CIS CIVIL WAR - The Battle for Beverage Superiority [CIS+Allies]

[Paragon of Virtue]

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War has been raged.​

Mugs have been spilled.​

For too long, the wrong people have been thinking they were right.​

NO LONGER​

This is the battle to end all battles!​

Today, we shall let the blood decide:​

WHO IS RIGHT​

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Team Coffee will compose of all the characters who prefer drinking coffee to drinking tea.​

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Team Tea will compose of all the characters who prefer drinking tea to drinking coffee.​

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There is only one rule.​

LET NO DROP GO TO WASTE!​

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Ready​

Set​

FIGHT​

(spectators welcome, there's popcorn for everyone)​

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Spoiler

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[Vargr]

Coffee forever!

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Team: Spectator
Wearing: Clothes
Eating: Popcorn

Madalena… Did not know what she was doing there. Really. This entire war thing seemed… Rather silly. And a waste of everyone’s resources. Besides, it was very clear that neither team was superior.

To the Sithling’s eyes, tea was nothing but a cup of ruined water. Coffee… Was only marginally less worse.

She did not drink either, and did not understand why anyone would. Still, her life had taken a turn for the much better ever since she joined the pathfinders of the Knights Obsidian. She had a bunch of new friends, she was always out on missions, and… Well, then there were events like these.

Still, Madalena sat back in her chair and kicked her feet up. A bowl bigger than her head rested on her lap, filled with buttery salty popcorn. She’d heard rumours about some weird people in the core who preferred to have their popcorn with sugar. In Madalena’s opinion, those were the sort of people that deserved a public execution.

Waiting for the battlefield to start filling up, the curvaceous brunette tossed a handful of kernels into her mouth, looking around to see if anyone she already knew might show up, either as spectator or fighter.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Team: Pedro
Wearing: Leaving it to your imagination
Voting For: Pedro
Eating: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] 's popcorn.

Josh didn't know why he was here either, but it seemed entertaining enough and it was on his way. The Jedi Master would walk through the stands until he came upon his friend, Madalena. The Jedi would wave toward her casually as he would sit beside his friend. "Well, this looks... Interesting" Josh would comment, still unsure of what he was seeing. Coffee against tea. What a silly little waste of resources, but he supposed there was humour to be found in it.

The first thing he did was steal some of Madalena's popcorn and shovel it in his mouth.

 

[Jihun Kim]

The Battle for Beverages.

Cardinam had accepted all sorts of odd jobs from the Invisible Market, but this one was by far the strangest. This was truly a time of chaos, where conflicts could break out even over drug addicts' preferred vehicle for their caffeine fix.

C'est la vie.

The important thing was that someone was dishing out mad credits for this madness, and he couldn't say no to a fat payday. A man of culture himself, coffee was obviously the superior option. Tea was for those poor schmucks that couldn't brew a decent cup of joe (please see: Galidraan/Space England). However, today he had been contracted by said schmucks against the forces of Coffee. Go figure.

Cardinam and his partner were still in the staging area just outside the designated battlefield, calibrating their equipment. He didn't pay much attention to whatever his partner was packing, but the Seouliran himself was only loading up on non-lethal gear. Glop launchers, stun blasters, force pikes, etc. His employer may have screamed for blood as they gulped down their 17th cuppa for the day, but he didn't want to kill someone over something so trivial.

Some painful tazing would do.

[member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Astrale Cage"] [member="Eternal Flatulence"]

 

[Fiore]

The Battle for the…. Beverages?

Odd jobs. Fiore assumed she was done with them, but the life of a body guard to a precious princess was getting old. She abandoned her post leaving the girl in capable hands. She was over playing the good knight and following orders – it was time to return to her roots. At her core she was an assassin, a hired gun. It fell in line with her own vendetta.

