Recordings of Old Role-Plays at the ITW Sali
Rathana Offers to Sew Jax New Clothes
The Critical Hare is a Pest
A Doombunny Throws a Pie at Vizon
Ty & Meck Sabre Return
Vizon and Mnemeh
Vizon & Morcenia
Vizon Admits his Feelings for Mnemeh
Bainin's No Dear Abby
Vizon Remembers Lael
Why Xia & Jax Hated Wolves
Xia is Killed
An Old OOC Conversation at the ITW Sali
A Bloody Beast Stares at Lotar
Klyo tries to Kill a Pest
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Rathana Offers to Sew Jax New Clothes
*finishes scrubbing the counter and realizes that sali is somewhat busy tonight. she unlocks a cabinet of her best liquors and begins drying glasses.* Bar's open. Come and get your drinks. Rathana Click here to reply Replies: *starts humming as she dries the glasses. her humming shortly turns into softly singing to herself* no one loves me like you. no one loves me the way you do... (n/t) (Rathana) (06-Jan-01 02:28:18) *laughs to herself* and i thought it would be a busy night. (n/t) (Rathana) (06-Jan-01 02:42:02) (OOC: I can fix that...) BIC: A small coyote pokes his nose into the hall and sniffs cautiously...upon catching Rathana's scent he sticks his head in, ears perked forward. (n/t) (Jax) (06-Jan-01 02:44:13) are ye lonley miss Rathana (n/t) (Ivy Streambattle) (06-Jan-01 02:42:35) *smiles warmly as she looks up.* only slightly, but i've got my chores to keep me company. would you care for a drink? (n/t) (Rathana) (06-Jan-01 02:44:55) *has her back to the door and doesn't see him come in.* (n/t) (Rathana) (06-Jan-01 02:49:56) (OOC: Well...he hasn't exactly come in yet...not entirely...) BIC: He steps quietly into the hall, his double cloaks pulled tight aroun his thin shoulders. He stands quietly near the door frame. (n/t) (Jax) (06-Jan-01 02:55:33) (ooc: oops. sorry. got a little ahead of myself.) bic: *continues singing to herself seeing as how Ivy seems to have dissapeared. The counter is quickly fillinf up with sparkling clean glasses and dishes* (n/t) (Rathana) (06-Jan-01 02:58:45) Sorry Rathana im still here *a tear slides down her cheek* (n/t) (Ivy Streambattle) (06-Jan-01 03:02:45) what's wrong dear? (n/t) (Rathana) (06-Jan-01 03:04:23) The coyote notices the wolf is busy talking to an otter and waits, picking some grime from beneath a claw. His stomach growls, though it has had more food than it usually does. He's had both cocoa and tea the past few days... (n/t) (Jax) (06-Jan-01 03:10:15) *has started to pick up his scent and places something over the small stove, then checks the oven (ooc:this is a very modern bar you know!)* (n/t) (Rathana) (06-Jan-01 03:15:50) (OOC: Had no idea...) BIC: He cranes his neck, trying to see what she is doing... (n/t) (Jax) (06-Jan-01 03:23:55) *smiles and talks to him without turning* not yet, Jax. i'm not done so you can't see yet. (n/t) (Rathana) (06-Jan-01 03:26:36) *she stirs something in the pot on the stove and checks the item in the oven again, this time pulling out a covered pan. she lifts the lid slightly at smiles at the scent.* just right. (n/t) (Rathana) (06-Jan-01 03:32:02) He taps his paws together nervously and takes a few steps closer, nostrils flaring with interest, "What's not done?" (n/t) (Jax) (06-Jan-01 03:37:16) *looks at him and grins* patience. it's almost there. *she stirs the stuff in the pot again, a sweet aroma rising from the pot. at long last she takes the pot from the stove and pours its contents into a mug and places it on the counter in front of Jax, then lifts a deeper'n'ever pie from the covered container and places it next to the mug.* here you are. i thought you might like a late night snack. (n/t) (Rathana) (06-Jan-01 03:43:21) He grins from ear to ear and instantly begins to stuff his face, dripping crumbs and swallowing whole bites at a time. His tail wags back and forth as he downs the food hungrilly... (n/t) (Jax) (06-Jan-01 03:50:36) *laughs* i'm glad you like it. (n/t) (Rathana) (06-Jan-01 03:52:52) "Tank-oo..." He says through a mouthfull, then lifts the mug to his lips. (n/t) (Jax) (06-Jan-01 03:57:00) how's the drink taste? it's new. (n/t) (Rathana) (06-Jan-01 03:58:54) He pauses momentarily, a blank look on his face...he hasn't really tasted it...only chugged it down. He swallows, "Good...what is it?" (n/t) (Jax) (06-Jan-01 04:01:54) it's a warm butterscotch rum with milk and some vanilla for flavor. I'm not sure what to call it yet. any suggestions? (n/t) (Rathana) (06-Jan-01 04:04:52) "Um...." he stops and considers, then looks at her, "Scotchoney?" He shakes his head, "No...that's stupid..." (n/t) (Jax) (06-Jan-01 04:11:10) "Buttercream?" (n/t) (Jax) (06-Jan-01 04:13:40) hmm... i kinda like it... Scotchoney... it's a great name for my new drink! thanks. *smiles cheerfully* (n/t) (Rathana) (06-Jan-01 04:14:52) He scratches his thin-furred cheek then shrugs, diving back into his miniature feast. (n/t) (Jax) (06-Jan-01 04:16:29) *mixes herself a drink then finishes washing out the rest of the dishes. she sips her drink happily and munches on a cherry.* (n/t) (Rathana) (06-Jan-01 04:22:35) Re: Anyone care for a drink? (n/t) (06-Jan-01 04:23:48) (OOC: Oops - sorry for the wait...started to read something else...) BIC: He finishes off the drink and pie, running a finger along the pan to get every last bit of the gravy. Then he looks down at his shirt, sighting more of the delicious gravy dribbled down the front. He lifts the material to his mouth and licks it off. (n/t) (Jax) (06-Jan-01 04:37:13) *grabs a bottle of soda water and dampend a rag.*Here. us this. it'll keep the gravy from staining. (n/t) (Rathana (sorry i took so long)) (06-Jan-01 04:52:16) He chuckles, "You're not serious? He stretches the loose material between his paws and shows her a dense collage of stains and holes, "It doesn't matter..." He crosses his arms over the counter top and settles his chin across them, "Just another addition to my collection..." (n/t) (Jax) (06-Jan-01 05:00:50) *frowns* collection. bah! you're getting a new shirt. what about your pants? are they holy, too? and your cloak? *ducks behind the counter and pulls up a square section of the floor, then starts pulling an assortment of fabrics from the small hole in the floor* do you like any of these? (n/t) (Rathana) (06-Jan-01 05:05:56) He stares, his mouth hanging open... (n/t) (Jax) (06-Jan-01 05:10:59) *shrugs* what? (n/t) (Rathana) (06-Jan-01 05:13:26) He closes his mouth abruptly and shakes his head, incredulous, "Sure - yeah - any-" he swallows,"-will be fine..." (n/t) (Jax) (06-Jan-01 05:19:08) ok. *holds up a black fabric.* how about this twill for a new cloak? (n/t) (Rathana) (06-Jan-01 05:28:46) He thinks how much easier it would be for him to hide in something black...."Yeah..." (n/t) (Jax) (06-Jan-01 05:32:36) *searches through her pile of fabrics* i know i had some... here it is. *picks up a dark forest green piece of fabric. it's soft and light in her paws and she smiles at it.* This would make a good shirt. what do you think? (n/t) (Rathana) (06-Jan-01 05:38:10) "Ohhh...." He squats beside her and feels the fabric, "That's niiiice...." (n/t) (Jax) (06-Jan-01 05:47:49) *smiles* it'll be warm, too, even though it's lite. hmm... now one more... *searches through her pile of fabrics and finally comes up with a thick, smokey gray fabric.* how about this for a pair of pants? (n/t) (Rathana) (06-Jan-01 05:52:58) "Sure...." He says, though he would have agreed just as readily to any other color... (n/t) (Jax) (06-Jan-01 05:55:50) (OOC: I should probably go...) (n/t) (J's C) (06-Jan-01 06:00:50) *smiles brightly* oh good. then we're all finished going through the fabric. *she places the remaining fabrics back into their hole in the floor and replacing the boards* i'm going to have a lot of fun with these. you'll look great in your new clothes! *quickly puts all her dry dishes away and wipes down the counter once more.* oh dear, i must be going now. but i'll return again with your new clothes finished and ready. *picks up the fabrics and locks the liquor cabinets back up* good night! *leaves excitedly going over the new outfit* (n/t) (Rathana) (06-Jan-01 06:07:06) He looks after her with a smile, hardly believing his good fortune. He is never this lucky....Jax finds his discarded cloaks and puts them on again. Too good to be true...surely it will all come crashing down soon.... He shuffles off to the kitchens to find a warm closet or cupboard to pass the night in... (n/t) (Jax) (06-Jan-01 06:20:46)
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The Critical Hare is a Pest
Jarrel
**Jarrel turs deep red, then returns Avenna's kiss on her forehead**
Thank you Avenna!
**He no longer blushes**
Ave
*her cheeks turn to a light rose color, that always seems to be there* Welcome..
Tan Loc
Ye' are so pretty!
Joslynn
Thank-you Tan Loc!
The Critical Hare
"Oh Oh! Me me me! I want to dance! Dance with me!"
Jarrel
Me an' Tan Loc, should take you an' Joslynn to Salamandastron.
Joslynn
Well, I think this dance is dying.......
maybe it's over. Lets go.
The Critical Hare
"Oh? Is it a little building with a moon carved out on the front? If so - I've already been there. Nasty place. I don't want to go back."
Ave
Perhaps...*she hugs him*
The Critical Hare
He leaps back, pushing her away, "Madam, please! We do not know each other well enough to be moved by such affections!"
Ave
*she quirks a brow* I was talkin' to Jarrel...
The Critical Hare
"Ah...but you were MOVING toward ME." He winks knowingly.
Ave
I don't think I was...
The Critical Hare
"Oh how silly of me. Of course you weren't." Then he leans close and whispers, "Don't worry - I won't tell him about us."
Ave
*thinks that this hare is a bit on the crazy side, she turns back to Jarrel*
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Kry
*he starts twirling his staff again, in a slow, hypnotical circles*
The Critical Hare
A big white hare with buggy eyes skips up to the otter,
"Aha! A hypnotist! Hypnotize me! Hypnotize me!"
Kry
*he stopps twirling the staff, and snarls at the hare* Get out, I'm not a hypnotist. *moves his staff into a defensive position, as if to strike the hare*
The Critical Hare
"You'd better hurry up and strike me if you're going to because I'm feeling unusually resilient right now. But be careful not to strike me too many times because at three strikes you're out."
Kry
*he walks back while shaking his head, and sighs*
The Critical Hare
"Oh - come on you cowardly stick of cheese! Don't you want to go for a bally wallop on the ole coconut?"
Kry
I do not fight for no reason.
The Critical Hare
"You cannot speak with double negatives. That makes it positive. Thus, I would be glad to fight you for no reason, old bean!"
Kry
I told you: I do not fight for no reason
(Tries to post a new message to be rid of me)
Kry (talking to someone else)
*the twirling slows, and the smile fades, but his voice remains the same* What do you mean, 'fight right'? I'm just a bystander, and we have different weapons.
The Critical Hare
"Did I say that? Well we can fight wrong if you like. As long as it's fisty-cuffs."
Kry
*snarls* wasn't talking to you. Go away.
The Critical Hare
"Wot wot! How unprofessionally rude! I demand satisfaction for that subliminal insult!" He whacks a glove across the otter's face and sniffs.
Kry
I said, get away! *he jabs the butt of his staff into the hare's stomach*
OOC: I gotta go
The Critical Hare
"Pish posh!" The hare states, straightening, "That was nothing! You can do better!"
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Silverset
Hello all! What's new today?
The Critical Hare
The white hare sniffs, "Your perfume? or is that the old and moldy sort?"
Silverset
What are you talkin' about?
The Critical Hare
"Or are you not wearing any perfume? Is that your natural odor, hmmm?" He leans close, sniffing.
Silverset
**pushes the hare's face away**
Do you mean that in a good way or bad?
**rolls her eyes**
The Critical Hare
"Oh! Look out - your eyes are rolling away! I'll get them! Oops...you may need glasses now...."
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Rhiow Nightdark
*Enters in a burst of smoke and flame...
... then pauses to brush some ash off her green gown, ball room style. It is a very deep, almost black green, embroidered around the hem with a silvery light purple thread. The top is a long, light green cotton tunic with sleeves that bell out, covered by a darker green corsette that is also embroidered with silvery light purple thread. Bound across her forehead is a silver chain with a small crescent moon and sun pendant that is silver and gold. Looking around for anybeast she knows, she does an unceremonious flop on her couch, then flicks her ear nonchalantly.*
https://www.angelfire.com/ri/fighting/index.html
Valthore...my sadly barren website...needs members...
The Critical Hare
A white hare with a big grin walks up to her and pinches her "bell sleeve", "Could you describe that outfit to me, my dear? It's sooooo interesting to hear exactly what color your threads are..."
Rhiow Nightdark
Describe it? Well...you see it, and it's the most uncomfortable thing I've EVER worn...the things an empress has to do!! Argh! *wiggles her bell sleeve and makes a face at it*
The Critical Hare
"Empress! My lady!" He makes a long-legged bow, his long ears flopping over his head. Then he stands, twitching his nose, "And I suppose you're in need of an emporer? Search no further my dear! The Critical is here to fulfill that burdensome role."
Rhiow Nightdark
Very flattering, but I'm not exactly your species...we can chat though...have a seat. I'm Rhiow, and please treat me no other than a friend, I HATE formalities...and what's your name?
The Critical Hare
"Wot? Not your species? Why, I've never been so insulted in all my boggy days!" He trots off, nose in the air.
Rhiow Nightdark
*calls after him* Unless your blind sir, you would've seen I'm a wildcat...not a hare...I didn't think that would be an insult...
The Critical Hare
He bends over, folding his ears into cat-like points then turns,
"Ha! That shows how much YOU know!"
Rhiow Nightdark
*gets up and walks over to him, giving him a small poke, then a little tug on the ear* ((she is trying to make his ears straighten))
The Critical Hare
"Ooo ha ha ha! No fair, wot?" He re-folds one ear that has come partially unfolded. "I'm a bally CAT!"
Rhiow Nightdark
And I'm a squirrel...you're really a nut, to speak the truth. *goes back to her couch*
The Critical Hare
"What? You lied to me! All right then. If you are going to lie to me I am not going to be your emperor." He stalks away.
