The imp's pointed ear twitched curiously as the money was placed in front of him. After a moment, he simply sighed and crouched by the pile of ice cream, ignoring the shiny money. "Ehh, forget it. Zzuby should know better now than to expect me to actually pay for anything." As he said this, Kric took one of the sweet treats and unwrapped it with quick experienced skill, popping it into his mouth and chomping down. When he first ate one, Kric couldn't take the cold on his fangs, but he easily got used to it to the point where he could eat a whole bar in mere seconds without an issue.

He was about to reply with an 'Of course, what did you expect?' when a loud bang made the poor imp leap several feet into the air, clinging to the roof with his black claws. "The hell?" His tail lashed furiously, the imp leaping along the wooden roof before dropping easily back onto the bar top in front of Glitch, not happy at all. "Just because you're angry about dying doesn't mean you can scare the pants off of others... Imps have sensitive hearing, you know?" He glared at the man, not bothering to take note of his appearance. How dare he ruin Kric's happy ice cream time?!

@Cherrywitch
Glitch jumps back seeing the small creature bumping into someone else. "I died?! He asks looking at the small creature, "But... I can't die... Wait so everyone in here is dead? Including me?

Artholath rolled his eyes at the obviously human creature throwing a hissy at the center of the bar. The other human was marginally interesting, yet this one quickly bored and irked him. Its inability to comprehend death would have been amusing if it wasn't glaring evidence of the incompetence of human perspective.

"Yes, human, you're dead, he's dead, she's dead, those-" He pointed at a few humans at another table- "Are dead and we're one dead happy group." The word 'happy' revolted him, as surely nobody could be happy in the excessive undead company of humans, but he let the sentence stand. At least he resisted the temptation to use the word family, as that would be an inexcusable concept - referring to humans as family, that is.

@ArenaSnow-Human(for now) @Cherrywitch-Mini Human
Glitched crossed his arms and huffs. "How dare you call me a human... I'm obviously not. My problem is that I'm origanlly lines of code, computer software in other turns. So how can I be 'dead'?" He asked look up at this other person growling sightly at this person before mumbling something under his breath, "Most humans are discussing revolting creatures. Same goes for you little mini human thing... Still don't know what you are actually."

"Who said I was dead...?" He grumbled, but didn't bother to correct the... man? Creature? Well, who cares, he was wrong anyway.

And then this... code thing calls him a human?! The imp bristled in rage. "Eh?! Who're you calling mini human, huh? I'm an imp! I'm a lower demon, but a demon nonetheless. Don't compare me to a human! And what the hell is a code anyways? All I know is that they're super noisy..." He grumbled, already becoming disinterested and turning away from the blue haired Glitch. Kric had more important matters to attend to... ice cream!

Glitch sighs and straigtens himself out. "Code are lines of text on a computer or phone screen. I don't know how to explain it honestly... You also need to chill, i didn't know imps even existed," he says then sighs and pulls out his computer and keyboard again and begins to take notes on everything that is happening.

@LChris314@Gutshot



The dragon looked at the funny human, keeping her focus even though he had caught her out.

"Not at all! I wanted to kill smalls! Like what they asked for!" she protested, then paused. Did someone say everyone was dead?

"Be right back! Save some smalls for me." she dashed out, looming for who said that.

"Did someone just say we were all dead?" she looked over at the bar (@The1Rolling1Boy@Cherrywitch@ArenaSnow@CandySatan)

The pink imp from before led all patrons interested in the snail fiasco silently into the kitchen. The little pink blob started shivering; snails were one of the only things that truly terrified him, other than Zzubus.
There stood the tavern's kitchen, with all the ingredients known to human, lizard, and hyposnachondriod kind. The only thing wrong about it were that large, pale yellow snails seemed to be slithering all over the place. "Z-zubus had to go I-into the back to h-help an important customer, so he can't deal with the snails. Please j-just remove the snails f-from the kitchen. _{Thank you for h-helping}", the little imp said, his body now wracked in shakes from his phobia. Quickly scurrying away, any patrons present were faced with about a dozen yellow spotted snails eating food and... Awkwardly conversing with the imps?
A rather fat snail found it's way towards Czurem (@medalliah) and, almost globbing his whole body weight onto the she-dragon, said, "My friends and I are a little... Um... Awkward. We're trying to be a little more talkative and... Um... friendly tonight, now that we're... Um... Dead... A-are we doing alright?" The employed patrons might have to call out into the bar room for a little more help with this...

@Gutshot

The chicken masked man walking over to the small pink imp pointing to it with his slender looking finger, "Guide me to the kitchen...i will kill them all" He said to the imp bringing his shotgun out of his jacket inspecting it quickly. It looked perfect like when he had it with him when he left that day, Checking also his switchblade seeing it was persistent like with his shotgun. He wondered if he had unlimited bullets like in Contra or would he have limited ammo like in the real world.

"Huh?" The imp's aqua eyes widened curiously at the clicking of the computer. What was that? Whatever it was, it certainly looked interesting...

Ignoring personal space, Kric leaped up onto Glitch's shoulder, holding on firmly with his clawed hands and feet but not so much as to cause any discomfort. Plus, he was quite light. It was like having a little puppy slung over your shoulder or having a parakeet perched there.

"What's that...?" Kric leaned forward to start to press buttons, curiosity getting the best of him like any of his fellow imps.

@Cherrywitch
Glitch jumps when he feels the little imp jump onto his shoulder before shrugging it off and ignores him being there. "Well umm, It's my computer that I designed myself while in my realm. This makes it so that I could code in objects that I can touch and use back before I apparently 'died' somehow."

@LChris314@Gutshot



Seems Czurem hadn't gotten far out before something had...globbed on her. "Uwah?! Hey don't jump on me!" she moved away, looking annoyed "look, if you want to fit in more...well, that's great. Everyone is welcome here, but you don't go onto people. Or demons, or birds, and especially not Dragons like me. We tend to flame-roast when provoked" she warned the snail thing. "So you're a...small was it? Smale? What's your name and how many are there of you?"

Red had just got done reaping a lost troll as he made his way towards the tavern, his scythe on his back. He opened the doors to sound of eternal patrons chattering. Red went up to the bar and said after getting the bartenders attention " One Zzubus's Famous if you please"