Today though, she would not be hunting a target, she wouldn’t be igniting the sabers at her side – instead she was beating up people who liked Coffee. It was a curious job, but in the end, it meant credits. Her partner seemed busy with his own equipment – more complex than she would have liked, but to each their own. Instead, the Force Dead Elf, wore her basic leather armor and a pair of modified electric gauntlets, typically used for Shockboxing. The gloves looked like a pair of basic fingerless gloves, they were light weight like the Eldorai woman liked.

Her choice of beverage was neither coffee or tea, she quite enjoyed hot cocoa. Giving the air a jab and then a hook, she smirked towards her partner. “This should be annoyingly interesting. At least its decent pay.” Her ears bent downwards as she pondered their job, “It’s quite silly to be fighting over a drink, especially between the two choices – when we all know hot cocoa is superior.”

[member="Cardinam"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Astrale Cage"] [member="Eternal Flatulence"]

 

[Rick Kaloo]

Team: Superior coffee empire

It was a testament to Rick's boredom that he could be seen in this mess of (hopefully) non-lethal beverage battles. However, some fun never hurt, and he could ensure he was still fit enough to engage in close combat.

In between coffee and tea, Rick had been assigned team coffee. It was a beverage that kept him awake during long work hours, benefiting him greatly. Now, it seemed as if the coffee gods were asking for repayment. Even if he had been selected for tea, Rick would likely still get a payment for his efforts, and then donate the credits to the struggling Alliance he was aligned with. It was a win-win scenario.

He wore a brown padded leather suit, with additional padding on his pants, protecting his knees. In his hands was a First Order riot baton, scavenged months ago from the remains of a First Order vessel he destroyed. It was in good shape, shining and fully functional. Another baton in similar condition lay on his back, attached to a tightly fit belt.

With a click of a button, the baton extended outward, electricity humming through the blade. "Bring me the tea." Rick yelled out to whoever he was to oppose.

[member="Astrale Cage"]| [member="Cardinam"] | [member="Eternal Flatulence"]| [member="Fiore de Noir"]| [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Callisa Asran]

Team Tea!​

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Callisa, being a human from Alderaan, was a devout supporter of tea. She understood the benefits of tea compared to its rival, coffee, which made it look like a dangerous chemical in comparison. As she sat there, pondering this non-arduous argument, she couldn't help but think to herself how much better tea is than coffee; she started listing the numerous benefits of this delicious beverage:

( Relevant to humans )

• Tea drinkers have a significantly lower risk of stroke and heart disease
• Tea is known to boost brain health
• Tea has less caffeine than coffee
• Tea may help with weight loss
• Tea may help protect bones
• Tea may boost the effectiveness of the immune system
• Tea is calorie free

Being human, making it relevant, it should also be noted that tea was prominent on Alderaan so she grew up drinking tea and enjoying this sweet, delicious beverage. She genuinely couldn't stand the taste of coffee and has never been able to finish a cup herself!

Finding out that she had been wasting her time thinking about this subject, she shrugged it off telling herself that tea was, of course, the predominant beverage, as she sat in the mess hall, enjoying a fine mug of tea..

Tea rules and don't let anyone tell you otherwise!

 

[Nine Lives]

Arrived in: Castle Morpheus (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/129671-castle-morpheus-the-leviathan-tantive/#entry1788101)

With: Vera Mina (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/129765-saotome-biot-vera-mina/)

Armed with: Hundred-Handed Giant, Progenitor's sword.

Wearing: Progenitor's Robes.

Objective: Wage war on all coffee drinkers.

Area of operation: ???



"Mother, I must protest this...this...this blatant insanity!" Nine's biot protested, hands on her hips, clad in her white leather dress and shoes. "You can't even drink either!"

They were in Nine's bedchambers, now plated with tin-foil on the walls and ceiling to prevent the First Order from reading her thoughts, and of course, to prevent them from corrupting her 'vital essence.'

"But my chillllldren cannnnn...and it isssssss them I fight for. And to prevent any mimes who might try to corrupt their vital essence.

