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I’ve Been Drinkin’ Wit’ Da’ Dead

Discussion in 'Pandora, Year 1 - 7' started by Baron Samedi, Jul 24, 2018.

  1. Baron Samedi

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    July 2nd

    Samedi rocked back on the stone he had been using as a seat and cackled, sloshing his spiced rum around in its bottle. Around him were skeleton, also laughing and pouring the black liquid down their gullets, where it went Samedi didn’t know but none stained the ground. He took another swig of his brew and continued his story. “So then the Madame pulls her skirts up and there I am laying back flat like a corpse and I says “well hello dere’ have y’all seen my snake?” And she’s screaming, cheeks red as her hair!” Samedi let out another hysterical belt of laughter and wiped at his eyes. “And that’s how I met Maman Brigite. Been sweet on dat’ woman ever since. But bein’ Loa we don’t officially tie each other down ya know?” The Baron topped off his rum and scratched his finger beneath Peppe the snake’s chin. It curled around his arm and flicked its tongue affectionately at him. The Baron returns the gesture with his own and giggled his high pitched giggle.

    “I love this place already, got food, got music I never heard, got hooch. And plenty of fine souls to drink with.” The Loa wrapped his arm around one of the skeletons and raised his bottle. “To Pandora!”
     
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    The skeleton man wasn't exactly having a quiet celebration, but while the whole reason Seg was in Silverwood in the first place was to get some peace and privacy, Rao forgive him for being drawn to the sound of good company and drink. Even if said good company seemed to lack...flesh. Well, he wasn't the type to judge, if the gentleman didn't judge him for the slew of crushed trees he was leaving in his wake a little ways away from where he'd been trying to practice controlling his newfound strength.

    Needless to say, that hadn't been going spectacularly. A little break was just what he needed if the man would have him.

    "Room for one more?" Seg called with a rather friendly but roguish look to him as he leaned against one of the still-standing trunks with his arms crossed. The idea of the skeleton becoming hostile did cross his mind -- especially since he'd repeatedly learned the hard way where to place his trust -- but the power that the new sun gave him made him cocky.


     
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    The Baron peered over the bottom of his bottle, his black and white lips still puckered against the rim of neck. He licked the remnants of his spicy Brew and placed the bottle beside him on the rock. He plucked his cigar from the brim of his hat and took a long drag of the pepper infused tobacco roll. A line of smoke trailed from his nostrils and from between his teeth as they spread into a wide grin. "Ohoho of course Zanmi Mwen alive, dead, ery'one is welcome at my party." The Baron reached into his coat and pulled out another rum bottle, far too large to be kept under his coat. With a flick of his thumb he popped the cork out and tossed the bottle to their new visitor. "Now you musta' been da' one causin' all dat ruckus over there. You makin' some timber boy?" Another peel of laughter course forth from the Baron and his skeleton friends. tilting back another drink and leaning back on his seat again, somehow balancing on the air with nothing to support him. Rolling forward and standing up straight and sipping his drink as he paced around the man, chuckling and looking him over.

    "Who might you be my friend? Gotta have your name for da' guest list."
    The Baron flashed a another smile and slid his dark glasses down, his golden eyes peering at the man's
     
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  4. C.A. Rotwang

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    Rotwang hadn't planned to leave the house at all today. The only reason he found himself in the middle of Silverwood was because of a mysterious streak of light he'd seen in the sky while adjusting the sign on his front door. His immediate assumption had been that it was a meteorite falling through the atmosphere, and from what he could tell, it was going to make a crash landing in the forest. If he was fortunate enough to find the remains of the giant space rock, he thought, there was a good chance he'd unearth some precious metals he could either sell or hoard for future use.

    The inventor had made his way to the center of the forest, the location he'd expected to find the debris. There were plenty of heavily damaged trees along the path which could have theoretically been destroyed by the impact of an extraterrestrial stone, but strangely, there was no real sign that any such thing had landed there. Not wanting to give up hope just yet, Rotwang followed the path of crushed trees, keeping his eye out for anything that might resemble a rock from space. Unfortunately, where the path ended there was no such meteorite.

    Rotwang sighed gruffly, concluding that he had either gone to the wrong location or what he'd seen had been something else entirely. He was just about to head home disappointed when he heard loud, maniacal laughter off in the distance. Rotwang jumped a bit, startled by how close by the noise sounded. Had someone been following him the whole time? Ducking next to a fortunately nearby stump, he held his breath and peeked out from behind it. Two men seemed to be having a conversation, one of them apparently drunk. Accompanying them were a couple of shadowy-looking figures. Where those....skeletons?! Rotwang let out a half-excited, half-frightened gasp, staring wide-eyed at the macabre scene. Had he just stumbled upon a necromancer?!

