Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 14, 2018 9:24:17 GMT -8
Passing by Dažbog's Coffee Shop a servant placed a Café con leche in the hand of Morrígu and a rich chocolate shake in that of the child. Both smiled politely and passing by quietly. The Raven spoke
-Fiach Dubh-
"Why is it might I ask that even here among the omnipotent none rush forth and offer the bird a thing?"
Both the woman and girl giggled but both held their tongues
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 6, 2018 1:20:26 GMT -8
The smell of java of a kind never served before drew Boland to Dažbog's Coffee Shop. He walked in and was served a extra extra extra large with an half inch of thick cream laid on top, a weighty spoon of pure brown sugar and a shot of Bushmills
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 6, 2018 22:01:05 GMT -8
Boland had no idea how long he had been sitting loitering in the coffee shop. The raven materialising on a broad left shoulder didn't phase the man. Boland did wonder somewhere deep inside when it was that such bizarre things became the norm. The Raven barked
-Fiach dubh-
"Snap outta the daze fool and c'mon - the woman is going."
With a sigh Boland rose and left the establishment
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Whill Shaman Dažbog
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Feb 4, 2020 2:00:40 GMT -8
The closed sign on the clear glass doors was slowly turned over and the doors unlocked, letting all who passed that the coffee shop was once again ready to accept patrons.
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Standash Thul
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Post by Standash Thul on Feb 6, 2020 8:20:02 GMT -8
Nervously walks in. She realizes she may be the first customer in years.Well this is a little awkward.Amazingly, the place was immaculate, not dust to be seen anywhere, just the amazing smell of roasting coffee. The little bell on the top of the door rings as she opens the door.
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Whill Shaman Dažbog
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Feb 6, 2020 19:20:57 GMT -8
Behind the counter stood a giant of a man, his back turned as he playing with his mugs, moving one in particular back and forth with his index finger millimeters at a time, trying to find the perfect spot for it. Upon hearing the bell ring the man turned around, revealing him to be of an advanced age, yet still with the build of someone who was once warrior, in what sort of conflict who could say. He adjusted his beard and then his black apron which had the image of an overweight domesticated feline creature sitting upright, sipping on a steaming cup of what could easily be assumed of coffee. The man lifted a hand in greeting to the woman, a warm and inviting smile easily seen through his lengthy white beard.
"Greetings and Salutations! Welcome to my coffee shop!"
The man stepped forward towards the counter, placing his elbow onto the surface and leaning slightly. His bright green eyes were lit up from the fires of a passion burning, whether that was for the coffee or some other hobby was unclear. He moved an open hand in a flourishing gesture towards a stool at the bar for the woman to have a seat and set out a dining utensil set.
"I am Dažbog, proprietor of this fine establishment. I'll also be your server today. Are your taste buds craving anything in particular this fine day, or would you like to hear our house specials? The Chef makes a wonderful carrot cake. It's out of this Universe!"
Dazbog chuckled and awaited the order of his first patron since his grand re opening.
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Standash Thul
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Post by Standash Thul on Feb 6, 2020 19:33:00 GMT -8
Standash started to wonder if maybe she was dreaming all of this. Something about this felt otherworldly. She didn't remember ever going out looking for a shop or anything. The smells made her question, they were very real. I wouldn't even know where to start, I can't remember the last time I had anything other than a cup of lukewarm office caff.
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Whill Shaman Dažbog
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Feb 6, 2020 20:19:41 GMT -8
Dazbog raised an eyebrow at the mention of office coffee. His eyes seemed to haze over for a moment and look through her for a moment, before he snapped back. With a wave of his hand a cup of the coffee she spoke of appeared in his hand. The man carefully swirled it around a few times in the cup, sniffing it tentatively before taking a swig. He rolled it around in his mouth for a moment before swallowing, a frown crept upon his face as he tossed the cup away, the entire thing disappearing in an instant.
"Oh, you poor sweet thing, you! Its coffee but barely, I'd say! There's a million possibilities, all of which are so much better than that poor showing!"
Dazbog shook his head furiously and turned around to do a mental inventory of all his beans. The old man put a hand to his bearded chin and hummed a tune to himself. After a minute of thought and gazing upon his many containers and shelves before him and turned a.