"Okay, I'm confused. What the hell is vital essence? You've been ranting about that for weeks now."

"What, you been living in the stone age?! The mimes want to corrupt our purity of essence! They put things in the drinking water! And then the smartasssssses pretend to pull at ssssssomething invisible on the sssssstreet! It's demons they pull at. Demons!" Nine answered, the tall vampire seizing her lawyer with a fanatical look in her Obsidian eyes, two glowing dots of purple at the center of them the only way to tell if she was looking at you. She was otherwise quite beautiful, her Atrisian features prominent yet delicate also, her very black hair done in an eleborate Atrisian weave, her green and white ceremonial robes hanging on the edge of her shoulders.

Vera, who was shorter, her features ivory toned and curvaceous, simply raised an eyebrow in curiousity, her own very black hair long enough to reach the small of her back. The biot blinked otherwise unfeeling eyes at her creator.

"Still, this is a war over coffee and tea...if there is any point to what the CIS is doing, other than [member="Darth Metus"] having The Mother of all brain tumors, I fail to see it."

"Darth Metus has the mother of all brain tumors? What's she like? How often does she get pregnant? Does he get her pregnant? Does she rear any of them? What do they look like coming out?" The Lovely Nine asked with all sincerity in an out right demonic contralto, blinking confused eyes.

"Screw it, I'm just gonna go down there and make sure you don't butcher anyone..."

"That's nice. You're adorable..." Nine said, comically patting Vera on the head. "We must address my other children first...

Ten minutes later...


Nine stood in front of the assembled Morpheus Knights in the cleared out mess area. Vera was not certain where her creator had gotten it, but Nine had somehow acquired a gigantic CIS flag to drape in the background. Nine herself had acquired a CIS General's Uniform, and in place of the CIS medals were instead medals taken from First Order officers she had kidnapped in various amusing ways and then brutally fed upon.(The Li-Ves were masters of the so-called 'Silly Abduction')

"The point of a war between coffee and tea is not to die for your favorite beverage...Itsssssss to maaake the otheeeeerrrr poor bassstard die for THEIR favorite beverage!" Nine proclaimed. "Now I know some of you may have heard that Tea Drinkerssssss don't like fighting. That's a load of bullchit! Tea Drinkers love fighting! They love a winner! And they despise a loser!"

"Mother is in rare form tonight..." one of the female Knights commented silently.

"Its good she's back to normal. She was so mopey and quiet before..." the first among The Morpheus Knights, Bobbi, commented.

"Fighting over our favorite beverage ssssssshall bring out the bessssst in us! It will at the very least remove all that is bassssse..." Nine hissed with the glint of genuine fanaticism.

"Hey are we actually going to kill people?" One of the Knights asked, raising his hand.

"Good question! Short answer: No. But its the thought, ladies and gennnnnnntlemaaaan. At bessssst you'll get a concussion. That's what those electrified whiffle bats all placed next to your folding seats are for. Diabolical!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, holding both fists in the air.

Nine continued to pace in her general's uniform.

"Anyone who likes coffee is in league with the mimes! They WILL make us wear yellow! And eat butterflies and puppies! And by the Gods, you are gonna beat the crap out of every last one of those coffee-drinkin'-fiends!" Nine snarled in demonic voice, giving a fist pump of authority.

"Now I understand why I'm starting to enjoy my work..." muttered Vera with an evil smirk, who had been watching to the side the whole time.

"You are ready! And if you aren't, some coffee loving feth will sneak up on you and beat you to death with a sock full of chit! The mimes who control them are cowards! And if we let the puppet masters controlling the coffee lovers go back, they'll breed a nation of mimesssss! Of cowardsssss! Cowards who will corrupt our purity of essence! Often by putting extra ingredientssssss in our lunchmeat..."

"It's always reassuring watching her slowly become more paranoid the longer she talks...I feel like she's really lookin' out for us, y'know?" another male knight in full power armor commented.

