Post by Joliette Thorne on Jun 16, 2007 7:03:39 GMT -5
Terra expressed the displeasure felt at the state of the tavern with a broken bottle lunged at the wall, the shards sprinkling amongst several other blasted pieces of it's kind. Expelling a long-held breath she moved towards the cellar, a wine-keep's hide was given a swift rap of the heel. "Steadman!" A bark of agitation at the keep's inability to be more than a coward, "Get up here and clean before the bastard swipes another eye!" Satisfied that the one-eyed barkeep would take the words to heart, Terra moved on to a tiny closet in the wall and grabbed several ratty rags and two bottles filled with cleanser. Roughly, both were tossed atop the counter while Terra gave another glance about the place, hands on hips, "What the hell am I going to do with this?" The room, recently redecorated by the latest owner, was in quite the state. Bits of bodies were sprawled here and there, and nearly every inch was covered in a sticky brown substance that was once the source of life for the half-bodies that covered the floors and littered the chairs. There was a magic barrier about the place thus preventing magical means in cleaning -- looks like it was down to the mop and rags.
Zeba reaches into the air next to him, his hand disappearing, digging in deeper then his whole arm is missing. The spellblade removes about 6 rags, two bottles of soap and a mop. " Well now we have the needed tools."
Scribe was quiet a second, looking over the cleaning processes, almost tempted to step back outside and make a break for it.
Syrenia pauses midstep as she enters the tavern. A grimace appears with a wrinkle of her nose as she takes in the sight. "Redecorating?"
Terra casts a curious look towards Zeba but kept tongue held as not to frighten away what little help appeared. "Thank you. Set them on the counter?" A vague flick of the wrist motioned towards the blood-coated top, a passage of bootprints from the elfless leading the way to it. "Anyone else bring supplies?" Syrenia earns a slight chuckle, nod delivered towards the female. "What better way? Red is so 'in' this season."
Zeba places what he did bring on the counter. " Thats all I brought. I thought it would be... less bloody.""
Scribe was quiet for many many minutes, just looking about. He looked like he'd seen better days, his body still soaked in sea water.
Terra tossed Scribe a towel to dry off with, or at the very least, refrain from adding more mess to the cause.
Rasja stood at the door, hand out, as if to touch the wall beside her, but in her better judgement it was best to not touch any surroundings. Her face scrunched up with true distaste, not because of the myriad of body pieces strewn across the place, but because of the brown substance covering half of those pieces, and the rest of tavern- blood. Its look wasn't as horrid as it could have been, but it did slightly drain the dark colour from her cheeks. She kept a hand along the better half of her face, covering her nose and her mouth as she stepped into the apparent war zone, ready to fix the place she worked in. With a mumble, she spoke through her fingers to Terra, "Are there gloves?"
Syrenia nods, her trademark smile, still not present. "So I can see." Kneeling down, the woman picks up a toe that has been ripped from something. She looks at it for a moment before dropping it to the floor once more. As she dusts her hands, she speaks towards Terra. "You know, I am not busy right now. Perhaps I could help straighten things."
Terra held bare hands up for Rasja to see. "Not at the moment, I'm afraid. I didn't think to bring some from the clinic." An apologetic smile was given towards the female but there was nothing else to be offered. "Best of luck."
Terra said nothing and simply tossed a recently sprayed rag to Syrenia and Zeba who seemed to want to help restore the place. "It would be appreciated." The humour had faded leaving a tight-lipped grimace at the current development. Scribe was met with silence for a moment before Terra took the approriate steps towards him, a arm being kicked out of the way in the process. "A vampire got hungry," It was a hushed explanation as not to frighten potential customers. "A rare thing, really." So Terra didn't really know if it was rarity or not, but her source of employeement came from this place, she'd be damned if a hungry undead ruined that.
Zeba takes the rag and starts to scrub a spot on the wall clean, in his mind he can't help but think, ' This was caused by a hungry vampire? I never want to meet a starving one then.'
