(Clone #1 POV)
It's been a few weeks since the original killed himself, we thought we would all disappear, but the three of us are still around. I don't know what that means for us but we each took to different aspects. Myself, I learnt the bass from Marceline and continued practicing piano.
#2, he went a bit mad making every single flavour and mixture of drink he could. He's been in the kitchen slaving away, he's testing to see just how much storage room this place can make. During open hours we now have to have someone in charge of getting ingredients or barrels.
#3, we just haven't seen, he took a Rivers of Blood and locks himself in the training room as soon as we shut. Even whilst we're busy he tries to sneak in practice by chopping up the meat with a small waterfowl dance.
I wonder if the original is still alive, I used the inspiration to write a song about it. So if he is alive it kind of ruins the song now.
(Clone #3 POV)
"Agh! Damnit, I was a quarter of an inch off. Again!" I walked back to the side of the room and begun my modified waterfowl dance, once again being barely off from slicing all the ligaments in the doll in one fell swoop.
Readying up again, a ghost flew through the wall and bounced off the walls at a ridiculous speed. It slowed down and eventually landed in front of me, oh it's the original, I wondered if he would come back.
(Olivarick's POV)
Bouncing across my training room, I finally land below an oddly gruff looking version of myself. Slightly unkempt, a mysterious scar on his eye and a sword in hand.
I instantly disperse my clone out of instinct, which made me quite upset as I wanted to talk to them first, they seemed quite unique compared to usual.
The rush of memories stumped me for a moment, with all three thoughts, feelings and actions mentally overstimulating me. A rush of knowledge on swordsmanship, brewing and musical prowess assaulted me at once.
[Juicing lv20][Mead making lv32][Beer making lv14] [Wine making lv14] [Lager making lv14] [IPA making lv14] [Ale making lv14] [Cocktail making lv17] [Gin making lv12] [Vodka making lv18] [Whiskey making lv20] [Tequila making lv13] [Rum making lv14] [Brandy making lv15]
[Piano lv20]
[Bass lv17]
[Malenia's skills lv6 -evolved-]
I rest my hand on my forehead for a moment absorbing everything in, my eyes open and now I can appreciate my body for the first time in centuries. Being bound to the bar is nothing new, but now it's different, like the rules have been twisted. It felt like the walls of the bar are alive… beating even, matching my own. I'm linked now in a manner I've only read about recently. This bar is my phylactery.
My resummoned clones go back to the bar, I decided to have the day off today. God knows I need it, I died after all.
I set up my own private booth and sip a piña colada and chat with Loretta. "So I understand you travel by horse but, did you use a wheelchair indoors? How accessible is Carian manor to wheelchairs anyway? Or the Haligtree for that matter."
"Well hardly at all really, but the Haligtree does offer more room for me and my horse together." Ah fair point, navigating a horse through halls might not be viewed positively.
"Ah the proprietor! May I have a seat?" A well-dressed man with pointed ears and a forked tongue shook my hand in greeting.
[Hunson Abadeer -
Power level - 2A
Older than time itself, this birthplace of evil is Hunson Abadeer himself. Devourer of trillions of souls, Hunson is only held back by the restrictions of the Nightosphere. Said to be rivalled only by the Lich himself.
Currently pleased]
I offered him a seat and as he sat down, Loretta was warped to a different table, probably for the best.
"How can I help you uhm Mr Abadeer? If I knew you were coming I would've tried to get some food or drink you like. Unfortunately we only have tears of the damned variants." I've gotten so used to saying his full name in my head that I hesitated saying Mr.
"No need for all that, call me Hunson. Peppermint butler told me about you, not to mention the 'courtesy' you left me. Fascinating souls they were." He sipped on a red damned wine.
"I'm glad you appreciated it. I figured to myself that since Marceline comes here somewhat, I may as well cover my bases, my clientele is something I value more than anything I have here."
"Smart move, I appreciate it. Something Peppermint Butler never mentioned though was your own ability in the macabre, unless you've only since developed?" I believe he just referenced my phylactery.
"This is a new development, I figured I may as well rule out death as an easy option for myself. A long life is a good life." He raises his glass to that and I raise with him.
"Trust me I understand. Now I have to be going now, I only have 4 hours before the flaying competition I'm supposed to be judging starts, and I haven't seen Marceline yet. Ah, can you have a few barrels of this wine delivered? Use this." He flicks a card at me, I catch it before it hits my eyes and when I look back at him he disappeared.
"That could have gone infinitely worse, I better send over those barrels before I forget."