"I believe the most important question to ask you, is how are you feeling about your place in the Galaxy? I don't wish to overwhelm the senses, that could be bad if my first customer's head expl-"
Dazbog halted mid-sentence with a screeching stop. A finger went up in the air and he tilted his head as a drawer on the far wall of the shop rattled slightly and a light emitted from the cracks. Dazbog froze, his eyes growing wide as he cautiously stepped towards the drawer. As he made his way over, he read aloud the writing engraved on the small metal plate which was mounted onto the front of the drawer, just beneath the handle. The old coffee slinger scratched his head in confusion.
"Standash Thul. Is that your name, by any chance?"
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Post by Standash Thul on Feb 7, 2020 7:05:53 GMT -8
More credence to this being a dream. The man could make things appear out of nothing, and he knew her name. She was recognizable, but not that recognizable. Yes that is me. Former Supreme Chancellor of the now defunct Republic, former President of the also now defunct Galactic Alliance Senate, Renounced Princess of Alderaan, and currently Moff of Carida.
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Whill Shaman Dažbog
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Feb 7, 2020 17:36:21 GMT -8
The old man blinked a few times after hearing all of the titles that were attached to the person before him. He smiled kindly and took a deep bow, his left arm moving downward in a stylized motion of reverence. Dazbog lifted his head to meet the gaze of Standash, a kind smile on his lips.
"My, my. That sure is quite the amount of positions you have held. Allow me to more formally introduce myself as well."
The old coffee peddler raised himself up and with a clearing of his throat struck a pose akin to a superhero from some cheesy holovid, one arm outstretched up into the air, the other curled up with his hand close to his head in a clenched fist. His voice boomed within the walls of the coffee shop, but not in anger. It was much more akin to a comedic self aggrandizement, not to be taken seriously.
"I am known by many names, but you may know me by my title as Whill Dažbog! You have come to my home of Tython, home of my Order through mystical means, and ventured into my domain! I must now commence my solemn and sacred duty of..."
He paused, as if for dramatic effect, before spinning on the heel of his boots back to the wall of drawers. He quickly opened the drawer, taking out its contents and holding them up. He slowly turned back around, still holding the bag of beans aloft as if they were some great and powerful artifact of unknown power. The Coffee Whill's eyes widened with excitement and the green irises seemed to glow even more, the passion of his profession fully alight within.
"...Serving you a cup of coffee!"
Silence hung in the air, to be broken only when his guest next spoke.
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Post by Standash Thul on Mar 24, 2020 14:49:55 GMT -8
Standash takes a sip. Rich notes hit her tongue. You would expect sweet for her, but dark flavors dominate with just a hint of sweet. This wasn't caff... this was actually worth drinking. The heat opens up more senses letting most of them engage better.
Well chosen sir. Well chosen.
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Whill Shaman Dažbog
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Jun 13, 2021 0:05:52 GMT -8
Dazbog sat behind the counter of his coffeeshop, leaning back in a chair, balancing precariously on its two rear legs as he curled some of his beard hair with a finger on one hand and held a cup of coffee with the other. Clearing his throat before the Coffee Whill turned the page of a book in his lap with the Force, which was absolutely not an abuse of the universe-binding energy field in the slightest and s completely appropriate use of his abilities, before taking a sip from his mug. Dazbog's brow furrowed deeply and he tilted the cup over, but nothing poured out. With a slight huff he set the mug and the book on the counter. Dazbog's eyes widened as the shift in his weight on the rear legs of his chair caused him to fall backward, and the Whill impacted on the tile floor of his shop with a solid thud, leaving a nice Dazbog-shaped crater despite the relatively short height of his fall. The Coffee Whill lay there, staring at the ceiling of his shop, his face expressionless; his normally vibrant eyes dull and empty.
