Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26543176-20150617155249

It was a quiet night in Schrodinger's Ursa, the fire still burned cheerfully, the surfaces within still glowed brightly from the fastidious polishing of the man behind the counter; one thing however, was missing, the bar was completely empty. Not since its opening had the bar been entirely empty while open. There was however, a rather good reason for it.

Standing behind the bar, Vermont's body showed an uncharacteristic rigidness, he was nervous. He'd closed the bar for the night due to a note received that morning. The leader of Red Watch, was extending a hand and seeking a meeting with him. To say he was nervous, would be an understatement, this was a very dangerous man seeking a meeting.

Sucking in a deep breath, the tension flowed out of Vermont's body, replaced by his usual lazy grace. Reaching under the bar he pulled out Game Changer, feeling the familiar weight in his hands while the multitude of glyphs all over the interior of the Ursa, relaxed him even further. Placing his weapon down on the bar, he grabbed a clean glass and errantly began wiping it down.

"Alright then Vermont, game face on, this is a very dangerous person looking to speak with you. Man I hope he doesn't wreck the bar, I just had everything painted."

The idle self banter served to relax him further, his self confidence flowing back to him, and leaving him looking, exactly as he should. A small half smile made its way onto his face, and he waited now, far more confidently than before. 