Rasja truly would have stuck her tongue out at the woman for lack of a better thing to do- but on these circumstances, it was best not to do such a thing. Her brow could be seen furrowing, helping to portray her displeasure. Such a thing was hard, and she walked, briskly even, towards the counter, eyes squinting ever so slightly as if to hold back on retching. A sleeve was pulled off from her recent attire, and quickly wrapped about that portion of her face, the hand once covered. A ribbon, whipped out from her skirt's hold and was therein laced along her hair, holding it up and out of view. A hand extended towards Terra, and a thumbs up was made in quiet recognition- she glad to help get this place cleaned.
Scribe blinked. Hard. "...V...V...Vampire?! I thought they were extinct?! I haven't heard of a V... oh jeez, I need to sit down." To which the man would do so on a chair sized portion of a torso, which would give a horrific squish, at which the meekish man would give a high pitched squeal and jump away.
Syrenia catches the rag, though her focus is still on the scattered bodies. She mumbles under her breath while raising an eyebrow. "I've never made such a mess." She makes her way to the stickey bar. "Have we bags, or boxes to dispose of things properly?"
Syrenia turns briefly to look at the screaming man. A smirk is seen as she directs her next comment towards him. "Extinct? Really? You must not reside within this area."
Terra dipped her head ever so slightly at Rasja's silent communication before that honey-hued mess of curls was tied back and pinned with the obsidian pins often kept there. A harsh bite on bottom lip stifled the snicker at Scribe's overzealous behaviour, a rag then being offered towards him should he opt to stay and assist. Sparing a quick glance in search of something to use at Syrenia's request, she could only sigh. The door to the tavern was propped open, a foot being wedged beneath it to keep it that way. "We'll toss them out and set them ablaze?" A suggestion of a way to rid the parts for good. "It'll serve as a psuedo burial for those lost."
Scribe straightened himself, looking at the corpse, shuddering. "...Rightly so, it would appear."
Zeba had manged to get the pile of blood on the wall he was working on clean in about two minutes, going to the next spot the spellblade mutters, " You'll see a vampire nearly everywhere you look, no matter the time of day." Then the human drew out another rag so he could work faster.
Scribe accepted the rag, looking at it a moment. There appeared to be the remains of a person's iris on it. "...Ehe..." He muttered under his breath, just stepping to the wall to attempt to raise some gray matter from the wood work.
Syrenia simply smiles to herself, listening to the conversation concerning her kind. Kneeling once more, she turns her head slightly to the side as she begins to gather stray body parts. With a grunt, she takes them to the poor and tosses them into a pile.
Rasja mumbles out from beneath her makeshift mask at Terra's recent idea, "It'd smell, especially if we did it right outside." She too leans in, delicately grabbing a towel off the top; all before clutching it close in hand.
Syrenia turns to Rasja as she continues the cleanup. "The smell will only be temporary, and it will be nothing compared to the smell that plagued this city not too long ago. Worry not."
Terra tapped a blood speckled finger to chin in thought at Rasja's comment, noting she's right. "Well, they'll still need to be taken outside. I'll get a team together and we'll bury them in a mass grave... The bonfire will simply be used as a way to lure more patrons to the place. It's sure to take a hit after work gets out about this." A sweeping gesture indicated the bloodied establishment.
Scribe stood, rubbing his forehead. "...Isn't there a hole to the east of here? I just passed it on my way, I'm sure it would make a decent burial ground. Certainly you've a dead cart, yes?"
Rasja said to Scribe, "If not, we can surely make one."
Scribe shuddered at the sight of someone's nasal cavity imbedded in a cross beam. "...Does anyone have a bath I could use... I feel I may be ill...
Zeba ussing two rags had managed to clean one foot of blood off the wall right of the door. Instead of saying anything he continues to work.
Syrenia hoists another load of "spare parts" out the door. Looking down at the stains on her dress, she grumbles. "I do wish I had changed first. These stains will never come out."
Terra pointed towards the door desperately, gently reaching to cup Scribe's elbow and lead him that way... The last thing the clean-up crew needed was a man's sick. "Out! Please, out!"
Scribe exits north.
Scribe shouted, "Horrific vomitting noises ensue!"
Scribe appears from the north.
Zeba said, "I wish I didn't hear that..."
