Deo overheard a bit of the chat at the giant booth, and it made him think. If they were really from another universe, was there a copy of him somewhere out there? Would he have never overcured his little aging problem? Maybe this other Deo had died already. Half of his mind was focused on staying coherent, while the other half was eavesdropping, albeit not obviously.
So you have the object I asked Megatron to retrieve for me? Yeah it's in a compartment in my automail leg. But aren't you immune to magic, and don't you tendency to disenchant magical items. In my true body, yes. This body is just a remote. My spark is still in the Spamville reality.
"Here," Ryh said as he offered Deo a tumbler glass of ice water. He then turned to the felinoid, "One for you as well m'lady?"
"Thank you," he said smiling. He sipped his water. He began to think to himself, I have to go back to work tomorrow. I wonder how hung over I'll be. I should head to Earth and work on 500, but I'd have to leave right now, and I'm certainly in no condition to do so. Double vision, that's unfortunate, but I will live. I can't believe my liver still works. Is there a sun here? He had spaced out, his mind drunkenly wandering.
It wasn't easy for Megs to find the "Heart Of Discord" She had to go trough a cult and some nasty monsters created with the heart. Your saying he wants more money? She's not a giant robot anymore, so yeah the difficulty didn't match the commission.
"Looks like I may have to cut you off there pal," Ryh said, "You certainly put a dent in the bottle." He slid it aside, "It's yours, so it will be here for you to finish later." Ryh levitated up to the table occupied by the Cybertronians, "Would you folks like anything else?"
'Ah, an interesting choice indeed," Ryh mused, "Coming right up!" With a wave of his hand, the dragon eased back down behind the bar and set to work mixing the cocktail.
Deo replied, "That is probably a good idea." He stood up, with surprisingly good balance. "I need to step outside for a few moments. Fret not, I will not operate any vehicles." He stepped away from the bar and walked outside. (I didn't even realize this was posted in again. My bad! It might be too late for this one now. )
I suppose we could continue it as a one on one if you wanted? Wouldn't be quite the same though sadly.
Deo was leaning against the wall outside, gazing at the stars for a few before returning to the festivities. He had had enough to drink, but he wasn't ready to leave quite yet. He noticed a very bright flash of light out of the corner of his eye. He thought it was a sun at first, almost making a run for the door, not thinking quite clearly. However, when he looked up, it was as if he was looking into a mirror. The copycat spoke, "How in the world are you not dead yet, old man?" Deo was shocked to say the least. Approaching was an old friend from a long time ago, and a place far, far away. "You certainly are one to talk, aren't you?" The two shared a quick embrace. (Hopefully we can get people interested in this again. Hub worlds must exist for RPers.)
(Hopefully so! It also gives people the chance to see what characters might have good synergy for 1x1 rps, or basic practice!) Ryhadrom leaned upon the table at his bar, quietly sipping a glass of absinthe from a silver goblet. How strange the universe was, thousands of years had passed him by, and through that time he had seen technology change. Empires came and went, but at least one thing remained consistent.. Commerce.
The two walked inside together, looking completely identical, but sounding a bit different. "Of all the places... Last time I saw you was over a hundred years ago. I thought you died! How the hell did you get out, and why haven't you lived to death yet?" "That, my friend, is classified." "Alright, you secretive prick, so you never came to see me?" "Ha. Though I did try, getting ahold of you is extremely laborious." They approached the bar and sat down. The different sounding one spoke up, "Lemme get a cider. And keep this idiot cut off, I could smell him a thousand feet away."
Ryh chuckled, and fetched a particularly fine vintage from the shelf. He poured the cider into a champagne glass and handed it to the gentleman with a raised eyebrow and a smile.
Ryh nodded and selected a particularly fine vintage from the shelf and poured it into a champagne glass. He handed it to the newcomer with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.
