RP:That Crazy Guy
Summary: Irenic does some shouting at who he thinks is a stranger in a bar.
Broken Barrel Inn
The laws of the land do not apply to this establishment, yet somehow there is order among chaos. Aged, abused by the weather, the Broken Barren Inn stands defiantly against the stormy shores of Rynvale just off the dock, but it is a place far from welcoming. The split, oak carved sign hangs sideways on only one chain, irony not quite lost in the words tarnished by rain. Through that open door barely sitting on it’s hinges, the light of a blazing fire reflects across a dingy interior made to look more wealthy with trinkets. The walls are covered with artifacts and cheap glamour from other worldly locations and ports; rusted weapons and sea-monster fishing lure, ship wheels, a gold-braided rope, the mounted bones of an aquatic creature with seven limbs, tapestries and carvings of various culture, and instruments that no one could know how to play. Centering all of this is Redbeard’s Maiden, herself: a sultry, golden-haired mermaid bust with red painted lips and a beckoning smile, caught in a net draped to the rafters. Mounted to the wall not far behind, a fish-like tail adorned by flawlessly painted emerald scales stretches out behind her. For every first tankard bought in the Broken Barrel she is afforded a salute, a custom that Simon, the bar’s general, has not allowed to die over the years. Dominating the center of this room is an impressive four-sided bar, flanked by booths along all ways, each lit by a hanging candelabra of worked iron. Gatherings of shady sailors and outlaws collect in groups, keeping the atmosphere noisy with harmonica and bagpipe while others plot their next dastardly scheme. While invited to venture upstairs, wandering toward the cellar door might earn you a few dirty looks.
Irenic is here looking rather rough and kind of homeless. For one there are bruises and scrapes all over his tight tawny skin which is mostly revealed for he's only wearing tattered black slacks. A plethora of intricate tattoo patterns are revealed on the man’s riply abdomen now and this earned a few whistles from some drunk loose women which is ignored. He takes a habit place at the bar for his wings to dangle over the edge comfortably only… there are no wings and only long red welts adorning the sides of his spine are left where they used to be. He orders a rum with the drink motion and a, “Rhum s'il vous plaît!” The impeccable french sounding native tongue of his we will call, Veretian, causes a few to swoon or question the gruffness authority in his voice. Bloodshot mismatched eyes look at nothing but the bartop.
Emilia was already present in the bar as Irenic arrived. The small woman sitting there with her bare feet up on the bar itself as a stool of sorts while her chair was pushed out giving those short legs room to rest. Right leg sporting a new tattoo from her foot up to just below her knee of a deep blue midnight sky speckled with stars and very intricate snowflakes of varying sizes. Her attire of the day tattered shorts and a oversized shirt. White curls a crazed mess per usual. The sound of all the swooning drunk ladies got the attention of the Genasi as she lifted her blue gaze up to find herself looking at Irenic. A brow raised in question to his appearance, yet she didn't speak and only stared at him in silence.
Irenic nearly felt eyes on him as he turns those mismatched ones down to her asking if he can help her, “puis-je vous aider?” His rum was here and he gulped the first one down fast, ordering another. His attention pulled back to the rude staring person making a point to mention that it is rude to stare. “Vous savez que c'est impoli de regarder.” A woman comes up attempting to get him to talk the language of love to her, but he just shakes her off rudely before asking the Genasi, “Bien?” or ‘well?’ Good his next rum is here and he wastes no time.
Emilia is still staring at Irenic only the look has changed more to boring angry holes in his head over the curious look from before. Watching him down his second drink the Genasi shook her head. Then once more with the funny words. Out of anger she snapped, "Featherstick you known dammn well that I have no idea what you are saying! Speak common youd idiot birdman!" The anger of the tiny one caused a moment of hail to fall around the woman, clattering to the floor where they would start to melt. It was a serving lass that wagged a finger at Irenic, "We try to not make the frozen lady upset...she makes it snow or hail or worse with those emotions." Then she was off to her job once more after giving fair warning.
Irenic let his face twist up in confusion or offense when she called him a stick and he looked at his muscular frame then her petite one, pointing and saying she’s the stick, “VOUS êtes un bâton!” She tells him to speak common and this earns an eye roll from mismatched hues yelling at her that he can’t, he’s cursed. “Je ne peux pas être maudit!” A low growl of frustrated vibrates the air between them when the server warns him, he just puts his large hand in her face saying he isn’t talking to her, “Personne ne vous parle même de la chatte.” Also calling her some name before turning back to Emilia saying she has a lot of nerve calling someone names who is vertically challenged, “Vous n'avez pas le temps de parler en petit empilement.”
Emilia stared at him like she was watching a child having a mental break down. It was rather funny to watch the way he was reacting with his strange tongue in company with his movements. Nothing made anysense to the small woman. It was just too funny that she started to laugh at him or well the situation in whole. She must be dreaming for something to be this darn crazy. "You keep talking like a crazy one and it will get you locked into a padded room!" she said to him once she had finally controlled her giggling fits enough to talk.
Irenic narrows his mismatched gaze down at the woman before ordering another and the bartender finally twigs to Irenic’s outfit asking if he has anything to pay. This earned Simon another exasperated sigh when he reached into empty pockets to reveal there was nothing within them being able to turn them all the way out with only lint falling to the floor. Obviously not paying for two drinks you already had gets you kicked out and Irenic ends up getting into a little brawl before they are able to get the six eleven wingless avian man out the door.
Emilia watched it all as it happens, yet does nothing to end it. Mostly because she is mad at him for talking to her like a crazy person. In the end, after he is gone the Genasi drops enough gold onto the counter to cover both her drinks and his with a smile to Simon. It was then off to her place of stay for the night.