The Multi-Dimensional OC Bar

"Yes, it went wonderfully!" He noticed Frost. "That's your, uh, your dragon companion, right? Frost?"

"Yep." Frost says and smiles. "Greatly resized to fit in here, but still me."

"Well, it's great to meet you too." Ician smiled. "So, how have both of you been?"

"We've been.. decent." Arianwyn says and looks at Frost, whose scales continued melting due to room's temperature. "But we're used to a bit colder environments, you see.."

"Ah, of course." Ician nodded. "I would help, but... well, I'm not an ice mage, so... yeah."

"Well, I'll be stuck in this size for a few hours now... " Frost says and wraps one of his legs around Arianwyn. "If you have any questions for the big old me, go ahead and ask, before I run out there into the freezing mountains again."

"Nah, no questions really." Ician said. "Just wanted to see how you were doing, is all."

"Oh, okay." Frost said and sat down in the snow that was in the bar from the snowstorm.

"So, um..." Ician stared awkwardly at them. "... How's life?"

"Decent, how about yours?" Arianwyn says, looking at Ician. "Did you get a promotion?"

"Why yes, yes I did." He nodded. "Head Strategist. I'm pretty proud of myself."

"Congratulations, heh." Arianwyn said as she hugged the melting Frost, slightly soaking her.

"Thank you." Ician replied, smiling. "Of course, it does have its downsides. No more safe desk jobs for me. Right now I'm going to to handle a little bandit problem." He sighed. "It's been a while since I've seen actual combat. A while, of course, being all of about three days."

"I.. see. Had much trouble down there?" Frost asks.

"Nothing we... didn't manage to handle in the end. Mostly." He smiled. "At least I'm still alive for now. That's something to be thankful for."

Frost sighs, breathes some ice into the air and shapes it into a tiny bird.

Ician smiles at he watches Frost work his magic. "Not bad. I quite like it."

"Well.. if there's no more questions.." Frost starts "..Then I suppose it's about time we leave. We have a lot of ground to cover today." Arianwyn finished her sentence and her tea.

"I suppose I ought to as well." Ician said sadly. "Just wanted to see how this old hangout was doing after so long. I guess I took advantage of the time-freezing as well..." He chuckled. "Ah well. See you around, Arianwyn. Frost."

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"I said I'm fine," he snaps, becoming irritated with their concern. "You're a bloody pirate for Celestia's sake, what do you care if my head hurts a little? I'd have thought you'd be telling me to suck it up. I hardly know either of you, stop acting like you're my caring friends, I don't have any friends," he turns abruptly and sits heavily at the bar, slamming a hoof full of bits on the table and ordering several hard ciders, chugging one after another.

Graham gave Rain Blade a hurt look for a moment. However, it was soon replaced with a slightly bemused look. "Indeed I am a, 'bloody pirate, as you so graciously put it. However, I seem to be... Nicer, for lack of a better word, then one who guards others lives. Curious." He then stands up, and turns his back on Blade. "Oh, and everyone has friends, and can have friends, Mr. Blade. It's just a matter of making them; and you've made it abundantly clear that you do not wish to make them." He said as he walked away to sit in a new seat, away from Blade, and closer to everyone else.

Arianwyn nodded and stood up, walking towards the door. "See you later, everyone." She said. Frost also stood up and followed Arianwyn, ice forming on the ground where he stepped. They opened the door into the snowstorm and walked out, Frost started glowing again and started seemingly increasing in side as they walked further away from the bar, until he was in his full size again. Arianwyn flew on his back and they took off, the force of wings shaking the ground. The door closed.

He gives a snort, "I have a shrink to spew this crap to me, I don't need it from the likes of you as well," he throws his saddle bag over his back and storms out the door, slamming it behind himself.

Graham gave a small sigh before turning to Ician. He gave him a friendly, somewhat forced, smile. "I don't believe we've met before. I'm Graham. And you are?" He said, opting to leave out his profession for the time being.

"Okay..." Ician looked around uncertainly. "My name is Ician. Nice to meet you, Graham."

The door opens and a stallion enters, clad in a black cloak and mask, not an inch of his fur showing.