Franklin
**Shanty tavern. It's in the name really, this tavern is usually very lively. Citizens come here after a long day of work to experience the livelihood of the drunken sailors who pester the band playing there. The beer and soup was gorgeously made by the sea chef who lost an arm and a leg to a "Hydra." Nobody would believe them though of course, who's seem them? No one. Either way it's never a dull day in the Shanty Tavern.** 

**HOWEVER, today was especially gloomy... A storm was raging on the outside. Sailors and villagers were in their homes around a warm fireplace, very few people sat in the tavern today. It was dead silent.**
Harold
Through the rain he trekked, grumbling to himself. The basilisk slithered next to him for a snake of it's size it moved quite fast, it was the size of a school bus are almost reached around 40 feet in length. Viktor spotted the tavern, a beer or two couldn't hurt. Besides it looked as if no one were there. The door creaked open, Viktors shadow stood there as he entered in and sat himself at the bar. Surprisingly enough there was no bartender or chef today, so Viktor took the liberty of serving himself. His lengthy arm reached out to a bottle of bourbon that sat comfortably on the shelf. "What a day.." He mumbled to himself as he looked at the Bourbon's label.
Sally
```It Could Be A Warm Storm```

*The day became night when the rains fell on the port city of Kazumaki in contrast to where he left off from Celestia, but to be fair... He was already expecting the clouds on the East... Although he was nothing short of slightly pissed off when the rain fell hard on him here.*

*Great, he got away just to be hit with the storm... Should've just went to Kahlo instead.*

*Anyways, he was just walking around the port which hosted quite a district of bars and taverns which combined the smell of the alcohol, the sea air, the sailors, fish, spices, and maybe a hint of blood and a healthy dash of all sorts of... He can only define as... An assortment of bodily products. It's disgusting.*

*But at least the sailors offer quite delectable sizes so to speak... And he's quite exempt from natural disease. Then again... Sailor hygiene has significantly improved these past 1000 years. Thank god.*

*Anyways, with the snake napping soundly coiled around him, hissing slightly happily from the rain... He rushed to the next tavern he sees.*

*An empty one. Save for the sound of some bugs... Rats... And someone. Oh well.*

*The eternal warlock walked around the premises, his wet steps, and the tapping drops from his hair, resound across the floor before he sat down and waited for the barkeep.*

*Right beside Viktor Koslov.*

"....... That was a basilisk outside this tavern..."

*He mumbled out in sudden realization.*
Harold
The basilisk sat nice and snug outside, it enjoyed the rain greatly. Besides it got all the blood, mud, and sticks out of it's scales. It was almost like a free bath for him, less work for Viktor that was one thing for sure.

The Shanty Tavern is hundreds of years old, it creaked horribly when a strong gust of wind went past it. In the silence not much could be heard except for the soft tapping of water from the roof and the whistles of the wind. The tavern stank of ocean and whisky, there were a few bloodstains here and there from fights long ago. 

Viktor didn't turn his head when he heard the door open, when the person sat right next to him he directed his eyes slowly over to him. A side glance if you will, he felt like he's seen or heard about this guy at some point. He poured himself a glass of bourbon and then gently placed the bottle down, it sat between the two warlocks. 

Viktor turned his head to see if the basilisk was still there, indeed it was. Having the time of its life in the rain
Sally
*Michael took the bottle next to him and poured himself a drink as he wondered why there aren't any people around. Is it because of the huge snake outside???*

*There's not even a bartender or a cook in sight. Is this place even open???*

*He turned to the person that served as his only company in this unusually lonely place. And he's also unusually tall. Very tall. Even from his sitting height, he has to look up just to get a view of his face.*

*Very tall warlock. Very old-dressed (?) warlock. With a huge snake outside... Stretchyyyyy... Warlock. Cute.*

*He was also giving him the casual stare as he sipped on his drink... Which gently disturbed the serpent into slowly waking up, making some small hisses and some yawning.*

*Wait... What was he thinking just now???*
Greg
I love ur writing sm andnjdsjake its sm fun to read and it rlly displays michaels character i love it  {]
Harold
Viktor blinked slowly as he stared into the wooden island which the bourbon glass sat upon, a weird hunch he had, but he felt like the other warlock who sat next to him was staring?.. No that's creepy. Viktor's eye's trailed over to the person who sat next to him, as he looked at the warlock quite a few thoughts ran through his mind. The number one being, 

"*He looks increrdibly young to be at a bar-*" 

His fingers tapped softly on the bar as he continued to stare at the warlock who sat next to him, the stare was.. Menacing. But he had no menacing intent to it, he was simply observing the other. A few minutes passed and the door practically burst down as the humongous basilisk came crashing through. It's long lengthy body slithering in and winding around the bar tables, crushing a few even. The basilisk wore a blindfold, most likely for safety purposes. 

Viktor directed his attention away from the bourbon and stranger who sat next to him and to the snake, his personality changing immediately as he began to pet the creature that rested itself between the two warlocks.
