Post by Exemplar of Demacia on Nov 23, 2013 1:20:20 GMT -5
The bar was well kept and well lit, with several groups of men, many of them soldiers, sitting at thick wooden tables or along the bar. Most of the servers were women, but the barkeep was pouring a drink with his back turned when Fizz entered. A bit of quiet accompanied the small creature as he entered, as dulled minds wondered if they were truly seeing a champion in their local bar, and one from bligewater at that. A couple men at one of the tables started to whisper as the barkeep turned to greet his guest.
"Humans and Yordles mostly, and what might you be fine sir so that I may be adding it to my list?"
He pulled a clean class in front of him and set it in front of Fizz. He grinned, anxious to hear the creatures drink of choice and hoping it wasn't grogg. He rarely bought the stuff, being this far from the water, and he was out.
Post by The Tidal Trickster on Nov 23, 2013 13:30:46 GMT -5
Eh, ya humans don't really have a name for my kind, and ya won't probably be able to pronounce what we called ourselves beneath the waves anyway. Some o' the more sober folks in Bilgewater say I'm an "atlantean" though.
Fizz somewhat thoughtlessly sticks the trident into the floor, the blades sinking slightly into the wooden boards. He is still holding his predatory grin as he talks, his fairly high-pitched voice making him sound deceptively child-like.
And as for what I want for a drink, surprise me. There ain't much to find in Bilgewater outside whatever grog the pirates 'ave found, and it ain't really that great to always drink the same ol' thing.
The glyphs on the trident glow every other minute, periodically applying a layer of water onto the Trickster's skin, keeping him from drying while away from the water and making him comfortable, while also being more slippery and hard to catch.
Post by Exemplar of Demacia on Nov 24, 2013 0:44:17 GMT -5
A soldier called out from a nearby table. He was young, with short brown hair and a wide toothy grin of his own. "A fish child? I know exactly what he needs Barney! Pour him a tall glass of water before he dries out!" Laughter broke out along the bar but the bartender only shook his head. "Skeppfjord Stout. On the house." He grabbed a sturdy mug from beneath he counter, putting the glass away as he filled it from the tap. It was a dark, reddish beer with a foamy head.
The soldiers turned back to their company, with only the occasional look toward this strange visitor as they continued drinking. There were city locals in the tavern, a few plainly dressed travelers and one that looked to be a merchant of middling wealth, the the soldiers were the biggest group. Fizz may have noticed a subtle difference in their uniforms from those he had seen on the street. They had the very same city guard armor and their helms sat on the tables in front of them, but their backs were covered by long cloaks of a deep blue that bordered on black.
The bartender tried to keep the champions attention. "Atlantean eh? And what brings you to our fair city?" He smiled, somewhat sarcastic.
Post by The Tidal Trickster on Nov 24, 2013 9:22:16 GMT -5
Fizz looks at the drink for a moment before turning to look at the man who shouted for a moment. If he kept shouting like that, the Trickster would have to teach him a lesson. Armor was a hinderance, making Fizz have an advantage with his speed and agility. He turns to the bartender again, laughing a bit.
A couple o' reasons. For one, it's fun to travel 'round now and then, new places with new people bring new experiences. And well, another thing is that I hear y'all here in Demacia don't like pirates, and I gotta see what y'all are like in case ya try to hurt my home somehow.
He smiles widely, his shark-like teeth making it seem more sinister than usual. He then takes a swig from the drink. Somewhat blander than Bilgewater drinks, not as strong in taste or potency. Not surprising. He then turns to the man who had shouted before.
Considerin' what ya drink is like water to me, it wouldn't make a difference if I was given water. B'sides, I ain't a child, ya never know, I might be older than ya. I've got more skill no matter what kiddo.
Post by Exemplar of Demacia on Nov 24, 2013 18:04:27 GMT -5
The bartenders eyes narrowed. He casually filled a glass with water and switched it for the beer he had handed to Fizz. "Fair enough. If its all the same to you we'll stick to the water then." He was not at all impressed. Insulting his patrons was nothing, but insulting the drink was rudeness. Allying with pirates was distasteful. The switch brought another round of laughter from the soldier and his friends, but they seemed content. Most went back to talking among themselves.
"See what you will Champion, sate your curiosity, but don't cause trouble. If you want something stronger I suggest you try across the street. If you do, I'd try not to mention your fondness for pirates. Here, its the same word as thief, and thieves aren't suffered long in Demacia. If not, you're welcome to drink your fill." He gestured to the glass of water.
Post by The Tidal Trickster on Nov 25, 2013 5:23:08 GMT -5
Fizz looks at the bartender for a moment, shaking his head. He then pulls the trident from the floorboards and holds it against the counter.
Now why would I need ya to get me water...
The blades on the water glow, creating a fairly large pool of water on the counter.
