The Time Thieves (ᴀ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ) discussion

This is a bar located on campus. It has black lights, some neon decorations, and loud rock music. Some drug dealers use it as a base for operations. The bar serves all manners of alcoholic beverages. This is also one of the more infamous places on campus.

Roleplay!

Jasper materialized in the Bar and wiped her forehead. If there were one thing she hated about time travel, it was that whatever buzz she had before time travelling disappeared in transit. She sighed and rubbed her forehead as her eyes adjusted to the blacklight.

Not waiting for her companion, she stalked over to the bar and hissed, "Strong as you've got this instant, understand?" Her dark eyed stare bored into the bartender, who nodded with what looked like fear. A moment later, he returned and handed her drink to her. She nodded and tossed him a couple coins (for once, she was not overcharged). She headed back to the site of materialization and taking swigs of her drink, she waited for her companion's arrival. Having waited for more than ten minutes, she determined her companion would not arrive. She sighed and sat down at a table.

Within a matter of seconds Geralt was thrust from the very air itself and right onto the ground near the counter. His hands took hold of the nearby stool as he slowly made his way to his feet. A deep breath was taken as Geralt surveyed his new surroundings. The smell of spirit s brought his piercing gaze towards the bartender.

Jasper down the rest of her drink and slammed her glass down onto the table with an audible clank. The alcohol here was much stronger than that in Ancient Rome, and it was affecting her much more quickly. She walked over to the counter again. Despite the faint buzz in her head, her balance had yet to be terribly affected.

"Another," she growled at the bartender. There was a bit of menace in her tone, and the bartender seemed to take it that that meant she was already drunk. That was just a bit insulting, truth be told.

Not more than a second after the bartender refused her did she punch him in the face. He stumbled back from the force of the blow and knocked a couple bottles of unnamed alcohols to the ground where they shattered. Jasper shook her head. "What a fucking waste." She sighed, and leaving a couple credits for the dazed and injured bartender, she took a drink and sat down on the stool next to Geralt.

His nostrils flared at the sight of the punch. Yet his hand had already taken hold of a rather large bottle of ale. In just a few seconds Geralt had downed the bottles contents with ease.

She stared at her drink for a couple moments ere downing her glass in one large gulp. She slammed it against the table and groaned. She wondered idly why she had suggested this place to come with Xavier (who she was getting rally irritated at for not showing up). She hated going home just because it brought back memories, and she hated nothing so much as guilt. "More than a century," she grumbled, "without coming back and now fucking this. Why did I even?!" She stared at her empty drink and was generally deciding that being back home really did her demeanor no good.

"Quite your mopping you drink to celebrate to have fun not to be a grouchy baby." Geralt spoke after downing another large bottle of ale. His hands already working on the cork of a bottle of mead.

Jasper shot him a glare and crossed her arms. "Really? You want to try my patience right now? Really?" She was angry, and she had been driven to drink by her overall frustration with the world and how it felt suffocating to her mind. And that anger was what she had so often become when she drank, and today was no exception to the rule. She'd been made into a Time Thief because she'd picked a fight with the exact wrong person, or right person, if one looked at it the right way. But after she had been changed, she had cleaned up her act a bit, but she had not cut the alcohol from her system. "Not really the time." She turned to get a better look at him and then saw the clock-patterned eyes. "Just what I need. Another Time Thief. As if not-Roman boy wasn't enough for one day."

Geraalt could not hold back his laughter. "Is that a challenge to combat?" He took his time drinking the mead. Placing the bottle down Geralt stared at the woman.

Jasper shrugged. "If you'd like." A grin formed on her face. She really did like the fighting even though she was aware that she shouldn't. It was just who she was ever since she'd started coming to this place. In Rome, she had gotten into fights sometimes more than once a day.

Geralt removed himself from the stool. Grabbing a hold of the stool that the woman sat on, Geralt yanked it out from under her. "Well then come on woman show me what yer worth."

Jasper didn't care if she did win or not; after all, that really wasn't the point to this exercise. She caught herself on the table and pulled herself up. She swung a punch at him while keeping her other arm in a position she could defend herself with it from.

