McAnally's (The Community Pub) > The Bar
Regarding the chatroom
Garrat:
The saloon is the mode of the hellfire where both parties agree to engage in physicle combat or other competition. It would allow you to launch as many water baloons at me as you wish without upseting Dina, and whats more... {garrat vanishes from infront of cen and she hears a voice whisper in her ear] I wouldn't be able to pull any mysticle tricks on you
cenwolfgirl:
hum but i put my wepon away *as i vail my self and disapear* but if you want a fight i wont stop you
shades of grey:
Darnit.
If you take this to the bar I can't go.
*Pouts.*
Garrat:
A gust of wind lifts cen into the air ang sets her down on a rafter and a dense mist fills the air. a breeeze is fitfully changing direct ions and Cens ears ring with echoeing whispers. "Choose you battless", says one voice "know your aponent says another"
cenwolfgirl:
*voice in shades ear* i am still here just not where he can tuch me if he dose it will pass though me ;D
*blasting the voces with a sycic attack* i don't want to fight you Ga witch is why i am staying where i am
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