The Broken Bottle Pub

[Dillon Rickman]

Dillon turned to Felix, and shrugged.
"Well, yeah, you did, but then the Watch showed up, and y'know, it was just too perfect to ignore." He explained ."I mean, what else am I going to do? Get a REAL job? Can you see me serving you groceries? Or working in a butchers?" He paused for thought. "Actually, I'd be pretty good in a butchers. The whole sword thing'd come in handy. But 'Butchermaster' doesn't have the same ring to it..."

He turned to Harmony, and frowned.
"Dillon? Who's ever going to listen to DILLON? I mean, y'know, 'Tremble, heroes, before the might of Dillon!' It doesn't really work, does it? Not even I'm scared of someone called Dillon, and I am Dillon, and I know exactly what I'm capable of!"

[Austin]

Austin looked bemused
"We aren't taking applications for enemies right now, but believe me, you don't want the job - the survival rate is terrible"

[Dillon Rickman]

Dillon shrugged again.
"Hey, well, maybe I could be one of those wacky reoccuring bad guys, y'know?" He suggested. "You know, not world threateners, just pop in every so often to be a minor threat. Throw some swords around, rob a bank or two, nothing big..."

"Naaah, probably wouldn't work. I mean, it's hard to rob a bank with swords...." Dillon sulked. "Maybe I could take up heroing. 'Swordmaster' is a pretty good hero name too..."

[Alucard "Pyr0" Valentine]

Alucard knocked back his drink while listening to Dillon before rolling his eyes. He placed the glass on the bar and turned around to face the rest of the pub, leaning on the bar. He looked at the blonde for a few moments before looking around the bar. Before long he was daydreaming again.

I guess if I put a motion sensor in between the barrels... no wait that wouldn't work. what about... no, that'll get messy. I wonder if that will work... I'll try it when i get home...

He shook his head and came back to reality, peering around the bar once more.

[Harmony Chadwick]

((which blonde? there are 2:P))

She turned to Dillon "Well ok maybe Dillon isn't a name to be feared but you could add to it..." She paused and realised what she was saying. She thought that if she carried on it would encourage him to be more annoying. "But I hear butchers get good pay..." She smiled and hoped it might make him rethink the whole villain / hero thing he was on about.

[Felix Dolohov]

Felix nodded, "Yup. I imagine it would rake in a lot of cash as well. My old neighbour had an uncle up in Scotland who was a butcher, he'd won awards, even had some of his meats transported down to the Queen's kitchens once. Plus, a butchers in Edgehaven, vamps who aren't fond of snacking on humans would probably pay for the blood meaning there would be little waste. Not to mention the high demand for meat in the were and demonic circles."


(True story that, my uncle is a butcher and he had his meat served to the queen. Dad was well chuffed when he found out.)

[Madoc Wythers]

Madoc grinned at Felix. "No betting going on here." He said, doing his best to look innocent. He sipped at his pint again - it was time to start nursing his beer, rather than drinking it in about three gulps. He watched the action in the bar with a vague interest - apparently he was the only one who actually wanted to ignore the Watch and pretend they weren't there.

He raised an eyebrow at Harmony. "I wouldn't say good fighter, but yeah, I'm pretty handy." Her obvious attempt to re-engage him in conversation, and flirting, made him smile. This was more like it - he wasn't used to having to do all the work in a flirtation. It was about time she started flirting back. "Nah, can't stand muscles. I try and keep in well enough shape, but you won't be catching me with dirty great muscles any time soon - blokes like that just look like tossers if you ask me." He told her seriously. The alcohol was starting to kick in and he was on the verge of babbling, so he shut up and ate some peanuts instead.

[Dillon Rickman]

"Excuse me!" Dillon snapped at Madoc, given that he didn't exactly have a slim figure. Okay, so he wasn't a body builder, but you could hardly say he didn't have muscle. So part of it was being a slayer, part of it was being somebody who swung swords for a living, and part of it was from being some elite soldier. Well, as far as Dillon knew, as it was obvious, his memories weren't exactly fully in tact.