A̵̡̺͇͎̘̝͍̻͐͑͊̌̾̍̕͝͠ģ̷͓̦̱̮͕̻͜͠a̴̡̤̟͈̱͍̺̓́i̴̮̥͕̱͋̉͌̇͘ņ̸̱̜̤̥̦̿̉̀́̀̑̂̏͘
Dazbog sat behind the counter of his coffeeshop, leaning back in a chair, balancing precariously on its two rear legs as he curled some of his beard hair with a finger on one hand and held a cup of coffee with the other, with an open book in his lap. Clearing his throat before the Coffee Whill turned the page of a book in his lap with the Force, which was absolutely not an abuse of the universe-binding energy field in the slightest and a completely appropriate use of his abilities, then leaned forward to safely set all four legs of the chair flat on the floor. Dazbog sat his book on the counter and stood up, walking over to his drip coffee machine. He gripped the handle of the coffee pot and pulled it out, a few drops falling from the pause and serve nozzle, hitting the warming plate and sizzling, the aroma drifting up to his nostrils. Looking at the pot, there was less than a sip's amount of precious coffee remaining inside. The Coffee Whill stood there, staring at the empty pot, his face expressionless; his normally vibrant eyes dull and empty.
Ȃ̴͕̫̣͙̞̦͙͉̳̻̠̯̜̈̅̓͗g̵̡̢̤̱͙̥̲̠̟̠͖̱̥̿́͋à̴̛͍̗̻̦͇̺͔͌̐̆̏̍́͒͗ì̸̧͙̹̠̖̽̇̓͆͌̓͐̒̑̓̚n̵͔̙͙͔͉̯̿̈́
Dazbog sat behind the counter of his coffeeshop, leaning back in a chair, balancing precariously on its two rear legs as he curled some of his beard hair with a finger on one hand and held a cup of coffee with the other, with an open book in his lap. Clearing his throat before the Coffee Whill turned the page of a book in his lap with the Force, which was absolutely not an abuse of the universe-binding energy field in the slightest and a completely appropriate use of his abilities, then leaned forward to safely set all four legs of the chair flat on the floor. Dazbog walked over to his drip coffee machine. He gripped the handle of the coffee pot and pulled it out, a few drops falling from the pause and serve nozzle, hitting the warming plate and sizzling, the aroma drifting up to his nostrils. The Coffee Whill swirled the full pot of coffee around, inhaling deeply the scent of the fine blend he had prepared earlier, filling his mug nearly to the brim. With a self-satisfied and content smile on his face, Dazbog returned the pot to the drip machine and turned around to retrieve his book and resume his reading. The book sat on the counter, closed; his bookmark lay next to it. The Coffee Whill stood there, mug in hand, his face expressionless; his normally vibrant eyes dull and empty.
Ã̸̱̙̺̺̖͔̊̈͐̚g̴̨͛͛̒̍̓́̂͠a̴̧̬̟̟̝͇͎̬̣̋ͅi̴̯̯̞̩̰̰͈͖̘͙͒n̴͔̪͔̞̈́̋͑͘̚
Dazbog sat behind the counter of his coffeeshop, leaning back in a chair, balancing precariously on its two rear legs as he curled some of his beard hair with a finger on one hand and held a cup of coffee with the other, with an open book in his lap. Clearing his throat before the Coffee Whill turned the page of a book in his lap with the Force, which was absolutely not an abuse of the universe-binding energy field in the slightest and a completely appropriate use of his abilities. The page that was mid-turn ripped close to the spine of the book. The book's pages exploded from its bindings and went into the air every which way, before bursting into flames. The Coffee Whill sat motionless in his chair, staring at the now empty book binding, his face expressionless; his normally vibrant eyes dull and empty.