"I've already decorated my bed in tinfoil!" a female knight in the back said with immense enthusiasm. "Those feths ain't getting my vital essence. No sir..."

"But...I thought the tin-foil only stopped them from reading your mind..." a knight next to her spoke. "What stops them from taking our vital essence?"

"What is vital essence?" yet another female knight asked quietly. "Should we ask?"

"After the speech..." another told her, completely focused on the speech, awestruck.

"Purity of essence!" Nine shouted randomly. "We must preserve our tea-loving ways against the coffee lovers trying to sneak into our dreams, fart on our souls, and getting our girlfriends to cheat on us! They want our shoes also! And they plan fantastic noodle-themed parties. And when you think noodle-themed parties are a good idea, you have no soul!"

Nine stopped, wide-eyed, tall and completely insane with paranoia, and addressed her men.

"They're gonna know we are here! But we aren't afraid, you know why?! Because we are rubber and THEY ARE GLUE!" she shouted. "Man the battlements! They might try to board us! And Bobbi!"

Bobbi stood up as his name was called. "Yes, mother?"

"Prepare the projectors! I want them to know blackness awaits those who enjoy coffee!"

"It will be done, mother!" Bobbi said backflipping into the darkness like the rest of them had to carry out her orders.

"Um...Vera? Why did they backflip?" The Lovely Nine asked, confused.

"Boring you gave the okay..." Vera explained.

"Oh! Huh, first good idea 'Boring me' has ever had. Can you backflip?"

"I've never tried..." Vera answered dryly.

"Well, you have my permission to backflip, should you chooooossssssse..." Nine said in a perky manner. "Let us prepare..."

Later on...


Castle Morpheus approached the world whose name its captain hadn't bothered to get. As it descended through the atmosphere, its projectors engaged, the first time they had done so since flying.

The ship was like a CR-90, though greatly enlarged and looking...haunted for lack of a better word. Like someone had stuck it in a basement filled with nightmares. Its structural look was gothic, but only because the term 'gothic' was the closest that could come to describing its unsettling look. The ship was already the subject of multiple outer rim ghost stories, swapped by spacers. Just seeing it could provoke a feeling of dread in the weak minded. But even the strong might feel a tinge of unease at its ghastly shape. The Leviathan Tantive's projectors then activated over the battlefield and the other reason for the terror it could generate became apparent.

The world darkened dimmed to near pitch black. And not only did most of the light vanish...most of the sound did to. One could have turned on a lightsaber and they would have barely been able to catch the hum. The blade itself would have looked dim. Running lights would have dimmed on any machine in the ships field of effect, which could cover a city the size of Coronet. The mobile castle itself was only visible from the occasional arc of purple energy between the projectors, a black, hideous silhouette against an artificial, silent night, right over the area where [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] and [member="Scherezade deWinter"] were.

It did not last more than fifteen minutes, just enough for a Saotome Envoy to depart and land at the coordinates, as affected by the projectors as everything else in range was, and only due to the exceptional programming of its masquer-enhanced droid pilot was it able run as smoothly, due to sheer memorization of the controls.

Out stepped Nine, in a tinfoil hat, flanked by her knights, along with Vera, who was wearing a tinfoil hat as well. They were all armed with whiffle bats that had been joined with electrical parts. And high pressure paintball guns.

The effect of the projectors ceased overhead, and the world was sunny, Castle Morpheus remained hovering over the battle field, blotting out the sun.

Nine walked past deWinter and DragonsFlame, giving polite nods...though deWinter gave her an unpleasant flash of a man in ruined armor hitting the dirt from a gunshot. This caused her to hyperventilate for a second before she composed herself. Riggs. His name had been Riggs.

The battle would begin soon. Nine tried to focus on that, and not the sudden gunshot. Meanwhile, the men and women on her ship were broadcasting two words on all available frequencies:

FETH COFFEE.

Vera grabbed a seat next to Scherezade and took a swig out of a canteen filled with biot nutrient.

