Florencia
A generic night at the tavern yeah? She was having some fun outside, searching for another place to take a nap and get a drink. She hasn't had some alcohol in... Don't know... 2 days? She was in desperate need of something that gets her drunk. But of course, knowing her, she probably has some innate skill that allows her to sniff out the alcohol. Strange, would have reckoned she had a hard time smelling in all the armour. 

It wasn't smelling by the way, it was actually just her looking around for the words, Tavern, Inn, or Bar. God forbid... A bar. That was a place that a lot of unsavoury men go to when they need to cool down their log. Poor girl, she probably just wants to be left alone for a while. 

She approached the door, pushing on it. She looked confused, a person piping up from behind her. 

```"It's a pull door. Try pulling"```

To which she replied in the... Nicest way she can. It is honestly difficult. She was still extremely scary with her visor down... It gave her that mysterious... Evil aura that seemed to stop at 30ft away. Strange. It's as if there is a dome that just suddenly stops her aura! 

"That's th' bloody plan pal! Whit did ye think ah wis aff tae dae? Pull th' pumpin' door fae doon tae up? Dae ye tak' me as an eejit?"

Poor man probably has never heard someone speak like that... They promptly stepped away and the girl walked into the tavern/inn. She ordered a beer and sat off to the corner, taking off her helmet and allowing her hair to just hand. That beautiful golden hair... And her beautiful blue eyes. Sad that she always has that... Dead... Cold... Look to her
Randy
Momo already had been leaning on the tavern wall. He had strategically set himself up near good lighting, sipping away at his drink patiently waiting... Oh waiting for what? For men to hit on him! What is this? Where are all the men?! Aren't they suppose to approach cute, pretty... People?! This is *Nothing* Like how people said it be. 

Momo had heard that men at a tavern will fawn all over you, throw themselves to your feet and lick your boots. *The lies!* He'd been wearing his regular outfit, while it isn't the most the *Highest* Of fashion it's still cute! And he couldn't hold this posture forever. The way he stood made it so he would look utmost appealing. The crinoline for his dress would not let him sit... Oh gosh please please please some dashing young man offer Momo a drink and a seat. *Oh crap. Momo needed to not have a drink.*

He made his way to the bar to, uh, return the drink. Loud commotion was heard nearby the dooryway but Momo was too focused on trying to walk elegantly he didn't pay attention to the blabber. Although what he did figure out was just another loud person strutting into the tavern. *Great.* When he finally made it to the bar, slowly by the way, a heavily armoured figure had walked past him. *God what kind of short boy compensates with that armour-*

A beautiful macen was revealed and Momo's jaw dropped... With deep rooted *Jealousy. Oh crap he dropped his drink too.*
Florencia
She somewhat slid past the boy. Probably accidentally hitting shoulders with him. You see, she was carrying a lot... 55lbs was just her armour. Didn't account for her COOL cape and COOL SIDE BAG! They were C O O L. No but seriously, her cape was really cool looking... It sort of waved behind her like an army of carpets. Carpets are strange. Why did she think of carpets? Does she have a carpet fetish? No... She just... Really likes carpets. They feel good on her skin... The way they are so soft... Especially the new carpets made from the finest wools... Yeah she is a strange person 

She found herself sat down in the corner, drinking her beer. Unlike practically... All of my characters, she can actually hold her alcohol! Hold as in... No passing out on half a pint of basically water, but actually passing out on... The 5th pint of basically water but with 5x more alcohol, bringing it to 12%! She's amazing I know. She even thinks she is amazing. In reality... She was actually really light weight.

Light weight physically and light weight when it came to alcohol. 

As she drank, she found her eyes... Trailing up to the boy, which she thought was actually a girl. What a pretty girl! She was once like him her. The bad days when she was still a house wife to some rich not-midget. Not a good time. In fact, she was specifically raised and bred —yes, she was specifically bred from two desirable people— to be 'attractive' in her owner's eyes. Little did the poor man know, she also inherited some magic! As he slept, she... Made sure he couldn't move for a prolonged period of time with quick sand and... A few books. Lets just say the quick sand actually did all the work. 

"Whit an bonnie wee lassie? Brassic me wishes ah cuid be lik' that again. Then again... Dinnae wantae hae tae deal wi' perverted pricks wha ainlie waant an airmie o' cute girls as thare servant."

She whispered to herself... She didn't want to terrify the poor boy girl. Seems like she did when the boy girl dropped his her drink. She looked away as to... Not gather attention to herself.
