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Ignatius Perrish

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October 25, Year 109
@Aymeric de Borel

Ig had always liked driving so, wanting to travel, he'd convinced a guy with an older car to give up his ride and go buy something that would satisfy his mid-life-crisis need-for-speed, taken the keys, and made his way down the road. He had no fucking idea where he was going but it had to be better than standing around. Driving down the road, listening to an old Rolling Stones tape that had been left in the car, he didn't know when he crossed into the Vales, or how long he'd driven before the car just stopped. Oh, he'd gotten out, checked the gas tank and the engine as much as his confused ass could possibly hope to, and then kicked the thing, cursing to himself. Time to walk.

A couple more hours of travel and he was on the outskirts of town and like a divining rod to his old life he'd found a bar. Good, he was thirsty as Hell all of that and with a place as weird as this he might just be lucky enough to get one without too much fuss. Pulling his hood over his head, the tricky one still showing over the edge of it, he headed inside the bar. It was seedy. It was damp. It had pool tables that looked like they'd seen people die and be conceived after a really rough game or two. Perfect; he knew how to keep his head down.

Ordering a drink went fine. He asked some questions about the place he'd ended up, had a few stale peanuts- and then it had started. Some guy in a big hat like a low-rent Zorro came over to ask exactly what he was doing there. Ig, vaguely bristling, had asked him what the other guy was doing there. Other guy had answered and evidently didn't like the fact he had blurted his answer in front of his shocked and nearly-shanghai'd friends. Then it had gotten complicated.

"He's cast a spell or something! I would never have said-"

No shit, he just would have done it.

"Well what the Hell man?! Why would this horned rando just pull some shit?"

Trust me, I am not doing this by choice.

"Because he's evil, you dipshits!"

Well, that's fair. Maybe.

Blades came out and Ig stood, backing away, hands in his pockets and watching the situation. Well fuck. "Hey, wait a damn minute. How about you guys and ladies work this out yourselves, and if you can all agree, then we'll talk about it," he suggested quickly but firmly, crossing his fingers in his pocket that it worked as well on them as it had on the reporters back home. The group turned and looked at each other, confused and wary. It was then that the bartender spoke up, having been wrapped up into the entire situation himself. And he had a bat in his hand.

"And how about you pay your tab, asshole!"

Backing up as fast as he feasibly could, Ignatius held up his arms to keep them clear of the erupting chaos and backed toward the Employees Only door.
 
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There always seemed to be something happening in the seedier parts of Cascade Bay. They were, after all, seedy for a reason. Aymeric didn't enjoy his occasional patrols down here, but he had never been too good for it either, even in his position in the guard as their Captain. Still, tonight wasn't for patrolling. He had come to this place tonight, cloaked and comfortable at his end of the bar, to meet an old friend who had been dealing with his own fair share of troubles in these parts. He wanted to get out, he wanted to discuss the possibilities that came with being a member of the guard, but he wanted to do it on his own terms in a place where he felt comfortable. Admittedly, there were some establishments where he couldn't find any hope of comfort and this was one of them, but he would oblige nonetheless.

Only his hadn't showed before everything went to hell. Keeping where he was at the end of the bar, Aymeric watched the situation with subtlety, hoping that it would sort itself out, but it only seemed to escalate from there. Even the bartender was deciding he wanted to take sides, a bat soon enough in his hand. As they began to heard what he had seen as an innocent stranger toward the Employees Only door, the Elezen exhaled and slid from his seat, reaching beneath his cloak to pull some coins out, slapping them onto the counter with no subtlety at all. It was enough to grab the bartender's attention. He had pulled his cloak back enough so that not only his armor could be seen beneath it but the sizable blue blade at his side as well. It was more than recognizable for what it was and who it belonged to.