 

[Srina Talon]

Srina blinked.

She wasn't sure what her purpose was here, nor, was she entirely sure what was going on. The taxi driver sped off in his brightly colored land-speeder before she could question it. They were supposed to drop her off at the Citadel in Golbah City. Not, the Petranaki arena. Silver eyes squinted at the backdrop of bright sun and dry air with a sense of confoundment. She was clad in a mixture of armor and clothing that would leave most wondering if she was there to fight or hold a debate. No matter. She pulled through the crowd of the arena without her usual contingent of loyal Magnaguard and was instead trailed by her ever-bickering droid companions. [member="BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo"] lived for something like this. They loved to see organics rip each other's faces off over nothing of consequence. Spinning in a half circle, she was relieved to see, that the more dangerous creatures they boasted had been moved to secure cages.

A Levithan wouldn't care what was better. Coffee, tea, it tended to simply swallow victims whole.

Reaching her hand out as a servant droid sped by she picked up a drink from the tray. Taking a hesitant sip, her angelic features scrunched, before she subsequently tossed it in a potted plant.

Ugh, caf.

Srina hated caf.

 

[BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo]

"Do you think they'll fight?"

"Do you think they'll die?"

"Do you think they'll throw caf?"

"Do you think they'll throw tea?"

"DO YOU THINK THERE WILL BE PRIZES?"

BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo chortled to one another as they walked behind [member="Srina Talon"] at a rapid pace. She was short, by near-human standards, but they still had to shuffle pretty hard to keep up with her. They had surreptitiously bribed the taxi-droid through their encrypted data steam to take them to the Arena versus the Citadel. All the Mistress did was work, work, work. It was so boring! Srina never took them anywhere fun and all they wanted to do was to experience all the world had to offer. They were exceedingly curious about everything and the last thing they wanted to do was to wind up cleaning up a bantha carcass for the Coalition again.

Some parts had been fun. Such as the ucky, gushy noises, but for the most part it had been a bore. "Nine-One look there's where they usually keep the prisoners!"

"It seems that we can buy paraphernalia there today."

Both small rabbit droids looked at each other and then began to dance around Srina Talon's feet in unison. "Can we go look? Can we go look? Please? Please?"

 

[Muad Dib]

Moving from the schematics laid out on the table Muad followed the sounds of a crowd to one of the windows in the spire overlooking the arena. While Aegis was busy with the retrofits and modifications as well as bringing the old foundries online it seemed that war was breaking out over .... What were they chanting ... Coffee and tea.

Looking out the window with shock and surprise on his face he was momentarily dumbfounded by the sheer stupidity of what was currently occuring. Snapping his finger at a Droid he spoke.

"Bring me liquor. A lot of it. With high alcohol content. Going to be one of those days."

Watching for several minutes the Droid returned with a player it set in the windowsill. Taking a bottle but the neck Muad broke the seal and took a deep draught, a light gasp escaping his lips.

"That's good. Keep them coming."

As the Droid scurried off to find more Muad hefted a bottle in his hand as he mused to himself while watching some moron dancing below screaming,"tea tea tea TEEEEEEAAAAAA!!!!" With a smirk Muad tossed the bottle unerringly through the window and watched it crack the idiot in the temple to collapse upon the ground in spasms. Muad laughed.

"And here I thought this would be boring .... MORE BOTTLES!!!!!"

Liquor had joined the War of the Beverages.

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Team: Green Tea

For Kurenai is was not even a question, being a perfectionist of Atrisia Tea ceremonies and owning her own tea shop it would be heresy to chose to side on coffee. Did she hate caf? no, it was a nice drink to have once in a while, keep you up late at night if you needed, but it had no culture to it, not history, it was just like any other drink that even a wamp rat could whip up easily. Tea on the other hand was refined, something that required skill to make, it had history and was a central part of her past life and culture and if anyone dared insult it, ohhhh they would be in for beating at the end of her hands.