Randy
*Oh crap oh crap oh crap.* Momo dropped his drink after being absolutely stunned. The bartender is looking at him with disappointed eyes, *Oh no.* In a panic, Momo uses the sleeves of his dress to wipe the mess-**Wait why is he use the freaking sleeves of his dress to clean the mess?** "Oh god, I'm so so sorry." He apologies under his breath. The bartender scoffs indifferently and motions Momo to step aside as he cleans up the mess himself. Momo obliges, and the bartender thankfully hands Momo a dry yet slightly dirty cloth. "...Thank you."
Momo wipes away at his sleeves although they are now a tad blackened. He sighs, *Why is everything such a mess?* Then he remember why! He snapped back to turn to the beautiful macen who Momo had seen turned away!
Why would she turn away? Perhaps common sense says that she had turned away to mind her own business. But for Momo, *Everything was his business.* Did this gorgeous girl turn away from Momo... As a challenge?!
*Oh by the pantheons Momo has heard of this.* This is his first **Cat fight at a bar!** This is a cat fight right? Is this how challenging each other to a duel of beauty works?!
Momo was starting to panic! How can he compete with that? Alright he needs analyze his opponent. That cape... What kind of fabric I that? Why did it flow so perfectly from her armour and match her hair? *Oh no this is making things worse!* 
Momo had to make the first move while she wasn't paying attention. Number one rule of a fight: get a sucker punch in. Taking a second compose himself, he walked over to the macen to give him a piece of his mind! He tried his best to keep his chest high and when reaching the corner, he puffed up his chest, taking in a large breath in before saying, "H-, I-" Momo began to mumble. "Uh, well... I am Momo Chabashira!" Momo declared confidently crossing his arms with a grin!
*AHA, Momo got the first introduction in. A killer move! She must be intimidated now!*
Florencia
In reality... She just didn't want to be associated with the mess that just occurred at the door. She silently sipped her drink as the ||boy|| girl was having issues in ||his|| her side. Ah yes... Having fun they are. Cleaning up their mess they are. Why did she suddenly turn into yoda? What is going on in her head? She is most definitely clinically insane at this point. She didn't want a fight... She just wanted to have a drink. 

She had some excess weight on her, taking off her sword... Placing it on the table with an audible s l a m . Everyone looked at her in... Sheer... Well, terror! Was it because of her threatening aura? Or was it because she just put her sword on the table like she was about to slice someone's head off. Either way, her Sword was on the table! So was her helmet! It looked rather expensive. A full coverage steel sallet... Super high quality too! 

Seems like the ||boy|| girl was approaching. Ara ara? A challenger. She looked at the ||boy|| girl with the look of a person with a purely frozen heart. Honestly... This was the kindest look she could give. She even gave ||him|| her a smile! That isn't a smile Ísfríðr... That's a look of 'I'm gonna murder you in your sleep tonight'

"Hmmm? Th' lassie approaches? Errrr... Awright? A'm ísfríðr?"

She most definitely sounded confused. Like... Dead pan confused. Didn't match her look. Oh look! It lightened up. Maybe she was terrifying when she was focusing on looking nice... That happens sometimes y'know?
Randy
Momo shuddered as the sword **Slammed**. Taken off guard, he would not be ready for when then macen turned back to look at him...**It was as if the pressure from a waterfall began to push down on him. Or how'd he imagine a Gorgon staring directly at you**. What was this menacing aura? Why did Momo feel so intimidated? 
Then the final blow, she started to speak! *The... Lassy approaches? Alright? I am... Is a feared!?*
The consecutive combos of moves! The higher quality equipment, the luscious hair, her eyes, her beauty, her intimidating aura! Momo had to... Admit defeat.
Momo nervously began to twinkle with his hair and play with his fingers. *What should he do now?* The woman basically just introduced herself as fear incarnate? *This was more intense than Momo thought.*
Momo skin began to itch with irritation as he turned red. He averted his own eyes, which immediately latched onto ísfríðr's shining helmet. It was clearly made of the highest quality, this macen had everything! 
He needed to ease his tension, he had to say something to break the ice. He lowered his head in defeat and mumbled the first thought that popped in his head, "...Um, where'd you get your armour and stuff?" *Oh god why'd he phrase it like that? Well actually Momo was indeed interested. ísfríðr armor is excellent and not to mention aesthetically pleasing! He might need a blacksmith like that, *You'll need to look good while bashing your enemies.* But would someone with as much prestigious as ísfríðr and an aura of a death knight really help Momo?
