Club Navi

Capuchin gives a sigh and moves over to the bar and sits next to cyclone. "It doesn't matter the way you are built. I think you'd have fun. You don't need to touch the ground to dance, fish can dance, dolphin's dance....even birds dance. Get my drift?" She then moves back to the floor and begins to sway around.

Edgar hears " Whats the matter boy? Monkey got your tongue? If you need somebody to help ya with something just ask. . . ". He keeps his head down and goes "I'm 29, someone I was suppose to meet here is three hours late, and a monkey does not have my tongue." Edgar then hears someone asking for the strongest stuff..... Edgar just sighs, as a line of red appears on his face, goes to his glass of vodka, then it seems to carry the glass to Raiden.

"Mmmh . . . I see . . . Hey, girl!" He yelled to the navi at the end asking for a strong drink. " You think your so tough with that drink? How about a drinking match? You and me." He says, Punching the counter.

Raiden caught the glass as it slid down the bar, leaned back in his chair, and was in the process of choking the whole thing valiantly down in one swig when something broke his concentration. He had heard the white-haired Navi talking to some "girl", but it took him several long seconds to realize that the Navi with the scalpel was talking about him.

When he did figure it out, his throat managed to close up, and he ended up coughing most of the drink back up as he lost his balance. Both Raiden and the bar stool went crashing to the floor, and the glass shattered on a couple of feet away. He lay on his back with his legs still sticking up into the air, seemingly stunned. One could almost see the gears in his head at work.

Then, all of a sudden, he was on his feet again. A feral snarl was painted across his face, contorting his silver eyes into frenzied slits. The bar stool was in his hand--well, it wasn't anymore; it was now flying across the club, directly toward the white-haired Navi's head.

The stool come crashing down, heading straight towards the navi. Unfortunately, it stops short of the white haired navi, hitting his drinking buddy on his head. " Whoa,whoa whoa! I didnt mean for you to be hasty! I didnt know you were a guy! I'm sorry dude!" He pleaded to the guy far away, just incase he tried to hit him.

"Hey, Shur, or Maarty, or whatever we're calling him now, does that stuff anyway whether Ram and I are aaround or not. Ouch! Cut it out! You think I fell through space on purpose? I bet it was those drinks Dimensionman served last night... I drank way too many. One of his Dimensiongirls kept smiling at me, though, and I was really nerv -- OW!" English tightened her grip on his ear until it threatened to distance itself from his skull. The bottle of pirate-strength rum fell to the hardwood floor of the alcove the bar was in and shattered, spreading its sierra payload across timber stained roughly the same shade. "Fine, fine, I'll ask permission before I go tripping off between time and space due to circumstances beyond my control. Now let go of my ear, I need it to hear stuff." His voice was still tinged with sarcasm, but only in the most minute dose.

Edgar hears a loud thud, and he finaly lifts his head up. He looks around, then feels that one side of his head is heaver.... He puts his hand on his head, and seem to feel that one of the bar stool's legs is stuck in the side of his head. He grabs it and takes it out, droping it onto the floor. All this time, he does not see A male, dresses in green army camo, and a female dressed in shorts and a tank top, walk into the club and start heading towards him.

((my navi hasn't been approved so can i use a fake navi like funkman.exe or something?))

((Your navi doesn't have to be approved for this. It's an OOC thread.))

Snarling, Spectruman reentered the club through the hole that was shot through the wall via himself and a jet of vodka. Dripping with the substance, it immediately began to sizzle as he let energy flow through his entire body. Floating back into the middle of the club, he clenched his open hands into fists, before reopening them, the energy dancing across his clawed fingers like lightning.

"Oh, you are a fool, dragonfly midget! You have barked up the wrooooong cyber tree, my friend. Now....we dance!" He said, before giving a long, evil laugh, and cocked back both his arms, before bringing them forth, combining the two energy forces and creating two beams of energy which swirled around one another, soon combining amongst themselves to form a massive beam of energy. The entire club illuminated with the burning red light that his attack gave off.

"This club is now in the ownership of me! Fwuhahahahahaha!"

((oh sweet!))

Zexis looked around as forced his way into the club. Where were the rosted navi fingers and the frozen thought programs? It didn't seem like a club to him, infact the only one having any fun was a gorgious monkey navi on the dance floor. Feeling slightly depressed he walked up to the bar. His face brightened as he saw a delicious waiter program walking up to him.
"What'l you have?" the program asked. Zexis grabbed hold of the program and stabbed his claws into the program grabbing a hand full of data. He shouted to a horrified navi waiter and said "One bugfrag beer please." Anoyed by the screaming he crushed the programs head inwards, silencing it.