Donned in her usual Kimono outfit, eyes staring down those on the other side of the area, all fun and games, though with a very real cause to fight for in her mind. From what she could see both sides were attaining a reasonable amount of participants, most on the Caf side being unknown to herself, a few looking to be mercs... and odd thing, did the coffee supporters conclude that they would be outgunned from the start? probably but even that would not help them. In addition to herself the feeling of [member="Nine Lives"] entering was apparent Kurenai knowing that the woman would support the tea side without much hesitation.

Though for the moment both sides had yet to begin, more and more member entering the area, either to spectate or join in, "I have a feeling this will take a while".

 

[Cim Salro]

Team ???​

Frankly either choice of beverage made Cim Salro’s stomach turn. Coffee was too bitter and tea never gave her the kick she needed. And anyone familiar with the Anzat race would know that they did not need to drink liquid to survive.

But here she was in Golbah City, waiting to interview her new security detail. And somehow she’d stumbled upon a weird competition between coffee and tea.

In glancing around, she noticed not all participants were sipping the sanctioned choices. Two humans appeared to be eating popcorn - an overly salty mundane snack in Cim’s opinion. She did have taste buds after all, just lacked the cravings for animal or plant-based food. Another man began to get drunk on alcohol. The Anzati smuggler smirked, not able to suppress a chuckle over his enthusiasm to get drunk. That’s a man after my own heart.

Luckily she’d eaten right before this meeting, but she checked her chrono and realized that the longer she waited, the more the hard-bitten redhead would become peckish. Even vampiresque aliens were not immune to eating out of stress or boredom.

 

[Paragon of Virtue]

MID GAME HEAD COUNT​

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[member="Astrale Cage"]
[member="Rick Kaloo"]​

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[member="Cardinam"]
[member="Callisa Asran"]
[member="Kurenai Yumi"]​

[member="Nine Lives"]​

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TEAM LIQUOR ​

[member="Muad Dib"]​

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TEAM HOT COCOA
[member="Fiore de Noir"]​

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SPECTATORS/UNKNOWN​

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]
[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]
[member="Srina Talon"]
[member="BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo"]
[member="Cim Salro"]​

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[Scherezade deWinter]

Emerald green eyes stared as combatants began to pile up, a frown on her face as she tossed a few more popped kernels into her mouth. It was mostly very and deeply confusing for her. It was clear that only person had the apparent intent to fight for coffee, and if her count was right, there were four on the side of tea. That sucked and was hardly fair, but then there were all these others that she did not understand why they were there or what they were intended on doing.

“This is such an unbalanced fight, Josh,” she mentioned to her friend, staring for a moment at a woman with tin foil on her head, “maybe we should jump in and join on the side of coffee just to balance things out?”

Madalena ate some more popcorn. It’d be a shame to leave this popcorn behind. What if they could charge the field and bring peace through popcorn for the masses? Peace is a lie.

“Come on,” she said with a grin as she got up and motioned for him to join her, “let’s go fight for coffee. We can always have some water after this thing is done.”

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[member="Astrale Cage"]
[member="Rick Kaloo"]
[member="Cardinam"]
[member="Callisa Asran"]
[member="Kurenai Yumi"]
[member="Nine Lives"]
[member="Muad Dib"]
[member="Fiore de Noir"]
[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]
[member="Srina Talon"]
[member="BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo"]
[member="Cim Salro"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

The hell was he watching?

The Jedi Master just stared at this whole spectacle with a quirked brow. He almost felt like Phyllis Alince in this, just weirded out and brow quirking to everything around. Was this what it felt like to be Phyllis Alince every single day? Still, it appeared that Madalena had suddenly gotten the bright idea to jump in and join this "fight" or whatever it was. For Josh, he didn't know the first thing about what was going on with this fight, to where normally the instinct to battle would be prevalent and telling him to jump in with her.