Geralt accepted the punch and gave one back. A large smile covered his face.

Jasper blocked the next punch, not willing to take another punch were she lucid and agile enough to avoid it. That may have been why she was wielding his glass as a weapon mere seconds later. She laughed, enjoying this way too much for her own good.

Geralt leaped forward. Pressing his shoulder into the woman's stomach aiming to bring her to the ground.

Almost expertly, she twisted away. Almost expertly. Perhaps if she weren't somewhere in the realm between tipsy and drunk, it would have been flawless. But as it were, she found herself grabbing onto a chair for balance's sake. When she was stable, she picked the chair up and brandished it as a weapon.

Geralt turned and brought his fist right through the wood of the chair. A smile grew on his face as his other hand grabbed hold of a beer and downed it quickly.

((Can I bring in Jasper's sister?))

Jasper swung a punch that she was fully aware he could block. Perhaps part of her did want the pain that came with losing. She had fought often in the time leading up to her becoming a Time Thief and won not all that much. That was demonstrated by the fact she was a Time Thief. Now, she had been getting into fights less even if that was mostly because she had been around people less often. Now, she just fought enough to get alcohol from the sexist vendors of Ancient Rome.

((sure)) Geralt smiled and grabbed her fist in mid swing. With a push he slammed the woman into wall. "This is too much fun." He let out a hardy laugh.

At that very moment, Jasper's younger sister walked into the place. This did, of course, elicit a long string of strong cursing from the elder sister before, "What the fucking hell is she fucking doing here?!" She growled, grab a glass of alcohol, which she clenched in her fist so hard that it shattered. The pieces of glass pressed into her gloved but didn't cut them. She tried to avoid her sister's line of sight. She tried not to think. It was better that way. If she thought about it, if she felt more emotion, guilt would overcome her. She hated guilt more than anything else. She did her best to avoid it. Unfortunately, Fleur, the sister, saw Jasper. Fleur's eyes widened as she dashed over to Jasper and Geralt.

Geralt took a step back. "So a two on one hardly a fair fight."

Jasper backed away nervously. She knew her sister likely hated her guts. She had disappeared for almost eleventh months by the reckoning of her family, and her family hadn't appreciated her habits in the years before she left either.

"You," Fleur hissed. "You go get addicted to drugs. You lose your contract with the University. And then, you disappear!" She slapped Jasper, who winced. "What the hell do you have to say for yourself? How can you do this to us? Mum is beside herself!"

Jasper leaped over the table in an attempt to keep distance between her and her sister. She grabbed some alcohol and downed it quickly after deciding she wasn't drunk enough to deal with the situation. "Easily," she said, her eyes glinting. She redoubled her efforts not to feel. She swore she could hear Fleur growl.

"You to must be related." Geralt pulled the second woman away from the first with ease. "Don't hit your family member unless you intend to kill them." Laughter left his mouth as Geralt downed a beer.

"Sisters," Fleur said without hesitation. "And it's a rather unfortunate coincidence." Jasper took a step backwards. Fleur smirked at Jasper. Idly, Jasper wondered what had happened to the sweet girl she had known. Jasper thought about just using her powers to escape.

"Seems my fun has been ended." Geralt laughed and took a seat at one end of the bar.

Jasper followed him. She hoped to escape her sister; her ability to distance herself from her emotions was at its limits, and she was petrified of feeling actual guilt. Fleur, of course, followed and grabbed Jasper's leather-clad arm. Jasper tensed, really considering fleeing. But first, however, she grabbed a drink from the bar and downed it.

Geralt stretched his arms upward before starting a new beer. "You both act strange."

"She's angry, and I don't want to deal with it," Jasper said frankly. She shrugged. This did elicit another slap from Fleur.

"I'm angry with good reason," Fleur said, narrowing her eyes at Jasper. Jasper looked to Geralt for help.

" Stop hitting her or else." He had heard people use this as a threat before and thought now would be the best time for it.