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Post by Corvus Corthrow on Apr 21, 2015 15:14:08 GMT -7
Corvus watches Sombra laughing, as he calmly slips on a thick green glove with black lacing.
"You may try again tomorrow, sir, if you like. But in the meantime, you will need to leave."
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Post by The Clockwork Man on Apr 21, 2015 15:39:52 GMT -7
Comedy seeming to inspect and judge Corvus, holds his hand to his chin and says with a cheer "Sir, you seem to be one of the few civilized people still around. I feel as though we may get along and I would be more than happy to have you as a colleague!" After saying this he holds out his hand to Corvus offering his friendship.
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Post by Corvus Corthrow on Apr 21, 2015 16:25:30 GMT -7
"I am delighted to meet you, sir." He said, looking over at Clockwork, "Forgive me for not pressing palms at the moment. You do not want this glove to touch you."
The last part he said as he looked to Sombra, awaiting his departure.
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Post by The Clockwork Man on Apr 21, 2015 16:32:04 GMT -7
"Why's that? I am wearing gloves myself." He says tilting his head and looking at the glove. A gust of steam bursts from his left arm and Comedy mumbles something to himself.
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Post by King Sombra on Apr 21, 2015 16:39:26 GMT -7
"I spit on your glove! I am the ruler of the most powerful nation in the living realm! A mere glove cannot harm me!" He exclaims, putting a hand dramatically to his chest.
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Post by Corvus Corthrow on Apr 21, 2015 16:40:19 GMT -7
"This glove was given the name 'Bouncer' by the mystic who created it. It painfully teleports whomever the user touches far outside whatever building it is in."
He never took his eyes of Sombra, "So how about it then, sir? Care to try again tomorrow night when you feel less inclined to destroy my property, wet my floor, and damage my wall?"
Though, in fairness, he did allow Clockwork to stay after righting the table he flipped. He felt he ought to give Sombra the same chance, "... or will you be inclined right now, and go pick up the glass and mop up the spill so you can continue to remain?"
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Post by King Sombra on Apr 21, 2015 16:45:23 GMT -7
"Grr, neither!" He growls, pounding his fist on the bar, unafraid. He glared at Corvus with hateful eyes, the whites turning green, and the signature purple mist leaking from them.
"You will clean up the mess and get me another glass of Grape-Juice!" He commands, almost childishly.
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Post by Corvus Corthrow on Apr 21, 2015 16:47:30 GMT -7
"You were given fair warning, sir."
Corvus's gloved hand shot out suddenly and touched the fist Sombra had pounded on the counter.
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Post by King Sombra on Apr 21, 2015 16:49:13 GMT -7
Boop
Sombra was gone, without a trace.
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Post by Corvus Corthrow on Apr 21, 2015 16:53:48 GMT -7
Corvus then removed the glove, set it away, then turned to Clockwork, "Pardon that rude disruption, sir. Again, I am delighted to have you here."
He extended his bare hand politely over the counter with a smile.
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Post by The Merchant on Apr 21, 2015 17:26:02 GMT -7
The Merchant sighs at the ruckus being caused next to him. "By the Eclipse, why do I even go to Bars? I have my own Whiskey."
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Post by Corvus Corthrow on Apr 21, 2015 17:38:45 GMT -7
Glancing to The Merchant, he says, "I apologize for what happened, sir. I try to keep a clean and welcoming establishment."
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Post by The Merchant on Apr 21, 2015 18:46:20 GMT -7
"Don't worry about it."
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Post by The Clockwork Man on Apr 21, 2015 18:50:27 GMT -7
Comedy shakes Corvus's hand before pulling out what appeared to be a deactivated clockwork eye with a ring around it. Attached to the ring was a chain, it was a necklace. He handed it to Corvus and said "Wear this and your enemies will know that you are my comrade."
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Post by Corvus Corthrow on Apr 21, 2015 18:57:18 GMT -7
Taking the odd necklace, he nodded, "It is very kind of you to give me this, sir. Thank you." He pockets the item, and heads around the bar with a rag to clean up Sombra's mess.
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