"I... Think I'll watch a bit longer while I figure out what the sod is going on before I consider joining" Josh would answer as he would take the popcorn that she had put down. "You go on ahead, maybe I'll join you later."

Maybe after he'd eaten all the popcorn while it was still hot.

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Muad Dib]

Smirking as he continued drinking from the bottle he watched as the sides grew larger. He felt like he was watching some holovid and a both sides were about to break out in song over the benefits and worthy cause of their respective choice of beverage. Then as the sides came together there would be a dance off instead of an actual fight.

"Break dance fighting would be awesome ..."

He giggled as he began lining up bottles on the windowsill, like little soldiers in a line. But as he watched it seemed neither side were willing to begin the conflict. Sighing he cast a mournful glance at the non participants below. Tea and coffee, while bland and bitter, did not have the testicular fortitude to advance the so called war. Thankfully for them liquor had joined the battlefront.

Hefting a bottle in either hand he threw them below where they shattered in the ranks of either side. As he tossed more bottles he aimed at people's heads, giggling as they connected with some, knocking them cold. But it seemed a waste of potent liquor.

"Let liquor fore the first shot!!!"

Raising his hands he summoned and focused the force, creating floating orbs of fire, which he then ceremoniously tossed into the arena. The spilt liquor ignited spreading chaos amidst the ranks. With fire spreading he resumed throwing bottles of liquor, this time into the flames where the smashed and spread the cleansing fire that would spread the righteous and wholesome word of truth.

That liquor was superior.

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[member="Scherezade deWinter"]
[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]
[member="Srina Talon"]
[member="BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo"]
[member="Cim Salro"]
[member="Cardinam"]
[member="Callisa Asran"]
[member="Kurenai Yumi"]

[member="Nine Lives"]
[member="Astrale Cage"]
[member="Rick Kaloo"]

 

[Rick Kaloo]

Coffee​

With the actions of a newly created Team Liquor, the battle had begun.

Noticing a bottle of flaming liquor flying in his direction, Rick swung his baton, causing the liquor to explode in midair. Dusting himself off, he grabbed his other riot baton from his back. His hands, hardened by work and battle, were capable of dual wielding the batons with ease. Rick sprinted forward into the mingling sides, dodging fires caused by more exploding liquor bottles.

Finally, he caught sight of the tea supporters, regrouping and commencing a full-on assault. Team Coffee was doing the same, resulting in a pileup at the front. Rick hopped in, swinging his batons at any hostile in sight. He scored multiple hits, sending thousands of watts of electricity flowing through the bodies of the tea lovers. At the same time, he used whatever baton he had spare at the time to intercept blows, and subconsciously maneuvered away from the blows he was unable to parry.

It was almost too easy.

[member="Astrale Cage"] | [member="BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo"] | [member="Callisa Asran"] | [member="Cardinam"] | @Cim Sarlo | [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] | [member="Kurenai Yumi"] | [member="Nine Lives"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Srina Talon"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Madalena was already on the battlefield when the fire bottles were tossed, her face a frown at Josh’s unwillingness to join in. The point of things like that was to have fun, it didn’t really matter which side they were fighting for. Though truth be told, had it been team Tea that was lacking in numbers, she would probably still have been eating her popcorn. While she didn’t have anything personal against coffee and simply didn’t like it, tea was just… The way to ruin a perfectly good cup of water.

The first few bottles of fire landed and exploded, and Madalena pulled her vibrosword out. Holding it the opposite way around, when the next fire bottle came in, she used the hilt of her sword like a baseball bat and sent it flying back towards [member="Muad Dib"]. Let him enjoy that.

A huge grin was on her face.

This was going to be fun!

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Astrale Cage
[member="Rick Kaloo"]
[member="Cardinam"]
[member="Callisa Asran"]
[member="Kurenai Yumi"]
[member="Nine Lives"]
[member="Muad Dib"]
[member="Fiore de Noir"]
[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]
[member="Srina Talon"]
[member="BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo"]
[member="Cim Salro"]