Terra seemed to sigh with relief at Scribe's departure only to cringe when the noises followed suit. At his reapperance a wet, clean rag was waiting and offered to him. "You don't have to stay." It wasn't for his own health but Terra's; there was only so much vomit the elfess could handle in the day. "We'll manage."
Syrenia closes her eyes and scrunches her nose up once more at the sound of the man being sick. ".... oh heavens....."
Terra offered the rag to no-one and went about her way which consisted of pouring a bottle of the cleaner into a bowl, discarding the bottle itself. A rag was gently dabbled into the mixture and then lay atop the bar where Terra proceeded to scrub the former life-source away.
Zeba now had manged to get about 5 by 3 feet of blood off the wall that was right of the door. " Two rags work much better."
Scribe shouted, "Oh god, why won't it stop!?" he said as more vomit gushed. "Gyah!"
Terra would pause in effort to smile towards the work Zeba had accomplished. "Very much so. Thank you."
Rasja takes the bottle of cleaner in her other hand, spraying this way and that along the surfaces. Boots quickly pad along the ground, all the while dodging scattered bits and pieces. The bottle is placed along the table, and she moves to the closet, procuring a bucket from the back. It is placed along a cleaner section of the ground, and she unfolds the towel, spreading it out evenly about both hands. Her nose curled from the horrid sounds outside, and she began to pick up those mangled and broken body parts - with the towel, of course - and depositing them in the bucket she brought.
Zeba said to you, "I'd be able to do more but I don't know what the charms here would do if I tried my magic."
Bernie offers a raised brow to Terra post his eyes tracing over the maelstrom of blood. He chuckles to himself and looks to Zeba, "Must've been that time of the month, eh?"
Terra, despite herself, laughed at Bernie's comment and soon after attempted to kick him since their positions were near enough at the bar. "Be careful what you say, will ya?" A small smile is still present as she shakes her head at Zeba. "Nothing. We've placed a magical barrier about the area, sorry."
Syrenia picks up a large man's arm and throws it out the door, hoping that she didn't hit the vomiting man outside. "If whoever did this is married....I'd hate to be the woman who has to clean up after him."
Bernie 's reflexes are fast enough to snatch up Terra's leg between his own and pull her in towards him, where well-toned arms lock around her, "So...Did we end up scheduling the wedding, yet?"
Terra was sorely tempted to swat Bernie with the wet rag but refrained, instead pressing against him to transfer the blood from herself to him. "How about after you help me clean this place up?"
Zeba tries to make a third rag float and managed to, though is having to use twice the mana he normally would. Now the spellblade had three rags to clean with and went to work again.
Bernie binding Terra tightly in his embrace, he looks back to Zeba, "You may dare if you like, good sir."
Kyana pushes past the front door of the tavern finding the outside a nasty view today. Finding the inside not much better the albino sighed and made her way over to her normal seat, steping carefulling to avoid the body parts. Once to her seat she cleared away unwated body parts and took a seat.
Bernie sighs softly, offering his best of malcontent looks to Terra. Sarcasm dripping from his next words as he releases her and turns his hands to wipe away the newly aquired blood stains from his frame, "I thought you'd never ask..."
Zeba again tries to make another rage work forhim but fails so he makes the floating rag clean the roof while he fixed up the wall.
Terra glanced at her own clothing to find that while she succeeded in giving him some of the mess, she had smeared it even moreso. "Dammit," The profanity said on a sigh before the rag was pressed to the counter again, wayward glance given to Bernie as she worked. "So, stranger, been awhile since I've seen you. Out causing a ruckus then?"
Syrenia shakes her head with a disappointed sigh as she briefly looks around at what she has accomplished. Though most of the larger torsos and parts were clear, there were still many smaller, stickier appendages and pieces lying around. She goes to search for a broom to make the clean up easier.
Rasja continues to pick up the bits, flinging them towards the bucket, most entered cleanly, and the towel she was holding to do such work, was becoming a bit dirty. The other parts that didn't make it ended up being dashed across some other portion of the tavern- the dismembered, blood encrusted leg, however, was tossed in a direction towards Kyana, aimed to hit her face or land in her lap.