Misty
**looks at the hare** What's your name?
Namako
*8the femae wildcat glides over and smiles** Hey there...would you like to talk? **looks at the strange rabbit, then turns away**
Rhiow Nightdark
Sure...it's nice to see a beast of the same species. Have a seat!! Odd hare...isn't he?
The Critical Hare
He thinks a moment. "My name is...Bart...no...no - too yellow. My name is...Galan Dracos. Evil villain #6. No...not my type....hmmm....my name is....Zifnab Conquerer of Tree nymphs...oh - and dragons. Don't forget that - oh - and why don't you add on a "the third" to that? Sounds bally royal, don't you think?"
Namako
Sure is.**seats herslef** That hare has issues in my opinion
The Critical Hare
"Issues? Sorry - don't have any. I prefer a kerchief." He pulls a red handkerchief from his pocket. "This was a gift to me from John Wayne."
Rhiow Nightdark
Quite...soo...what's up? How are you? *cocks her head, then reaches into her haversack (which she ALWAYS has) and pulls out a flask of cherry cordial* want some? It's Cherry Cordial. Good stuff...*open sit and takes a sip*
Namako
Well you got issues whether you prefer them or not
Namako
Nothing much here...summer has just started **smiles** Thanks! I love cherry!
Rhiow Nightdark
Me too...rather partial too it...especially dark cherries. My orchards are FULL of cherry trees...I'll have so much cordial and whatnot I won't know what to do with it all!
The Critical Hare
"How dare you insinuate such a thing! Are you looking for a fight, my dear? A duel? Brains and brawn all over the floor?"
Rhiow Nightdark
I'll let you be emperor if you run all the way to the palace in 5 minutes...it's that way...*points*
Namako
My favorite is strawberries though, with sugar (: **takes a sip of the cherry cordial**
Namako
**laughs** I bet you won't make it in 5 minutes
Rhiow Nightdark
Oh yes...I got lots of those too...you should visit sometime...((I'm workin' on the palace right now...so no addy yet...))
The Critical Hare (slipping into a bad Scottish accent out of sheer boredom)
"Ach - yeh canna fool me thot'a easy, lass. Been dawn thot road a'fore an' I don'a find et ta my loikin."
Namako
Yay **claps her paws** Stawberries. I'll have to bookmark your site though. Are you letting members in it yet?
Sure why not...just go away please(to the Critical hare)
Rhiow
Well, then, my dear Critical Hare, if your flippant attitude was improved, maybe we would enjoy your company. And I'm too old to be called a Lass.
Rhiow
Yes, I am...you'll have to check it out though...it has...requirements. You'll understand if you visit it...The palace is bigger than the actual site...hee hee...it's HUGE...and I made all the BG's.
Namako
Right on Rhi!
The Critical Hare
"On one bally condition my dears - none of this fruity jabbering. It makes my eye twitch, see?" He leans his face foward and twitches his eye.
Rhiow
takes another sip of cordial.* So...Namako...tell me about yourself?
Namako
I love palaces **smiles** requirements are fine...I have nothing better to do **grin**I was working on a site..though it didn't work out?
So you've been around a long time, huh
The Critical Hare
"Ah yes, palaces. The bricks...the mildew...wonderful places, palaces."
Rhiow
Sorry..."fruity jabbering" is what I'm best at. Cordial? *offers the flask*
Namako
I'm basically an loner...I don't have any castles though. I'm an oldie....ever heard of Flairgold?
Namako
To the Critical Hare: They sound just like you're brain
Rhiow
Yep...I'm a vet too...was at Sali when the board was that different color...pink I think? Hmm...
The Critical Hare
"Oh wot nonsense. Chess only improves with age and I see it is the same with you."
Namako
It was black..then it changed to that blue...but I don't remember the pink. Flairgolds my char though.....
Namako
Chess?
The Critical Hare
"I think my nephew caught that lovely blue dance hall on fire...Pity, really. This is a shabby substitute. No Pennies on the floor either."
Rhiow
I'm sorry...but I g2g...my site addy's at the first Message I posted...nice talkin' to you...and thanks...Zifnab something something the third...toodles!
Namako
Good for you , why don't you go double check for pennies on the floor
The Critical Hare
"Or was it cheese? Either I suppose. One does learn chess better the older they get. I've heard nags are genius chess-players..."
Namako
Bye! nice talking to you too!
Namako
Wow? No bye bye hare
The Critical Hare
"Oh I think I'd see the bright penny if she were here...which she is not..." He shakes his head sadly.
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Fiona
**takes a swig of wine**
This is a dance board, how come there arn't any little woodlanders dancung? **shakes her head**
The Critical Hare
"Because they are all locked up in the celler where they turn into mushrooms at the strike of midnight."
Fiona
**stares at the hare**
Do you need some mental help?? You are insane.
Arn't there any vermin here?
The Critical Hare
"I am a vermin! Or at least - everyone always says I'm a pest..."
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A Doombunny Throws a Pie at Vizon
Lotar glares at the rabbits...then sips his drink. (n/t) (Lotar) (24-Jul-2000 01:17:38) Vizon looks over at Lotar, spinning his empty mug on the counter, "This is really boring." (n/t) (Vizon Rok) (24-Jul-2000 01:24:09) Lotar turns to get a good look at the mink...."Are you trying to start a conversation?" He says as he signals for another round. (n/t) (Lotar) (24-Jul-2000 01:26:36) *LP gets an evil look in her eye and troops off to the kitchen, coming back with an armful of pies* Boring, eh? *She launches a pie straight at the back of Vizon's head...* (n/t) (LP) (24-Jul-2000 01:29:33) He leaps to his feet, infuriated. He looks at the hare, a little perplexed and reaches his paw to the back of his head, bringing back a pawful of mush. He pulls out his sword and begins to stalk towards the hare. (n/t) (Vizon Rok) (24-Jul-2000 01:34:17) *Glares* I'm not a rabbit, I'm a hare! *Points at Kaddy* Wildcat. *Points at Greendodge* Otter. *points at Talen* Wolf. And Thresh is a squirrel. Doombunnies is just the name we're refered to as a whole. None of us are really rabbits.... (n/t) (LP) (24-Jul-2000 01:26:20) Vizon ignores Lotar again and turns to the hare, "What are you talking about? He didn't say anything." Vizon shakes his head and gets the bartender's attention for another refill of hard dandelion ale. (n/t) (Vizon Rok) (24-Jul-2000 01:30:06) Ah, pttb, spoilsport. *LP makes a face, and Kadharonon shakes her head at the hare* LP, You're a little to old to be acting like a dibbun... *LP* Nah, I'm just senile, don't mind me. *Kaddy* Whatever... (n/t) (Doombunnies) (24-Jul-2000 01:32:49) Brings the point of a well-polished blade to the hare's throat, "You'd better talk fast before I cut out your larynx." (n/t) (Vizon Rok) (24-Jul-2000 01:36:15) *Looks glazy-eyed at Vizon* Talk about what? (n/t) (LP) (24-Jul-2000 01:38:24) Vizon growls and makes two slashes with his sword. LP's whisker's float lightly to the floor. Then he eyes her with disgust and steps back, replacing his sword. He walks to the counter and grabs the bartender's rag to wipe the pie off the back of his head, then he points to the hare with a clawed finger, "Do that again, hare, and I'll lop off your floppy ears as well." (n/t) (Vizon Rok) (24-Jul-2000 01:43:25) *LP glares* I say, he's not very sporting, is he. Doesn't even give me a chance to draw my sword. *Kadharonon* The last time you used your sword, you almost killed yourself. *LP* That's not the point! *Kaddy* Yes, it is. But..... the expression on his face.... D'you have any more of those pies? *The giant wildcat grins evilly* (n/t) (Doombunnies) (24-Jul-2000 01:47:54) Lotar turns to watch the events unfold. (n/t) (Lotar) (24-Jul-2000 01:51:29) *Kadharonon weights a pie in one hand* Hmmm... Peach. Splatterieness? *LP* Not very good, because of the big chunks... How about a blackberry? *Talen* What are you two doing? *LP* Plotting. *KAddy hurls a blackberry pie at the wall* Hmm, not bad... *Talen* This is ridiculous... *Thresh, noticing them* You know, I could take a pie into the rafters... (n/t) (Doombunnies) (24-Jul-2000 01:56:15) Vizon glares at them and throws the rag over his shoulder after getting behind his ears. He walks over to his ale and finishes it off, mumbling to himself, "Just what I don't need...another dancehall brawl..." He turns and draws the wicked-looking sword from across his back again. He isn't afraid, for he is the best swordsman around, but he IS a little peeved.... (n/t) (Vizon Rok) (24-Jul-2000 01:55:27) *Talen sighs and walks over to Vizon* I'll try and calm them down, but the only thing those four exist for is to annoy. *Ppints over his shoulder at LP's group, which Greendodge has just joined* You see, quite a long time ago, LP was a notorious food-fighter... (n/t) (Talen, the calm one.) (24-Jul-2000 01:59:29) Vizon lowers his sword and shifts his weight to one booted leg, "Please. I am not in the mood. Someone might get hurt." (n/t) (Vizon Rok) (24-Jul-2000 02:01:50) Lotar looks over his shoulder...slighty amused at their wild antics. (n/t) (Lotar) (24-Jul-2000 02:03:46) All right. *He turns around and walks back to the plotting bunch, and taps on Kaddy's shoulder* Kadharonon, could I have a word with you? *Kaddy* Sure. *Talen points towards the doors* Outside. *He comes back in a few minutes later, scratched and mud-streaked* Alright, gals... Kaddy want to play Hide-and-Seek! *Thresh Ooo's and runs outside, followed closely by Greendodge. LP collapses on a couch* Whew, good thinking, talen, couldn't of kept up my charade much longer... (n/t) (Doombunnies) (24-Jul-2000 02:08:03) Vizon slowly replaces the weapon and eyes the hare coldly, ".............a charade." He pauses to emphasize, " You hit me with a PIE." He crosses his arms, in a foul mood. (n/t) (Vizon Rok) (24-Jul-2000 02:13:44) *Talengrins weakly* I don't think she remembers that. She's about three times as old as I am... and her memory tends to slip. *LP* Pie? I hit you with a pie? Dreadfully sorry.... *grabs the hilt of talen's saber and wrenches it out of his belt* But if you must insist on fighting... (n/t) (Doombunnies) (24-Jul-2000 02:20:28) *A female wolf in bright robes hustles into the room, grabs the saber from LP, and leads her away* Come on, back to your room.... (n/t) (Alenalare) (24-Jul-2000 02:23:57) Lifts a brow at Talen in question. (n/t) (Vizon Rok) (24-Jul-2000 02:24:13) *Talen sits down and watches his sister lead a protesting hare back to the caravan they currently occupy* Don't ask. (n/t) (Talen) (24-Jul-2000 02:27:22) Lotar looks in his mug and frowns in disappointment, as if he had been expecting some action (n/t) (Lotar) (24-Jul-2000 02:28:26) Vizon looks around and yawns. Then he leaves the hall for the night, giving the bartender a parting wave, "Put it on my tab." (n/t) (Vizon Rok) (24-Jul-2000 02:31:32)
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Ty & Meck Sabre Return
A tall mink strides in through the dance hall doors. His fur is sable and he wears a long brown overcoat. Sunday, 11-Feb-01 21:27:51 Message: 207.14.63.208 writes: He glances around quickly then heads for the bar... Vizon Rok Click here to reply Replies: Laurel is not here yet (n/t) (11-Feb-01 21:31:38) "Okay...I can handle that...heh heh..." he does not even glance up to see who spoke the words. (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 21:33:56) He commences filling a mug with blackbark, topping it off expertly without a drip. (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 21:31:52) *the wild cat waks over slowly, obviously not in a good mood but some how, ended up coming to the Sali. He nods to Vizon and sits down at the bar.* (n/t) (Tuhor) (11-Feb-01 21:33:07) He turns and sips some beer from the mug to ensure that it will not spill. Spotting the wildcat he smiles, "Hey Tuhor" then he goes to a nearby table and sits back comfortably in a chair. (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 21:36:20) Grr. . .Nevermind. . .I must leave the Sali unfortunately. . . bye. . . (n/t) (Tuhor) (11-Feb-01 21:39:09) *walks over* hullo Vi-oof *his greeting is cut short by his son pouncing on him* (n/t) (Skeeth) (11-Feb-01 21:41:58) "See ya, Tuhor..." He turns at the sound of his name and watches the squirrel get mauled by the dibbun with a trace of a smile. (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 21:43:32) **The stout mouse wanders in, blowing warm breath into her bare paws and rubbing them together vigorously. As she spots Vizon at his table, she smiles and waves, striding over slowly** I'm a little behind schedule, but I'm here. (n/t) (Laurel) (11-Feb-01 21:47:03) "Hello Laurel...fancy seeing you at the Sali..." he grins. (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 21:49:30) Yeah, I know. It's like some sort of unbelievable occurance. **She glances at Skeeth and his young leech breifly, grinning** (n/t) (Laurel) (11-Feb-01 21:52:52) *he places the dibbun on the ground but the dibbun stays clinging to him, he gives a sigh and walks over sits down* (n/t) (Skeeth) (11-Feb-01 21:48:26) With one black boot he kicks a chair out for the mouse, "Have a seat..." (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 21:54:56) *manages to pry the dibbun off for a second but is then tackled to the ground by three more* (n/t) (Skeeth) (11-Feb-01 21:59:17) **She plops down in the chair and leans back, propping her boots on the edge of the table** So what's new, Vizon? Sunday, 11-Feb-01 22:00:48 Message: 208.143.4.230 writes: Laurel
A wolf tentatively opens a door and steps through, scoping out the Sali. Sunday, 11-Feb-01 22:23:57 Message: 207.14.63.225 writes: His gaze rests on each individual creature in the hall, studying them intently as though straining to recognize any of them. As his eyes travel across the room they are instantly drawn to the black mink sitting at a table with a mouse and a squirrel. He cocks his head to one side, studying the brown overcoat and the apathetic look on the mink's face. He lets the door close behind him and slowly, tentatively approaches the mink. The wolf Click here to reply Replies: As the wolf nears, Vizon looks up from his drink with a raised brow. (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 22:25:07) **the otter was clearly surprised by the sleet storm** Sunday, 11-Feb-01 22:21:39 Message: 172.144.220.11 writes: **his black turtleneck sweater is soaked through and clings to his back, as his pants cling to his legs. the lanky otter doesn't seem to notice this, however, instead cradling his guitar to his chest to keep the ice out. he walks to the fire, after a nod at Laurel and Vizon, and leans the guitar against the hearth. After double checking the intrument, he peels of his sweater, sets it atop the hearth, and wraps a blanket around his shoulders. shaking his head, he walks over to join the mink and mouse** Banagher Vale Click here to reply Replies: "Hey Banagher...good to see you..." the mink nods at the otter then returns his attention to the strange wolf... (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 22:29:01) Same, **he returns, casting a questioning glance at the wolf as he sits down in an empty chair, pulling the blanket tight around his shoulders** (n/t) (Banagher) (11-Feb-01 22:31:51) **The mouse smiles and nods in greeting but the smile fades as she follows Vizon's gaze to the approaching wolf** (n/t) (Laurel) (11-Feb-01 22:31:45) The wolf takes a deep breath and then lets it out, his eyes never leaving those of the mink's. He smiles nervously – a strange reaction for such a hulking beast who could easily take on the mink and win in hand-to-hand combat, "Uh…are you, um…Unc- er…Vizon?" (n/t) (the wolf) (11-Feb-01 22:30:33)
