Apollion
Sun God of Passion
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- Jan 9, 2010
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Apollo sat quietly at the bar, a cup of saki in his hand. He had traveled for what seemed an eternity, trying to find a little peace beyond the usual surroundings of modern life. He found it in Japan, in a rundown shack which once belonged to a samurai named Keisho Takimara. After a few months in exile within this shack, he decided to both learn the way of the samurai and rebuild his new home, transforming it into a gathering spot for others who needed a place to relax from their travels.
Slowly, Apollo drank from the cup, letting the liquor's flavor take him in. With a sigh, he rose from his seat, his wonderfully crafted katana making a slight klinking sound inside it's sheath. He had added many things to this place: a bar for drinks, a lounge around the fireplace, a mini-dojo for sparring and several rooms for sleeping, aside from his own. As he made his way to the door, his eye caught sight of the Ban List. It was empty, but he had no doubt that, one day, the names of those who are banished forever from the bar for foolish behaviour will adorn the parchment.
That doesn't mean no-one can have some "special" fun.. he thought, acknowledging the tastes and desires of his fellow samurai with a small smile. Satisfied with everything, he opened the door, locking it in place, then lowered the "Open" curtain before returning to the bar and his saki.
(This is open to everyone. You must come dressed and act like you're a part of the era this bar is set in, Feudal Japan. Anyone who causes trouble of the bad kind is to leave and not return. Further troublemaking WILL result in a mod/admin being contacted. Other than this, have fun, respect each other and no killing of each other.)
Slowly, Apollo drank from the cup, letting the liquor's flavor take him in. With a sigh, he rose from his seat, his wonderfully crafted katana making a slight klinking sound inside it's sheath. He had added many things to this place: a bar for drinks, a lounge around the fireplace, a mini-dojo for sparring and several rooms for sleeping, aside from his own. As he made his way to the door, his eye caught sight of the Ban List. It was empty, but he had no doubt that, one day, the names of those who are banished forever from the bar for foolish behaviour will adorn the parchment.
That doesn't mean no-one can have some "special" fun.. he thought, acknowledging the tastes and desires of his fellow samurai with a small smile. Satisfied with everything, he opened the door, locking it in place, then lowered the "Open" curtain before returning to the bar and his saki.
(This is open to everyone. You must come dressed and act like you're a part of the era this bar is set in, Feudal Japan. Anyone who causes trouble of the bad kind is to leave and not return. Further troublemaking WILL result in a mod/admin being contacted. Other than this, have fun, respect each other and no killing of each other.)