     
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    Seg began to get an inkling that perhaps making himself known to this guy and offering to essentially hang out with him wasn't...the greatest idea he'd ever had. But hey, he was chock full of horrible ideas that usually had some kind of pay-off. Not...recently, but before the whole 'time travel, fate of the planet, his grandson's existence' thing started happening.

    Rao, who was he kidding? Everything he touched lately seemed to turn to shit, and trying to wrestle control of his powers with little to no guidance wasn't helping his confidence. His powers were good for one thing though -- making him feel invincible enough to take the bottle that the guy was handing him and then take a hearty swig from it as he sat down.

    Only to immediately spit it out.

    "What is this crap? Corpse piss?" Seg asked, wiping his mouth with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows as he examined the label. It didn't seem too dissimilar from the very rum he was serving at his bar -- when he wasn't breaking things, that was -- but he'd yet to have a sip of it himself. Was this was humans passed off as booze these days?

    Aware that he was being rude, Seg took another sip and forced it down this time. It didn't even burn like it used, before he had all this invincibility going on. "Name's Seg," he answered, eyeing the creatures around them curiously. "And no, uh, no timber. I was tryin' to get a handle on some...issues I'm workin' on. Trust me, it was louder for me than it was for you."

    And speaking of things like that -- the scientist's laugh? It might as well have been right next to his ear for his inconspicuous it was. Seg's eyes immediately snapped to his direction with a bemused, wary expression. "Hey, mate, didn't you hear? Dead and alive are welcome. No need to lurk." He raised the bottle of rum and took another sip.


     
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    The Baron slapped his knee and curled his back, laughing in loud hyena like peels, the skeletons following suit. Seemed like the boy couldn't handle a bit of Rum and that had the Baron in tatters, he grabbed the barrel back and took a long pull at the Rum inside, smiling at the man. "Now now boy no need to insult my brew because you can't handle the spice." The Baron plugged the cork back into his rum and circled Seg, He was a lively one, boy had been punching trees for a good long time before he joined up with his party, but the live ones could be just as fun as the dead at the party, even if they needed to learn to liven up. He cackled again at that thought and tapped his staff against the earth, suddenly a full jazz band seemed to be blaring from some unseen location. "Now dat's better ain't it? Got some good music to go with the party." The Baron slid, yes slid, his feet somehow gliding over the rough dirt like it was ice, over to the skeletons and his eyes looked in the same direction of the latest guest. He looked to the old man and smiled softly. He reached out and beckoned with his fingers, slowly trying to coax him to come in closer.

    "Don't be scared now, I only dig the graves I don't decide when they need diggin'."
    With a chuckle he motioned once more for him to come closer and took his hat from his head and flipped it to reveal the inside, a fresh bottle of rum, sitting cork up in the center of it. "Have a drink."
     
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    Rotwang backed up a bit, figuring that it would be best to retreat and pretend he hadn't seen anything. He was just about to make a run for it when a voice, presumably belonging to the sober man, called out in his direction. Damn! He’d been noticed! The inventor froze in his tracks, staring wide-eyed at the person who had invited him to come closer. To his surprise he looked pretty young and most certainly not the type to be hanging out with this particular kind of group. The bottle he drank from didn't seem to be out of the ordinary and the fact that its drinker hadn’t instantly dropped dead after sipping from it was a good sign. The drunk necromancer also appeared to be friendly, going as far to offer him a drink.

    After a few seconds of consideration he cautiously stepped forward, taking a moment to glance around at all the skeletons which seemed strangely content with pouring their drinks right through themselves. “You have reanimated the dead!” he whispered in fascination. “Why, it’s remarkable!” He approached the necromancer and reached for the bottle inside his hat, half-expecting it to disappear before he could grab it. Once he was sure it wasn’t going to vanish into thin air, he cracked open the lid and took a small swig. “W-what sort of beverage is this?” he asked, making a face at its bitter taste and trying to make up his mind on whether he liked it or not.

    Finally, he turned to the younger man whose presence had sparked his curiosity. After all, of the three he seemed the most out of place. “You are his apprentice, yes?” Rotwang assumed out loud, sitting down on a fallen log and taking another smaller sip of rum. The flavor was beginning to grow on him. “Is that why you’ve come here? To learn this man's extraordinary talent? Perhaps you mean to return the flesh to their bones?” A gesture was made to one of the skeletons.