**The mouse smiles and nods in greeting but the smile fades as she follows Vizon's gaze to the approaching wolf** (n/t) (Laurel) (11-Feb-01 22:31:45) **he nods briefly at the mouse, his eyes also drawn to the interaction between mink and wolf** (n/t) (Banagher) (11-Feb-01 22:33:24)
"I am Vizon, yes…" Vizon searches the wolf's eyes for familiarity. He feels he must know this wolf, and yet – he is not good friends with any wolf. He tends to keep his distance from the species in general after his…experience… (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 22:32:56) The wolf breaks into an all-out grin, white fangs gleaming frighteningly, "I'm Meck! 'member?" He looks at the mink hopefully. (n/t) (Meck) (11-Feb-01 22:34:40) It takes a moment for the realization to sink in – and the association. Vizon stares, mouth agape, "Meck? As in Ty Sabre's Meck?" (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 22:37:04) The wolf nods enthusiastically, "Yeah, heh…Ty's Meck…" (n/t) (Meck) (11-Feb-01 22:38:04) Vizon grins in amazement, "I can't believe it – you – you were just a pup…this high!" He holds his paw out about the height of his knees if he were standing. His brow suddenly knits and he looks into Meck's eyes, "Is he….is he….?" (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 22:42:03) **the otter watches the interaction between Vizon and the wolf, his eyes moving quickly back and forth between the two** (n/t) (Banagher) (11-Feb-01 22:43:00) "Oh 'e's 'ere all right! 'E takes longer, though…now…but 'e was right behind me…" Meck pads back over to the door and looks out through the raining sleet, "Oh 'ere 'e is…musta been nabbed by thur captain ter pay our fare…" (n/t) (Meck) (11-Feb-01 22:43:12) Vizon leaps out of his seat and dashes over to the door, his heart racing…Ty Sabre…his best friend…alive? And here??? He had to see it with his own eyes. Looking out the door he peers down the path, eyes squinting to see through the darkness and drizzle. A figure is making its way up the path. He is not swaggering like Ty, though, and the mink stares skeptically, craning his neck to make out the creature's face. (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 22:44:41) Ty makes his way up to the familiar dance hall with a grin, nearly forgetting his bad leg and the ice pouring down his back in his exultation. He stares at the enormous hall…it is just as he remembers… So many memories here…so many tragedies too… He strains to see the creatures at the door – one a wolf…the other…Ty breaks into a hobbling sort of jog, "'Ey! Vizon!" (n/t) (Ty Sabre) (11-Feb-01 22:46:51) **The mouse, looking utterly confused by all of this, rises slowly and follows the mink and the wolf to the door** (n/t) (Laurel) (11-Feb-01 22:46:47) The mink runs out of the dance hall to meet his friend, not caring one iota about the sloggy weather. He stops a few feet in front of him, grinning and shaking his head, "Ty……it's really you!" He grabs the fisher in a hearty embrace, "Good to have you back….good to have you back at last…" His voice cracks slightly and when he pulls away, wet streaks can be seen carving a winding path through the fur along the sides of his muzzle adding to the streaks of melting ice already there. He grins and bites his lip, clapping the fisher roughly across the back, "I was afraid you'd never make it…" (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 22:50:09) "I was sure I'd never see you again..." He looks down at the ground for a second, "I was sorry that I didn't...say goodbye..." (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 22:52:40) Ty grins his crooked sailor's grin swiping at his own eyes, "Good ter be back, Vizon… I was sure I'd never see ya agin either…" He joins the mink, walking toward the hall, dragging his bad leg along with some effort. (n/t) (Ty Sabre) (11-Feb-01 22:54:26) "What happened to your leg?" (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 22:55:32) "Aw…nuthin' much, har har…got inter a squabble with some lizards on thur way… I figure I'll be back ter meself in a few weeks er so…" (n/t) (Ty Sabre) (11-Feb-01 22:56:51) **the otter, who figures he'll learn all in good time, wanders over to the bar, blanket still over his back. He pours a bit of coffee from the kettle into a mug, then digs up a whisky bottle, pouring a shot into the black liquid. This in paw, he wanders back over to the table and sits down** Huh. **he looks at Laurel** Forgot there was a bartender tonight. Well, gave you a bit of a break, I guess. **he turns to watch the entrance of another beast, a fisher this time** (n/t) (Banagher) (11-Feb-01 22:56:01) **The mouse snickers** Heh, enjoy it while it lasts. Who's this Ty Sabre? Don't think I've ever met him before... (n/t) (Laurel) (11-Feb-01 22:59:31) **shakes his head, blowing steam off his coffee** Got me. Must be one of Vizon's old friends. (n/t) (Banagher) (11-Feb-01 23:01:18) Vizon and the fisher enter the hall, shaking sleet from their fur. Vizon flicks the collar of his coat in annoyance, then, as bits of ice go down his back he pulls the coat off entirely and shakes it out. He is still wearing his traditional black asp-skin vest, but his sword hangs at his side instead of across his back (usually hidden by the long overcoat). (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 23:01:08) The wolf trails the two, eyes bright and tail wagging. (n/t) (Meck) (11-Feb-01 23:02:36) Vizon approaches the table with a grin and slides his coat over the back of his chair. He glances at the otter and the mouse and gestures at the fisher with a grin, slapping a paw against his back in rough affection, "This is Ty Sabre...This is the guy who got me started coming here in the first place..." He looks at Laurel's face, "Don't you remember him, Laurel?" (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 23:06:21) **the otter nods, then throws in a genuine, if awkward, smile** Evening. 'm Banagher. (n/t) (Banagher) (11-Feb-01 23:08:50) "Ya know...I might've seen ya before, but my memory's a bit fuzzy...." He clears his throat and glances at Vizon, rubbing his nose. (n/t) (Ty Sabre) (11-Feb-01 23:08:59) **The mouse shrugs and offers a paw** Well, nice to meet you, regardless of whether it's the second time or not. (n/t) (Laurel) (11-Feb-01 23:13:05) **Rising to her feet, the mouse nods and smiles at the fisher, but shakes her head thoughtfully** Nope. I don't remember meeting him before... (n/t) (Laurel) (11-Feb-01 23:10:44) "Heh heh heh...yeah....I can see why..." The mink pulls out a chair, "Here, have a seat. Either of you want a drink?" (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 23:11:23) "I could kill for a good old hard ale....but I'm not so I should...I mean...you know...." He shrugs, looking self-conscious. (n/t) (Ty Sabre) (11-Feb-01 23:14:54) (OOC: So sure I should...) (n/t) (correction) (11-Feb-01 23:17:50) **the otter walks over to the hearth and feels his sweater. Finding it dry, he removes the blanket and pulls the sweater over his head. He then picks up his guitar and slings it across his back, walking back to the mink's table** Sorry to interrupt... But now that I finally got my sweater dry, I figured I'd better go get it wet again. **he doesn't laugh at his little joke, but throws in an odd salute** I'll catch you around. It was nice to meet you two. **he nods at Ty, Mek, and Laurel, then walks back out into the sleet** (n/t) (Banagher) (11-Feb-01 23:15:03) "Er...nice ter meet ya." The fisher nods and grins crookedly, lifting a paw in a short wave. (n/t) (Ty Sabre) (11-Feb-01 23:17:02) "Come on, Ty - we've got cause to celebrate here. Perfect excuse..." He grins. (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 23:20:19) Seeya 'round, Banagher. **The mouse turns to Ty with a smile, noding at the bar** Are you sure? I'd gladly get something for you. (n/t) (Laurel) (11-Feb-01 23:19:54) "Aw...one couldn't hurt, eh?" His face splits into a broad grin. (n/t) (Ty) (11-Feb-01 23:21:44) Meck looks from one face to the next, unsure of what to say, "I'll get one too." he says in a low voice, raising a finger. (n/t) (Meck) (11-Feb-01 23:23:49) Arright, then! **The mouse starts to fill a second tankard, speaking as she does so** You want something, too, Vizon? (n/t) (Laurel) (11-Feb-01 23:27:30) Of course not! **The mouse grins and jogs off to the bar to fill a tankard to the rim with dark, foamy ale** (n/t) (Laurel) (11-Feb-01 23:25:06) Vizon clears his throat and calls after her, "And I'll get my usual!" (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 23:26:37) **Filling up the third and final tankard with a darker beer, she loads the three drinks on a tray and hefts it up to her shoulder level with one arm, striding back to the table** (n/t) (Laurel) (11-Feb-01 23:32:21) "Ah! I ain't 'ad an ale in what seems like centuries!" The fisher reaches for a tankard like a newborn babe after milk. (n/t) (Ty Sabre) (11-Feb-01 23:36:45) Vizon lifts his blackbark from the tray carefully so as not to unbalance the mouse's hold. (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 23:38:16) The wolf sits silently watching and waiting since he's on too far away to grab the last tankard without crawling across the table top. (n/t) (Meck) (11-Feb-01 23:40:28) (omit the "on") (n/t) (M's C) (11-Feb-01 23:41:44) **The mouse sets the tray down on the table and reseats herself** Where would you be that is so deprived of ale? (n/t) (Laurel) (11-Feb-01 23:38:53) "Huh....he middle of nowhere..." The fisher grunts and tips the tankard back for a long guzzle. After a few seconds he surfaces with a grin of ecstacy, "Aah...." he sighs, shaking his head in wonder, "I forgot 'ow much I love that thur stuff..." he wipes a stray tear from his eye, "It's been sa long..." (n/t) (Ty) (11-Feb-01 23:45:57) (he = the...sorry...) (n/t) (Ty, OOC) (11-Feb-01 23:47:55) **The mouse grins** Well, welcome back. I've gotta head out. Back to the ole coal mines, ya know. Hopefully I'll be around more often for a while, but, as always, no promises. Later, folks. **The stout mouse grins one more time, retrieves her cloak from her chair, and strides out of the Hall** (n/t) (Laurel) (11-Feb-01 23:52:44) "See ya!" Vizon says, waving her off and turning back to Ty. (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 23:59:41)
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The mink leans back in his seat against a pillar, laughing, Monday, 12-Feb-01 00:18:56 Message: 207.14.63.75 writes: "And remember the time I almost killed you when you were dancing with that otter and knocked me off my bar stool?" Vizon Click here to reply Replies: "I remember dancin with thur otter and ya trying ter kill me, but fer some reason I cain't recall fallin inter ya, har har!" (n/t) (Ty Sabre) (12-Feb-01 00:21:33) "That's 'cause you were smashed...heh heh... I bet you didn't even remember who you danced with by the next morning..." (n/t) (Vizon) (12-Feb-01 00:24:54) "I remember 'er name started with "N"...I think...." the fisher frowns and scratches his head. (n/t) (Ty) (12-Feb-01 00:26:29) "Yeah...it was a rare occasion that you were sober, my friend...when you finally quit you were almost a different beast entirely..." The mink raises his mug to his lips, draining the last of the blackbark. (n/t) (Vizon) (12-Feb-01 00:31:22) "Er....well....I s'pose in a way I was..." he presses his lips together tightly and nods. (n/t) (Ty) (12-Feb-01 00:33:22) The wolf swirls an almost full tankard of ale around boredly, "I can't believe you guys actually like this stuff...it tastes like rotten juice..." (n/t) (Meck) (12-Feb-01 00:35:14) The mink laughs, "Ha ha! Well, that's just about what it is...though most beasts prefer the term "fermented" over "rotten", heh heh..." (n/t) (Vizon) (12-Feb-01 00:36:35) "Mmmm...." the wolf looks unimpressed, "Ya want thur rest o' this then? Or you, Ty?" He pushes the tankard to the middle of the table, resting his head against an arm. (n/t) (Meck) (12-Feb-01 00:39:03) "I wouldn't mind a bit more..." Ty reaches for the mug quickly. (n/t) (Ty) (12-Feb-01 00:40:28) "Funny...I don't recall you being drunk, Ty..." (n/t) (Meck) (12-Feb-01 00:53:07) "Er...." the fisher looks to Vizon for help. (n/t) (Ty Sabre) (12-Feb-01 00:53:58) "He lowered his intake when you came along, Meck. So he was just good and damp instead of sodden, heh heh..." (n/t) (Vizon) (12-Feb-01 00:55:26) The fisher yawns audibly, then looks groggily around at his companions. (n/t) (Ty) (12-Feb-01 00:58:04) After watching the fisher yawn, the young black and white wolf follows suit, exposing a maw lined with sharp white teeth. (n/t) (Meck) (12-Feb-01 01:00:08) Vizon catches the contageous yawn as well, then eyes his empty tankard, "You two've had a long journey. Perhaps we should turn in..." (n/t) (Vizon) (12-Feb-01 01:02:05) "Now that ya mention it, I do feel a bit taxed..." Ty stands, straightening his belt and sniffing. (n/t) (Ty) (12-Feb-01 01:04:20) Meck nods his agreement, his eyelids weighing heavily. (n/t) (Meck) (12-Feb-01 01:05:18) They head out of the dance hall together, still laughing about something or another. Soon the trio's voices fade into silence, and the Sali is left to its own once more. (n/t) (12-Feb-01 01:13:37)
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A young but rather large wolf enters through Sali doors... Wednesday, 14-Feb-01 00:18:38 205.162.160.164 writes: He glares around the hall, arms crossed, then looks back out the door from whence he came, his ears flattening and lifting periodically. Meck Click here to reply Replies: Soon a dark-furred fisher joins him, dragging his bad leg along with a grin. Upon passing through the dancehall doors, he stops and chuckles to himself, looking around at his old haunt. It is still hard for him to believe he is finally back again.... (n/t) (Ty Sabre) (14-Feb-01 00:22:42) "Mmm...." the fisher turns to his wolf companion with a frown, "May'aps I should come a bit earlier..." He scans the hall with a sigh, "Not a soul around..." (n/t) (Ty) (14-Feb-01 00:33:32) The wolf says nothing, watching to see what the fisher will do next....a silent follower. (n/t) (Meck) (14-Feb-01 00:45:11) "Well...might as well enjoy a drink er two while we're 'ere, eh Meck?" He limps toward the bar. (n/t) (Ty) (14-Feb-01 00:47:37) The wolf trails him behind the bar and grabs up two empty mugs to fill, "Here...I'll get it...what do you want?" (n/t) (Meck) (14-Feb-01 00:51:01) "Oh...a'right...uh...'ow 'bout 'ard cider t'night?" He gestures at a keg with a picture of an apple on the label. (n/t) (Ty) (14-Feb-01 00:53:43) He fills one mug with the hard cider, then pauses, "Is there anything here that's not...rotten?" His muzzle wrinkles slightly with the last word. (n/t) (Meck) (14-Feb-01 01:04:18) Ty stops and turns his head to gaze at the wolf with his typical crooked smile, "Ya don' like alchohol, eh? Well....ever'beasts' got differnt tastes I s'pose...." He scans the kegs and bottles, leaning most of his weight on his left leg, "I guess there's fizzy stuff...that little keg right there on thur edge o' thur counter's strawburry fizz I think..." After pointing it out he continues toward a table, shaking his head and muttering, "Don' like alchohol...what kinda creature 'ave I raised?" (n/t) (Ty) (14-Feb-01 01:11:46) Meck fills the other mug with the strawberry beverage and joins the fisher just as he sits. He says nothing at first, but drinks the fizz. After the first swallow his brow raises with mild surprise, "Mmmm...not bad..." (n/t) (Meck) (14-Feb-01 01:21:33) The two beasts sit and drink, discussing old memories and recent encounters. Meck presses the fisher to explain the kidnapping, but when confronted with the question of "why" he has an aversion to black mages, the fisher changes the subject. Instead they begin to plan a visit to the old pine marten, Martes, whom they both hold a high affection for... (n/t) (Ty Sabre & Meck) (14-Feb-01 01:28:59) Soon the mugs are empty and a stale silence decends upon the two lonely figures in the middle of the huge hall. Ty stands and clears his throat, "Well....guess we aughta get goin'...not much ta do 'ere..." The wolf nods in agreement and the two head for the doors, abandoning the Sali once more to the silvery impressions of dancing ghosts from the past... (n/t) (Ty Sabre & Meck) (14-Feb-01 01:34:16)
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Vizon & Mnemeh
A tall black mink walks wearily through the entrance, shoulders drooping.
