The bar in Ironport wasn't much to look at. Brick building windows with a Open light sign as well as beer advertisements up. The line up of bikes form various bikers out front, then there the bouncer. Coldstone a 8 foot tall man looking to be made of living granite. It was a sports bar and there were T.V's playing ESPN as well as other sports channels. Over to one side was a stage for local bands to play and an area open for dancing. It was a place where crooks come to conduct business and heroes come to get leads. In the center of this information trade, owner and main bar tender Dante sporting mutations that made him a living devil. Red skin tones black fingernails and two horns from the top of his head.
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Personal rules of good roleplay
1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
Klade walked with his hands in his coat pockets, slowly but with purpose. He attempted to enter the bar, waiting to see if the bouncer would block his path.
The bouncer looked him over "I.D." it wasn't a question. The man seemed not even be breathing as he held out his over sized hand for the I.D.
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Personal rules of good roleplay
1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
He takes out his ID and hands it to the the statue. "Here. I'm on a job for some rat bastard. I heard this place was good to catch some downtime."
Coldstone didn't seem to take notice and handed the card back "Dante the bar tender will take care of you."
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Personal rules of good roleplay
1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
Klade nodded and entered. He wove his way through the crowd to the bar, and took a seat and waited until Dante took notice.
Dante was preparing a drink mixing a few items and the lifts it up and blew a burst of flame from his mouth to the drink setting it aflame. Then serving it with a few claps from the person that ordered it. "One flaming Dragon for the lady." She blew out the flames on the drink and took the warm shot in one swallow. Dante had already moved on to where Klade was siting. "What can I do for you sir?"
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Personal rules of good roleplay
1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
"I was looking for some directions, I'm new to town. Maybe a drink or two to pass the time. I'm working for a real rat bastard."
He nods "I heard about your boss. Were clear got the item?"
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Personal rules of good roleplay
1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
Klade shook his head. "No. He didn't have it. After some coercing, he told me it was at Psychopomp and Circumstance."
Dante pored a glass with some coke and set it down beside the glass was a bundle of cash in a napkin. "Five hundred for the information. Jutan would have to figure out what to do next."
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Personal rules of good roleplay
1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
"If Jutan needs me again, just tell the rat bastard. I'm up for pretty much any job." Klade puts the money in his coat and sips the coke until emptying the glass. He then nods to Dante, and leaves, going back to the Grayson.