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Post by Spirit Weaver on Sept 27, 2014 14:30:36 GMT -5
95% of the books Spirit read involved a bar scene. Typically in this bar, they wood find information on whatever demon they were hunting, or they would learn of an evil warlock that needed to be destroyed or something. Clearly, this begged to question: why had Spirit not ever been to one to try and start an adventure that way? The answer was actually rather simple. She was only nineteen. Legally two years younger than a pony was supposed to be before starting to drink or go to bars.
But, Spirit never really paid much attention to 'rules' and 'laws.' And, as such, she slowly opened the door to the Rusted Horseshoe Saloon, having no problems with bouncers or anything. Maybe it was the scars. Teenagers didn't often have more than one small scar. Let alone have multiple, some of which clearly visible and quite large.
The Witch expected a much different scene inside the saloon. In her books, she always read about sketchy ponies, cloaks and daggers, undercover princes, and bar fights every few hours. Inside it was.... Nice, warmly lit, and clean. The ponies were amiable, some even going out of their way to greet the newcomer. It was nice.
Sadly, nopony liked like a rumourmonger or anything like that. So, she did the next best thing. Making her way to the bar, she sat on a stool. Placing a hoof on the counter, she looked about to say something before the stool gently rotated.
It.. Spun?
An experimental wiggle proved her right.
It spun!
And so, the great and terrible Witch of the Everfree Forest, grand soul stealer and demon caller began to pivot back and forth on a barstool.
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Post by Low Key on Sept 27, 2014 15:24:31 GMT -5
It was another weekday night, and Low Key was in better spirits than he had been in in a while. Hitting it off with Niara had done wonders for both his self-esteem and general outlook on life. He had started wearing the bow tie and waistcoat again and the smile on his face was even more genuine than it was before. He still heard people calling him Two Pump and Extra Virgin behind his back, but he could care less what they thought. His redemption had come and it was all thanks to his lovely marefriend.
As Low was polishing a beer glass, he heard the door swing open. Looking up, he saw a rather battle-scarred young mare enter. His mind wandered to where it was she got those scars: Veteran of the Royal Guard, abuse, or something else? As she approached the counter, he put on his genuine smile and was prepared to give her an obligatory greeting when she started spinning in her seat. He had to agree with her that the spinning bar stools were pretty fun. Management had just bought them with the funds from that one huge night they had, and so far had been met with universal acceptance.
As she spun around, Low Key took the time to really get a good look at her. She seemed a bit young, but he wasn't about to make an assumption. After all, he looked pretty young himself, but he was actually 22. Also, when it came to age limits, Equestria relied on the honor system. For most colts and fillies, this was more than enough to deter them from doing adult things, but not all of them.
Finally, Low cleared his throat and gave the obligatory greeting, "Hi there! What can I get you?"
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Sept 27, 2014 15:52:16 GMT -5
Spirit had just finished a complete 360 degree spin when she was suddenly faced with Low Key. Thankfully, she was becoming a bit sedated in her town-life, otherwise everypony in the bar would remember exactly how flammable alcohol was. But, her hoof stayed away from the inside of her satchel and the stack of spell seals within. Ever since she had gotten a job over at the bookstore, she had finally been able to stock up once again on the cards. She was running low, earlier.
But, that didn't mean that she didn't make a fool out of herself, still. When he cleared his throat and spoke, she practically leapt backwards, though her hoof caught on the swiveling chair and she ended up sprawled on the ground, a few things coming from her bag, ranging from pieces of paper to a single, crystal orb. The crystal was the first thing that went back into her bag before anypony could get a good look at it. The next items weren't nearly as quick to be retrieved.
Thankfully, it seemed like nopony save Low Key noticed (or cared, really) and while nopony laughed or made scathing remarks, nopony offered to help her, either, until everything was gathered up again. With that done, she placed her bag on the ground by the stool and sat upon it again.
Her cheeks were an embarrassed red, but she made no move to say anything about her tumble, and instead asked, "What would you recommend?"
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Post by Low Key on Sept 27, 2014 16:00:07 GMT -5
As Spirit took a tumble, Low watched as the items spilled from her bag. He barely got a glimpse of the crystal orb as she stuffed it back inside. Looking at the other items, he noticed a few cards with strange inscriptions on them. Knowing next to nothing about arcane magic, he thought nothing of them as the young mare hurriedly shoved those inside her bag as well. As she took her seat, he gave her a reassuring chuckle and said, "Sorry about that. I wasn't aware that my demeanor was so frightening. Anyway, what I would suggest you depends on your experience level. Are you a teetotaler or do you have an iron liver?"