He looks over at the bar and spots Mohok waiting for him next to a rat. He walks over to join them practically collapsing onto a bar stool,
"I don't know how much longer I can stand working for that pompous lump of a muskrat...I never get a break and my back's killing me. It's not worth it..." He swipes a paw across his damp forehead.(Vizon Rok)
Mohok jabs a thumb over his shoulder with a grin, "I think you've found your long lost love, Rok." (Mohok)
Vizon looks at the hare in confusion then lifts his eyes to the window. His eyes grow wide for a moment and Mohok laughs. Vizon slugs him roughly on the shoulder and walks over to meet Mnemeh.... (Vizon Rok)
**Watches him leave, supposing his name is Vizon Rok and he needs a new job** (Drannor)
*Mnemeh glances towards him with an eyebrow raised before averting her gaze to the window.* (Mnemeh Trakat ))
He walks up to her, a look on his face that bespeaks immeasurable relief and happiness, "Mnemeh..." His face breaks into a full fledged grin and his eyes seem to moisten more than is usual... (Vizon)
*Mnemeh smiles upon seeing him* Hello, Vizon... (Mnemeh)
I, uh - just happened to drop by as I was passing through..." From the bar Mohok yells at them, "Yeah whatever Rok! He's been waiting around for you for more than a week! HA!" Vizon's lip twitches slightly at the hare, his eyes glaring murder. (Vizon & Mohok)
*Mnemeh chuckles softly upon Mohok's outburst* I am quite aware of that, sir. (Mnemeh Trakat)
Vizon looks at her, surprised, "You knew?" (Vizon Rok)
*Mnemeh nods* Penny has told me much.
Listen, I have to go – I'll be back in a few minutes…she leaves the hall in a hurry. (Mnemeh Trakat)
(Later…)
*Mnemeh walks towards the mink, her paw once again rests protectively upon her stomach. she speaks only when she has stopped advancing towards him.* I have returned, sir. (Mnemeh Trakat)
He looks up, having stayed in the exact position in which she left him, "You okay, Mnemeh?" He looks at her with concern. (Vizon)
*Mnemeh glances at her paws before averting her gaze to Vizon* There is much to speak of ....... (Mnemeh Trakat)
His tough sailor's face masks whatever feelings he may be having. He waits for her to continue. (Vizon)
*Mnemeh shakes her head indicating that she will not speak before she is sure of his feelings* (Mnemeh Trakat)
He looks at his boots, hands folded across his knees, then looks back at her, the slightest hint of worry in his eyes, "I thought you recovered..." (Vizon)
*Mnemeh shakes her head a second time* There is no illness in my condition...*she trails off waiting for him to speak* (Mnemeh Trakat)
"Mnemeh - you're not telling me something..." (Vizon)
*Mnemeh raises an eyebrow* And you are not telling me something... (Mnemeh Trakat)
"What's that supposed to mean? What is there to tell? What is going on?" His brow draws together with a mix between worry and confusion (Vizon)
*Mnemeh shakes her head for the third time. she raises her blue eyes to meet his* Is there? (Mnemeh Trakat)
"Is there what?" His voice raises in pitch and he holds his paws out in surrender. (Vizon)
"Look, maybe I'm just stupid, but I have no idea what the heck you want me to say!" he says in bewilderment... (Vizon)
*Mnemeh frowns for the first time* Never mind, then. I suppose 'tis unimportant anyway. (Mnemeh Trakat)
A thought strikes him and he looks at the floor in silence, wringing his paws.(Vizon)
"I missed you, Mnemeh." He mutters. (Vizon)
*she nods, her eyes transfixed upon him. she speaks softly* I know. (Mnemeh Trakat)
"I came back...for you. To see you again." He rubs the back of his head self-consciously. (Vizon)
*Mnemeh remains silent, waiting for him to continue* (Mnemeh Trakat)
"I feel like something is missing when you are missing - it's - I - I don't know...." He sighs and buries his face in his paws then speaks through his fingers, "I've never felt like I had to see someone like this. I had to see you again." He smiles bitterly, "I really don't know what I'm saying...just mindless rambling I suppose. Sorry." (Vizon)
*Mnemeh's brow knits* No more beating about the bush, Vizon, are you saying that you love me? *she doesn't so much as blink an eye as she speaks these words* (Mnemeh Trakat)
He shakes his head, his eyes wide and his hands trembling, "I - I don't know - I don't know what love is supposed to be - or feel like." (Vizon)
*Mnemeh shakes her head for the fifth time that night* Few do, Vizon. (Mnemeh Trakat)
He stares vacantly at the ground, rubbing his paws together... (Vizon)
*Mnemeh falls to her knees beside him, her paws upon his. her eyes look to his* Not everything must be decided at this moment, Vizon. I shall give you some time to think. *she rises and leaves*
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At one point, some anonymous creature tells Vizon to meet Mnemeh at the lake. So he walks quickly to the lakeshore but finds no one there yet. He looks out over the lake and begins to skip rocks across the shimmering surface, contemplating his situation. He's not in love, is he? How could he - Vizon Rok - play such a game? Such thoughts of mindless romance usually sicken him, but he wonders if what he feels is really love. He came back for Mnemeh, really, and he finds it difficult to picture a happy life without her serene blue eyes and her soft, becalming voice. Finally he sees someone approaching...
*Mnemeh walks towards Vizon. as she nears, it seems that there is something slightly different about her, something unplaceable, but most definitely different. the waves lap calmingly about her ankles,and the breeze ruffles her poet's shirt. she does not carry the staff with her this time. She stops a few feet from Vizon* Sir, there is much to say. Before you make up your mind about your feelings for me, know that I am with child. *the serenity of her voice is slightly unnerving. she pauses before continuing* Thechild doesn't have a father, of course, it neverdid... *she trails off, her eyes remain upon him, waiting for his reaction.*
Vizon's heart leaps into his throat and his mouth opens slightly in surprise,"You......YOU, Mnemeh?" He manages to stutter, his eyes wide with disbelief. "How can that be?" But he quickly realizes he may be delving deeply into private affairs. He shakes his head, "I'm sorry...it's not my business..." He swallows and looks out across the lake. Apparently he does not know the otter as well as he thought he did.
*Mnemeh stares at him, unsure of whether to be angry at him or not* You honestly think that I would do that before marriage? You know me then, not in the least for I have not done as you believe. I wanted a child,Vizon, that does not mean that I shall go against my morals. This child is not a bastard child. I am not a common wench to do as such. *she looks him in the eyes, her eyes narrow as she speaks, her tone remains calm as always.*You think there's a father,don't you? *she glares at him, shaking her head in slight disbelief* How could you? I thought you knew me better than that, Vizon. *her eyes bore into his before her eyes turn from Vizon to ocean* *she chuckles bitterly* And you thought that youmight love me....
"Well as long as I've been alive that's been the only way..." He mutters, crossing his arms, frustrated at her indignant reply. How else could such a thing occur? "Well did you go and get married then?" He gropes for an answer, his voice wavering a bit. His veins protrude from his forearms and he blinks more often then he needs to.
*Mnemeh turns to him* There is another way, Vizon, by magic. *she raises her eyebrow slightly* And pray tell whom shall I marry? the child has no father. I am in no way involved with anyone in that manner as you believe me to have been.
If I were married, do you not think I would have told you? Of course I am not married. I just was impregnated recently. I am not the sort to just run off and get married without there being any affections involved. I do not get married just for the heck of it!
He lifts an eyebrow at her but decides to keep his trap shut before he gets in any more trouble. He lets out a deep sigh. She was always leaping to conclusions...It was a characteristic his father used to have as well...
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['There's a half eaten pastie on the floor! Vizon???']
'It wasn't me...'
['Don't you take that kind of attitude with me boy - clean this up right now! I'm sick of your sorry excuses. You need to learn not to lie to your father...']
'But it wasn't me!'
['That's enough back-talk boy - you're grounded for a week!']
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He shakes his head, "Mnemeh, don't be angry - How was I supposed to know?"
*Mnemeh puts her paw to his face* I am not angry. I cannot be angry with you, Vizon. I was irritated, I suppose, that you would think that of me, but never angry. *takes her paw away* You are angry with me now, I presume? I did not mean to hurt you in any way, and I do love you, Vizon.
He shakes his head,
"No, not angry. Just frustrated. Look, Mnemeh, I've been thinking about this a lot - just like you said. You're one of the best things that's ever happened to me. You're great to talk to and you have many special qualities that I envy. I truly believe I have never loved anyone more - " He pauses and smiles, "Except perhaps my mother..." He chuckles a little then his face tightens seriously again, "I would love to stay with you and help you where you need help, but I don't think I would be any good as a...uh...more permanant companion. I think you deserve someone with a bit more class. Someone who can stay with you all the time. Someone who is content to stay where he is and perhaps even become an abbot when he's old." He glances at her stomach briefly then returns his gaze to her eyes, "And it's not the kid that's making me say this - I love kids. I just don't want to pull you into some of the things I'm mixed up in. I live dangerously and I've made many enemies, Mnemeh, and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happened to you because of me." He grips her paw in his and squeezes it. "I don't trust myself with someone as great as you."
Vizon, I can take care of myself. I would be willing, in any case, to be with you and you alone, no matter the circumstances. I do not want to be with an abbot. In all of my life, the few times that I have smiled were when you were around. Do you honestly think that an abbot could try to make me smile, or anyone else for that matter? * her face is grim as she pauses for a moment before continuing* But this is your choice, and you have chosen what you think is best. If you are sure that this is what you want then I shan't stand in the way of it. *she nods slightly as though a farewell* Until we meet again, Vizon. *she sets off in the direction she came, neither faster nor slower than before. the waves lap once more against her footpaws, as calmingly as before, oblivious to all that had happened*
"No wait-" He jogs after her and puts a paw to her shoulder. She turns and sees his face contorted with concern, "I - I don't want you to leave me standing here. I know what I want..." He pauses a moment, stroking the light brown fur of her cheek and his voice continues in a whisper, "I want to be with you - more than anything. I can't see living without you any more. You have become a living part of me.....I can't bear the thought of losing you.... I need you..."
*Mnemeh shakes her head slightly* what makes you thinkthat you have lost me? You shall never lose me, sir.*she kisses the paw that strokes her cheek* I am here,I am yours.....always.
He lowers his gaze and bites his lip, then manages a slight smile (no doubt in an effort to make light of the tear that escapes his serious sailor's composure). Silence reigns momentarily as his mind draws a blank, then he clears his throat and looks around self-consciously, "So...would you like to join me in a drink at the Hall then?"
*Mnemeh chuckles softly at the sudden change ofsubject, which soon dims to a smile* I would, sir.
