#barandgrillbys

[quiiestis-blog]

                       º @barandgrillbys

What was meant to be a trip to the ruins for some peace and quiet quickly lead to more excitement than the ghost was ready for ( meaning he had to actively avoid the caretaker to avoid interaction ) and left him rather exhausted. Their float back to Waterfall was cut short as they begin to drift off and soon floated into the empty bar (perhaps it was supposed to be closed) and laid down in one of the booths. Just a short nap would be good.

[feathers-and-scales]

Ghost | Closed RP

@barandgrillbys

Her knees were shaking, her vision swimming. This was wrong. This was so wrong. The battlefield... it was nothing like she expected. It was pure chaos. People screaming, monsters, dragons and humans fighting around her and she couldn’t move, frozen with her spear in her hand, staring at the human below her. His fear was flooding her senses. It was hard to breath.

How does one go from protector to killer? How does the adult dragons deal with this? Her mind could not comprehend.Her instincts were screaming at her two different things - kill for duty, and protect because that is why you were born. She couldn’t chose.

Her hands were shaking and mind went blank. She could hear her heart hammering in her chest. Why couldn’t she just move? 

This was a mistake. Her father told her that stubbornness will be her downfall and he was right. She wasn’t ready for this. If only she didn’t try to impress her mother so damn much.  

Human noticed her hesitation and conflict. He didn’t have the same problem, he reached for his sword and she knew he was going to kill her because she couldn’t move.

Someone.... please save her.

[roxannecelxt]

[ @barandgrillbys ]

She cared less of her health and questioned more her abilities; since when did Roxanne feel so tired after a mission? Tired, bruised, insecure--

She would’ve come along the other knights; have them patch her up and let her rest as the Kingsman HQ had more than enough to offer, but, no, she’s got this. I got this.

But the night grew and grew colder so quickly, leaving her less and less options for stay, should she fail to reach her home soon enough. Streets began to empty itself of the locals, both humans and monsters that came to mingle with them not so long ago; the night doesn’t seem to appeal to them so much, anyway.

Her every step made her slower, weaker, regretful. A grunt was sounded as she felt her bruises sting, especially that by her lower abdomen; a bad shot, she would figure, but it didn’t seem to hurt this much before--

“Ugh!” More vocalized now, she frantically looked around; a dimly lit bar seemed to still be open. She won’t make it home if she kept moving. Going towards it with painful, lithe steps, she ran for the door, grabbing hold of it before making one last effort of pulling it open, before she met the floors with a soft thud, finally, finally unconscious.

[dejavu-sans]

Crateris

( closed starter for @barandgrillbys )

Ten years. It had been ten years since... Well. Sans didn’t like to think about it. He would have forgotten the date if could, but it seemed like the numbers identifying one of the worst days in his life were seared into the back of his skull. A stronger than usual sense of guilt gnawing at his bones had sent him to his usual stool at Grillby’s, where he’d been slumped over the counter for the past few hours. He hardly even registered the movement of the other monsters out the door as the hour neared the bar’s closing time. Crumpled ketchup bottles and empty paper baskets littered the space around him. He raised a finger slowly to request a refill.

* hey, grillby, could ya —

The trembling finger in front of him suddenly blurred. Could he be—? No. He hadn’t cried at all the day of, ten years ago. It must be a trick of the light. Or maybe you could actually get drunk on just ketchup and fries.