Thanks for the Drinks
Nov 28, 2014 0:43:31 GMT -7
Post by Dealer's Button on Nov 28, 2014 0:43:31 GMT -7
Derevenskiy Zherebets
Scene-Outside
The recent snow fall have dusted this rustic tavern with shimmering sheets of ice and snow. Standing for hundreds of years the aging oak wood constructed into this building remains pristine and proud. The grand oval windows light up in a dull luminous glow as the laughter of many individual echo forth from the building. Near the grand oak door is a pair of statues of horses illustrating a proud yet mellow expression upon their face.
Scene-Inside
Once inside the full intensity of the celebration can be noticed. Many capital citizens are roaring with laughter with bottles of various drinks in the hands. The ferocious arctic winds away from their flesh and their worries. Anyone venturing from the hellish temperature outside could immediately be warmed up with this building's atmosphere. Linning against various walls are oak tables and chairs simple yet elegant with their design. On the far left is the bar where the aging bartender stands firmly giving out consumer's requested alchoholic beveriges and behind him is a grand display of beaveriges originating from various exotic and faraway lands even from forign shinobi villages.
~enter~
Sitting upon a distant corner a proud man sat his light blue eyes glancing at the civilians enjoying their meals and drinks. Dressed in his usual attire the dark brown dress vest reflected some of the light as it remained covering most of the white dress shirt underneath. Light brown dress pants covered the red leg master's powerful legs ending with a fine pair of neatly polished black dress shoes. Ace smiled he only wished the shinobi world could always provide this amount of peace and serenity for people that needed protection. He glanced over at one of his white gloved hands mentally seeing the numerous blood stains upon the fabric. No matter how many lives the Card Enchanter saved the blood of the foul remained upon his hands. Still for this brief amount of time the Hachidaime Yukikage was obligated to see the effects of his valiant bravery throughout the years. Indeed, it was glorious to be able to witness with his aging light blue eyes. Leaning back in his oak chair he stared out the window lazily watching as the snowflakes plummited upon the frozen earth. Slowly the Scion of Hearts closed his eyes allowing the smooth notes of the music playing from a couple of performers on the stage in the back of the establishment. Such a soft tune reminded him of the days of his youth right after the academy those days Ace was the one to serve the tables not be privately assigned one.
"Time progressed quickly and unrelenting did it not" the Hachidaime Yukikage silently asked to himself wondering if Reddo's soul could hear them. Silently digging through his pockets he pulled out two deck cases. Instead of his usual combat cards these were cards the card enchanter enjoyed playing with in a game called Magic the Gathering. A delightful past time he played while a young strapping man. So much political struggles and such he sadly did not have much time to enjoy the card game. Opening one(Green/White Squirrels) his eyes scanned through each card before shuffling it quickly and elegantly. A small smirk formed upon his lips. It sure felt amazing to shuffle a deck of cards that was not meant to kill another being.
Scene-Outside
The recent snow fall have dusted this rustic tavern with shimmering sheets of ice and snow. Standing for hundreds of years the aging oak wood constructed into this building remains pristine and proud. The grand oval windows light up in a dull luminous glow as the laughter of many individual echo forth from the building. Near the grand oak door is a pair of statues of horses illustrating a proud yet mellow expression upon their face.
Scene-Inside
Once inside the full intensity of the celebration can be noticed. Many capital citizens are roaring with laughter with bottles of various drinks in the hands. The ferocious arctic winds away from their flesh and their worries. Anyone venturing from the hellish temperature outside could immediately be warmed up with this building's atmosphere. Linning against various walls are oak tables and chairs simple yet elegant with their design. On the far left is the bar where the aging bartender stands firmly giving out consumer's requested alchoholic beveriges and behind him is a grand display of beaveriges originating from various exotic and faraway lands even from forign shinobi villages.
~enter~
Sitting upon a distant corner a proud man sat his light blue eyes glancing at the civilians enjoying their meals and drinks. Dressed in his usual attire the dark brown dress vest reflected some of the light as it remained covering most of the white dress shirt underneath. Light brown dress pants covered the red leg master's powerful legs ending with a fine pair of neatly polished black dress shoes. Ace smiled he only wished the shinobi world could always provide this amount of peace and serenity for people that needed protection. He glanced over at one of his white gloved hands mentally seeing the numerous blood stains upon the fabric. No matter how many lives the Card Enchanter saved the blood of the foul remained upon his hands. Still for this brief amount of time the Hachidaime Yukikage was obligated to see the effects of his valiant bravery throughout the years. Indeed, it was glorious to be able to witness with his aging light blue eyes. Leaning back in his oak chair he stared out the window lazily watching as the snowflakes plummited upon the frozen earth. Slowly the Scion of Hearts closed his eyes allowing the smooth notes of the music playing from a couple of performers on the stage in the back of the establishment. Such a soft tune reminded him of the days of his youth right after the academy those days Ace was the one to serve the tables not be privately assigned one.
"Time progressed quickly and unrelenting did it not" the Hachidaime Yukikage silently asked to himself wondering if Reddo's soul could hear them. Silently digging through his pockets he pulled out two deck cases. Instead of his usual combat cards these were cards the card enchanter enjoyed playing with in a game called Magic the Gathering. A delightful past time he played while a young strapping man. So much political struggles and such he sadly did not have much time to enjoy the card game. Opening one(Green/White Squirrels) his eyes scanned through each card before shuffling it quickly and elegantly. A small smirk formed upon his lips. It sure felt amazing to shuffle a deck of cards that was not meant to kill another being.
