A crisp morning, that December was. A cold, average day. quiet, at least until twelve PM. That, of course, was the opening hour of Mainstreed, the Questboards, and the Cherrywood Bar and Wood fire Pizza restaurant, a well-known hang out spot of a specific low-grade monster-bashing team, as well as where we find said team blacked out, on the floor, like usual.

 

NeverBetter awoke with a grunt, coughing up a ball of hair, he tried to recall last night's events. "That's the last time I let Yuffie get my drinks... I think I bit a chunk out of Silver's hair again..." He sighed picking himself up off the ground, he looked around at the rest of his drunken and sleeping team.

 

"All of you, get up, please!" NeverBetter called to his teammates. 

 

(Welcome to the world we now as Alternate. I have just put us all here for now, as I feel its the easiest way to do things in terms of kicking us off.  Let the posting commence!)

Edited February 19, 201510 yr by Guest

"Well, i joined a guild because when i was younger, all i wanted to do was go on adventures. i used to read so many stories, and wanted nothing more than to quest and defeat monsters and be a hero. As for why this guild in particular, i was  so scrawny as a kid that when it was time to join, Never was the only one who saw any potential in me." He chuckled at this. "I dont blame the other guilds, i could barley lift a sword." He drew his large broad sword. "Never handed me this, and it was almost comical, the way it dragged me to the ground. i tried so hard, but couldnt lift it. NeverBetter just laughed and said "i like you kid, you got heart. your in." and from that moment on, ive never once regretted joining this guild." He re-sheathed his sword. "We're a family. We might be kinda irresponsible, but we get by. Anyone in the guild will have your back without a second thought. sure we might not be the best with money, and we probably drink too much, and we arent the strongest, but these are the best damn guild mates i could ask for, and ill take that over 'top guild' status any day." he took a second, and then patted cap on the back. "Im truly sorry for whatever painful things happened to you Captian." He stood. "But its in the past. You cant change it. In the present, youve got a bar full of family and cold beer waiting for you." He smiled a big smile from ear to ear. "I dont know about you, but i prefer to focus on the latter." He held out a hand to help Cap up. 

"Thanks Kevin, me too." Cap said, clasping Kevin's outstretched hand and pulling himself off the ground. Sure, his teammates were a bit much at times, but if he ever needed them, they'd be there for him, as he would for them. And in the end, that's what's important in a team. "Now then, I'm not really into alcohol, but I can definitely do for some dancing and company. Let's go." Cap said, before heading back to the bar were the rest of the guild was celebrating.

"Thanks Kevin, me too." Cap said, clasping Kevin's outstretched hand and pulling himself off the ground. Sure, his teammates were a bit much at times, but if he ever needed them, they'd be there for him, as he would for them. And in the end, that's what's important in a team. "Now then, I'm not really into alcohol, but I can definitely do for some dancing and company. Let's go." Cap said, before heading back to the bar were the rest of the guild was celebrating.

"Thats proably a good thing, with this group, that someone's sober. course theres also silver, but i think he was drunk that night he and neko 'kissed'." The two started across the street. As they approaced the bar, they saw Never challenging silver to a rap battle. "Looks like we made it in time for the show." he said to cap "Show Never how its done silver!" He yelled, grinning at NeverBetter. He sat down at the bar, and grabbed his drink. "Yep. Wouldnt want to be anywhere else." he said to himself. he meant it. he found something incredible here. "Oh, hey soul! Glad your alive!"

"Cool guys never die." He moaned, getting bored of his waltz. "I'll kick off the battle."

 

Playing a beat, he started, "Now we're in round 2, but I still look so cool. Yo-"

 

Soul cut himself off, remembering Crona's comment. "I dunno, Medusa was pretty cute. Her child form is such a turn on."

"Cool guys never die." He moaned, getting bored of his waltz. "I'll kick off the battle."Playing a beat, he started, "Now we're in round 2, but I still look so cool. Yo-" Soul cut himself off, remembering Crona's comment. "I dunno, Medusa was pretty cute. Her child form is such a turn on."