Zeba sighs as this would be so much easier if he could use all his magic powers on the wall.
Kyana blinks very slowly as something landed in her lap. Slowly aiming her gaze down towards her lap the female found to no surprise a body part, a leg to be exact. Taking the leg from her lap and a towel from her bag she placed first the towel down on the floor then stood the leg upright. Snapping her fingers a wave of magic rushed into the leg sending it with the towel under it across the floor to clean whatever it possibly could.
Rasja points to the closet in the back, "Cleaning tools are situated there."
Bernie grabs the rag and proceedes to follow his eyes to the least messy of areas, cautiously approaching the drained fluids and making small, gentle circles around the pools, soaking up as much as he can, though doing more to spread it around than anything as he responds, "Ruckus? Why would you accuse me of such? Asside from the fact that ruckus was my mother's maiden name, I have no ties to any forms of ruckus."
Terra was oblivious to the other going-on's of the place, such as tossed legs and the like, concentrated solely on the task at hand which was bringing that top to its former shine. A slight chuckle would follow the jest made by Bernie, occasionaly wide circles made to pick up what he left behind. "Oh, I would never accuse you of all people of such a horrible thing. I meant to ask about all the children you've saved and all the other good deeds you've done as of late."
Bernie said to Kyana, "Real magic, at least, isn't allowed. Fake magic is perfectly acceptable
Syrenia nods to Rasja as she moves to the closet where the cleaning tools are located. Grabbing out a broom, she begins to sweep what doesn't stick.
Hetarno nods "i must go very soon but i shall be on later." Hetarno grabs a hand full of rags and starts cleaning up the mess. "what exactly am i cleaning?"
Zeba watches as the rag falls down from cleaning the roof. " Damn these charms are strong, even with the two mana stones I have I don't have enough power to hold my spells for long."
Zeba said to Rasja, "Where is a ladder? I can't reach any high on the wall I was cleaning"
Rasja has been hit with a leg, she stumbles a tiny squeal escaping before.. carefully bringing the appendage over to her bucket and dropping it there.
Rasja said to Zeba, "Closet, " points to the closet in the back, "That one."
Kyana sighing some the female took in a deep breath. Bones bended and mended themselves as she, with a natural ability to, changed into a dragon no bigger than a kitten. One would think it a baby without knowing it was fully grown. The bitty blue one flew over and landed upon Zeba's shoulder.
Zeba goes into the closet and find the ladder, using the odd squeezy tool Hetarno had given him the Spellblade scrubbed again, " It works better then a rag, but not by much." The human then uses the extra rag he had and cleans right above where he started cleaning.
Zeba reaches into the air next to him, his hand disappearing, digging in deeper then his whole arm is missing. The spellblade removes about 6 rags, two bottles of soap and a mop. " Well now we have the needed tools."
Scribe was quiet a second, looking over the cleaning processes, almost tempted to step back outside and make a break for it.
Syrenia pauses midstep as she enters the tavern. A grimace appears with a wrinkle of her nose as she takes in the sight. "Redecorating?"
Terra casts a curious look towards Zeba but kept tongue held as not to frighten away what little help appeared. "Thank you. Set them on the counter?" A vague flick of the wrist motioned towards the blood-coated top, a passage of bootprints from the elfless leading the way to it. "Anyone else bring supplies?" Syrenia earns a slight chuckle, nod delivered towards the female. "What better way? Red is so 'in' this season."
Zeba places what he did bring on the counter. " Thats all I brought. I thought it would be... less bloody.""
Scribe was quiet for many many minutes, just looking about. He looked like he'd seen better days, his body still soaked in sea water.
Terra tossed Scribe a towel to dry off with, or at the very least, refrain from adding more mess to the cause.
Rasja stood at the door, hand out, as if to touch the wall beside her, but in her better judgement it was best to not touch any surroundings. Her face scrunched up with true distaste, not because of the myriad of body pieces strewn across the place, but because of the brown substance covering half of those pieces, and the rest of tavern- blood. Its look wasn't as horrid as it could have been, but it did slightly drain the dark colour from her cheeks. She kept a hand along the better half of her face, covering her nose and her mouth as she stepped into the apparent war zone, ready to fix the place she worked in. With a mumble, she spoke through her fingers to Terra, "Are there gloves?"