When I can get it myself even in the middle of a desert?
His grin seems to widen once more, his eyes now showing the fierce nature hidden beneath the playfulness of the Trickster.
Ya may not suffer thieves 'round here, but to get rid o' me, you'd have to catch me first. And I know for a fact that yer best and brightest have their hands full tryin' to even touch me when I try my hardest. B'sides... I love a challenge. I've spent my whole life seeking trouble and overcoming it, without a weapon. I ain't seen much above the waves that compares to the horrors of the Deeps... and if y'all keep acting so hostile because of a lil' joke... ya just might end up finding out what it feels like to have a burial at sea.
He laughs menacingly, obviously he wasn't impressed by the attitude and sense of humor of the Demacians. They seemed as complacent as his own kind back in the day, even if they knew how to fight. So sure of the might of their own kind, their Justice. That would one day become their downfall... especially after the Shadow Isles invasion that Gangplank had told Bilgewater about. He then spins around on the chair, smacking the glass of water over, pouring all over the bartender as the Trickster merely hops down and heads out towards the exit again, giving one look to the young man who had made jokes about him being a child earlier, saying to him in a fairly threatening manner...
Post by Exemplar of Demacia on Nov 25, 2013 23:54:53 GMT -5
The bar was quiet as Fizz walked towards the exit, and he would have left in silence if not for the soldiers retort just as fizz reached for the handle of the door.
"Is that right? Let me know if you see one, minnow."
Nobody laughed, they just watched. Many of them did know of him. They'd seen the battles. Seen how quick he was. They all despised thieves, but they knew to respect skill. A bit of fun and pushing a league champion too far was two different things, even this far from sober. Heads bowed over drinks kept eyes fixed on the little creatures back.
"Smooth sailing." The bartender said almost earnestly, breaking the quiet. He looked Fizz right in the face with a steady stare. His eyes said just keep walking, but it was the kind of request you give when you expect just the opposite. His hand hovered over a yellow crystal on the counter beneath the bar while the other rubbed the heavily lacquered wood with a white cloth. He wiped up the water, and hoped that later he wouldn't be wiping his rag red.
Post by The Tidal Trickster on Nov 26, 2013 1:42:00 GMT -5
Fizz merely laughs at the soldier's retort, looking at the bartender for a moment before winking. He suddenly spins around, grabbing a mug with the blades of the trident and in one smooth and swift movement, tosses it at high speed at the head of the soldier calling him names. The hit would be enough to probably get him to either calm down or... take a nap, but it wouldcause no permanent damage. He was a well-meaning Trickster after all.
Try me again when ya've grown up kiddo. I don't fight younglings like you.
Then with the same grin as before, he walks out of the door and back into the streets, taking a couple of steps forward and just looking around for a moment before walking along with the streets, he had found out enough about the local taverns for now.
Post by Exemplar of Demacia on Dec 3, 2013 21:10:21 GMT -5
The mug hit the soldiers head with a thud and a crack. Weakened, it shattered into several pieces when it hit the floor. Knocked unconscious, he slumped forward as his fellows grabbed and steadied him. People rushed to the table, and a few of them shouted good riddance towards the door, but none followed. The excitement sobered a few heads, who gathered their things together to leave. The bartender produced a stretcher from a back closet, and a bandage with ice for the soon to be swollen head of his unlucky patron.
From the quiet of a back table, three knights donned helmets and headed to the street.
The street was fairly empty, the bar across the street had an open door and a low rumble of conversation floating into the street that stretched east to west.
Post by Gillam Dunwall on Dec 4, 2013 0:08:50 GMT -5
Nearby, Gillam was strolling around near the very same bar. He needed to clear his head, as he had had a rough day. The long, sleepless nights of attempting to fill out mountains of paperwork was beginning to take its toll on the esteemed head of House Dunwall. He frequently needed to step outside of the estate, and take a small stroll. Often, he would stay within his manor's gates, and roam around the exterior of the building, but Gillam decided to go into the city and shake things up a bit.
As Gillam approached the bar, he heard a rather loud commotion, as a group of guards began filing out of the bar. Gillam scanned the rest of the area, only to see a tiny blue figure disappear into an alleyway. Judging from the immense amount of studying Gillam undertook to learn more about the League and it's denizens, Gillam guessed the blue figure belonged to Fizz, the Tidal Trickster.
Gillam had never met Fizz before. This wasn't a surprise, as Fizz hailed from Bilgewater. Even though Bilgewater was still considered neutral by the Institute, Gillam was well aware that the city state had strong ties to Noxus. However, Fizz didn't seem like one who would support Demacia's rivals. Still, Gillam didn't trust the Tidal Trickster that much, and knew what kinds of trouble he had stirred up in other city states.
