The Tavern at the End of the World

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*Well, since the war is basically over A.K.A very underwhelming for how big this seemed (No offense thirteen)*

Poppy hops out of the safehouse, back into the tavern, And begins looking around, "Huh, guess they won?"

Damien is collecting any bodies outside the tavern

 Ettor popped open an eye and walked over. "Yeah, surprisingly enough, it was very underwhelming for an emperor of darkness."

 "Man, you got me worried for nothing? I was bout to have a breakdown"

 He smiled, took off his gauntlets, and patted her head. "Well, it's done and over, so we still got plenty of time together. Look, I don't even have a scratch!"

 "Well, thats good. You owe me one for scaring me tho" Poppy smiles

 He chuckled, pulling her into a hug. "Whatever you wish, I'll grant." He whispered into her ear.

 "I know what you want me to ask, but i wish for food honestly. How about lunch? Together i mean."

 "Of course! What would you like?"

 "They have a great sandwhich,"

 "Then we'll have a great sandwich! Which one is it?"

 "Its the [insert fancy sandwhich name i can't think of]"

 "Alright, go get comfy somewhere, and I'll come over with our [Insert Name]'s in a bit."

 poppy nods, sitting at a table and waiting

 After a bit, he walks over with a few [insert name]'s, setting them down and sitting next to her.

 "Thanks" Poppy grins, before taking a bite of her sandwhich

 "No problem." He grabbed a sandwich for himself.

*Sorry, had to make some ramen for lunch again.*

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Adder is in the tavern, he was smoking a cigarette, keeping an eye out for Azazel so he wouldn't get caught. He was dressed in a white button-up shirt, black vest with silver buttons, black trousers, and boots. Each on his fingers had a silver ring on.

Jackson was on the roof, he was bandaging his arm and face. His times of pain, his ethereal wings faded in and out of perspective. He was talking to himself while healing himself. 

-Victor is being deleted-

 

 Nerima stares while smiling as she plays with bones.

 "i can feel you behind me" he said, wrapping the bandages tighter.

 She teleports in front of him. "This better?" She asks giddily.

 He narrows his eyes, the right one caked with blood at this moment. "Yes but also no" he said

 She giggled. "Answer my question? Why you have wings?"

 "None of your bloody business" he said, the sound of stone against metal as he sharpened his sword

 She giggles and walked behind him, playing with them. "Why?"

 He grumbles, fully annoyed by the questions. "because it's my personal thing"

 "Why?" She continued playing with the wings, spreading them out and then closing them again.

 He sighed "do you know what angel's are?"

 "Yea! You one? That mean you good, yes? Or you bad, fallen? If you bad..." She leans over his shoulder, smiling sinisterly, speaking into his ear. "...I make you bye-bye." The air around her turned very cold.

 "im Fallen, but good" he said "please remove your mouth from next to my ear"

 "Good! You good, that good!" She madly giggled as she moved back to in front of him and sat cross-legged. "Why fallen, but good?"

 "I was tricked into a game of wits and I failed" he said

 "Why?"

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Adder is in the tavern, he was smoking a cigarette, keeping an eye out for Azazel so he wouldn't get caught. He was dressed in a white button-up shirt, black vest with silver buttons, black trousers, and boots. Each on his fingers had a silver ring on.

Jackson was on the roof, he was bandaging his arm and face. His times of pain, his ethereal wings faded in and out of perspective. He was talking to himself while healing himself. 

-Victor is being deleted-

 

 Azazel enters the tavern, having woken up somewhere in the forest. Sticks and leaves stuck out of his hair

 Adder quickly puts out his cigarette and throws it away.

 Azazel walks over, pulling a twig out of his hair, "Wat happened?"

 "I dipped halfway through the war" he said "im not much of a fighter, more a spy"

 "The war happened? I was taking a nap..."

 "Well naps are good, but yes, a war."

 "....How did i miss that?" he asks, ruffling his hair to get some remaining debree out, though not all of it comes loose

 Adder nuzzles his hair "Its fine you were asleep". Adder, being a derp, ate a leaf that was in azazel's hair. 

 "Oi, don't eat that!" Azazel trys to get the leaf out of his mouth

 He s w a l l o w s it.

 "No, bad adder!" Azazel sighs, pulling the rest of the forest debree out of his hair, "If you try to eat one of these, i swear"

 *Don't tell him not to do something... Oh dear..*

Adder, sensing a challenge that wasn't a challenge, ate another leaf.

 "NO!" Azazel trys to take the leaf away

 "they are leaves!" He said "I wont die!"

 "Stop eating random things you find on the floor!"

 *Im listening to the good omens theme, and all I can think about is Adder being Crowley.*

He smiles and spits it out. "fine then" he said and rests his head on azazel's head

 "You're weird." Azazel dwells in the fact he's shorter than adder

 *Adder is 6'2*

Adder smiles "what shall us two do today?"

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Thirteen is, strangely, not ecstatic as he sits on the roof. "That was too easy. Feakor is a chessmaster, and those were just rooks and pawns..."

 Damien, looks up at them, "Yeah, i figured if you were able to kill them, then he wasn't going all out. Besides, they're a lich, you couldn't kill them that easily."

 "I didn't kill him, he retreated to the Shadowfell. Also, he's not a lich. He wants to turn my body into a lich, though."

 "Dudes not strong enough to be a lich? I could have done that fifteen times over by now if i wanted to."