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*barely a breeze is heard to announce the arrival of the beast*
*the light brown otter walks languidly to a table. in her paws is an intricately carved staff. the only sound heard from her being is the slight rustling of her poet's shirt which she wears over black leggings. her deep blue eyes search the Hall warily before she sits down at a nearby table*
Mnemeh Trakat
He follows her in, "What would you like?" (He seems to have regained his hard-core attitude) (Vizon) Just some water, I suppose. (Mnemeh Trakat)
"Right." He walks over to the bar and gets a water and a blackbark beer. Returning with one in each hand he sits across from the otter with a sigh and passes her her water. (Vizon)
*Mnemeh tilts her head slightly to a side* Is something wrong? (Mnemeh)
He smiles, "Absolutely not." Then takes a drink of his beer, wiping the white foam quickly from his whiskers. "Heard anything about Ty?" (Vizon)
*Mnemeh shakes her head* I was hoping that you had. I have not seen nor heard of him since the fight with Shatter. (Mnemeh) OOC: I g2g. BIC: * Mnemeh stands up slowly, almost hesitantly* I fear I must go, sir.(Mnemeh) His brow lowers when he receives no consolation about his friend, then he looks up with a bit of surprise as Mnemeh stands to go. He should be used to her abrupt departures by now, but he calls after her, "When can I see you again?" (Vizon)
*Mnemeh turns back to him* Tomorrow, sir. (Mnemeh)
*Mnemeh nods slightly* And now, sir, I bid the farewell, until we meet again. (Mnemeh)
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*she enters* *the otter's deep blue eyes scan the room once before resting upon a windowsill nearby. she walks silently towards it and seats herself there. a slight breeze ruffles her light brown fur, and dances across her poet's shirt. the intricately carved staff in her paws, she allows to lean against her legs which are clad in black leggings. she sits quietly, almost unnoticeably in the windowsill, watching the waves pound tirelessly upon the shore* Mnemeh Trakat He appears in the door frame quite abruptly, the thud of his boots echoing the hall. He pauses and looks around, chewing edge of his lip and then notices her. (Vizon Rok) He approaches the otter with his usual grim face, but something sparks in his eye when he looks into her face and the corner of his mouth rises slightly... (Vizon) *she smiles as she sees him* And so we meet again. (Mnemeh) His face breaks into a modest grin and he looks at the ground briefly before looking back into her eyes, "I, uh...brought you something...from my last voyage." He extends a paw, his rough black-furred palm concealing the gift momentarily. (Vizon) *she glances down at his paw before looking back into his eyes with slight puzzlement* Really? What is it? (Mnemeh)
He turns his hand and opens it, revealing a small braclet made of many tiny round pearls and one blue sapphire. "It, um...reminded me of your, uh - it reminded me of you." (he was going to say "eyes" but thought it'd be too corny) (Vizon) *Mnemeh looks upon the gift with slight awe before averting her gaze to Vizon* You did not have to get it, you know. * she glances down at the bracelet and smiles* But it is beautiful. Thank you. ( Mnemeh ) He rubs the back of his neck and looks around, gritting his teeth then scratches his nose. "You're welcome." (Vizon)
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Vizon and Morcenia
*two cloaked figures enter* Friday, 12-Jan-01 14:36:32 38.185.162.9 writes: *the blue-eyed otter looks as she always has. a heavy, black cloak engulfs her poet's shirt and black leggings, and in her arms is a staff. the only thing that has changed is that in place of a small babe, a young dibbun now stands. the otter dibbun has dark brown, nearly black, fur. her light blue eyes, though, resemble her mother's. a cloak overwhelms her figure. the hood is pulled over her head. one can make out that she is clad in a black robe. she looks at Vizon and then at her mother* Is that him? Mnemeh Trakat and Morscenia StellaMoon Replies: He stands quickly, knocking his beer over, "Drat..." he says as it spills and drips off the table, he smiles, "Hello, Mnemeh..." (n/t) (Vizon) (12-Jan-01 14:44:14) *Mnemeh smiles* Hello, Vizon. *Cenia goes and retrieves a cloth and begins to clean the mess upon the table. she gives him a small smile as she glances up momentarily to greet him* Hello, sir. (n/t) (Mnemeh and Morscenia ) (12-Jan-01 14:47:54) "Oh - hey - you don't have to do that - " he squats down beside her, grinning, "It's my mess...I'll take care of it." (n/t) (Vizon) (12-Jan-01 14:49:16) *she shakes her head slightly* 'Tis alright, sir, I have already cleaned it up. *she stands and goes back to the bar, returning the cloth. When she returns she looks up at the mink that she has heard so much about* (n/t) (Morscenia) (12-Jan-01 14:51:54) He swallows and grins, staring at the small otter, "You've grown so much..." He glances over at Mnemeh and smiles. (n/t) (Vizon) (12-Jan-01 14:54:17) *Cenia grins, a rare thing for her* I try, sir. *Mnemeh chuckles softly* How have you been, sir? (n/t) (Morscenia and Mnemeh) (12-Jan-01 14:56:19) "Oh...fine..." He nods, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly, "What about you?" (n/t) (Vizon) (12-Jan-01 14:58:39) *Mnemeh smiles slightly* I missed my best friend, you. *Morscenia looks expectantly up at her mother. Mnemeh chuckles once more* I am lucky that I came back. I was running out of stories about you to tell Cenia. (n/t) (Mnemeh and Morcenia ) (12-Jan-01 15:02:42)
He grins, though his forehead creases worriedly, "I missed you....very much..." He holds her paw. (n/t) (Vizon) (12-Jan-01 15:05:56) *Morscenia looks up at Vizon* Would you mind very much giving me a more detailed version of your confrontation with the wolf pack? *Mnemeh shakes her head slightly, but smiles fondly upon her daughter* I told you all that there is to tell, Cenia. *Cenia looks pleadingly up at the mink* (n/t) (Morscenia and Mnemeh) (12-Jan-01 15:09:21) "Aha....he says, smiling down at the little otter affectionately, "I can tell you even more stories..." (n/t) (Vizon) (12-Jan-01 15:12:11) *her large blue eyes sparkle excitedly. a small smile plays upon her lips* Really, sir? (n/t) (Morscenia) (12-Jan-01 15:14:15)
"I have a rather good one about this same mink fighting an evil black cat that likes to eat dibbuns..." He pauses, "Er...but maybe I should not tell you that one...." (n/t) (Vizon) (12-Jan-01 15:14:18) *Mnemeh chuckles* I wouldn't worry too much about that. She has read much more horrifying tales from the small library that one of the members of my groups maintains. *she nods in agreement with her mother* I really wouldn't mind listening to that, sir. I haven't heard the tale as of yet. (n/t) (Morscenia and Mnemeh) (12-Jan-01 15:16:36) "What? You haven't?" He says in mock-surprise, "Well, I'll just have to tell you sometime..." He pats her on the head with a grin. (n/t) (Vizon) (12-Jan-01 15:20:52) *Morscenia nods* Sometime. *she pauses and retrieves a book from the pouch at her side* I shall go and read this for a while, though. *she turns and walks to another table, farther away from the noise. Mnemeh watches her until Cenia sits down. the light brown otter averts her gaze to Vizon* Have you heard anything from or of Ty or Meck? (n/t) (Mnemeh ) (12-Jan-01 15:30:05) "Ty? Who's that?" Though obviously he's kidding, his smile is forced. He lets the smile fade and he looks toward a window, "Not a thing..." He looks down at the floor, then back into her eyes, his jaw-line hard from clenching his teeth, "I'm beginning to fear the worst..." (n/t) (Vizon) (12-Jan-01 15:35:04) *Mnemeh squeezes his paw slightly. she places her other paw on his cheek* Ty can more than take care of himself and the wolf cub. (n/t) (Mnemeh ) (12-Jan-01 15:38:45)
"Against an entire pack of angry wolves? I do hope so, Mnemeh. I really do..." He bites his lip then looks around, "Let's find a place to sit..." (n/t) (Vizon) (12-Jan-01 15:42:24) *Mnemeh nods and motions to a table nearby. as she leads him towards it, she speaks* Some wolves are honorable. (n/t) (Mnemeh ) (12-Jan-01 15:43:57) Besides that, they know that Meck loves Ty. If anything happened to Ty, Meck would definitely not cooperate with the wolves, and they do need his cooperation. (n/t) (Mnemeh ) (12-Jan-01 15:46:04) He nods, but says nothing and sits. (n/t) (Vizon) (12-Jan-01 15:51:26) *Mnemeh hesitates before speaking* Someone that I used to know said that if you cared enough for someone, you would know if anything happened to them, no matter how far apart you were. *Mnemeh glances at Vizon, searching for any reaction* (n/t) (Mnemeh ) (12-Jan-01 15:56:03) His brow lifts a bit and he nods subtley, "Perhaps..." (n/t) (Vizon) (12-Jan-01 15:58:10) *Mnemeh nods in silent agreement. her gaze averts to the table and remains there* (n/t) (Mnemeh ) (12-Jan-01 16:02:39) He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms with a sigh, "I see Cenia's inherited your intelligence...sharp little dibbun..." The corners of his mouth turn a little, though the smile is mainly in his eyes. (n/t) (Vizon) (12-Jan-01 16:08:15) *Mnemeh glances towards her daughter who is reading quietly in the corner. she turns back to Vizon* She acts a lot like you at times, you know. (n/t) ( Mnemeh ) (12-Jan-01 16:11:52)
He snorts as though it's a joke, then he gives her a semi-confused look. "Really?" (n/t) (Vizon) (12-Jan-01 16:16:05)
*Mnemeh smiles slightly at his expression, but offers no explanation for she doesn't seem to have one* (n/t) ( Mnemeh ) (12-Jan-01 16:18:06) "You know....she's lucky to have a mother like you..." He leans his elbow against the table. (n/t) (Vizon) (12-Jan-01 16:20:00) *Mnemeh shrugs lightly* Sometimes I am not so sure. I never knew my mother or my father for that matter, so I never know exactly what to do in some situations. *she looks up at Vizon* You know, you never told me about your parents. Would you mind telling me what they were like? (n/t) ( Mnemeh ) (12-Jan-01 16:28:59)
"Oh - " He sits up, wondering why he's never told her. He clears his throat and leans back in his chair, tapping his claws together, "Well....my father left my mother when I was just a dibbun....I kind of took his place. Took care of my mom and my little sister pretty much all my childhood. When I was about sixteen seasons, though...she got re-married, " he scowls, "Suddenly I was supposed to fall back into place as one of the children. All my life, though - I'd been the...er...'dominant male of the house' you might say. This guy was intent on putting me in my place. He'd yell at me all the time and always said I was a bad egg...a rebel. My mother would tell me I wasn't behind his back, but she never really stood up for me in front of him. I think she was afraid to. Anyway...it pretty much came down to the 'either he goes or I go' concept so my mother, who always knew I loved swordfighting, used her savings to send me to a private tutor....Needless to say, I was glad to leave... (n/t) (Vizon) (12-Jan-01 16:37:46) *Mnemeh listens intently* What happened then? (n/t) ( Mnemeh ) (12-Jan-01 16:41:28) A black cat garbed in green sits across from the reading otter pup. "Erm... Hi there." (n/t) (Hedera (Just making me presence known)) (12-Jan-01 16:40:22) He nibbles on a claw a little before continuing, "Uh - well - I spent four years training under a master swordsman with a cat named Aral...we were both his students. We became really excellent swordsmen and soon our Master said he'd taught us pretty much all he knew and that we had to get our own experience because that was one thing you cannot "teach"..." Vizon puts his paws behind his head, "Aral decided to put his sword up for hire. I told him it was dirty work and he shouldn't go into that field. We had a big argument, even though we'd been friends for years, and we went our separate ways." (n/t) (Vizon) (12-Jan-01 16:47:22)
Vizon sits up, leaning his elbows against his knees and clears his throat, "As far as I know...Aral became an assassin while I became a sailor..." (n/t) (Vizon) (12-Jan-01 16:49:58)
*Mnemeh glances up at Hedera* Hello, miss. *she glances at Vizon, expecting that he knows her* (n/t) ( Mnemeh ) (12-Jan-01 16:49:17)
He glances at Hedara, his eyes narrowing slightly, but he nods politely. (n/t) (Vizon) (12-Jan-01 16:51:14) She wiggles the digits/toes/fingers on her forepaw in greeting. "Hello." Remembering why she came, she stands. "Can I get you all something to drink?" (n/t) (Hedera) (12-Jan-01 16:50:58) "Sure." (n/t) (Vizon) (12-Jan-01 16:52:35) She gives a nervous laugh, feeling incredibly out of place, and hurries over to the bar, where she dons the bartender's half-apron. (n/t) (Hedera) (12-Jan-01 16:53:59) "What'll you have, then?" she calls, thankful to be back in her own domain. (n/t) (Hedera) (12-Jan-01 16:55:01) "Blackbark." He says matter-of-factly (as though he'd ask for anything else...) (n/t) (Vizon) (12-Jan-01 16:56:28) *Mnemeh shakes her head at Hedera indicating that she would not prefer anything at the moment*
She nods, drawing out a mug. With a suprised smile, she notices that the blackbark barrel is mark 'VIZON ONLY!' in large red letters. With a laugh, she slides the drink down the bar towards him. "Don't forget to catch that, sir! (n/t) (Hedera) (12-Jan-01 17:01:18) The mink looks up as a group of nasty looking beasts - including a lizard of some sort - come in through the Sali doors. He looks over at the young otter reading in a corner, "Hey Cenia! Could you come here?" he yells to her. He does not trust these creatures... (n/t) (Vizon) (12-Jan-01 17:04:30)
She shows equal concern for the pup as her brow creases and she leaps over the bar. One knee bends, preparing her to sprint towards the small figure should she not respond to Vizon's call. (n/t) (Hedera) (12-Jan-01 17:07:40) Heaving a sigh, she hops onto and off the counter once more. Somebeast from the shady-looking group approaches and she tends to them, not about to be prejudiced against this well-armed bunch. (n/t) (Hedera) (31-Dec-69 19:00:00)
*Cenia glances up from the book. she stands and walks towards Vizon, and her mother, careful to avoid the group that had just recently entered* (n/t) (Morscenia) (12-Jan-01 17:13:08)
"You want a drink?" He smiles at Cenia as though that was the reason he had called to her. (n/t) (Vizon) (12-Jan-01 17:15:59) *Cenia looks at him curiously for a moment. she shakes her head* No, thank you, sir. I am fine. *she glances at the Death Masters, and then back to Vizon, grinning* Not a very friendly-looking bunch are they? (n/t) (Morscenia) (12-Jan-01 17:19:02)