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Sept 27, 2014 17:10:40 GMT -5
"Oh no, it wasn't your demeanor, sir," she explained, "It was just how... Sudden you came up. I'm not really used to all this... Ponies everywhere... Thing."
He shrugged, "I mean, I've been an adventurer for the past few years. I kind of floated in and out of society. I was a lone pony, mostly. So.... Honestly I don't know where I'm going with this," she finished up with a nervous chuckle.
"I-I honestly have never drank before, either. I really have no clue what I'm getting myself into, here."
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Post by Low Key on Sept 27, 2014 17:21:21 GMT -5
So she was an adventurer? That would explain the scars. Low Key took the glass he was polishing and looked up at her, "If you haven't had a drop of alcohol in your life, I'd suggest something light, like a beer or cider. Both have an alcohol content of about 5% so you shouldn't get too buzzed off of one glass."
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Sept 27, 2014 17:49:22 GMT -5
Clearly this begged to question: was Spirit willing to actually get drunk? How would she act if she hypothetically did? She shivered slightly at the thought of a mentally inhibited mare with the power to level a couple buildings in her bag. If she was an angry drunk, there was a chance that there wouldn't be a rusted horseshoe anymore. Or a Spirit Weaver, for that matter. Heh. Could be fun.
shrugging she reached into her bag again and pulled out a small sack of coins, "I guess I may as well start with a cider, then, yes?"
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Post by Low Key on Sept 27, 2014 18:10:51 GMT -5
Low levitates the glass under the counter and pulls up a mug, "Good choice, I've tried it before and I've found cider to be one of the few alcoholic beverages that I can drink more than a few sips of." He places it under a spigot and fills it with frothy hard cider, placing it on the counter before Spirit, "By the way, I never got your name, miss."
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Sept 27, 2014 18:39:26 GMT -5
A bartender that couldn't drink? That sounded absurd. Like, really it did. But, who was Spirit to judge? She was a unicorn that couldn't do magic. Oh well, that wasn't really important. Gripping the mug in a hoof, she brought it to her lips, taking a rather large swig of the drink. It was... well... it was. It wasn't necessarily good, but she couldn't say she hated it, either.
Placing it on the counter, she responded, "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought I introduced myself. I am Spirit Weaver, Glyph Magician and ex-adventurer. And who do I have the pleasure of meeting, tonight?"
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Post by Low Key on Sept 27, 2014 19:49:03 GMT -5
He places his forehooves up on the counter and introduces himself, "I'm Low Key. Interesting titles you've given yourself, I'm sure a former adventurer such as yourself has some interesting stories to tell? On a scale of desk job to Daring Do, exactly how action packed has your life been?"
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Sept 27, 2014 20:00:09 GMT -5
That was a good question. How high exactly did she rate her life? In her own opinion, she felt like she had lived a much more dangerous adn exciting life than Daring Do. But, Daring also had other things that she needed to get done. She had motive behind what she did. Spirit only did it to get money. So, she settled, for "Maybe a notch or two below Daring Do. I mean, she was good enough at her job to not get these things," she said, gesturing to the scars.
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Post by Low Key on Sept 27, 2014 20:22:10 GMT -5
Low Key nodded in understanding before levitating up his rag again and looking like he was wiping at a stain. After a small pregnant pause, Low finally starts up a new conversation, "So, Miss Weaver, what brings you to this town? Find anything in those ruins out in the forest?"
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Sept 27, 2014 21:55:50 GMT -5
Spirit looked up to the roof, as if trying to remember, "Got run out of the last town I was in. Apparently I scared the locals a few too many times, or something," she said, surprisingly forthcoming with the information, "And as for those ruins, I don't rightly know what makes you so sure I've been there, but no. Nothing of interest at all, sadly."
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Post by Low Key on Sept 27, 2014 22:01:16 GMT -5
Low's smile fades slightly in disappointment before he finds something else to ask about, "So, any good stories that you want to share. A mare such as yourself probably has plenty of stories."
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Sept 27, 2014 22:05:31 GMT -5
Spirit was ow going to play a game. Tell the most boring stories she could. Low Key looked a bit disappointed that there wasn't anything in the ruins, so she may as well keep building his hopes just to crush them, right? Standing up, she gestured to a rather long and thin scar across her side, "Well, you see this thing? I fell out of a tree a year or so back and got myself cut up pretty good."
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