Sally
*Michael would eventually gently remove the serpent around him and set him on the table as it shook itself awake and he patted his familiar on the head. The serpent stared at his master emptily for a long moment, making Michael feel warm as he rarely had moments like this with his familiar, before it practically leapt off the table and wandered around the tavern, quickly slithering about to find something to eat.*

*So that disappointed Michael a bit. He could feel, if that snake had a more mischievous mood, it would've leapt at his face and chomped on him. But instead he gave him the deliberate cold shoulder. And that was when the basilisk entered the room moments later.*

*Michael would watch the Basilisk settle itself between the two of them as he looked at the mess the serpent left behind and with a gentle wave of his hand, he knit the broken tables back together.*

*He took another drink.*

"It's sad that these serpents have the most beautiful eyes only to have to hide it from the world."

*If he was thinking the man was too young to be here earlier. Perhaps his tone would dissuade him otherwise. One can't question just how old is the other, but the way this man spoke sounded a bit ancient so to speak.*

*He conjured pen and paper to existence as he started sketching the basilisk.*

"Regardless... It is a beautiful serpent. I'd say he would molt soon. And in that... He will grow even larger... Hungrier."
Harold
He watched the small white serpent leap off from the stranger and dart around the tavern. Sighing softly he raised the glass to his lips and took a small sip before placing it back down. Viktor looked back to the basilisk that had comfortably nestled itself between the two warlocks. He scratched the Basilisk's neck softly as he responded to the stranger who sat next to him, 

"It truly is a shame.. And he is growing slowly yeah. He's still a baby."

It's snout pushed against the bar, no longer than a few seconds passed and the basilisk rose its head and practically crushed the bars island. Glass crashed to the floor and alcohol spilled about, the basilisk nestled it's head comfortably in the rubble it's created. 

Viktor pursed his lips together as he stared at the basilisk, the bar table had been destroyed and all that was left were the seats. He turned his head to the stranger, 

"I apologize for the mess- she likes doing this. It's fun for her but damn the prices I have to pay. But she is just a kid so.. It's all fine." 

He had a thick accent, right off the bat you could tell he's russian. If it wasn't the alcohol addiction or just general build then the accent was certainly there.
Sally
"This place has stood for quite a long while. You can see it on the aging woodwork... I'm sure the sailors won't take kindly to the mess. You should shrink the basilisk if just for the sake of moving her around you easier."

*He would reach out to the basilisk and gently and slowly placed his palm to the young serpent's snout, and with a gentle dark purple glow... He moved the massive creature ever so slightly away from the rubble gently and peacefully, just so she will be out of the way.*

*He was like an adult gently nudging a child to a direction. He had these problems before with gigantic serpents and his own familiar... What most people don't realize is they can be docile creatures if communicated with reasonably.*

"Hmmmm..."

*He flicked his fingers again, casting the same spell he used to fix the trail of broken tables that the basilisk left in its wake. And just as he fixed the damages Viktor's familiar made in the tavern...*

*...... The serpent wyrm would wander back to their direction, carrying a dead, stray cat in its mouth, to drop at Michael's feet just to annoy him before eating his prize.*

*And that's when he saw... The blindfolded 40 foot serpent that joined the two warlocks.*

*The serpent's world stopped as it gazed to his reptilian relative, eyes slitted in curiosity, and a muffled hissing from the snout being occupied with a cat, and his tail was swishing slowly as he fixated on the serpent.*

*This serpent is currently processing his emotions right now.*

"Well... I think your basilisk has broken my serpent wyrm."

*Michael chuckled as he picked up his pen and paper scattered earlier and continued his sketching. Even more inspired to immortalise this encounter between two serpents on his paper.*
Greg
SORRYY IVE BEEN BUSY W EXQMS

WHEN IM BACK FROM SCHOOLS ILL RESPOND ]]
Harold
*When Michael put his hand on the basilisks snout it turned its head slowly. It almost seemed offended when Michael fixed it's "Pillow" Of wood shards and torn alcohol stained log. It snorted harshly before turning its head and discovering the white wyrm.* 

*The basilisk stared at the small wyrm through the maroon blindfold. It lowered its head to the wyrm, inspecting it almost. Gently nudging it every now and then to see if it was alive even though it clearly was alive and moving around. At the end of the gigantic serpent it's tail curled around a couple of chairs, the chairs could be heard creaking around. It was certainly interested in the small pale wyrm, it was almost alien-like to it.* 

*Viktor smiled softly as he watched his basilisk curiously inspect the small snake. Almost like a big puppy inspecting a kitten, size comparison wise.* "This is the first time I've seen her try to not eat another persons familiar.. As for shrinking she gets horribly discomforted. Believe me it's easier to deal with her when she isnt shrunken for stealth missions.." *Viktor said softly as he scratched the basilisk's neck gently. He reached his arm to tighten the blindfold, he did this as a safety precaution.*
Sally
*The basilisk would soon find the tiny snake gaping his mouth open and dropped the cat he was holding before Michael lost focus on maintaining the serpent's size for a second and immediately grew back to its original form which was quite as large as the basilisk but he still continued to stay there, shivering this time however, while laying flat on the ground before moving slowly up and inching closer to the blindfolded one.*

*Michael was pleased at the picture he has drawn of this moment... But it did irked him a bit seeing his familiar like this and so... With a roll of his eyes, he sprayed whisks of water to the snake, breaking the serpent out of his own self-trance and closed its eyes, shielding himself away from the water as it hissed back at Michael very annoyed.*

"Absolutely not!!!"