Florencia
Good lord this ||boy|| girl was a mess! ||He|| She is even turning into a waterfall! Amusing! She used to bathe in waterfalls. It tends to cover her from the prying eyes of perverted and unsavoury men! That and gave her a nice morning wash and wake-up to keep her awake! She isn't a morning person... In fact, she'd rather stay up all night and sleep through the day than just sleep normally and wake up in the morning. Probably something she had to do in her work as a slave back in the old days. 

She was practically fear incarnate! She liked that name... If she got called that. She should get a business card! It would look something like Name: Ísfríðr Veiðimaðr. Occupation: The Literal Definition of Fear. Number: You don't want to dial up Satan... He be my bro and secretary. Yeah... She is really weird. She is also extremely creative in her brain! 

She tilted her head, the ||boy|| girl was flustered? Why? Maybe she scared ||him|| her like she always does to anyone new. No one stayed with her long enough to know her nice side... She can really get affectionate y'know? Sad Ísfríðr sounds... She will always be known as 'That one girl that is literally the Definition of fear.' 

"Borrowed it fae a corpse. Th' brassic jimmy didnae need it anymair. He wis practically turning tae stoor 'n' ah didnae waant ony rid stains oan it"

This honestly was probably scarier than it was. In reality, she was actually just saying (Don't click if you don't wanna know) ||I just got it from an old man. He didn't need it anymore and he didn't want his blood on it.|| Misunderstandings will always be amazing with her.
Randy
Did Ísfríðr just say fae corpse? Momo instinctively covered his elf ears with his pigtails. The classic Jimmy didn't need it anymore? The armor? He was practicing turning the store around and didn't want any red stains on it?
The accent was quite heavy for Momo to understand. Although he still tried his best to match the Ísfríðr's lingo! From what he understood, it was gift from a man's store who has been closing down? And it was considered undesirable because of its red stains? Well that's unreasonable to give away such good armour just cause of stains. It was probably a gift out of good faith. 
"Umm...", still holding down his pigtails to cover the sides of his face, "Well I mean stains aren't so bad. Is it like that saying where scars have a story? So it's like that with stains." Momo looked down to his sleeves. "Actually on second thought no stains are ugly. *Wait I'm not saying your armour is ugly,* It's beautiful, you're beautiful-" Momo needed to stop. Momo tugged on his hair to help distract him from talking. He needed to change the subject. He backtracked his thoughts... Oh yeah. "Miss Fear, why do you need all this armour?" Momo asked out of genuine curiosity. She was beautiful and honestly her menacing presence didn't need armour to protect her. If Momo was her enemy, he'd run the other way!
Irma
~~11/10 rp was nice to watch~~
Florencia
With all the questions the ||boy|| girl was asking, she slowly went back to being uncomfortable... And her cold hard stare returned! So did the really scary aura! Like... Scary scary. Just pure dread... The Definition of bloody dread right there! Nothing worse than the manifestation of your worst fear getting more threatened. 

She stood up, looking up/down at the ||boy|| girl. She had her sword hooked onto her sword belt the girl turning away and walking towards the door... She stopped a few feet away.

"Sorry. A'm feelin' fair fauchelt. If yer curious, th' jimmy wis dying."

She said, leaving the scene and... Nothing else happened. Momo was free to do what ||he|| she wants... And Ísfríðr is now... Going to find a Momo free tavern to chill in. Maybe without nosy people asking a lot of questions. 

On her helmet goes and... Off this scary creature goes. Gosh... She was terrifying. The rust looking stains on her armour didn't help (dried blood on clothes looks like rust), and the res stains on her halberd's axe head also... Made her look more scary than she actually is. 

She was just... Slaughtering some pigs for a poor old lady who needed help to get some dinner. She just happened to be around.
Randy
"Oh wait I-" Momo didn't have a chance against Ísfríðr's dominating presence. All Momo could do was left there to be baffled. *What had just happened?* Of course, all eyes had been on Ísfríðr's as she left through the door. Momo shook his head and let out a frustrated grunt "Argh!!"
*Momo messed up again.* He stomped his way out of the tavern to go back to his inn. *Why does Momo always have to mess it up like this??* Okay, next time Momo goes to a tavern he is going to not be holding a drink. *And* Not talk to people first. All he has to do is stand there, look pretty, and they should come to him... Right?