"Do y'think if I looked like a tosser I'd put this much effort into acting like one!?" Again, Dillon may be insane, but that didn't mean he didn't have a sense of humour. Especially when he still had two swords to back it up, and had just heard his target confess he wasn't a 'good' fighter.

[Madoc Wythers]

Madoc choked on a peanut at Dillon's sudden outburts. He coughed and blinked, his eyes watering before he caught his breath again. He stared at Dillon for a few seconds, trying to work out if he was serious. He decided he was.

"Not you, I mean you look good..." He stammered, unsure. The last thing he wanted was to get in a fight with Dillon. "I meant really muscley blokes... I mean, you got muscle for a reason... y'know? I meant like... like bodybuilders and stuff..." Aw, shit. Damn it Wythers, ya had to go and upset the mental guy, didn't you? He thought, cursing himself mentally.

"Uhm... sorry?" He offered as a last resort, his eyes darting to the objects on the bar, trying to decide what would make the best weapon until he could get to something heavier. Just in case.

[Dillon Rickman]

Luckily for Madoc, Dillon's brain was so broken, at the mention of bodybuilders, he just led off into another rant.

"Bodybuilder? Why would I build a body? I got this one for free, and I'd have to do tons of work to build another one... You'd probably have to buy the materials from somewhere, and then you'd have to cobble them together, that'd cost loads and take ages! And seriously, who builds a person!?"

He trailed off, talking both to himself and the bar in general.

"I mean, it's not like you don't get everything you need with a person from the off. It's not like you can add extra bits, so you just get that person and keep them. You don't need to build another one. Especially not another body..."

He paused for thought a moment.

"....Although, that'd make me kinda like Frankenstein...the doctor, not the monster...and that'd be neat!"

He paused again.

".....Remind me to never use the word neat again." He said in a whisper to Madoc.

[Felix Dolohov]

Felix's eyebrow moved yet again to his hairline as he rubbed at the bridge of his nose in pain, already beginning to feel the faint dull ache that had been there for a while get more fierce with every word out of Dillon's mouth.

He was tempted to pour himself a shot of whiskey but instead chose to replace the melted icecube in his cheek with a fresh one.

"I think Madoc meant work out instead of actually making a body." He pointed out wearily.

[Harmony Chadwick]

"That's cool! Yeah. I think it would be a great business investment." She said to Felix.

She turned to Madoc with a charming smile "Ok then. Toned is more what i meant anyway." She wanted to say the right things and as he had said in well enough shape she thought toned would be a better word. She pondered half thinking of more ways to flirt and half thinking of how useful a local butchers would be.

She turned to Dillon and smiled "I think that's what he meant too. And as for you being a tosser I don't think you are." She didn't want to get caught up in a fight with a mad man waving swords about. "I just think you're misunderstood."

[Felix Dolohov]

Yet again, Felix's eyebrow moved towards his hairline as he looked at Zack with a completely bemused expression, mouthing the words 'misunderstood' with a semi-terrified expression on his face.

If Dillon was misunderstood instead of insane, then Felix was a woman instead of a man.

And he could quite firmly say that he had male equipment, thus ruling out the fact he was female and Dillon was misunderstood.

[Madoc Wythers]

Madoc laughed, relieved that he was back to not worrying about Dillon killing him. "You got it." He replied to the slayer, relaxing. "And it's as the young man," he indicated Felix, "said. I meant weightlifters and stuff, Y'know, the kind of guys that're built like a Terminator and have the brains of a termite."

He noticed Felix's eyebrows ascend to his hairline again - they seemed to be spending a lot of time there lately, he mused. He chuckled. "Bet I know what you're thinking." He told him quietly, not wanting Dillon to hear and take it the wrong way. Again.

[Felix Dolohov]

The blond smirked at him, "And I bet you're thinking it too." He retorted softly rolling the icecube down his cheek.