Gillam sighed. His peaceful stroll would have to come to an abrupt stop. Even though his head wasn't fully cleared, he was still slightly interested in what a champion such as Fizz would be doing in Demacia. Gillam slowly walked up to one of the guards.
"Excuse me, what is all of this commotion about?"
Gillam asked, taking a quick glance back at the alleyway Fizz vanished down, then turning back to the guard.
"No matter the era, I am Demacian, through and through."
Post by Exemplar of Demacia on Dec 5, 2013 0:43:46 GMT -5
The Guard saluted, briefing Lord Dunwall. "The league champion Fizz came into the bar. he had words with one of the soldiers and insulted the bartender. Spilled water everywhere. Then he clocked a Corporal in the head with a beer mug. The thing broke all over, knocked him out clean. He's run off but the boys are mad as hell."
A group of three Knights emerged from the tavern, approaching and standing in a semi-circle beside Gillam and the guard.
The first addressed the group of soldiers exiting the tavern. Many were simply drunk, but a good few had anger in their eyes and minds clear enough to lead them in hunting.
"There's nothing to see here. Be on your way. You might not be mine, but Ill see you whipped for drunkenness if you're found chasing after the creature."
A few of those present cast dark looks down the street, but saluted. Order was everything. They would grate against a command like this, but they would obey.
Post by Gillam Dunwall on Dec 5, 2013 23:09:45 GMT -5
"If you don't mind, I would like to aid in the apprehension of the Tidal Trickster. I would like to possibly meet this foreign champion, and your men can have an extra hand searching for him. It's a win-win situation, no?
Gillam once again turned back towards the direction Fizz had exited, stroking his chin in thought. He silently cursed himself for not bringing his small buckler. Even though he doubted Fizz would fight back, Gillam would have had at least another tool to close the gap between him and the small blue champion. In fact, Gillam wasn't armed at all, so if it came down to a fight, he would have to resort to fists. Sure, everything he had read about Fizz suggested he was a rather peaceful, if not mischievous, champion. Still, Gillam didn't trust anyone from Bilgewater, especially since Fizz could possibly have ties to Noxians.
"No matter the era, I am Demacian, through and through."
Post by The Tidal Trickster on Dec 6, 2013 9:09:20 GMT -5
Meanwhile, Fizz had made it to a back alley and climbed the drain pipe on the side of a building to the top of a house, and looked around the streets from there. No doubt the Demacians would spread the word like he had done what he did in the bar without reason, or with malice, even though neither were true. It would be exactly like them to twist the truth to their own "justified" purposes from what he had learned from those who had had a fair bit of contact with these people before.
However, if they were to try and capture him, good luck to them. He was always up for a fight, and his size and agility made him hard to catch. His small size also made it so that he could easily hide somewhere after cutting a corner or such, as long as there weren't any witnesses for where he went. He preferred not to fight, it would give him a bad name for no reason here, but if it came down to it, it'd be a perfect test of how good the people of the "shining jewel" of Valoran were in combat.
So, he sits up on the roof, looking around. Most likely the soldiers wouldn't look up, and even if they did, it would be hard to spot the small, blue Trickster against the vast blue sky above. Perhaps he could see whether someone strays from the group, and give them a little surprise... nothing dangerous of course, bad publicity wasn't always great, as he had seen when he had to evade all of Bilgewater before Chomper appeared there for the first time...
Post by Exemplar of Demacia on Dec 6, 2013 16:43:05 GMT -5
"Lord Dunwall... " The captains exchanged awkward looks. "We can't exactly hunt down the Champion. We will report the incident to the League embassy, but it's likely there will be little consequences. The soldier aggravated him after he was told to leave the tavern." They looked a little embarrassed but they knew it was useless to pursue Fizz. It would only cause more trouble.
"Besides, that one is a slippery devil."
The rooftops were empty, and the streets were fairly clear. In the distance a group of soldiers ran drills in the midday sun, on the green that was bordered by the street on three sides. The sound of hammers rang out in the distance as some building was being repaired. No angry shouts followed Fizz, and the alleyway below was empty.
Post by Gillam Dunwall on Dec 6, 2013 23:41:12 GMT -5
Gillam frowned. His face showed a clear sign of disappointment, but not enough to warrant any sort of argument. Besides, he knew Fizz was one of the trickiest champions in the League, and he would try and use everything against you. He would have to try and meet later with Fizz on more even terms, but for now, he would stay out of the incident altogether.
"I see...well, good luck on your search. Let's hope our Tidal Trickster doesn't stir up any more trouble."
With a final smirk at the guard, Gillam turned away towards he ever growing crowd outside the bar, and headed back towards his estate, taking the path that Fizz escaped down. It would take longer to arrive at his estate going this way through the city, but he would have more time to clear his head, and focus on the dreadful mountains of paperwork waiting for him.
Last Edit: Dec 6, 2013 23:42:04 GMT -5 by Gillam Dunwall
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