"No..." He says soberly, "Keep your distance." He lifts his tankard for a swallow of the dark, frothing beer, but keeps his eyes on the crowd... (n/t) (Vizon) (12-Jan-01 17:20:50) *Morscenia eyes the group warily, but says nothing. she turns to Vizon* Don't worry about that. I shall not go near them. (n/t) (Morscenia) (12-Jan-01 17:27:33) "Must run!" She dashes out, covering her snowy tracks as she enters the woods. (n/t) (Hedera) (12-Jan-01 17:27:15) *Morscenia watches Hedera leave* *Mnemeh stands* I must go,Vizon. Until we meet again. *she takes her daughter by the hand and leads her towards the exit. Morscenia waves at the mink as they go.* (n/t) ( Mnemeh and Morcenia ) (12-Jan-01 17:40:22) He waves in return, a bit surprised at her abrupt departure, but smiles. He tosses down the last of his drink, pulls on his coat, and heads out the door as well. (n/t) (Vizon) (12-Jan-01 17:42:38)
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Vizon Admits his Feelings for Mnemeh
* Mnemeh walks into the Hall, she carries a babe in her arms*
Friday, 24-Nov-00 15:24:32
170.94.30.207 writes:
*her deep blue search the room for a moment before resting upon Vizon. the light brown otter proceeds towards him, her poet's shirt makes a slight rustling noise as she walks*
Mnemeh Trakat
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He hears someone coming toward him and looks to see who. Upon seeing the otter and child he smiles, "Hey..." (n/t) (Vizon) (24-Nov-00 15:27:19)
*Mnemeh smiles slightly* Are you alright? You seem upset. (n/t) (Mnemeh Trakat) (24-Nov-00 15:28:18)
"No, no....I'm fine." he smiles, though his eyes say otherwise. (n/t) (Vizon) (24-Nov-00 15:29:54)
*Mnemeh raises her eyebrows* Are you sure? (n/t) (Mnemeh Trakat) (24-Nov-00 15:32:35)
"Nothing I can't handle..." He gives her a half grin and leans back against the counter. After a few seconds the smile wears thin and his eyes fill with worry once more as he examines a claw. (n/t) (Vizon) (24-Nov-00 15:35:49)
*Mnemeh sits beside him* May I know what it is? (n/t) (Mnemeh ) (24-Nov-00 15:37:05)
He sighs and leans back then wipes his muzzle, "I lost my job today." He snorts derisively, "I swear that pompous muskrat had a personal vendetta against me..." He sits up straight and turns around about to order a beer, "I'm sure I can find another one, though..." (n/t) (Vizon) (24-Nov-00 15:44:43)
*Mnemeh glances down at Morscenia before averting her eyes back to Vizon* Did he give you a reason why he fired you? (n/t) (Mnemeh ) (24-Nov-00 15:47:45)
"Oh all kinds...I wasn't laying the sacks straight enough, he thought I had an attitude, I was late once, I wasn't pulling my weight (but I was) - you name it...." He looks around for a bartender. (n/t) (Vizon) (24-Nov-00 15:53:43)
*Mnemeh nods slightly* Hmm..What are you going to do now? (n/t) (Mnemeh ) (24-Nov-00 15:56:46)
*Mnemeh sighs slightly* What are the chances of you obtaining a job? (n/t) (Mnemeh ) (24-Nov-00 16:11:02)
"Well, first I plan to have a beer." He gives up on finding a tender and hops over the bar to serve himself, "Then, I guess I'll be running around all day asking everybeast I know if they know of a job I can do while I'm on shore." (n/t) (Vizon) (24-Nov-00 16:02:18)
*a rather nosy vole walks up* Job, ya say? Me know someone who needs a employee (n/t) (GV) (24-Nov-00 16:08:01)
*Mnemeh smiles slightly* Perhaps you don't have to run around at all. (n/t) (Mnemeh ) (24-Nov-00 16:12:37)
"Oh really?" He says as he fills a clean mug with a dark brown beer from a bottle. (n/t) (Vizon) (24-Nov-00 16:14:27)
Yeah, blacksmith Coralroot. She's pregnant and almost due, and when she has da babe she'll be busy with 'im for a while, right? SO she's getting behind on her weaponry orders. Her assistant is workin' for her, but he's slow because he doesn't have a assistant. (n/t) (GV) (24-Nov-00 16:17:38)
brb in 30 min. (n/t) (Mnemeh ) (24-Nov-00 16:19:24)
(OOC: Okay, Mnemeh) BIC: He frowns, "I don't know a thing about smithing. I know good weapons, but not how to make 'em..." He props a foot up on one of the shelves under the counter. (n/t) (Vizon) (24-Nov-00 16:22:23)
No need, he finds it hard with all the ashes, and the fire needs warming a lot, doesn't last forever, ya know. General chores and testing blades, can't send them if their faulty
GV
His eyes light up at the prospect of testing the weapons and he bends down to return the bottle to its place, "You know, that doesn't sound all that bad..." He grins, "Who should I talk to?" (n/t) (Vizon) (24-Nov-00 16:39:41)
He looks up and sees that the vole has left. He looks around, not quite sure why… (Vizon)
**The mouse walks in, snuffling grouchily**
Friday, 24-Nov-00 16:37:52
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**A list of swearing phrases that could make a sailor blush tumble out from behind the mouse's clenched teeth as she storms across the room to the bar. A hanky in each paw doesn't improve her mood, her nose red from the course fabric, but she takes up her place behind the counter, ready to pass a drink to any brave enough to come closer...**
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Vizon looks over at her, "Oh - am I in your place?" He removes his boot from the shelf under the counter and hops back over the bar to sit next to a vole. (n/t) (Vizon) (24-Nov-00 16:41:20)
**Her whiskers twitch, brow low and eyes squinty with an expression that says something like 'I don't care. I don't care. I don't care.'** (n/t) (Laurel) (24-Nov-00 16:46:28)
Shrugs and glances at her briefly as if to ask "something wrong?" But turns to converse with the vole before she can give him another glare. (n/t) (Vizon) (24-Nov-00 16:52:02)
**She blinks as though its a great effort and sits on her stool, staring at the counter in a deep trance** (n/t) (Laurel) (24-Nov-00 16:56:21)
**She falls forward, her forhead thunking against the counter** (n/t) (Laurel) (24-Nov-00 17:05:21)
Ok. I'm passed out here for a while, I guess... (n/t) (Laurel ooc) (24-Nov-00 17:08:48)
*Penny comes out of the kitchen, running, in front of an angry cook.* Pipe down, wot wot? I just wanted a jolly ol' pasty. Don't have to absobally kill meh! (n/t) (Penny) (24-Nov-00 17:15:48)
**She glances around and, realizing that a dying beast can find no peace here, she decides to seek out a nice, quiet place. She staggers out** (n/t) (Laurel) (24-Nov-00 17:19:00)
**Looks around and, spotting a soft-looking patch of floor, she flops down in a heap, leaning on bent knees and grumbling to herself**
VR-
He looks around and sees that the vole has abandoned him. He glares around, but then resigns to fate and sits dejectedly on a bar stool, finishing his blackbark. He spots Laurel on the floor,
"Hey, Laurel. You don't look so good."
Laurel Re: **Wanders in** 11-24-2000 **She scoffs, grinning around a hanky** Y'dow, dat'th fuddy 'cuz I do't feel too good, either.
VR Heh 11-24-2000 "You sound worse than yesterday. Maybe you should go lay on a couch or something."
Laurel dssslll... 11-24-2000 **She nods, knowing this to be true** I dow... I jus' hade adbittig it...
VR Nothing Else to do... 11-24-2000 He stands up and walks over, "Here, stand up..."
Laurel Bleh... 11-24-2000 **She struggles to her feet and wobbles a bit before catching that thing called balance and standing veeery still, so as not to lose it again** Yeees?
Caseyna The mouse comes over.* 11-24-2000 May I help, M'lord and lady?
Laurel... 11-24-2000 **Eyes the new mouse and waits for whatever Vizon may say**
VR Sure... 11-24-2000 He helps her over to a large squishy couch, "Yeah - get that afghan over there - and the pillow for her. I'll go make her some tea...if I can remember how..." He heads over to the kitchens.
Caseyna *nods* 11-24-2000 *she pulls them ove and asks Laurel (sp?) to wait. Going in the kitchen she asks.* Do you know how to make green herbal tea?
Laurel *grumble growl cough* 11-24-2000 **The mouse's visage is not a pleased one. She hates being taken care of with a vengence and even if she can hardly walk, she'll fight being helped all the way. As it is now, she just grumbles and squints**
VR Green Tea? 11-24-2000 "Uh...no. I was just gonna boil some water and throw a bunch of leaves in..."
He shrugs. Cooking in any way shape or form is not his favorite task. "Why don't you go ahead and take care of it?"
Caseyna Ok... 11-24-2000 *she pulls some herbs out of her bag, sets a pot of water to boil, and starts putting the herbs in smaller peices as she waits for the water to get through.*
VR Everyone and their dog has a bag-o-herbs 11-24-2000 He saunters back out into the hall, yawns and stretches, and walks back over to the glaring mouse.
Laurel I gots a bog-o-deadly fungus... 11-24-2000 **She looks at him with a raised eyebrow** What'th up with yew?
Caseyna *bustles about.* 11-24-2000 *the teapot goes off and she slowly puts the herbs in, a type at a kind.* Only a few mns. now.
VR Waiting... 11-24-2000 "Mnemeh told me she'd be back in a few minutes - and I thought I had a job too for a few seconds, but my potential employer jumped ship when I turned my back. So I'm just waiting for one of them to come back..." He nods and purses his lips, fists on his hips, "Just waiting and hoping I guess."
Caseyda *she gets done* 11-24-2000 *and pulls out three cups. Pouring some green herbal tea in all of them, she sets them on a tray and takes them out of the kitchen to the others. Giving both of them a cup she queitly sips hers.* Don't spit it out whatever happens, that was the last of my St. John's Wort.
Laurel Nodding 11-24-2000 Lookig for a dew job are ya? **She looks a bit confused for a moment** What ever happed to yer last wud?
Laurel Green Tea... I remember this stuff... 11-24-2000 **She thanks her for the tea, but retches at its flavor** Bleeh...
VR Got fired 11-24-2000 "I don't have it anymore. And to tell you the truth, I'm kinda relieved. The only reason I stayed at that job was for the good pay...guess I'll just have to find another now." He crosses his arms and leans against the wall, rocking on his heels and bumping his back against the wall with boredom.
*smiles.* 11-24-2000 It wasn't made for it's taste.
VR btw 11-24-2000 "Oh yeah, thanks." He sips the tea, grimaces, and smacks his lips once, "Hey, you got any sugar?"
Laurel Ick... 11-24-2000 **She nods** A bad job isn't by idea of a good tibe. **She sips her icky tea** But do job at all ain't great either...
Caseyda *covers up her grin.* 11-24-2000 *acts like an ol' otterwife.* Now drink your tea yeh hear? Taste never hurt anybeast and sugar just kills yeh teeth!
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VR Real sneaky, Vizon...... 11-24-2000 "Pardon me - I'll be back in a few minutes..." He walks quickly towards the kitchen.
Caseyna *almost laughs.* 11-24-2000 *but not being allowed to laugh for a few years in her past she covers her mouth up and instead smiles.*
Laurel huh...? 11-24-2000 **Watches him leave with upraised brows and looks at her tea with an expression of disgust before sucking the last of it down in a big gulp**
Mnemeh Trakat OOC: still there? 11-24-2000 OOC: sorry I took so long to return. My estimation of 30 min. was quite off, if I do say so myself.
VR Wanders back out 11-24-2000 He walks back out, paws empty and folded behind his back.
VR At last 11-24-2000 "Oh good - you're back!" He smiles and approaches the otter. He looks at Morscelia and grins, wiggling a finger at her.
Caseyna *grins at mnemeh and VR but* 11-24-2000 but stays away.*
Mnemeh Trakat OOC: her name is Morscenia. 11-24-2000 *Mnemeh smiles down at the child, before looking back up at Vizon* Did you receive the job that the vole offered you?
VR Hmmf. 11-24-2000 (growls)"No. The blighter ran away when I turned my back. Sounded like a real nice job too...Maybe he forgot he left the soup on at home or something."
Mnemeh Trakat mailto:Oh. 11-24-2000 *Mnemeh sighs slightly, barely noticing that Morscenia is trying to grab Vizon's finger* Perhaps he shall be back.
**Pulls a small chunk of cork from a pouch at her hip and a dagger from her belt and begins carving chunks off of the cork**
VR, delighted-
"Oh! Did you see that? She tried to grab my finger! hehehehee!"
Mnemeh Trakat –
*Mnemeh glances at Laurel and Caseyna and nods slightly towards them in greeting*
Laurel-
*Smiles and nods to Mnemeh in return**
VR-
Vizon looks at Mnemeh, "May I hold her again?"
Mnemeh Trakat-
*Mnemeh nods* Of course you may. *she hands Mors to him*
VR-
He carefully scoops the baby otter into his black-furred arms and walks over to sit on the couch with her. He is about to sit next to Laurel when he backs quickly away, "Oh yeah - don't want her to catch Laurel's cold..." He walks around making incomprehensible noises at the babe.
Laurel-
**She smiles winningly** Do't worry. I'll stop breathig just fer you...
VR, He laughs.-
"Heh heh, Don't worry, I think she'll be okay as long as I'm out of range...just don't sneeze." (grins back)
Mnemeh Trakat-
* Mnemeh chuckles softly at Laurel's comment*
Laurel**Raises her eyebrows**-
**She blinks happily, grinning**
VR, Nickname-
"Is it all right if I just call her Cenia? Ya know - like the flower - zenia?" He sees the babe sucking at his vest, "Oh - don't do that - you don't want old snake skin - blah." He smooths his vest close to his chest.
Laurel…-
**She chuckles from where she sits** How wudderfully yubby. What every child deeds..
Mnemeh Trakat-
You may call her that if you wish. *Mnemeh chuckles as her daughter sucks on Vizon's vest*
VR, entertaining Cenia-
He wiggles his fingers above her wide eyes then touches her nose saying, "Oop! Gotcha!"
He grins, then looks over at Mnemeh, his brow drawn in a mix between curiosity and concern, "Hey Mnemeh - you have a job?"
Mnemeh Trakat-
*Mnemeh shakes her head* I do not, sir.
VR-
"How are you supportin' yourself then?" He checks to make sure the babe hasn't started sucking on his vest again.
Mnemeh Trakat-
*Mnemeh glances absentmindedly at her daughter* I have my ways, sir.
VR-
He does not seem too happy with her answer, but keeps quiet. After a few moments of playing with Cenia some more he looks back up at Mnemeh, "I wouldn't mind sponsoring you and your babe here ya know. It'd be a pleasure."
Mnemeh Trakat-
I thank you for the offer, but we are fine. Trust me.
(VR thinks: Boy, I really blew it...)-
He seems a bit put out, but nods anyway. He walks over to a bar stool and sits with the babe. After a moment he smile a bit, "She sure is a quiet one, eh?"
Mnemeh Trakat (Mnemeh doesn't think so)-
Mnemeh smiles* Yes, she is. I suppose I shouldn't complain though, tis better than her crying.