"...dude." The entire bar literally went silent and a record scratch could be heard. "That's nasty. And you know what I do with nasty!" NeverBetter got out a very large, painful-looking hammer the size of his body, which was stored wherever the rest of his equipment was. "I knock their stock down!" The bar became side-scrolling viewed, as a big countdown appeared above the group. "3, 2, 1, Go!" And he was off, using his down B, he shot a set of Kunai from his hands at Soul, and pinned him to a wall, then brought up the big hammer... "Smashy smashy!" His down C-stick was used, and a spinning hammer strike knocked Soul into the atmosphere, and the camera had him land on it. In the bottom corner, Soul's damage counter reset to zero and he was down a life, waiting to respawn. Meanwhile, NeverBetter used his down taunt. "Well, that takes care of that!" He swung the hammer over his left shoulder and span it.

Edited December 18, 201410 yr by Guest

"Kev took a swig of his drink. "If were playing smash, i call Little Mac!"

"Kev took a swig of his drink. "If were playing smash, i call Little Mac!"

"Smash is life, smash is smash." NeverBetter laughed, the music began to play once again. "But its time to Conga again." NeverBetter rejoined the conga and waited for silver to accept his challenge.

"Conga Line! Im in!" Kevin gulped down the rest of his drink and slammed down the glass. "Time to dance!"

Nortanort leaned back on his bar stool, silently observing the goings on. He pulled a muffin out of his cloak, and stared at it longingly. Sighing, he put it back in, and wondered what could possibly happen were Silver to accept NeverBetter's challenge. He stood up, and stated, "If anyone needs a gypsy tambourine for the rap battle... I'm you man," after pulling out aforementioned tambourine. "But now..." he trailed off, as he walked up to NeverBetter, and joined the Conga line. He wondered for a few moments just how he was able to Conga, but he figured it would just be better to not think about it. 

Soul barely stood up, his pee-poor stamina preventing him from fighting back. Even Chopin looked like an Olympic athlete compared to him. "I.... I'll admit. I'm not a little girl lover." Doing his best impression of the Oreimo character he could never remember, he murmured, "I am a little sister lover."

Soul barely stood up, his pee-poor stamina preventing him from fighting back. Even Chopin looked like an Olympic athlete compared to him. "I.... I'll admit. I'm not a little girl lover." Doing his best impression of the Oreimo character he could never remember, he murmured, "I am a little sister lover."

"Special move: supreme conga dance train of doom!" NeverBetter charged the line right at soul, running him over with a perfectly-executed conga line of at least 10 people over Soul's face. "Dirty faker." He said in a slightly Irish accent. "Yer a dirty faker."

"Lies. SKT Faker is in Korea. Anyway, I love lolis and imoutos equally." He replied, half dead.

Yuffie tipped back another drink. Arendelle Lager. It was a delightful brew, one of her favorites. It was only her third drink, and none of it had been too hard. She was going easy tonight. This one might be her last. Then she'd probably try to get home. As much as it might seem otherwise, she really didn't like waking up after a blackout more than twice in a row. She worried sometimes that if she did so for more than that, her inner demons might come on out and start killing people. So, she made it a rule to only blackout every other day, if she was going to at all.

Soul made his way to a nearby bar stool, devoid of energy. Random moments of melancholy were experiences he was prone to. Pouring himself a cup of V8, he drank it in one shot. "I'm going through withdrawal. Anyone who can guess the fix wins a prize."

"Special move: supreme conga dance train of doom!" NeverBetter charged the line right at soul, running him over with a perfectly-executed conga line of at least 10 people over Soul's face. "Dirty faker." He said in a slightly Irish accent. "Yer a dirty faker."