Syrenia nods, her trademark smile, still not present. "So I can see." Kneeling down, the woman picks up a toe that has been ripped from something. She looks at it for a moment before dropping it to the floor once more. As she dusts her hands, she speaks towards Terra. "You know, I am not busy right now. Perhaps I could help straighten things."
Terra held bare hands up for Rasja to see. "Not at the moment, I'm afraid. I didn't think to bring some from the clinic." An apologetic smile was given towards the female but there was nothing else to be offered. "Best of luck."
Terra said nothing and simply tossed a recently sprayed rag to Syrenia and Zeba who seemed to want to help restore the place. "It would be appreciated." The humour had faded leaving a tight-lipped grimace at the current development. Scribe was met with silence for a moment before Terra took the approriate steps towards him, a arm being kicked out of the way in the process. "A vampire got hungry," It was a hushed explanation as not to frighten potential customers. "A rare thing, really." So Terra didn't really know if it was rarity or not, but her source of employeement came from this place, she'd be damned if a hungry undead ruined that.
Zeba takes the rag and starts to scrub a spot on the wall clean, in his mind he can't help but think, ' This was caused by a hungry vampire? I never want to meet a starving one then.'
Rasja truly would have stuck her tongue out at the woman for lack of a better thing to do- but on these circumstances, it was best not to do such a thing. Her brow could be seen furrowing, helping to portray her displeasure. Such a thing was hard, and she walked, briskly even, towards the counter, eyes squinting ever so slightly as if to hold back on retching. A sleeve was pulled off from her recent attire, and quickly wrapped about that portion of her face, the hand once covered. A ribbon, whipped out from her skirt's hold and was therein laced along her hair, holding it up and out of view. A hand extended towards Terra, and a thumbs up was made in quiet recognition- she glad to help get this place cleaned.
Scribe blinked. Hard. "...V...V...Vampire?! I thought they were extinct?! I haven't heard of a V... oh jeez, I need to sit down." To which the man would do so on a chair sized portion of a torso, which would give a horrific squish, at which the meekish man would give a high pitched squeal and jump away.
Syrenia catches the rag, though her focus is still on the scattered bodies. She mumbles under her breath while raising an eyebrow. "I've never made such a mess." She makes her way to the stickey bar. "Have we bags, or boxes to dispose of things properly?"
Syrenia turns briefly to look at the screaming man. A smirk is seen as she directs her next comment towards him. "Extinct? Really? You must not reside within this area."
Terra dipped her head ever so slightly at Rasja's silent communication before that honey-hued mess of curls was tied back and pinned with the obsidian pins often kept there. A harsh bite on bottom lip stifled the snicker at Scribe's overzealous behaviour, a rag then being offered towards him should he opt to stay and assist. Sparing a quick glance in search of something to use at Syrenia's request, she could only sigh. The door to the tavern was propped open, a foot being wedged beneath it to keep it that way. "We'll toss them out and set them ablaze?" A suggestion of a way to rid the parts for good. "It'll serve as a psuedo burial for those lost."
Scribe straightened himself, looking at the corpse, shuddering. "...Rightly so, it would appear."
Zeba had manged to get the pile of blood on the wall he was working on clean in about two minutes, going to the next spot the spellblade mutters, " You'll see a vampire nearly everywhere you look, no matter the time of day." Then the human drew out another rag so he could work faster.
Scribe accepted the rag, looking at it a moment. There appeared to be the remains of a person's iris on it. "...Ehe..." He muttered under his breath, just stepping to the wall to attempt to raise some gray matter from the wood work.
Syrenia simply smiles to herself, listening to the conversation concerning her kind. Kneeling once more, she turns her head slightly to the side as she begins to gather stray body parts. With a grunt, she takes them to the poor and tosses them into a pile.
Rasja mumbles out from beneath her makeshift mask at Terra's recent idea, "It'd smell, especially if we did it right outside." She too leans in, delicately grabbing a towel off the top; all before clutching it close in hand.
