So what will it be today?

Ask/RP blog for my League of Legends OC, Brid the Bartender. This blog is multiverse friendly and is open to other OCs. Mun is also 18+ and is open to NSFW scenarios. Icon is by ask-junior-the-yordle

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(darkmagickitten) Veigar never really liked to travel into the empire that had once imprisoned and tortured him into what he is today, but he had his reasons for being here. To avoid being detected, he'd slip into a local bar which was open, and happened to be Brid's bar. Seeing a yordle at the bar counter, he'd quickly make his way over to take a seat. Maybe he'd be more welcome here?

Brid was busy at his bar as usual when he looked up to see another yordle wearing a rather silly looking hat sitting at the counter in front of him. Odd, he didn’t really see many yordles in Noxus, other then him and a certain Noxian military yordle of course. Deciding to treat this new customer just like he does the rest, the bartender yordle would simply ask “Hello there, would you like anything to drink?”

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darkmagickitten:

 a lot more uncouth than he first thought. “Tch, so your whole empire is run by barbarians… gotcha.” he spat out sarcastically, sipping more on his shot of Bourbon as he’d just grimace again. “G-Gah…” he groaned, licking his nose a few times to get the sharp aftertaste off of his tongue. “Ugh, either way… that’s not how I got greeted here… I can -assure- you of that…”

Brid could feel his Noxian pride stirring up within him at the “barbarian” comment the other yordle made, but he kept it in check. “Well I’m sorry to hear that.” Brid simply responded. Noticing the grimace that the black-furred yordle was giving with each shot, Brid asked “You sure you don’t want anything less strong?”

[yordle-barkeep]

(darkmagickitten) Veigar never really liked to travel into the empire that had once imprisoned and tortured him into what he is today, but he had his reasons for being here. To avoid being detected, he'd slip into a local bar which was open, and happened to be Brid's bar. Seeing a yordle at the bar counter, he'd quickly make his way over to take a seat. Maybe he'd be more welcome here?

Brid was busy at his bar as usual when he looked up to see another yordle wearing a rather silly looking hat sitting at the counter in front of him. Odd, he didn’t really see many yordles in Noxus, other then him and a certain Noxian military yordle of course. Deciding to treat this new customer just like he does the rest, the bartender yordle would simply ask “Hello there, would you like anything to drink?”

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darkmagickitten:

He just looked up at him as if he did not believe what he had just heard, and honestly, he didn’t. A yordle worked here… willingly? Not only that, but did he say he… lived here? “… How? How are you living here? Noxians hate us yordles…” he growled, hand clutching up into a fist. “And before you ask, my business here is my own!”

“Wasn’t going to ask.” Brid answered honestly. He didn’t openly pry into other people’s business, he was always just there to listen if they felt like talking. “As for your question, Noxian’s don’t “hate” us. They hate the weak. If you can’t handle what it throws at you then it will have no mercy, but I’ve faced whatever challenges this place has thrown at me head on and I’ve never let it trip me up for long. I’ve worked and fought hard to get to where I am today, and for that I’m as valid a citizen of Noxus as anyone else.” said Brid.

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(darkmagickitten) Veigar never really liked to travel into the empire that had once imprisoned and tortured him into what he is today, but he had his reasons for being here. To avoid being detected, he'd slip into a local bar which was open, and happened to be Brid's bar. Seeing a yordle at the bar counter, he'd quickly make his way over to take a seat. Maybe he'd be more welcome here?

Brid was busy at his bar as usual when he looked up to see another yordle wearing a rather silly looking hat sitting at the counter in front of him. Odd, he didn’t really see many yordles in Noxus, other then him and a certain Noxian military yordle of course. Deciding to treat this new customer just like he does the rest, the bartender yordle would simply ask “Hello there, would you like anything to drink?”

[cosmiciism]

The feline-esque yordle would merely sigh and nod a bit, taking the glass as he’d whisk the content about a bit, before taking a sip of it. It burnt down his throat, making him hiss and groan, but ultimately he swallowed it down, sighing once the initial ordeal was over. “Nngh… thanks…” he said, as he just looked around a bit. “So… who’s slave are you to work here?” he asked, a bit of venom in his voice. “I hardly find it believable that a yordle would want to work in this city willingly…”

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Brid inwardly cringed a bit after Veigar asked if was someones slave. He wasn’t going to get angry at him for not knowing, but still the yordle unintentionally undermining his achievements by asking if he was someone’s slave did sting. “I’m no one’s slave, and as for why I would want to work here in Noxus. It’s kinda hard not to when you both live here and own an entire bar.” said Brid matter-of-factually.