A̸̢̡̧̲̗̥͉͍̝͝g̸̛̛̲̞̬̮̪̻̟͚̿̑͗̀͛̎̌͒̓̚a̶̛̛͚͛̀̊̆͗̍̊͘̚í̶̜̱̺̘̜͉͋̇̽͜n̵̡̢̘̖͎̿̈̒̓̀̊̑̏͛͝
Dazbog sat behind the counter of his coffeeshop, leaning back in a chair, balancing precariously on its two rear legs as he curled some of his beard hair with a finger on one hand and held a cup of coffee with the other, with an open book in his lap. Clearing his throat before the Coffee Whill turned the page of a book in his lap with the Force, which was absolutely not an abuse of the universe-binding energy field in the slightest and a completely appropriate use of his abilities, then leaned forward to safely set all four legs of the chair flat on the floor. Dazbog walked over to his drip coffee machine. He gripped the handle of the coffee pot and pulled it out, a few drops falling from the pause and serve nozzle, hitting the warming plate and sizzling, the aroma drifting up to his nostrils. The Coffee Whill swirled the full pot of coffee around, inhaling deeply the scent of the fine blend he had prepared earlier, filling his mug nearly to the brim. With a self-satisfied and content smile on his face, Dazbog returned the pot to the drip machine and turned around to retrieve his book and resume his reading. The Coffee Whill sat back down in his chair and, using the Force, levitated the book back onto his lap and opening it, returning the bookmark back to the counter. The cosmic being slowly leaned back in his chair, back onto the rear legs. With a satisfied grunt the resumed his reading, his eyes scanning the words on the page. Dazbog absentmindedly brought his mug to his lips, but moved a bit too quickly and a small bit of coffee spilled over the top of the cup, splashing onto the open book in his lap. The Coffee Whill sat motionless in his chair, staring at the open book as the pages began to soak up the spilled coffee, the inked words already beginning to run slightly. His face was expressionless; his normally vibrant eyes dull and empty.
A̴̼̤͙͆g̵̢̙͂̐͑͆͗́̍̕͝à̷̛̬̯̻̣̓̑̎̀͋̏̂̄̉͗͐́͘͘ĩ̴̱̭̝̦̜̩̼͖͗̿̆͛̎̎͝n̵̢̧̧̡̧̖̤̳͕͇͓̫̹͋̏͝ͅͅ
Dazbog stood behind the counter of his coffeeshop, leaning on the countertop slightly with one arm, his eyes looking down at the open book that lay before him. His head nodded every now and again to the beat of the music that was playing in a pair of headphones he was wearing over his ears. A cup of coffee sat on the counter to his right. Without lifting his gaze, Dazbog reached out to grab the handle of his mug. His hand hit the side of the cup, causing it to topple over, spilling the precious contents within it over the countertop and onto the floor in front of the counter. The Coffee Whill froze for a moment before ripping his headphones off, their existence ceasing in his grasp. He let out a wild yell, his eyes turning to a void-like white. A light erupted from the Coffee Whill's eyes, and it engulfed everyth-A̸̧̛̛̪̲̩͚̻͑̅̀̂̏̈́̔̓͗̃͆͒͛̍̄g̷̨̡̝̺̼͈͕̺̪̣̫͇̟̗̖͑̽̾̽̾̐̓́̆̈́̓́̽a̶̢̨̟͈̲̩̮̻͍̫͒̅̈͑̈̇̏̃͛̀̏̈̎̐͘͜ĭ̵̖͍̦̱͎͕̩͙͌͆͜ͅͅn̶̘̺͔̻̗͇̳̣̼̮̪̟̻͇̱̥͗͐̃̍̀̿͊̏̓̏̌̑̎͜͝ Dazbog stood behind the counter of his coffeeshop, drying a wet mug with a rag in his hand, whistling a tune and enjoying the quiet day. It was always nice to relax and enjoy the quiet moments between the busy ones.
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Twi'leck Triplet Dubh
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 16, 2021 12:32:32 GMT -8
byNow in the temple the two at the front say it: Dazbog's Coffee Shop. Stepping in the door the green woman asked -Alem- "Three Triple, led do thoill agus go raibh maith agat - please and thank you." Gid piped in -Gid- "And bill it to the house." As they took a seat God realized that Shakk was gone -Gig- "Hey! "Where's Shakk?" Shrugging the green girl said -Alem- "Maybe she went to the washroom."
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 16, 2021 17:47:37 GMT -8
Meanwhile, back at the coffee house Alem and Gid were sitting still bloated with coffee. -Alem- "Wonder where Shakk is...." And her sister asked - Gid- "Who? Oh! Shakk? She'll be be back." And there she was. The pair kept to there feet -Gid- "Racy to go?" Her tiny blue psychotic sister said -Shakk- "But I just nonsense got here!" And The green girl responded - Alem- "Took you long enough." And the pushed her out the door but not before she decorated the establishment with three banners that read An Lucht Siuil Dhiubh Tale of the Twi'leck Three Slan go foill!!!
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