At that point, people seemed to back off, or perhaps the group was still considering the horned stranger's suggestion to talk it all over. Aymeric couldn't help but feel impressed that they were taking it into consideration at all. "This should be more than enough to cover my tab as well as his," he assured him, gesturing toward the man. He watched the bartender intently as though to challenge him to try to continue their little scuffle, but he seemed to have lost his desire to do so. With a faint nod of approval, he turned to followed the horned stranger through the Employees Only door and out into the cool air of the alleyway beside the bar.

"Are you always so quick to make enemies? And with hardly a word. I'm impressed." Aymeric didn't look particularly impressed. Curious, perhaps.
 
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Ig knew exactly what kind of fighter he was- not a great one. Even after the horns he tended to be more convincing and his snakey friends who got him out of trouble than any punch he'd ever managed to throw. Hell, Lee had kicked his ass, the bastard, and Ignatius had really wanted to win that one. So yeah, it was time for him to book. He hadn't come in asking for this; some people were just assholes and he didn't have a single feeling of responsibility over the fact that they wanted to treat each other like shit. That was on them. If they hadn't wanted to do it, then his suggestion wouldn't have worked.

So fuck them, really. They were kind of inherently terrible people. Good thing he learned that before he got too many drinks and they looked like a fun bunch.

Moving toward the door he kept his eyes open, but once there he turned around and slipped out without even looking back. Not. His. Problem. Besides, it sounded like they were willing to do their own thing. Sighing in relief he reached into his coat and pulled out a pack of smokes, removing one from the pack with his teeth before pulling out his Zippo and giving it a light. Ah, the sweet, sweet burn of half-stale nicotine and cold air while the world fell apart on the other side of a wall. The alley stank and the small snake in his sleeve moved to his pocket to avoid the cold but Ig appreciated the refreshing chill- and the solitude.

Only one of those would last, it seemed. Turning around toward the door as it opened he stepped back, a bit wary and leaving himself some space to back away toward the road, just in case. Who the Hell knew what this guy wanted. Either way, once he spotted the horns it was going to get interesting. Time to see what this guy's reaction was, because like it or not that's what Ig was stuck with. "Lifetime of practice at pissing people off," he replied dryly, a faint, wry grin on the corners of his mouth. No fear though- just a watchful carefulness. "Can I help you, Officer? Or did you just want to bum a smoke?"
 
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He had spotted the horns straightaway and with the directness in which Aymeric looked at the stranger, there was no question about it at all. He didn't seem phased in the least. It was true that the vast majority of Ishgard's settlers were Elezen, but there were Hyur as well as the occasional Half-Hyur, Half-Elezen, however lowly regarded they may have been by the population itself. Simply another topic to add to the list of extraordinary changes Aymeric wished that he could see in beloved home should the treachery of his father finally fall. At this point, he didn't know whether he would ever see that opportunity himself. At this point, he didn't know that he would ever see Ishgard again, but he was attempting to keep his internal despair to a minimum.

The point, really, was that visitors to the city, especially as of late, were not a new sight, and Cascade Bay's flavor of visitors had opened the Elezen's eyes even more-so.

"Oh, no. I don't partake," he assured him with a slight shake of the head. "I wanted to be certain nobody found it in them to follow you out here, to finish what they started. Although you appear to be more than confident in the contrary."
 
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Ig couldn't read people's minds so he couldn't know their inner turmoil- but the fact that this one didn't immediately confess to wanting to shoot someone or think about whether or not it's possible to have sex with a cactus was interesting. Not that he wanted to hear about it, but after a few dozen times of that kind of thing happening- even with his parent- Ig noticed when it didn't. Pandora was an interesting place. Honestly, it was kind of a relief. Maybe he could talk as a normal person for about two whole minutes if he didn't get arrested for breaking some law or another.

Shrugging, he took another drag and exhaled the smoke slowly, leaning back against the wall with his free hand in his pocket. "I had no idea who was coming out of that door but I figured I was sort of screwed if it was them, so why freak out. Even if it seemed like they had their own issues to work out that were way more important than being pissed off at me," he offered, nodding his head slightly toward the door. "Some people just can't hold their liquor, I guess. But thanks for being concerned."
 
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