VR (Grins) 11-24-2000 "Takes after her mother I'd say..." Then he winces...how stupid of him. Who else could she take after? He suddenly lifts the babe off his lap with a twitch of his nose, "Uh...Mnemeh?" VR Be back soon... 11-24-2000 (OOC: Gotta go eat real quick. I'll be back in maybe ten minutes...) BIC: Hands the baby to Mnemeh, I think she needs a different kind of attention... Laurel *Snorts** 11-24-2000 **Breaks into a set of snorting chuckles, trying hard to hide it** Mnemeh Trakat no problem 11-24-2000 *bites her lip slightly to keep from smiling as she changes Morscenia* Laurel Y'dow... 11-24-2000 **The mouse stretches in her place on the couch and speaks with a stuffed up nose** Y'dow Mnemeh, I've seed you several tibes, but I've dever really introduced byself. I'm Laurel, the bartender at the Sali sometimes. Mnemeh Trakat
Hello. 11-24-2000 *Mnemeh smiles slightly* 'Tis a pleasure to meet you, miss. It seems you already know my name, though. Laurel
**She smiles** 11-24-2000 Likewise. **She rubs a paw across her forhead, then down over her eyes. A sigh and a shake of her head follow as she blinks hard** This stupid cold should die off id the dext few days. It's a real pain and I don't plad od kissig it goodbye... VR
Okay good 11-24-2000 (OOC: All right, I'll try my best to be back in say...ten-fifteen minutes. I'm sorry... Hey Laurel - write me that email!) BIC: Vizon stands - "Hey there goes that otter fella Mohok was telling me about - he might just have a job for me... I'll be right back-" He hurries out the door. Laurel
*sigh* 11-24-2000 bleh... *writewritewrite* Mnemeh Trakat
Remedy 11-24-2000 *she smiles sympathetically* Laurel, I know how to make something of a remedy to colds. At least it works for those in my group whenever they have colds. Would you like to try it? Laurel
Hrm... 11-24-2000 **She grouses openly, but takes a breath to calm herself for the sake of manners** I suppose you bight have guessed that I ca't stad being taked care of... **She sighs** ... but I really hate to seeb rude od first beetigs, so if you really wat to... Laurel ooc
Oops... 11-24-2000 That should have been 'taken' instead of 'taked'... Mnemeh Trakat
sorry. 11-24-2000 I apologize, miss. If you would prefer not to, it is not my place to force you. *she glances down at Morscenia who is asleep in her arms, and smiles* Laurel
*Shuffles uncomfortably** 11-24-2000 There's do reason fer you t'be sorry. You were odly tryig t'help... I did't bean to cobe off as rude... **She chuckles** Heh, id's just by dature, you dow? **She trails off, still uncomfortable** VR
Back 11-24-2000 Vizon walks slowly back into the room, thumbs in his belt, looking at the floor. Mnemeh Trakat
Don't worry about it. 11-24-2000 *Mnemeh shakes her head* you weren't being rude. *she averts her gaze to Vizon as he enters. she remains silent, allowing him a chance to speak if he so desires* VR
Need a drink... 11-24-2000 He goes behind the bar and disappears momentarily as he reaches below the counter for the bottle of dark blackbark. He fills a mug, corks the bottle, sits and begins to drink it without saying a word. Laurel
*sighs* 11-24-2000 **She smiles gratefully and begins picking at her chunk of cork again** Mnemeh Trakat
I am here if you need me. 11-24-2000 *She doesn't move from her position. she merely watches him* VR
*takes a swallow* 11-24-2000 He looks up at Mnemeh holding the infant in her arms. Standing, he grabs up the mug and makes his way over to her. Mnemeh Trakat
*doesn't say a word* 11-24-2000 *she glances down at the child and then back at Vizon as he walks towards her* VR
What a rotten day for Vizon 11-24-2000 He approaches them both, fingers playing idley along the ridges of the mug. He nods his greetings and leans back against the wall, propping one boot against the planks behind him. He awaits the inevitable question with a sigh and a swig of the beer. Mnemeh Trakat
OOC: I am not going to ask anything. 11-24-2000 *she raises her eyebrow, and waits for him to speak first* Laurel
11-24-2000 **She tries to focus harder on the cork and avoid the horrible silence that can only mean one thing** VR
OOC: All right then... 11-24-2000 Sensing that she knew already, he tosses off the rest of the beer and crosses his arms, letting the empty mug hang loosely by one finger, "So...How's life as a mother?" He leans over to get a better look at Cenia, "'She asleep?" Mnemeh Trakat
Interesting. 11-24-2000 Life as a mother is not at all like I expected, sir, *she smiles at her daughter* but it is all well worth it. Yes, she is asleep. VR- He nods then pauses, deep in thought, "If I can't get a job here, I might have to take the first ship out of port. It's the only guaranteed job I can do..." He looks to her for a reaction of some sort - he desperately wants to stay with her and the babe, but thinks it would be unwise if she did not feel the same… Mnemeh Trakat- *stares at him for a moment in slight shock before averting her eyes to Morscenia* If you think that is best, sir, who am I to stop you? VR- "Right" he says quietly and walks slowly towards the door, "Goodnight..."
*before he can leave, she catches his paw in hers*Wait. Before you go, anwer me this,sir, what am I toyou? (Mnemeh Trakat)
His face contorts slightly and his brow furrows noticably as he contemplates her question. He bites his lip and shifts his boots around a bit, "Well...you are..." He tries to think of a safer answer, but gives up, "You are everything to me." His jaw is set, but his eyes search her face worriedly, afraid of what she may be thinking. (VR)
And you are everything to me. You are my entire world and more. *she glances up at him* Allow me to request this one favor of you. *she bites her lip, trying to keep her voice from wavering* Don't go. Don't leave me, please. I wouldn't be able to stand it if you left again. I need you, Vizon. (Mnemeh Trakat)
His heart pounds in his chest - more-so than it has in any blood-lusting battle...He swallows and a small smile reaches his lips, his eyes growing unusually moist. He reaches out and pulls her close in a full embrace, "I will never leave then." (n/t) (Vizon) (25-Nov-00 20:58:08)
*Mnemeh smiles, returning his embrace* Thank you. (n/t) (Mnemeh Trakat) (25-Nov-00 21:04:58)
He kisses her forehead and then leans his cheek to it, his brow furrowed deeply. (n/t) (Vizon) (25-Nov-00 21:10:02)
*she glances up at him* Vizon, is something wrong? (n/t) (Mnemeh Trakat) (25-Nov-00 21:16:08)
He pulls back, but his paws still hold her shoulders. He sniffs and smiles, choking out, "No! I've never been so happy in my entire life!" He blinks profusely. (n/t) (Vizon) (25-Nov-00 21:19:35)
*Mnemeh smiles* I am glad that you are. What more could I ask for? (n/t) (Mnemeh Trakat) (25-Nov-00 21:26:44)
"Much more than a jobless short-tempered mink..." he thinks privately, but hides his contempt for himself by looking down at her bracelet and moving his finger along the string of shining pearls and sapphires. (n/t) (Vizon) (25-Nov-00 21:30:38)
*Mnemeh's gaze moves to her bracelet. her blue eyes follow his finger's movement along it* (n/t) (Mnemeh Trakat) (25-Nov-00 21:39:06)
OOC: wonderful, I suppose I shall have to come up with something now? BIC: *as if on cue, a small mousemaid stands from her position in the corner. she carries Morscenia in her arms* She is with me, sir. (n/t) (Tasmin Riverdreams) (25-Nov-00 21:50:58)
He nods and turns back to Mnemeh, clearing his throat and eyeing the mousemaid with a bit of embarassment. She had most likely heard everything they said. But it isn't the fact that he loves Mnemeh that he is embarassed about - it's the fact that he was crying. He brings a paw to his face and quickly wipes away the evidence. He looks back at Mnemeh and smiles again, biting his lip. (n/t) (Vizon) (25-Nov-00 21:57:23)
*Tasmin gives Vizon a friendly nod before exchanging a smile with Mnemeh. she hands the child to Mnemeh, and cursties before excusing herself. Leaving soon after. Mnemeh waves after her with her free paw, her other armed being occupied with the weight of Cenia. she turns back to Vizon, smiling slightly* (n/t) (Mnemeh Trakat) (25-Nov-00 22:03:24)
*Morscenia stirs slightly in her sleep* (n/t) (Morscenia StellaMoon) (25-Nov-00 22:06:50)
Vizon grins down at the infant blinking sleepily, "Aw - ain't that cute?" (n/t) (Vizon) (25-Nov-00 22:12:00)
Sets a paw to her shoulder and looks seriously into her eyes, "I'm going to find a job as soon as possible." He pauses, his eyes looking away briefly, "And if I can't find one, I'll live at the Sali and eat the free food until I do." He smiles. (n/t) (Vizon) (25-Nov-00 22:21:26)
*Mnemeh's brow furrows for a moment in thought.* Laurel. I just remembered Laurel left you a note saying that she found a job for you. I think it was something about barrel-rolling, but she wrote that the pay was good. (OOC: it was one your messageboard) (n/t) (Mnemeh Trakat) (25-Nov-00 22:26:36)
OOC: typo: one=on (n/t) (Mnemeh Trakat) (25-Nov-00 22:28:07)
"Oh?" His eyes light up and he turns to look over at the bar. He sees Laurel and begins to walk toward her then walks back, grinning, "I'll be right back-" then he turns and walks toward the bar again. (n/t) (Vizon) (25-Nov-00 22:31:47)
*Mnemeh smiles and nods* Alright. *she glances down at Morscenia and then averts her gaze to Vizon's retreating figure. she chews upon her lip, praying silently to herself, Please, let him get the job* (n/t) (Mnemeh Trakat) (25-Nov-00 22:34:32)
Vizon walks over to Laurel and stands a few feet from the coyote, "Hey Laurel - I heard you know of a job or something?" (n/t) (Vizon) (25-Nov-00 22:37:55)
Yeah. We restock the cellars once a year every year. This time, we'll be getting a shipment of kegs, barrels, and the like over the course of two months and we're too short-handed to get 'em all brought in. All you'd have t'do is roll in the barrels every other day for a month. It's not permanant, but it should hold you off long enough to find another job. (n/t) (Laurel) (25-Nov-00 22:44:48)
He grins and slaps a hand to the counter, "Laurel, you're a life saver." (n/t) (Vizon) (25-Nov-00 22:47:03)
**She shrugs** Well, I heard about it and thought of you, so what else would I have done? (n/t) (Laurel)
Walks back over to Mnemeh...
Saturday, 25-Nov-00 23:05:40
207.14.63.74 writes:
He is grinning from ear to ear, "I got the job!"
Vizon
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*Mnemeh grins* Really? That is wonderful. (n/t) (Mnemeh Trakat) (25-Nov-00 23:09:00)
"Yeah!" He smiles, then just looks at her, admiring her soft complexion. (n/t) (Vizon) (25-Nov-00 23:16:21)
OOC: still there? (n/t) (Mnemeh Trakat) (25-Nov-00 23:16:45)
OOC: just so you know, flattery gets you nowhere w/Mnemeh. BIC:*Mnemeh raises her eyebrow, puzzled at the mink's actions * (n/t) (Mnemeh Trakat) (25-Nov-00 23:19:51)
OOC: Hey, he can't help it. BIC: He grins back at her then takes her free paw in his, "Come on - let's celebrate -" He walks her to the bar and gets Laurel's attention, "A sparkling ice water for the lady and a blackbark for me!" (n/t) (Vizon) (25-Nov-00 23:23:41)
**She turns to them from Lilith and grins** 'Course! What else would I get for you? **She slips into the back room chuckling and comes back out with the drinks, sliding them over the counter to the pair. She then goes back to talking to Lilith** (n/t) (Laurel) (25-Nov-00 23:28:24)
OOC: *raises eyebrow* Can't he? BIC: *she takes the drink in her free paw* (n/t) (Mnemeh Trakat) (25-Nov-00 23:31:39)
OOC: Hey, one can't help finding the one they love beautiful, eh? BIC: "A toast - to employment!" his deep voice declares. (n/t) (Vizon) (25-Nov-00 23:38:52)
OOC: I suppose you are correct, then again I wouldn't know. I have never actually been in love IRL. BIC: *Mnemeh smiles and raises her glass* (n/t) (Mnemeh Trakat) (25-Nov-00 23:43:22)
OOC: Perfect timing on my part. I fear I must go. Until we meet again, Vizon. (n/t) (Mnemeh Trakat) (25-Nov-00 23:45:33)
(OOC: Okay, bye - and just so you know - Vizon has a toast to Morscenia too.) (n/t) (VR) (25-Nov-00 23:48:27)
They finish toasting and their drinks then Vizon stands, "Well, guess I'd better go." (n/t) (VR - (see ya)) (26-Nov-00 00:04:25)
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Bainin's No Dear Abby
Vizon comes through the door and joins Bainin at the bar, casting a look at the female otter and shaking his head. (n/t) (Vizon Rok) (08-Jan-01 22:44:43) quickly runs back here *throws some money* keep the change (n/t) (ivy) (08-Jan-01 22:43:55) Hmmm! **gives a bit of a half smile** well, an honest beast would return this...aw, she's too busy. **pockets the money, laughing quietly** (n/t) (Bainin) (08-Jan-01 22:45:46) "That otter's sure easy to take advantage of, eh? Seems to run soley on emotion... She'd better watch out." He heads behind the bar and reaches for the blackbark, "Or get someone else to watch out for her..." He pours himself a tankard. (n/t) (Vizon) (08-Jan-01 22:51:24) **smiles** You'll have to excuse me, Vizon, while I lose my dinner. **leans over, making fake retching noises** Ah, much better. Can I get you a blackbark or whotever it is you drink while I'm back here. Though, I'll have to warn you, the last customer payed me. **chuckles** (n/t) (Bainin) (08-Jan-01 22:49:49) "I got it..." He tops off the beer and re-corks the bottle, then goes back around to the other side of the bar to sit. (n/t) (Vizon) (08-Jan-01 22:56:17) **watches some movement by the door** That otter's about to get killed by a skunk, the way I reckon it... (n/t) (Bainin) (08-Jan-01 22:56:52) **smiles into her drink** And the otter in the black silk tux doesn't seem quite the protector.... [know what I mean know what I mean wink wink nudge nudge] (n/t) (Bainin) (08-Jan-01 22:59:06) "Are my eyes playing tricks on me, or did an otter in a silk tuxedo just walk out onto the battlefield?" He snorts. (n/t) (Vizon) (08-Jan-01 22:59:49) Nope, I saw it too. He looked ready to faint when she mentioned fighting. **finds a stool behind the bar and hops onto it** Mayhap I'll pose as bartender until the real thing gets here... (n/t) (Bainin) (08-Jan-01 23:02:15) "You mean IF the real thing gets here..." He smiles and tips his head back, allowing the smooth dark liquid to pour down his dry throat. At last he must come up for air, so he lowers the tankard momentarily, "They've been kinda scarce of late..." (n/t) (Vizon) (08-Jan-01 23:06:06) **nods** True, that. Well, let me know if you need a refill. I can handle the kegs and some of the bottles. Beyond that, you have to fend for yourself. **sniffs, then rubs her nose** Me, I stick to bourbon. Stuff'at dreams are made of. **gives a smile, though her eyes don't register the emotion** (n/t) (Bainin) (08-Jan-01 23:10:57) "Hmmm." He says, his brow knitting with thought. (n/t) (Vizon) (08-Jan-01 23:13:11) **grunts** What about that mouse? She's a bartender, right? Haven't seen her in a while. **tries to put her paws up on the bartop, which is rather hard, without a back to the stool** (n/t) (Bainin) (08-Jan-01 23:15:59) [that would be footpaws, o'course] (n/t) (Bainin OOC) (08-Jan-01 23:17:17) "Laurel? Yeah - she's usually here all the time, but lately she's been really busy with other stuff. I don't know much, really." He takes another sip. (n/t) (Vizon) (08-Jan-01 23:18:05) **nods** I'm not here often enough to know anybeast, really. **gives up trying to put her footpaws up and slouches forward, elbows on the bar** I'll be gone again soon, probably. Then back again after a couple o' weeks. **laughs coarsely, raising her glass in salute** To the future, in all its glorious possibilities... (n/t) (Bainin) (08-Jan-01 23:22:10) "The future!" He lifts his tankard with a wry grin. (n/t) (Vizon) (08-Jan-01 23:23:41) **finishes her drink, wisely deciding not to pour another** Well, we're a fun pair tonight. **gives a real laugh, almost gentle** I'm sure we have our reasons, though. We all have our flighty otters and silk tuxedos tucked away... **frowns**...that was supposed to be a clever metaphor, but now I'm not sure what it means... **starts to straighten the glasses behind the bar** (n/t) (Bainin) (08-Jan-01 23:27:53) (lol) BIC: He smiles and nods...