Savage let out a light chuckle, his ear still caught in English's vicegrip. "Here he goes again... And, oh." He swivelled his head, ignoring his ear's painful retorts. "It's, um... A recolor? Dude, I though Hootey kept you guys in check."

"By the Gods," Runeknight groaned as all hell broke loose. "Why do I always get the weirdos?"

The knight Navi pushed himself away from the wall, flipping his cape off of his shoulders. He held out his left hand, a flash of cobalt energy flaring up as his spear materialized. He strode toward the crazed Navi, his spear held at the ready.

"Halt!" Runeknight called. "You are under arrest for disturbing the peace and carrying a concealed weapon into a private establishment. Please extinguish the blades and put your hands above your head."

(( Sk are u talking about my avitar?))

"I beg to differ," came a barely audible voice from behind Spectruman. Next minute, Pianissimo had put the insane navi in a headlock, katana held next to its throat. "I just had a really good idea. How about you calm down and try to enjoy yourself WITHOUT trying to take over or causing random chaos? Because I'd really hate to hurt someone in here when I'm not even a bouncer."

Whipping up and serving drinks in a frenzy, Viktor finally heard the magic words.

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"BARTENDER! BARTENDER! STRONGEST STUFF YOU'VE GOT! SHAKEN NOT STIRRED AND ALL THAT CRAP!"

Smiling mischieviously, Viktor opened a padlocked cabinet, and took out a set of ten clear bottles; each a different size, each liquid a different color. Viktor got to whipping up an intricate mix of exactly measured out portions of the ingredients. Once, he plucked a feather off Phoenix, who was sipping the same drink himself. After a few minutes, the mixture had turned dark red with a hint of gold, and was making a rumbling sound even though the liquid was completely stationary. Pouring it into a goblet, Viktor whispered to the guy, "Tryy noot too geet deeleeted dreenking thees, oollriight?"

Meanwhile, Phoenix was massaging his arm while banging for a refill. Sighing, Viktor poured what was left of the mix into his goblet, which he sipped with renewed vigour.

Then, Viktor saw Spectruman again. "Deedn't Ii just eeject yoou?" he asked, getting his trusty vodka bottle out. "And Ii thoought vunce vas enoough," he muttered, prepping his Firehose again. At the cry, a precise hoselike jet shot at Spectruman again, missing the swordsman behind him but hitting Spec full on. Seeing others start to fight, Viktor kept his Vodka Firehose at the ready and bellowed, "CEEASE AT VUNCE!!" Turning to the one on his bar counter, he growled, "And pleease geet oof my coounter, smooke man."

"Alright, ha ha ha! That's what I'm talking about! A bar room brawl!" MeleeMan roared, rubbing his heavy metal gauntlets together with delight. "Who wants a fight, huh? I don't care what you're fighting about, I'm a part of it now! Hwuuuah!" he shouted, jumping on top of the bar and spewing smoke throughout the bar room. The heat he was producing and the thick clouds of smog were disruptive, to say the least, and it was thoroughly obvious to everyone around that even without having yet hit anyone the navi was causing a general disturbance of peace.

With his teeth clenched tightly, MeleeMan sprinted across the countertops, making his way towards a scrawny navi who seemed to be swinging around a bar stool like he owned the joint. "You want a fight? Huh, boy?!" he cried exhuberantly, bringing down a powerful fist in an attempt to smash the navi's weapon, while still spewing black smoke to his sides and back whenever he moved.

"Dear lord," Runeknight sighed once more. "This establishment is filled with lunatics." He turned toward the faltzer re-color. "Sir! You just squished the head of that waiter Prog! Murder in the 1st degree. On the floor, now!"

Zexis looked towards the navi brandishing his spear. Zexis didn't like things being pointed around at people unless he was doing it in which case he felt it was perfectly alright. The obvious unfairness of this never bothered him, as far as he was concerned he mattered more than anyone else. Looking up from his meal he said "Are you talking to me Mr....Uh..." Zexis groped for words "Knight dude?"
((it is a gregar recolor by the way))

So, two Navis were upon him, eh? Good, he liked the odds. He let a sadistic smirk spread across his face as he aimed a hand at Pianissimo's stomach area, before gathering red energy upon it's palm. The other free hand aimed at RuneKnight's face.

"Now, gentlemen, you've made two mistakes tonight. One, you gave me a chance to surrender when you could've deleted me on the spot, and two, you actually stood up against me. Tsk tsk, boys...tsk tsk." Spectruman taunted, before firing an orb at RuneKnight's face as he other hand extending into a blade with threatened to stab into Pianissimo.

"Let the chaos rain down by the thousands! Wuhahahahahahaha!"