[yordle-barkeep]

(darkmagickitten) Veigar never really liked to travel into the empire that had once imprisoned and tortured him into what he is today, but he had his reasons for being here. To avoid being detected, he'd slip into a local bar which was open, and happened to be Brid's bar. Seeing a yordle at the bar counter, he'd quickly make his way over to take a seat. Maybe he'd be more welcome here?

Brid was busy at his bar as usual when he looked up to see another yordle wearing a rather silly looking hat sitting at the counter in front of him. Odd, he didn’t really see many yordles in Noxus, other then him and a certain Noxian military yordle of course. Deciding to treat this new customer just like he does the rest, the bartender yordle would simply ask “Hello there, would you like anything to drink?”

[cosmiciism]

The yordle would just glance up from underneath the brim of his hat, as he would sigh a little bit. “Yes, if you happen to have anything strong here I’d prefer that… the strongest thing you’ve got.” he’d fish around in his pocket and tossed out a small pouch with gold coins clinking inside. “As much as I can get for this, at least.” he then added, taking off his hat and placing it on the seat next to him. This would reveal his features; he was very feline in appearance, with two pointy ears and ruffled-up black fur on his body, along with bright yellow eyes with slitted cat pupils.

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Brid quickly took in the features of the yordle once his hat was off, committing them to memory. You never knew when a face you meet could end up becoming a regular. Taking the small pouch of gold coins, Brid would go back really quick to fetch both a strong bottle of bourbon as well as a shot glass. Bringing them back to the black-furred yordle, Brid would place them down on the counter and pour him a shot. Sliding the glass over to the yordle, he would say “Here you go sir, a shot of one my stonger bourbons. I hope you enjoy.”

[yordle-barkeep]

(darkmagickitten) Veigar never really liked to travel into the empire that had once imprisoned and tortured him into what he is today, but he had his reasons for being here. To avoid being detected, he'd slip into a local bar which was open, and happened to be Brid's bar. Seeing a yordle at the bar counter, he'd quickly make his way over to take a seat. Maybe he'd be more welcome here?

Brid was busy at his bar as usual when he looked up to see another yordle wearing a rather silly looking hat sitting at the counter in front of him. Odd, he didn’t really see many yordles in Noxus, other then him and a certain Noxian military yordle of course. Deciding to treat this new customer just like he does the rest, the bartender yordle would simply ask “Hello there, would you like anything to drink?”

[yordle-barkeep]

I would like to quickly apologize for not being as active on this blog as I probably should. Things have been busy for me IRL and I haven’t been able to be active online as I would like. Sorry to to those who have threads that I haven’t replied to for a while. Hopefully things clear up for me soon and I’ll be able to be more active on this blog. In the meantime, I hope all of you reading this have a nice day.

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A Conversation between Noxian Bartender (Closed rp with Brid)

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“Hmmm…..” Junior was humming while waiting his drink, he continued to examine this bartender yordle again, he looked around here, no mutuals are here except him and the bartender, everyone just tough and aggressive-looking, and suddenly some of them just staring at him and Brid, that had freak him out, he decided to distract his fear on talking with this bartender.

“The name’s Junior…” Maybe because of the pressures from back, Junior cannot find any topics to chat with Brid.

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“It’s a pleasure to meet you Junior.” said Brid in a friendly, noticing Junior’s discomfort rather easily due to his skill with reading people. After exchanging greetings with the other yordle, Brid was finished with mixing the cocktail. Taking a glass out, he opened the lid of the cocktail shaker and poured out some of it into the glass. Once that was done, Brid slid over the glass to Junior and said “You’re drink is ready.” 

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Penelope pokes her through the entrance of Brid's bar. She's back after being away from Noxus for so long. Too many crimes going on in Bilgewater for her to even travel like she usually does, but now it's recently been quiet as of late. So, she now has some time to relax. "Biiiiird..Ye know wot tiome it is, lad?"

Brid looked up from his position at the bar counter top to see the source of the voice that addressed him. He was greeted by a rather familiar and friendly face. Brid had an idea of what Penelope meant by asking what time it is, but Brid was feeling rather bored at the moment due to his bar being rather quite. So instead, he decided to be play around a little and said “It’s about 4 in the afternoon Penelope. Welcome back to Noxus by the way.”