"This, my friends... IS THE POWER OF CONGA!" yelled Nortanort, clearly enjoying having run over Soul. He turned to Soul, and asked, "Do you... enjoy getting horribly injured by NeverBetter? For even a drunk man would have held his tongue by now," as he had no idea why Soul continued to say things that would probably result in more pain for him. "A... Neko withdrawal? Piano? I don't know," he replied to Soul, once he took a seat. He shrugged. He didn't really care, all things being equal. But he was bored and most of his friends were drunk. So it was either answer Soul's question, or do truly inane actions. And he didn't feel like the latter. 

Soul glomped Lelouch, violently choking him. "How did you knooooooooooooooooow." The words came out as a slur.

 

Standing up, he yelled, "I challenge you to a Geass battle."

Nortanort groaned, as he pulled himself up. Then, he pulled out a box of pizza out of his cloak. "I have a better idea," he said, taking out slices, and throwing them directly at Soul. "Take this! Take all of these slices! Become C2, for someone must be!" he shouted, hoping this would turn out well. "A Geass battle would fail, and you know it!" he added, hopefully for the better. 

Soul bit into the slices in a way that Akame would be proud. "Yesssss, buffalo! And nooooo, I want a Xiaolin Showdown now."

There have been faces in this world, which have done a good job of expressing, "What." For example, the face of that British guy when he heard, "The British are coming!" Or the people who tried to kill Rasputin. Their faces did a wonderful job of saying, "What." However. There is one face, and one face only which surpasses all known "What," faces. And that face was Nort's. "What... on this planet... are you talking about?" he asked, so clueless not even a plum could have helped him. He just couldn't comprehend Soul. "Ya know, Soul, you're oddly damaging to my sanity. Keep it up," he said. 

"All of you, the bullshit ends here! Super Chocolate Beam!" he yelled, firing a beam of pure, hot, melted chocolate from who knows where at both Soul and Nort's faces, encasing them in a boiling pool of hot chocolate.

Axel watched in amusement as the bar suddenly turned into a massive battle scene between his guild members. Watching Riki blast his teammates with hot chocolate made him want the drink. "I'll take some of what he just shot at the others. Just... Not as hot." He told the bartender, who slid him a cup shortly after.

Kev knocked on the bar and had another drink slid to him. He started to sip it as chocolate was splased on him by NeverBetter. "I need to be drunk for this shit."

"All of you, the bullshit ends here! Super Chocolate Beam!" he yelled, firing a beam of pure, hot, melted chocolate from who knows where at both Soul and Nort's faces, encasing them in a boiling pool of hot chocolate.

"Super Chocolate BLARHGARFAUGHBLARF," was what Nortanort said. To be more specific, the last part of that was due to the pure hot liquid chocolate hitting his mouth. The chocolate got everywhere, to no surprise. He waited a few moments for the pool to disperse, knowing it would soon enough. "You got chocolate on my cloak..." he started, glaring at NeverBetter. Quite surprisingly, he looked alright. Of course, the extreme pain he was going through right now proved that wrong, but no one knew this.  "You got chocolate on my glasses..." he continued, his voice trembling in anger, "But worst of all... you got chocolate... ON CLARICE!" he finished, yelling. "I've been wanting to test this for a while, ya know," he started, pulling out Clarice, and aiming it at NeverBetter, "Finishing move! Fatum... Torqueri... BULLET!" he shouted, as his pressed in the dial of his gun. A blue light emanated from his gun, more specifically the barrel. It soon manifested itself a blue flame, which started swirling around the gun. It swirled faster and faster as it built up power, until it was spinning extraordinarily fast. Then, the flames were all sucked into the barrel of the gun, as Nort pressed the trigger, firing... a large stream of chocolate from the gun. Which didn't even hit anyone.

 

Nortanort fell upon his knees, fist raised in the air. "Have I offended this universe? Is everything I'm going to be doing doomed to fail?!" he exclaimed at the heavens, knowing nothing could hear him who could be of any help. He sighed, and got back up. "Well, test one," he started, as he took his glasses off, cleaned them, put them back on, and lowered them to such a point that the sun glinted off them, "was a tasty failure," he finished. 

