RPG Brave Fencer Musashiden: Thirstquencher's Revenge

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Gasuke wandered aimlessly around town, having no where to really venture to, seeing as how he was sparse of money. He eventually set his sights on the small tavern/resturaunt on the entrance of Twin Peak Mountain. A place he had become familiar with in the small town where he grew up, a troublesome hooligan. He often times snuck out with liquor, many times with failed attempts, when sneeking in the back kitchens. The head chef and manager soon became familiar with the goofy and spirited young man, and even more so with his mother. He began feeling strange, ever since the cook began comming over to his house on occasions not related to Gasuke. Turned out, him and Gasuke's mother had begun seeing each other. Gasuke shook at the thought of the pot bellied cook becoming his step-father. But then again, Gasuke would be to himself soon. So he stopped worrying about it. Gasuke booted the door open, as he usually did, and swung his naginata around as to not hit it in the doorway. He was soon met by a very attractive, almost seductive, young waitress, whom he'd also been sure to become familiar with. Darla Boison. A slinder, petite young woman, two years older than Gasuke himself. She stared at him with her deep blue eyes as she ran her fingers threw he blonde bangs, shuffling them out of her eyes with her spare hand, the other occupied by a serving tray. She opened her mouth, as if she where about to speak words of angelic love, when out came, "Gasuke! Remember, no weapons in the Tavern! Give 'em up, shorty." Gasuke blushed and huffed to himself at the waitress' words and sat his naginata on the door way. He then humbled himself over to a small round table, occupied by two empty chairs, and sat himself down. He looked around the empty tavern. Today had little business, only occupied by one other man, a drunkard sitting at the bar. Darla strolled over to the chair, and sat down in the other chair in a disrespectful mannor. She knew Gasuke's personality to well to treat him proffesionally. "What'll it be Gasuke?" she sighed. "Ugh... some rum... and ugh, a bowl of Miso!" Gasuke said smilingly nervously, twiddling his thumbs. "Gasuke...." she sighed once more. "Alright... a glass of milk and a loaf of bread." Gasuke sighed to himself aswell. Darla got up and strolled over to the kitchen. Soon, the pot bellied, mustached chef stuck his head out of the serving window and smiled. "Gasuke! Its on the house!" he said to his lover's son, smilingly infectiously. Gasuke smiled and waved fakely. He said cursing words under his breath as he stared sarcastically...

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[color=green][size=1] Hope you didn't mind the whole 'on the house' thing. I made it make since, if its a problem, tell me.[/color][/size]

[Ben]

Just as soon as he met them, it seemed, the three boys separated themselves from Dose. Dose pretended to look over his shoulder and took a whiff of his underarm. Dose plucked his shirt out as if he had caught sight of a stain on it. A quick sniff convinced him that it wasn't general body odor either. Nope, no stench out of the ordinary. He had just bathed last week. The effect seemed to have carried over. Content that he hadn't driven the other boys away with his rugged forester's scent, Dose seated himself by the fountain. He had already conducted all the business he had planned in the town, and was beginning to question why he had suggested they return. Dose stretched his legs out in front of him and closed his eyes, ignoring the people that he nearly tripped. One of them kicked him as they passed, and Dose's eyes flashed open. He tugged an arrow from the quiver at his back, and neatly slit open the bottom of the haughty man's purse. Several coins fell to the ground, causing several people around to scramble towards them, bowling over the man who had kicked Dose. In the scuffle, a 100 Dran coin rolled out within Dose's reach. Dose grinned and picked up the coin. Then, seeing the man get up, disheveled and miserable, Dose began to feel guilty. He got to his feet and put the arrow away. "Sir!" he called. "Sir!" The man stopped and looked at Dose miserably. "What do you want?" he snapped. Not satisfied that the experience had made an impact on him, Dose decided that he would [I]not[/I] give the man his money back. "Oh, I just thought you'd like to know that your purse has been cut." "Any imbecile can see that! What are you stupid? Get out of my way." "I was afraid you'd see things that way." replied Dose. He flipped the coin. It landed in the fountain. "Have a good day, Sir." Dose returned to the fountain and began to sharpen one of his kama with a whetstone. He could not stand rude people, but disliked robbing them for his benefit. Well, sometimes. Satisfied with the kama's blade, he hitched it back to his belt and put the whetstone in his back pocket. Dose lay down around the edge of the fountain, settling himself carefully so as not to lay on either of his kama or his bow. Snuggling up against the fountain, Dose fell asleep, slowly leaking drool. Suddenly Dose's left foot twitched. An elderly man, walking carefully with the aid of a cane, was unfortunate enough to pass by at that exact moment. Dose's foot caught the old man's cane, and he collapsed on Dose's leg. The cane skittered away on the ground. Dose smiled and dreamed of pretty girls good food.