Limbo, There's a Way Home Options

[Sparrowsmith]

Central Saloon
How to get there: Whenever walking the desert at midday, walk North, it'll appear over the horizon
Time: Always just after 12.

The sun was bearing down harsh, as always, at the Central Saloon. The wooden shack was never short of two things: Alcohol and newcomers. Behind the bar, a short balding man with grey hair rushed about to get drinks served. Some people paid with different forms of money, but most dropped off trinkets or tried to trade. One man by the end of the bar raised his hand. Barely a moment passed before the barkeeper strode over and topped up the man's glass. No money was passed.
"Thank you, Twist" the man said, barely loud enough to be heard. He gave the slightest of nods as he spoke, his long tophat shading his face in an almost unnatural way. Raising the glass, he turned around to the rest of the bar and scoured the talent. As he turned, a few drinkers stopped drinking to turn. A few were familiar with who he was, and the rest just knew when to show respect. The others stopped out of confusion. He stood up, his boots clapping on the floor as he did. A gust of wind blew in through the doors and caused his cloak to wave gently as he spoke, Limbo had a habit for drama like that.
"How many of you bastards are here to see Elders Graym?" he asked menacingly.

[Nicsp]

Central Saloon

As usual, the saloon was filled with people and drinks, the smell of alcohol probably climbing it's way up the nostrils of anyone who was not used to it, not that it didn't go for it's old costumers, really, just that those were pretty much already used to the smell of it, much like Addo's case. He had just finished gulping down his second tankard of ale. His dull green eyes staring at the empty end of the tankard as he flipped it around and shaked it slightly, trying to pour some more alcohol out of it, even if there wasn't any. "Tch...Come on, barkeep, hit me another one." Addo called out somewhat loudly, shaking the tankard around up high for a bit, the antique rifle on his back shaking and making a few nudging sounds as he did. The barkeep approached with a sigh. "More again? Do you even still have anything to trade for that?" Addo frowned, considering it for a bit, he looked down at his chest and pulled out what seemed to be a necklace with a silver cross in it, it glinted lightly before he handed it over to the barkeep. "Here, take it, I don't need it anymore, anyways."

The barkeep took the cross, staring at it for a bit before he gave Addo more alcohol, as requested, and then proceeded to go attend to another client, who proceeded to, shortly after, start calling all the attention to himself, wonderful. Addo heard the man speak him while he drank, staring at the man through the transparent bottom of the tankard. Addo chuckled some as the man finished, setting the once more finished tankard back in the counter and getting up from his seat. Tripping a bit before he recovered his balance properly and walked up to the man with the top hat. "That'd be me, and I don't take kindly to being called a bastard, signore." Addo announced, scratching the back of his head with a sigh.

[Sparrowsmith]

Elders swung back his drink, confident that at least a few more voices would overcome their nerves given time, and approached the drunk. He looked capable, mad at least. Mad was good. Those with a flair of madness didn't try to follow rules that didn't exist, they survived. But drunks were a liability.
"Name?" Graym enquired. Names were a perfect test of character.

[Nicsp]

Addo yawned a bit, fixing his posture up a bit as he joined his feet together, though a bit clumsily due to the alcohol, he then made a very formal bow, shaking his hand slightly as he did and lowering his head. "Addo De Luca, at your service." He resumed his normal stance, covering his mouth to hide a hiccup, he cleared his throat before he continued. "So, I'm guessing you are this Grayms, character, no? Pleasure to meet you." Addo declared with a sheepish smile, his expressions suddenly turned serious as he narrowed his eyes. "So, I heard you have information in how we can get out of this place..." Addo said as he gently moved one of his hands upwards and let his chin rest on it. "Before anything, mind if I ask where you did get hold of such information?"

[Sparrowsmith]

Graym nodded lightly with approval. He glanced between the bar and the crowd as Addo asked his questions, and quickly reached a firm conclusion: He didn't feel much like answering questions yet. He turned back to Addo and raised his hand onto his shoulder,
"Listen." Elders said, a plan formulating underneath his grin, "Twist here owes me for saving this place many times, I say two words to him and you get free drinks any time you're here." he paused for effect, if you didn't enjoy the moment you could die here, "Now I can answer your questions now, or we can have ourselves a few drinks while waiting for the others. Your choice."
Elders raised his arm up for Twist to see. As soon as the man turned around, Graym pointed to Addo and called out,
"This guy." Twist nodded and began pouring out two more drinks.

[Nicsp]

Addo seemed a bit disappointed, he frowned, lowering the hand that was on his chin back down as he crossed his arms, after being quiet for a moment he simply shrugged. "All right, when you put it like that, who am I to refuse?" Addo said as he walked to grab the drink, sipping it before he turned to Graym again. "So...How many are we waiting for?"

[Sparrowsmith]

Elders walked alongside Addo, grabbing his drink at the same time and taking a few sips. He was never too sure how Twist got his alcohol, and Twist was never too sure how Elders survived so long out here. It was just one of those facts you accepted about Limbo, and Elders never got tired of it. After a few more seconds of silence Graym finally decided to answer Addo's question,
"People have a tendency to die around me, it's hard getting out of here, so it really depends on who still has hope."

[Bill Nye]

Outside Central Saloon
Keon stares at the doors of the Saloon before opening his locket, Which has a picture of his sister inside.
"I'll be with you soon, Cisna." He takes a deep breath and goes inside.