 

Nortanort first turned to Kevin. He pulled out a weird cupcake, and tossed it to Kevin. "Eat this. If that doesn't get you drunk, I know not what will," he said, explaining, "This was a, failed, experimental cupcake batch. Alcoholic frosting, you see. Weird ideas always occur to me." He then turned to Axel, "Axel, I'd be surprised if there's any left. NeverBetter probably used i-," he stopped. This was probably because he fell unconscious. The pain finally caught up to him. 

 

(What is it with this RP, me, and long posts? Seriously, this and Evraius hold my record for longest posts, I'm sure.) 

"Super Chocolate BLARHGARFAUGHBLARF," was what Nortanort said. To be more specific, the last part of that was due to the pure hot liquid chocolate hitting his mouth. The chocolate got everywhere, to no surprise. He waited a few moments for the pool to disperse, knowing it would soon enough. "You got chocolate on my cloak..." he started, glaring at NeverBetter. Quite surprisingly, he looked alright. Of course, the extreme pain he was going through right now proved that wrong, but no one knew this.  "You got chocolate on my glasses..." he continued, his voice trembling in anger, "But worst of all... you got chocolate... ON CLARICE!" he finished, yelling. "I've been wanting to test this for a while, ya know," he started, pulling out Clarice, and aiming it at NeverBetter, "Finishing move! Fatum... Torqueri... BULLET!" he shouted, as his pressed in the dial of his gun. A blue light emanated from his gun, more specifically the barrel. It soon manifested itself a blue flame, which started swirling around the gun. It swirled faster and faster as it built up power, until it was spinning extraordinarily fast. Then, the flames were all sucked into the barrel of the gun, as Nort pressed the trigger, firing... a large stream of chocolate from the gun. Which didn't even hit anyone.

 

Nortanort fell upon his knees, fist raised in the air. "Have I offended this universe? Is everything I'm going to be doing doomed to fail?!" he exclaimed at the heavens, knowing nothing could hear him who could be of any help. He sighed, and got back up. "Well, test one," he started, as he took his glasses off, cleaned them, put them back on, and lowered them to such a point that the sun glinted off them, "was a tasty failure," he finished. 

 

Nortanort first turned to Kevin. He pulled out a weird cupcake, and tossed it to Kevin. "Eat this. If that doesn't get you drunk, I know not what will," he said, explaining, "This was a, failed, experimental cupcake batch. Alcoholic frosting, you see. Weird ideas always occur to me." He then turned to Axel, "Axel, I'd be surprised if there's any left. NeverBetter probably used i-," he stopped. This was probably because he fell unconscious. The pain finally caught up to him. 

 

(What is it with this RP, me, and long posts? Seriously, this and Evraius hold my record for longest posts, I'm sure.) 

 

 

"Well, that was... A sugar crash." Neverbetter placed another set of sunglasses on as the word "Yeah!" Was yelled by some bodyless voice.

"Well, that was... A sugar crash." Neverbetter placed another set of sunglasses on as the word "Yeah!" Was yelled by some bodyless voice.

(i call the "YYYYEEEEEEAAAAHHHHH voice)

Kev cought the cupcake. He was under the impression that it would get him drunk, so he went to get in down in one go. "Cheers, Nort!" he held the cupcake up in a toasting motion, and then stuffed it in his mouth. He muffled "hey this is pretty good!" Once he swallowed it, he began to say "and now we wait" but befre he got to "we", it hit him. he slammed down the rest of his drink and dropped the glass. somehow it didnt shatter. the barkeep instictivley went for it and began to pour another beer, but he said his last coherent statement of the night "I wont need anymore."

Now drunk off his ass, he stumbled over to soul at the piano. "Pl-play me a song ur th- pianist blan... urp"

(i like playing drunk kev. its challenging since i dont drink IRL)