drummer sent him sprawling to the floor. Another person threw themself onto her back, arms around her upper arms and chest. She snapped her head back, right into their nose, and followed up with a hard elbow backwards. A backwards kick sent the man flying out the door into the tunnel. Damn. Did she really sever her spine, crush her hip and pelvis, lose the ability to walk? She didn't doubt she'd feel it later.

    For now, Drummer was living. Happier and freer than she'd been in months. Screw every worry, fear, insecurity. Put that into punching the next guy.

    That was how she lived once, a scrappy thing back on Ceres. She ran with the OPA and channeled all of her negative energy into fighting. Overcoming. Being harder and stronger and more prepared than the next person who got in her way. She didn't have anyone and she didn't need anyone. All that mattered was surviving and having a good time between runs. Until Fred got in her head and whisked her away to Tycho. Until she met Naomi and Holden took the system by fucking storm and threw a wrench into everything. She'd thought she put this woman behind her.

    Letting her out once wouldn't be so bad.

    "You'd be surprised," she barked, ducking a punch then sending her fist into the attacker's throat, another into his sternum, the hardest in his gut. "I've been to a lot of parties, danced with a lot of partners... the last few were just a bit more... hands off."

    Drummer didn't know how else to describe the pashang strange events she'd lived through before finding herself in Pandora. The Ring Space, the Station, Holden's imaginary friend. Instead, she caught the asshole's arm and threw him over her back into the bar itself. "This is incredibly satisfying."


     
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    The valkyrie couldn't quite tell what the other woman was bragging about. Her words could be twisted in many different directions and Brunnhilde didn't like having multiple answers to things. She could never tell which one was the right answer and it made her slightly irritable. Which wasn't that big of a deal when Brunn was in the middle of a fight. She had plenty of perfect outlets for any of her negative emotions. Of course people were starting to give her a bit of a wide berth and that meant she was having a lot less fun than she had been a moment before.

    The other woman was a decent fighter though. At least for what she looked like and Brunnhilde was never against that sort of thing. Anyone who knew how to fight were good people in her books. So perhaps it all evened out in the end. Really the valkyrie wasn't that fussy of a person as long as the people she was dealing with weren't related to Odin. That seemed to be her one hot button and otherwise the valkyrie just didn't give a damn.

    This is incredibly satisfying. There was that. They could also agree on that. But no one seemed willing to dance with the valkyrie and so she had to solve that problem as well. Instead of wallowing in the fact no one would play with her the dark haired woman started picking up bottles and tankards from the bar, chucking them at whatever targets seemed most interesting in the moment. Just for fun. Just because some idiot had spilled beer on her. He was long gone, knocked out at the start, but that didn't stop her from hitting other people in the least bit.

    "True. But it's more satisfying when there's someone worth fighting in the mix." There wasn't anyone of that nature here, that much was clear. Perhaps she should have gone to a different bar. Perhaps she wouldn't have been in a fight though because it was likely no one would have spilled beer on her at this other imaginary place. Whatever the reason the valkyrie was starting to get bored. She moved swiftly and jumped up onto the bar, then over. Landing on the other side and quickly helping herself to whatever drinks were there. She'd still pay, she wouldn't give the law enforcement any reason to come after her, but it wasn't like the bartender was going to be doing his job anytime soon.

    One bottle of whiskey was opened and drained in the same moment, before she moved on to the next. The empties were thrown towards random people in the bar and Brunnhilde grinned every time something smacked into someone. This... this was going to be more fun the drunker she got. How drunk could she get before the bar was empty of targets? She was certainly going to find out.
     
  9. Camina Drummer

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    Drummer couldn't argue her point. Even if her point really only applied to her. Drummer found these patrons lacking, but still worthy. Be it her recent recovery or the number of and variance of the opponents, she was starting to feel it. This other woman... she barely broke a sweat. Drummer was also far from ignorant to the fact that something else was fueling her drive. Her will to fight these... assholes.

    She was angry. Ashamed. Lost. Gone was the Belt. The Behemoth. Her people. She didn't know who she was here. All she knew was that she was no longer Captain Drummer. No longer Fred Johnson's right hand. No longer the leader she had finally been seen as. She was just another bar patron drinking away her feelings with strangers until it became fighting with them. Punching things certainly made the ache in her chest duller.

    And picturing Holden's face on half of them helped even more.

    A bottle whipped past Drummer's head, smashing into one of the men still in front of her. Blinking at the now moaning attacker, Drummer tried to process what she'd just seen. She followed the path back, turning to find the woman... chugging entire bottles and launching them across the room. In seconds. Without missing a beat, or faltering. How? How... was she able to do... that?

    "Who... are you?" What are you?


     
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    Of course Brunnhilde's point only applied to herself. The valkyrie really didn't care about anyone else in the bar. Or on this bit of space. Or really in Pandora. Anyone anywhere and she prided herself on not caring about anyone. The only person that really mattered was Brunnhilde herself. Who else would matter at all? The short woman didn't care to think about who she might actually place in her thoughts with such a thing. Not anymore.

    Instead the valkyrie was getting drunk and having a little bit of fun. That was really all there was to this moment. What are you? That was probably the best question the other woman had asked all night but that didn't mean she was going to actually get any real answers. "Brunnhilde." A name was good enough for the moment but what she was? Ah, that wasn't anyone's business. Few and far between would understand the tattoos and markings that Brunnhilde wore. She wanted to keep it that way.

    "The other question isn't going to get an answer." Just in case that hadn't been obvious at this stage. The brunette took another bottle and downed it like she had the rest, throwing it out in the crowd one more time. There still wasn't affect on the valkyrie though. She'd have to down many more bottles before she really started to feel anything at all. But she did look over at the other woman. Wondering if there were going to be any other questions. She did like tooting her own horn and this was giving her a little flattery, so it was no wonder Brunn was letting her talk.
     
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