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As Brid asked her about the ammunition, Penelope also found herself fumbling through her coat to find that as well. She then frowned. “Uuhm, I don’t think ‘ave ‘em on me Brid, I sorta forgot ye needed that for the gun..Heh.” She starts to look around. “Yah think they’ve got some ammunition around ‘ere for it, though? Seems lioke they’d ‘ave some since ye know this IS a trainin’ ground on ‘ow to shoot a gun..”

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Admittedly, Brid had to subtly suppress a bit of laughter after hearing that she apparently forgot that you need bullets to use a gun. How do you forget the fact that a gun fires bullets? Anyways, Brid managed to hide his amusement at the situation and listened as Penelope suggested that they ask for bullets. “I’m regret to inform you Penelope that this is a “bring your own equipment” training ground. You’re supposed to bring your own weapon, but it’s not so bad.” Brid said. He then reached out to pull up his uniform a bit to reveal that he was carrying his own gun strapped to his thigh. “We’ll just use some of mine.” said Brid.

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A Conversation between Noxian Bartender (Closed rp with Brid)

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“I need Aviaton, please.” Junior would order his favorite cocktail Aviaton, which appears in blue in color, while he was waiting the yordle bartender making his beverage, he asked the yordle bartender, he was intrigued by this yordle bartender, Junior is curious how a yordle could survive in this piece of brutal land..?

“May I know your name, sir?”

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Brid listened to the customer’s order, which was for a cocktail called Aviaton, and went to work to get it made. As he was adding the different elements of the cocktail into the cocktail shaker, Brid’s ear perked up after he heard the other yordle ask him for his name. Turning back to face the other yordle, Brid simply stated “My name is Brid, your drink will be ready in a minute.” He then proceeded to begin shaking the shaker in order to mix the contents all together into the requested cocktail.

[cantankerous-bastard]

回 (yordle-barkeep)

回 = patching a wound

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Kled walked into Brid’s bar only to find it in quite a bit of chaos. A lot of the stools and tables were knocked over and/or broken, and he even spotted blood-stains here and there. Furrowing his brow, he’d pull his weapon out to defend himself, as he’d walk in carefully. Although, as he’d move behind the bar counter, the only one he found was Brid, trying to patch himself up… with a huge stab-wound in his abdomen. “Holy shit Brid, wha’ the hell happ’ned?” he asked as he just looked at him in slight shock.

[cantankerous-bastard]

Kled had quickly handed Brid over to the doctors, along with leaving a VERY clear warning to the doctors that “if he did not see Brid in a couple of minutes all better, they were gonna need a lot of body-bags”. Kled was then sat out in the waiting hall, and after what felt like an eternity, he was let inside. “Frickin’ finally!” he huffed as he was let inside, and then saw Brid on his bed, recovering slowly. Kled decided to sit by his side, until he was stabilized and woke up.

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Brid slowly opened his eyes, grimacing a bit as they adjusted to the light in the room. Damn he felt awful. He wondered exactly where he was for a minute, before realizing that he was in a hospital bed. His eyes slowly moved to scan the room and take in his surroundings. Looking over to his side, Brid noticed Kled sitting by his bed. He was surprised a bit that the military yordle was with him still. Giving a small smile, Brid weakly said “Hi.”

[cantankerous-bastard]

回 (yordle-barkeep)

回 = patching a wound

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Kled walked into Brid’s bar only to find it in quite a bit of chaos. A lot of the stools and tables were knocked over and/or broken, and he even spotted blood-stains here and there. Furrowing his brow, he’d pull his weapon out to defend himself, as he’d walk in carefully. Although, as he’d move behind the bar counter, the only one he found was Brid, trying to patch himself up… with a huge stab-wound in his abdomen. “Holy shit Brid, wha’ the hell happ’ned?” he asked as he just looked at him in slight shock.

[cantankerous-bastard]

Kled had quickly handed Brid over to the doctors, along with leaving a VERY clear warning to the doctors that “if he did not see Brid in a couple of minutes all better, they were gonna need a lot of body-bags”. Kled was then sat out in the waiting hall, and after what felt like an eternity, he was let inside. “Frickin’ finally!” he huffed as he was let inside, and then saw Brid on his bed, recovering slowly. Kled decided to sit by his side, until he was stabilized and woke up.