*This time the serpent retorted with a snappy hiss back at Michael.*

"Two things are going to happen. One, you're going to snap back at the basilisk and I can't have that or you're gonna mate with her and I DEFINITELY WILL NOT HAVE THAT. You will not bone with this man's serpent."

*Well... There's the mystery of the mysterious freezing of the serpent wyrm. It either wanted to take a bite at the basilisk offensively or otherwise. Michael can't believe it... Absolutely infatuated with a basilisk he just met.*

*Although even with those words, Slither chose to ignore Michael's ranting and silently hissed back with a seemingly off-handed remark of something something about Michael being a slut and how dare he lecture him on this when he's not exactly practicing the best of virtue in terms of this kind of stuff.*

"What did—"

*He sighed as he looked back at Viktor, his composure broken and his personality definitely slightly departed from his very mysterious aura earlier.*

"Well... The same miracle seems to not apply to this one. Even if it was..."

*He shivered slightly at the thought. It's not like he's against the whole thing, but they're going to make a WHOLE MESS in this place if that happens.*

*He could care less if they got themselves a room.*

*Nevertheless, the serpent resumed his docile position laying flat on the floor and staring up at the basilisk, eyes wide curious.*

*For all their credit, the serpent wyrm hasn't seen someone of his own kind for quite a long while now, so it stands to reason there are some emotional and primal behind the whole thing. Whatever it was.*
Tammy
Your response is great lol
Greg
IWRUAHAHAH DID IT CALL MICHAEL A SLUT LMAO NO WAY  ]]

SOBBING IM SO SORRY HI I PASSED OUT LAST NIGHT  []
Harold
The basilisk seemed to stared at Michael with a curious intent, of course it's trance immediately disappeared and focused on the white serpent that seemed to sassily converse with Michael. It rested its head on one of the bar stools, almost as if it wished to be apart of the conversation. As soon as it ended it immediately lowered its head back onto the floor, the weight of it's body shook the other chairs and tables as it finally got comfortable between the chair stools. 

Viktor raised an eyebrow upon Michaels almost heated conversation with his familiar, it would be amusing if it didn't regard his own familiar in the conversation. He eyed Michael up and down, a bit judgingly before a slight smile appeared. "It's no worry. I sometimes have these conversations with my own serpent. She is uhm.. Unfortunately banned from many shops in Kazumaki as she attempted to eat one too many shopkeepers. I can't even say how many bills I had to pay, of course this was when she was a younger serpent.. She's more mature now." He said as he took a swig of the vodka

His familiar was completely mesmerized by seeing one of it's own, but well... It couldn't exactly see. The blindfold restricted it from seeing most of the time so it's had to rely on most of its other senses. Especially hearing, just from the way the serpent moved across the floor it was easy enough to tell it was a serpent. It nudged the serpent gently, to get an idea of how big it was. It snapped its jaws at Michael, of course not directly but enough in his direction. 

Viktor gently kicked the basilisk, not enough to hurt it but enough to gain its attention. It swerved its head over to Viktor, he shook his head with a disappointing glare on his face. The basilisk lay its head back on the floor, bored.
Sally
"Well at least the basilisk has the decency to bite air. This sweet summer boy loves to actually bite other people and call it affection."

*He sighed again as he looked at the two serpents especially his own as he gave him a gentle smile. They have their squabbles and arguments but they are a part of each other regardless.*

"But he learns... No matter how slow it may be."

*The serpent wyrm would move closer to the basilisk and offer it his hunt earlier, pushing it slowly towards her in an attempt for friendship which Michael noted.*

"Now that's just a bit sappy... Oh where are my manners??? I am Michael. What's yours if you don't mind me asking???"
Greg
NOO ITS OK I WAS GONE FOR LITERAL MONTHS 😭]]
Harold
"Hmm well maybe they'll learn a thing or two from one another.." 

*It took the basilisk quite a while to process what the serpent was offering. She snuffed her head forward, bumping into the serpent softly and then realizing its offering. The basilisk eagerly accepted the hunt, she rested her head on it and a low accepting hiss came from her. She seemed to be quite content with a newfound friend, Viktor smiled as he watched the serpents engage.* 

*He turned his head to Michael with a small eyebrow raised as he nodded, taking note of the name.* "No it's quite alright.. It's Viktor. Viktor Koslov." *He murmured his response, typically he would show his hand out for a handshake in more professional settings. However, this was not one of them and he himself was surprised he was even socializing with this newfound acquaintance.*
Sally
"Well met then."

*He simply answered as he poured himself another drink.*

"This is going to be quite a long storm. If only there was food around. I do not understand though. If there is no one to serve in this bar. Why is this place left open???"

*He inquired.*

"...... Or are we in the remnants of a once great tavern... Cleaning off the alcohol that remained here, untouched but full of memories in the past???"