Post by ~Panzerschurke~ on Dec 30, 2015 2:10:39 GMT
On the far side of the main drag of Beach City there sat a pub, normally a pretty quiet place, good for telling tall tales to your friends, or drowning of any number of- and various grades of sorrows and cares, with a number of- and various grades of human made Earth beverages infused with various percentages of ethanol, dissolved in an aqueous solution. Normally any given night the place would be filled with human patrons, however this night, a certain gem had sought out the establishment to indulge in what she would consider a "fine wine" all on its own.... the ubiquitous bar-fight...
Not that this gem enjoyed the notion of hurting the comparatively fragile humans. She habitually pulled her punches and enjoyed the sheer rediculosity of it all, as a human adolescent might revel in a pillow fight... or in the Giant-Q-Tip fighting that was sometimes shown on human unidirectional entertainment transmission network, by humans proclaiming themselves some sort of gladiators..
A loud clatter followed by the sound of breaking wood, and a deep gruff human voice bellowing out "ALRIGHT THAT'S ENOUGH OUTTA YOU, MISSY..." Another crash and the sound of a more elderly human male bewailing "Sweet mercy shes got my dentures!....OW! bit by my own teeth..." The tavern door bursts open with wriggling, scrappy looking female gem clad in low back - hi front tank top, rugged capris with stocky boots, and appearing to be just under 6 ft tall, late 20's by human standards with a greyish mauve skin tone, medium choppy hair and a partial transparent face visor, held aloft by a trio of large human bouncers. "ONE, TWO, THREE.. HEAVEEE!!", the bouncers count off, and the gem finds herself slung like a battering ram, or a log towards a fire, landing ingloriously on her back, the dark iridescent gem, artichoke shaped and located high between her shoulder blades cutting a sparking groove into the asphalt as she lands.
"Heyyyyyy c'mon, no fair guys!" Her voice, catty with a slight gravel to it, rings out as she lifts a gloved fist to the air.."Gimmie back whats mine or I'll come back in there, so help me I will!"
A slough of expletives emanate from the door as a diamond shaped poncho is flung out into the street after her, landing on her upheld arm as if it were some kind of coat tree, flopping down over her face. *a cloth muffled voice* "Thaaaaaaaank youuuuuuu-OOF!!".. as a tatty denim backpack sails similarly through the doorway, landing on her midriff.. "Hmmf.. was wondering where I left that." The gem slowly sits up and lifts the fabric from her eyes to survey what her ego was reeeeealy hoping was an empty street, but given that the clock had only recently rolled over 7 PM, this was unlikely.
Not that this gem enjoyed the notion of hurting the comparatively fragile humans. She habitually pulled her punches and enjoyed the sheer rediculosity of it all, as a human adolescent might revel in a pillow fight... or in the Giant-Q-Tip fighting that was sometimes shown on human unidirectional entertainment transmission network, by humans proclaiming themselves some sort of gladiators..
A loud clatter followed by the sound of breaking wood, and a deep gruff human voice bellowing out "ALRIGHT THAT'S ENOUGH OUTTA YOU, MISSY..." Another crash and the sound of a more elderly human male bewailing "Sweet mercy shes got my dentures!....OW! bit by my own teeth..." The tavern door bursts open with wriggling, scrappy looking female gem clad in low back - hi front tank top, rugged capris with stocky boots, and appearing to be just under 6 ft tall, late 20's by human standards with a greyish mauve skin tone, medium choppy hair and a partial transparent face visor, held aloft by a trio of large human bouncers. "ONE, TWO, THREE.. HEAVEEE!!", the bouncers count off, and the gem finds herself slung like a battering ram, or a log towards a fire, landing ingloriously on her back, the dark iridescent gem, artichoke shaped and located high between her shoulder blades cutting a sparking groove into the asphalt as she lands.
"Heyyyyyy c'mon, no fair guys!" Her voice, catty with a slight gravel to it, rings out as she lifts a gloved fist to the air.."Gimmie back whats mine or I'll come back in there, so help me I will!"
A slough of expletives emanate from the door as a diamond shaped poncho is flung out into the street after her, landing on her upheld arm as if it were some kind of coat tree, flopping down over her face. *a cloth muffled voice* "Thaaaaaaaank youuuuuuu-OOF!!".. as a tatty denim backpack sails similarly through the doorway, landing on her midriff.. "Hmmf.. was wondering where I left that." The gem slowly sits up and lifts the fabric from her eyes to survey what her ego was reeeeealy hoping was an empty street, but given that the clock had only recently rolled over 7 PM, this was unlikely.