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Brid slowly opened his eyes, grimacing a bit as they adjusted to the light in the room. Damn he felt awful. He wondered exactly where he was for a minute, before realizing that he was in a hospital bed. His eyes slowly moved to scan the room and take in his surroundings. Looking over to his side, Brid noticed Kled sitting by his bed. He was surprised a bit that the military yordle was with him still. Giving a small smile, Brid weakly said “Hi.”

[cantankerous-bastard]

回 (yordle-barkeep)

回 = patching a wound

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Kled walked into Brid’s bar only to find it in quite a bit of chaos. A lot of the stools and tables were knocked over and/or broken, and he even spotted blood-stains here and there. Furrowing his brow, he’d pull his weapon out to defend himself, as he’d walk in carefully. Although, as he’d move behind the bar counter, the only one he found was Brid, trying to patch himself up… with a huge stab-wound in his abdomen. “Holy shit Brid, wha’ the hell happ’ned?” he asked as he just looked at him in slight shock.

[cantankerous-bastard]

Kled would occasionally look back as he would spot Brid starting to get drowsy and slightly losing his grip, as the older yordle just grit his teeth, wanting to get the fucker that had hurt him. “Jus’ hold on Brid…” he muttered, but in the end even he had to realize it wasn’t gonna work. “Aw fuck it!” he growled as he made Skaarl screech to a halt. “Skaarl, get goin’ to tha’ neares’ hospital! We need t’get Brid to a doctor!” he growled, as Skaarl just nodded and headed off, reaching a hospital in record time. Once there, Kled helped Brid off as he’d kick the doors in, Brid in his arms. “EY! IS ‘DERE A DOCTOR AVAILABLE?!”

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Brid felt his head dip lower and lower as he struggled to keep himself awake. He was jolted a bit into wakefulness by the sudden stop that skaarl had made, but it didn’t last long as Brid felt his mind go foggy and his thoughts go hazy. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but eventually they found themselves at a building. Brid managed to register Kled grabbing him in his arms and was helped off of Skaarl by the other yordle. He let Kled guide him inside the building, the other yordle kicking the doors open in apparent urgency. The last thing Brid registered was Kled yelling something and a few people rushing over to take him somewhere before he couldn’t keep is eyes open any longer and lost consciousness.

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A Conversation between Noxian Bartender (Closed rp with Brid)

Noxus, a place where Junior wouldn’t want to come, a place which every second you can die in anywhere, anytime, but in the force to get faster to the Fel’jord. He needs to cross over the Noxus, and there is the only way to do it.

“I felt strangely fear at here…” Junior looked around, he saw a man always looking at him with his fearful eyes, while sharpening the sword in his hand, that gave Junior a shivering thought…

Maybe after this time, he wouldn’t want to cross this creepy land anymore…

Until it was night, he decided to find tavern for rest, and he found a bar, he walked into the bar, the seat is really tall for him, he managed to crawl up the seat, and decide to have a shot.

“Order.” He raised his hand, and then a yordle comes to welcoming him.

“Wait what? A yordle?”

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Brid was busy tending to his bar as usual, the day going buy rather slowly as not much was happening. Things would probably pick up once the guards switch off for their shifts, but for now the bar only had a few customers who chatted casually among themselves. As Brid was refilling the drink of a customer, he heard the voice of someone new calling out to him for an order. After handing the customer his refill, Brid went over to the source of the voice and was met with the sight of another yordle. The sight of another yordle did intrigue Brid, as he hasn’t seen many yordles in Noxus, but he was bartender first. So he greeted the other yordle and said “Hello there, welcome to my bar. What drink will you be having today?”

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回 (yordle-barkeep)

回 = patching a wound

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Kled walked into Brid’s bar only to find it in quite a bit of chaos. A lot of the stools and tables were knocked over and/or broken, and he even spotted blood-stains here and there. Furrowing his brow, he’d pull his weapon out to defend himself, as he’d walk in carefully. Although, as he’d move behind the bar counter, the only one he found was Brid, trying to patch himself up… with a huge stab-wound in his abdomen. “Holy shit Brid, wha’ the hell happ’ned?” he asked as he just looked at him in slight shock.