Central Saloon
Keon looks around the busy Saloon and starts to walk up to the counter to get a drink and to be pointed to Elders. "I'm looking for Elders Graym." Keon puts a sliver bracelet on the counter. "I'm sure you could point me in the right direction." The barkeep takes the Bracelet and points at Elders, "Thank you." Said Keon before walking over to the man. "So, you're Elders Graym.." Keon says as he puts out his hand to shake.

This post has been edited by Bill Nye: Nov 18 2011, 12:37 AM

[Sparrowsmith]

Graym tapped the counter and turned to the newcomer. Returning the handshake he nodded and asked a question of his own,
"Name?" he waited a moment before turning to Addo, "This is Addo by the way"

[Bill Nye]

Keon look's at Addo before answering the question, "I'm Keon Ludwik." He said with a slight grin. "Do you really know a way back to reality?"

This post has been edited by Bill Nye: Nov 18 2011, 12:15 PM

[Ryuga]

The right door of the saloon creaked open as a young lady walked in. Customers turned to stare. It wasn’t every day a girl, who was no older than a fresh high-school graduate would walk into this kind of establishment. Unlike the cliché scenario where the hooligans would whistle, and make lewd comments about such a fine specimen, the men quickly turned their attention away.
The girl’s appearance was less than graceful. Here white gown was stained both red and brown from blood. She wore contacts which made her irises and unnatural white. Needless to say, if the situation was different; perhaps if they had been in a dark alley, one could have easily mistaken her for Nightmare of some sort.
Regardless, her mere presence was enough to kill the lively atmosphere in the saloon, replacing it with one of apprehension. No one looked back, not wanting to meet her icy gaze. Everything was silent save for the girl’s footsteps as she walked towards the bar. The only customers who paid her any heed were Elders Graym and his companions, and the bartender who cleaned a glass as he cautiously looked on at the customer.

“Well, what’ll it be?” asked the bartender once the girl had made it to the counter. He had long since abandoned the glass, his attention solely on the girl.
The girl replied. Her voice was low and hoarse, as if she had lost her voice the other day.
“Graym.”
“What was that?”
The girl turned her head to the floor submissively breaking eye contact with the bartender, but still managed to speak up a little. “Graym.”
The bartender looked over at the trio before pointing there direction. The girl’s gaze followed.

[Bill Nye]

Keon takes a sip from his flask, waiting for Elders to answer his question. He notices the young woman. "I think you have another visitor, Graym." he says as he kicks his feet up on the table.

[Sparrowsmith]

"to answer your question" he muttered to Keon and the newcomer, "I had a map" he sighed loudly, "Unfortunately a rookie stole the map from me, big mistake, long story, but luckily they were new enough to head north at noon. I figured they'd end up here then head to the Fractured Factory. Twist here confirmed that they came through this way, and I know a shortcut to the Factory. The plan is to cut this backstabber off at the Factory, take back the map, and continue on our merry way." he took a mighty swig of his drink, "I really don't want discuss anything else. We have another few drinks, then we leave." he finished off the glass and dropped it on the table, "Sweet cheeks, I'll be needing a name before we continue"

[Ryuga]

The girl turned her head away from Graym before replying. "Nina," the she answered, her voice still barely inaudible as before. Graym leaned forward in order to better hear. "Nina," she repeated which seemed to satisfy Graym.
The chit-chat didn't last long (not that it wouls have anyway) as the bartender intruded by setting a glass filled with a dark liquid in front of Nina.
"Here. This aught to clear your throat up a little," said the bartender. His actions seemed to be swayed by pity for the girl if anything.
Nina merely watched the glass as if not knowing what to do with it. She took the glass up to her lips eventually though, and she drained the contents in one single gulp. She immidiately broke into a coughing fit, the drink having done a number on her esoufagus. The bar tendered eyed her from the corner of his eye to make sure everything was alright before going back to his work on the glassware.

[Bill Nye]

"You alright?" Keon asked swiftly as he reached over and patted her on the back.

[Sparrowsmith]

Graym began doubting his company from the bottom of his glass, but any help was better than no help, "she's fine" he muttered off handedly, before refusing another drink. Slowly he reached into his clock, producing a fob watch. They needed to leave soon.

[Bill Nye]

Keon got up from his seat and stretched, "I don't know about you, but i'm not exactly a person to stay in one place very long. Are we leaving soon?"

[Sparrowsmith]

Graym got up, looking over his new allies as he did so, and began planning the next move.
"There's two ways to the factory." he began, a new air of seriousness, "If we head west, we'll arrive their this time tomorrow, safely. If we head east we'll reach a small deserted village. If we can hold out in the village until sunrise, then we'll arrive at the factory a few hours ahead of time." He began walking toward the door, his body a silhouette against the light of the open doors, "but the village is in nightmare territory."

[Bill Nye]

"Fun." Keon said as he followed Graym.

This post has been edited by Bill Nye: Nov 21 2011, 05:14 PM

[Nicsp]

Addo followed, finishing up his third drink that he had ordered for himself while he heard and watched the others in drunken silence, he cleared his throat as he walked towards the door, fixing his rifle in his back and following Graym to the door. With a sigh, he dropped his opinion. "Honestly, I want to go home but i'd rather not risk my life over it, I vote we take the safe way. I ain't in no hurry, after all." He said as he then realized he was still holding the tankard, he quickly walked back to the counter and dropped it, then returned to Graym, chuckling to himself and scratching the back of his head. "Aaaanyways..." He said as he stroked his light beard, still chuckling, if that was the alcohol or just how he was, it was unsure. "I'm up with whatever you guys decide, just dropping my thoughts on the subject."