Syrenia turns to Rasja as she continues the cleanup. "The smell will only be temporary, and it will be nothing compared to the smell that plagued this city not too long ago. Worry not."
Terra tapped a blood speckled finger to chin in thought at Rasja's comment, noting she's right. "Well, they'll still need to be taken outside. I'll get a team together and we'll bury them in a mass grave... The bonfire will simply be used as a way to lure more patrons to the place. It's sure to take a hit after work gets out about this." A sweeping gesture indicated the bloodied establishment.
Scribe stood, rubbing his forehead. "...Isn't there a hole to the east of here? I just passed it on my way, I'm sure it would make a decent burial ground. Certainly you've a dead cart, yes?"
Rasja said to Scribe, "If not, we can surely make one."
Scribe shuddered at the sight of someone's nasal cavity imbedded in a cross beam. "...Does anyone have a bath I could use... I feel I may be ill...
Zeba ussing two rags had managed to clean one foot of blood off the wall right of the door. Instead of saying anything he continues to work.
Syrenia hoists another load of "spare parts" out the door. Looking down at the stains on her dress, she grumbles. "I do wish I had changed first. These stains will never come out."
Terra pointed towards the door desperately, gently reaching to cup Scribe's elbow and lead him that way... The last thing the clean-up crew needed was a man's sick. "Out! Please, out!"
Scribe exits north.
Scribe shouted, "Horrific vomitting noises ensue!"
Scribe appears from the north.
Zeba said, "I wish I didn't hear that..."
Terra seemed to sigh with relief at Scribe's departure only to cringe when the noises followed suit. At his reapperance a wet, clean rag was waiting and offered to him. "You don't have to stay." It wasn't for his own health but Terra's; there was only so much vomit the elfess could handle in the day. "We'll manage."
Syrenia closes her eyes and scrunches her nose up once more at the sound of the man being sick. ".... oh heavens....."
Terra offered the rag to no-one and went about her way which consisted of pouring a bottle of the cleaner into a bowl, discarding the bottle itself. A rag was gently dabbled into the mixture and then lay atop the bar where Terra proceeded to scrub the former life-source away.
Zeba now had manged to get about 5 by 3 feet of blood off the wall that was right of the door. " Two rags work much better."
Scribe shouted, "Oh god, why won't it stop!?" he said as more vomit gushed. "Gyah!"
Terra would pause in effort to smile towards the work Zeba had accomplished. "Very much so. Thank you."
Rasja takes the bottle of cleaner in her other hand, spraying this way and that along the surfaces. Boots quickly pad along the ground, all the while dodging scattered bits and pieces. The bottle is placed along the table, and she moves to the closet, procuring a bucket from the back. It is placed along a cleaner section of the ground, and she unfolds the towel, spreading it out evenly about both hands. Her nose curled from the horrid sounds outside, and she began to pick up those mangled and broken body parts - with the towel, of course - and depositing them in the bucket she brought.
Zeba said to you, "I'd be able to do more but I don't know what the charms here would do if I tried my magic."
Bernie offers a raised brow to Terra post his eyes tracing over the maelstrom of blood. He chuckles to himself and looks to Zeba, "Must've been that time of the month, eh?"
Terra, despite herself, laughed at Bernie's comment and soon after attempted to kick him since their positions were near enough at the bar. "Be careful what you say, will ya?" A small smile is still present as she shakes her head at Zeba. "Nothing. We've placed a magical barrier about the area, sorry."
Syrenia picks up a large man's arm and throws it out the door, hoping that she didn't hit the vomiting man outside. "If whoever did this is married....I'd hate to be the woman who has to clean up after him."
Bernie 's reflexes are fast enough to snatch up Terra's leg between his own and pull her in towards him, where well-toned arms lock around her, "So...Did we end up scheduling the wedding, yet?"
Terra was sorely tempted to swat Bernie with the wet rag but refrained, instead pressing against him to transfer the blood from herself to him. "How about after you help me clean this place up?"
Zeba tries to make a third rag float and managed to, though is having to use twice the mana he normally would. Now the spellblade had three rags to clean with and went to work again.