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“Heh, no problem, ey?” Kled chuckled as he managed to carry Brid outdoors, holding him up and helping him to walk as he would then whistle at Skaarl, who just shrieked and nodded, crouching down to let Brid be seated on her back easier. Kled then hopped on and whapped a bloody rag in her face, letting her smell it. “Sniff ‘em out Skaarl!” he ordered, as she screeched and stood up, galloping away. Kled had Brid hold his hands around his waist, just to keep him stable.

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Brid held his arms around Kled’s waist as Skaarl rode of in search of the scent. The sights of people and buildings became a blur as the drakalop ran it’s way through the streets of Noxus. Brid wondered if the guards had already caught the man. After all, a guy running through the streets covered in blood and holding a knife is definitely going to attract the attention of some guards. As Brid struggled to keep his eyes open, the loss of blood making him quite tired and drowsy, he continued to hold onto Kled as he felt his eyelids get heavy. Well, either they found this guy soon or Brid was gonna end up missing “his revenge.” 

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Fade: Don’t ask me why, I just wanted to draw for all yordles! I welcoming all yordles!

— Thank you so much for drawing my OC! I love it! Everyone look at the awesome drawing of Brid that this person made!!!

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回 (yordle-barkeep)

回 = patching a wound

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Kled walked into Brid’s bar only to find it in quite a bit of chaos. A lot of the stools and tables were knocked over and/or broken, and he even spotted blood-stains here and there. Furrowing his brow, he’d pull his weapon out to defend himself, as he’d walk in carefully. Although, as he’d move behind the bar counter, the only one he found was Brid, trying to patch himself up… with a huge stab-wound in his abdomen. “Holy shit Brid, wha’ the hell happ’ned?” he asked as he just looked at him in slight shock.

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Kled just looked at Brid all the time as he patched himself up and stood up, only to see him stumble and lean onto the counter as he just shook his head, moving up to Brid as he’d flick his nose a bit. “Oh hell no ya ain’ movin’ from this spot, mister! Look, yer wound’s obviously deep, so ya can’t go exertin’ yerself. C’mon, I’ll carry ya outside. An’ we’ll both get on Skaarl, an’ I’ll make sure ya get sum vengeance, ‘kay?” he said with a grin, holding out an arm for Brid to support him.

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Brid wasn’t honestly that interested in getting vengeance, but he honestly is in no shape to move anywhere, so he decided to accept Kled’s offer and gripped onto Kled’s arm for support. “Thank you…” was all Brid said as he walked outside slowly towards Skaarl with Kled supporting him.

[cantankerous-bastard]

回 (yordle-barkeep)

回 = patching a wound

@yordle-barkeep

Kled walked into Brid’s bar only to find it in quite a bit of chaos. A lot of the stools and tables were knocked over and/or broken, and he even spotted blood-stains here and there. Furrowing his brow, he’d pull his weapon out to defend himself, as he’d walk in carefully. Although, as he’d move behind the bar counter, the only one he found was Brid, trying to patch himself up… with a huge stab-wound in his abdomen. “Holy shit Brid, wha’ the hell happ’ned?” he asked as he just looked at him in slight shock.

[cantankerous-bastard]

Kled would just growl a little bit as he would move up to Brid, checking on his wound a bit. “Hmf, damn bastard. Ah’ll get him fer ya, dun’ worry…” of course he did not know the looks of the assailant, but he was sure Brid was going to tell him. “Tch… a’ least he was too drunk t’hit yer vitals…” he huffed, as he would look around for anything to hold the bandages together once wrapped up. He just sighed, as he took off one of his medals from his hat, which had a pin on the backside. “Here, take ‘dis an’ keep the bandages in place with it.”

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Brid looked at Kled as the other yordle removed one of the badges on his hat to offer it for him to use as a way to keep that bandages in place. “Oh. . . thanks” was all Brid said as he took the pin from Kled and did his best to keep a steady hand so that the pin would not end up poking him as he poked it into the bandages. Once it was in, Brid tried to stand himself up, but immediately stumbled and was forced to lean into the counter as the pain of the stab wound made it hard for him to keep steady. “If. . . you want to catch him, you should probably go now. The bastard was really drunk and couldn’t have gone too far. I’m sure Skaarl can pick up the scent of the blood, so you should go while you still can.. . I’ll. . .I’ll just go home, I’m sure I can make it back” Brid said as he tried to put on a brave face. However, it was only that, a face. Brid was very visibly having a hard time moving with the wound and if his trouble standing was any indication, he was in no shape to try to walk anywhere.