Bernie binding Terra tightly in his embrace, he looks back to Zeba, "You may dare if you like, good sir."
Kyana pushes past the front door of the tavern finding the outside a nasty view today. Finding the inside not much better the albino sighed and made her way over to her normal seat, steping carefulling to avoid the body parts. Once to her seat she cleared away unwated body parts and took a seat.
Bernie sighs softly, offering his best of malcontent looks to Terra. Sarcasm dripping from his next words as he releases her and turns his hands to wipe away the newly aquired blood stains from his frame, "I thought you'd never ask..."
Zeba again tries to make another rage work forhim but fails so he makes the floating rag clean the roof while he fixed up the wall.
Terra glanced at her own clothing to find that while she succeeded in giving him some of the mess, she had smeared it even moreso. "Dammit," The profanity said on a sigh before the rag was pressed to the counter again, wayward glance given to Bernie as she worked. "So, stranger, been awhile since I've seen you. Out causing a ruckus then?"
Syrenia shakes her head with a disappointed sigh as she briefly looks around at what she has accomplished. Though most of the larger torsos and parts were clear, there were still many smaller, stickier appendages and pieces lying around. She goes to search for a broom to make the clean up easier.
Rasja continues to pick up the bits, flinging them towards the bucket, most entered cleanly, and the towel she was holding to do such work, was becoming a bit dirty. The other parts that didn't make it ended up being dashed across some other portion of the tavern- the dismembered, blood encrusted leg, however, was tossed in a direction towards Kyana, aimed to hit her face or land in her lap.
Zeba sighs as this would be so much easier if he could use all his magic powers on the wall.
Kyana blinks very slowly as something landed in her lap. Slowly aiming her gaze down towards her lap the female found to no surprise a body part, a leg to be exact. Taking the leg from her lap and a towel from her bag she placed first the towel down on the floor then stood the leg upright. Snapping her fingers a wave of magic rushed into the leg sending it with the towel under it across the floor to clean whatever it possibly could.
Rasja points to the closet in the back, "Cleaning tools are situated there."
Bernie grabs the rag and proceedes to follow his eyes to the least messy of areas, cautiously approaching the drained fluids and making small, gentle circles around the pools, soaking up as much as he can, though doing more to spread it around than anything as he responds, "Ruckus? Why would you accuse me of such? Asside from the fact that ruckus was my mother's maiden name, I have no ties to any forms of ruckus."
Terra was oblivious to the other going-on's of the place, such as tossed legs and the like, concentrated solely on the task at hand which was bringing that top to its former shine. A slight chuckle would follow the jest made by Bernie, occasionaly wide circles made to pick up what he left behind. "Oh, I would never accuse you of all people of such a horrible thing. I meant to ask about all the children you've saved and all the other good deeds you've done as of late."
Bernie said to Kyana, "Real magic, at least, isn't allowed. Fake magic is perfectly acceptable
Syrenia nods to Rasja as she moves to the closet where the cleaning tools are located. Grabbing out a broom, she begins to sweep what doesn't stick.
Hetarno nods "i must go very soon but i shall be on later." Hetarno grabs a hand full of rags and starts cleaning up the mess. "what exactly am i cleaning?"
Zeba watches as the rag falls down from cleaning the roof. " Damn these charms are strong, even with the two mana stones I have I don't have enough power to hold my spells for long."
Zeba said to Rasja, "Where is a ladder? I can't reach any high on the wall I was cleaning"
Rasja has been hit with a leg, she stumbles a tiny squeal escaping before.. carefully bringing the appendage over to her bucket and dropping it there.
Rasja said to Zeba, "Closet, " points to the closet in the back, "That one."
Kyana sighing some the female took in a deep breath. Bones bended and mended themselves as she, with a natural ability to, changed into a dragon no bigger than a kitten. One would think it a baby without knowing it was fully grown. The bitty blue one flew over and landed upon Zeba's shoulder.
Zeba goes into the closet and find the ladder, using the odd squeezy tool Hetarno had given him the Spellblade scrubbed again, " It works better then a rag, but not by much." The human then uses the extra rag he had and cleans right above where he started cleaning.