(OOC: Sorry - I'm not being very creative - I have about five things going at once here! Arg!) (n/t) (Vizon) (08-Jan-01 23:31:22) [ooc that's ok, i understand bic] Y'know...if all beasts payed me, I'd take the tending job. But I really only kept her money because...I felt it was proper punishment for being naive. **laughs, but is clearly serious** I mean, she's no older than I am. No excuse. **shakes her head, checking the taps on the kegs** (n/t) (Bainin) (08-Jan-01 23:34:11) He shifts around and sighs, peering into his mug at the last bit, "I suppose." He swirls the beer until a thin layer of white foam forms, then he tosses it down. "Mind if I have a re-fill?" He pushes the tankard toward her then seems lost in thought. (OOC: I'm okay now. Don't feel you have to leave or nuthin') (n/t) (Vizon) (08-Jan-01 23:38:16) **chuckles** Don't get soft on me now, reading the foam in your mug like tea leaves or summat. **takes the mug and fills it from the blackbark keg, then slides it across to him** [ooc: cool. i'm just alternating this with reading emails] (n/t) (Bainin) (08-Jan-01 23:42:33) (OOC: Okay - sounds good to me...) BIC: He gives her a wane smile, but it wears off quickly and is replaced with the same pensive frown as before. (n/t) (Vizon) (08-Jan-01 23:45:21) **the pine marten peers through rows of dusty bottles** Monday, 08-Jan-01 23:50:14 Message: 205.161.153.209 writes: I don't even want to know what's back there. **pulls a small green bottle out and opens it, sniffing the contents. as she does so, she watches the mink's expression and his almost constant frown. she grunts** This one smells like almonds. Hate almonds. Bainin Fein Click here to reply Replies: He folds his paws together and taps his muzzle rhythmatically, then, as if waking up, he sighs and retrieves the mug, "Thanks." He clears his throat and takes a long drink. (n/t) (Vizon) (08-Jan-01 23:58:12) **sits down again, tired of playing among the bottles. this time she leans back against the wall. she waits a moment** Y'know, beasts talk to bartenders sometimes. I'm not a real tender, no, but if there's something on your mind, and you want to talk to a beast who'll neither blabber nor blubber... **shifts some crumbs on the counter**...but only if you want to. (n/t) (Bainin) (09-Jan-01 00:01:57) He runs his tongue along his bottom fangs, then squints up at her, "I don't know....you ever...really thought you might love someone?" He drums his fingers on the counter. (n/t) (Vizon) (09-Jan-01 00:05:36) **her muscles tense, but she shakes her head quickly, as if to rid herself of a memory** I don't know if I believe in love. **frowns** No, that's not true. But I don't think that I trust it. **grunts** To answer your question...I...was in love once. Didn't end well. Maybe I'm not the one you should be talking to...**trails off, pulling out her flask to take another swig** (n/t) (Bainin) (09-Jan-01 00:09:27) "Hmmm..." He throws back his head for another swallow then leans his elbows on the counter, "I was just...thinking about someone...." He snorts, "Sorry...my problem." (n/t) (Vizon) (09-Jan-01 00:15:19) **she seems to be shifting between sharp and vague, or at least her eyes do** No, it's ok. You're lucky, you know. **holds up her flask to read the initials inscribed on the bottom** This was his, you know. **tucks it back into her pocket** He was killed. But what we had was very real. I guess it's not love I don't trust. It's everything else. (n/t) (Bainin) (09-Jan-01 00:20:34) He chuckles quietly, "Lucky? She's not my species, she has a child, and she's been gone for nearly a month!" He straightens, his voice raising a note in pitch at his own bizarre predicament... He gestures with one paw, shaking his head, "How is that lucky? I am probably just fooling myself..." (n/t) (Vizon) (09-Jan-01 00:25:52) **hops off her stool** All that stuff? Who cares? At least she knows that you love her. **looks at him** I'm assuming she does. I'll I've got is this flask. **pats her pocket, giving a wry grin** He used to drink straight bourbon. Look at me now. **shakes her head** I hope she knows, Vizon. **pulls on her camel coat and heads for the door. she waves, then pauses one more time** All I've got...is this flask. **turns and heads out into the night** (n/t) (Bainin) (09-Jan-01 00:29:19) He blinks, then stares at his paws. She was right. None of that stuff really matters. Not when he stops analyzing it and just listens to what he feels. He drops his head onto the counter with a thud, "Mnemeh...where are you?" (n/t) (Vizon Rok) (09-Jan-01 00:39:08)
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Vizon Remembers Lael
A tall black mink and a light gray hare swagger in, talking amongst themselves and smiling... The mink's heavy boots scrape to a halt as they enter the hall and he scans the room for a certain somebody. Mohok waves him off and heads for the bar, not inclined to wait.
Vizon & Mohok *a white mink looks over at them, interested. She drops back into her own world when she loses interest* (Tuppence) Pauses briefly upon sighting another mink - a rare thing, but his gaze wanders past her quickly. (Vizon) *mirthless smile* That was kind. (Tuppence)
Looking up from a book at a nearby table, a squirrel waves. "Vizon!" (Lael Treefleet) "Hey Lael - haven't seen you in a while..." Vizon smiles and wanders in the general direction of the squirrel, but continues to search the hall for Mnemeh. (Vizon Rok) "Whatcha been up to?" (Vizon) He nods. "Yes, I've been very caught up in...things." He smiles and shrugs. "Friend, you look...preoccupied. What is on your mind?" (Lael) He grins and shakes his head... (Vizon) He looks over at the bar and yells, "Hey Blacktail - come here - I want you to meet one of my old friends!" (Vizon) The gray hare with the spiked head fur and a broad grin walks over, "Huh! A squirrel, eh? Nice ta meet ya squirrel I"m Mohok Blacktail..." He shakes Lael's paw and leans over, "I was forced to come against my will, heh heh." (Mohok)) "Mohok has quite a talent for digging himself into a hole. You might also note that he's rather liberal with the truth..." (Vizon) Hey, I'm a regular honest Abbot, Rok! Whaddaya doing slandering my prestige?" He laughs. (Mohok) Smiling, Lael closes his book and shakes the hare's paw. "It's good to see you. A friend of a friend is my friend too." He chuckles. "Forced? Looks like you're having an alright time...against your will, that is." (Lael) "Your friend got a name?" He grins at Vizon. (Mohok)
"This here's Lael. He's a little heady when it comes to bloodshed, but he's got a good heart, doncha?" He punches the squirrel lightly in the shoulder then crosses his arms with a grin. (Vizon) "I guess you could say that, yes." He smiles back. (Lael)
"Lael. Lael Treefleet. Pardon me for my rudeness." (Lael)
"Don't sweat it." He yawns and jabs a finger at the bar, "Looks like your sweetheart's not here, Rok - care to join me in a drink?" (Mohok) He glares at the hare momentarily then nods, "All right - want a drink, Lael?" (Vizon) Lael starts to answer, but then sighs and blows the air out in a "whoosh". "I'd like that, but I really must be going." He stands up and tucks the book into his tunic pocket. "It was nice to meet you Mohok, and good to see you again, Vizon. Goodnight." He turns to walk out. **Inside** (Lael) "Does he not have a stomach for life's sweet fermentations?" The hare grins at Vizon after the squirrel scurries away. (Mohok)
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Why Xia & Jax Hated Wolves
Two scrawny scruffy coyotes look into the dance hall. The larger glances around and shakes her head, her muzzle scrunching slightly as if in distaste, "Hmmf. Too many shiney sparkley-eyed wolves around for my taste....let's go." Jax cranes his neck around the corner to see the crowd, "What a bunch of fancy-panced yuppers..." (n/t) (Xia & Jax) (09-Sep-00 00:24:32)
Jax turns to Xia, "Aw, they're too involved with each other...we can slip a few bites me thinks..." Xia squints as she considers the proposition then nods, "Yeah, I doubt those pansys'll get off their lazy tails to bother with measley old us..." The two coyotes make their way to the food table hungrilly... (n/t) (Xia & Jax) (09-Sep-00 00:30:13)
**the white wolf turns to the coyotes** you can have as much food as you like as far as I'm concerned. (n/t) (Silver ) (09-Sep-00 00:34:42)
Hello Xia & Jax. Having fun? (n/t) (Emerald) (09-Sep-00 00:35:39)
Are we supposed to not let them eat? (n/t) (Jade) (09-Sep-00 00:36:53)
They can eat if they want to. It's doesn't matter to me. (n/t) (Emerald) (09-Sep-00 00:40:10)
"Uh.....yeah....." Xia and Jax both glance questioningly at each other, but neither knows how the heck a wolf of all creatures would know their names...(It's not like they're wearing name tags or something...) (n/t) (Xia & Jax) (09-Sep-00 00:37:46)
Wolves aren't as stupid as you make them out to be. *She stares to the two animals, smiling slightly*. (n/t) (EMerald) (09-Sep-00 00:43:25)
Whatever, I have nuthin' against you guys, am I supposed to? (n/t) (Silver) (09-Sep-00 00:39:18)
The two canids begin to stuff large sacks with pasties and scones nonchalantly... (n/t) (Xia & Jax) (09-Sep-00 00:40:16)
"Nope...nope.....not at all...." They grin through yellowed teeth and commence filling their sacks... (n/t) (Xia & Jax) (09-Sep-00 00:44:12)
okay, whatever. I'll just leave ye alone cuz I have no reson ta harm ye. (n/t) (Silver) (09-Sep-00 00:47:01)
"You're so kind...." Xia smiles forcedly, batting her eyes, then as the wolf leaves she snorts and grins at Jax, "Come on...let's get outta here...we got the loot." Jax nods and hefts a sack over his shoulder. There is naught but crumbs remaining on the dining table... (n/t) (Xia & Jax) (09-Sep-00 00:50:52)
Yuck, nasty vermins! (n/t) (Emerald) (09-Sep-00 00:53:30)
they won't be back fer a long time, (i hope) they got enough food to last them a lifetime! there's more foodtables, this is just one. (n/t) (Brightjade (Sister of JG and Jade)) (09-Sep-00 00:55:18)
I hope I never have to see, or smell them again! I hate it when beasts make fun of wolves! exsecially those kind! (n/t) (Emerald) (09-Sep-00 00:57:48)
Wrinkles her snout in a snarl as she heads for the door, muttering about the arrogance of canis lupus... (n/t) (Xia & Jax) (09-Sep-00 00:56:46)
YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY TO ME, YOU"LL SAY IT TO MY FACE! (n/t) (Emerald) (09-Sep-00 00:58:46)
geeze **whole crew of wolves run up and block the doorway, weapons drawn Silver (the leader)speaks** Alright, I let you go before cuz I had no reson to resent you, But now you have insulted my kind. You will die. (n/t) (The SilverMoon) (09-Sep-00 00:59:37)
*Emerald walks up behind the two coyotes, dagger drawn.* I don't want to hurt you, but you will NOT insult me or wolves (n/t) (09-Sep-00 01:04:09)
"I says you're an arrogant, officious, snooty-faced, pansy-faced, snot!!!" Jax tugs at his sister's tail in warning... (n/t) (Xia & Jax) (09-Sep-00 01:04:49)
I've had enough of you! *draws dagger and walks towards her, her green eyes are blazzing* Now what shall I do with you? Kill or let you go free? Kill or free? You tell me, but I know you will say free. *Advances on her, points the dagger at her throat* *In a whisper* Kill or free? Tis a hard choice. (n/t) (Emerald) (09-Sep-00 01:08:41)
**the crew assembels themselves around the two scruffy fluffbrains and are soon joined by §&C. (n/t) (TSM + §&C.) (09-Sep-00 01:06:35)
If Emerald's not gonna hurt you then we certainly will! (n/t) (TSM and §&C) (09-Sep-00 01:08:31)
*Laughs* Who said I'm not gonna hurt them. I don't care about him as much though, I want her!!!! (n/t) (Emerald) (09-Sep-00 01:11:52)
"Uh...this not be the best time and place for insults, Xi..." Jax glances around nervously...Xia shrugs his words off with a growl. She faces the group, lip curling rhythmatically... (n/t) (Xia & Jax) (09-Sep-00 01:08:48)
Xia draws herself up to her full height, which ends up quite lacking in comparison aside from her matted fur coat and slim, rib-protruding form...Xia faces her defiantly, "To kill me only proves my point...so go ahead you haughty priss!" (n/t) (Xia & Jax) (09-Sep-00 01:19:51)
Your point, what point, that wolves are greater than coyotes? I heard no point! And hotty priss I may be, but at least I'm a smart one! I am not a stealing fool! (n/t) (Emerald) (09-Sep-00 01:22:40)
(OOC: Why on earth would her point be that wolves are greater than coyotes? BTW - you spelled "haughty" wrong) (n/t) (X & J) (09-Sep-00 01:28:00)
I'm in favour of Killin' them, buuuuuut, if you want to do summat else, summat wors'n death… (n/t) (Them) (09-Sep-00 01:22:04)
What could be worse than death? I mean *smiles* what do you have in mind? (n/t) (Emerald) (09-Sep-00 01:24:01)
Jax is pretty sure Xia is thinking the wolf is too gutless to do it....but he has his doubts..."Xia are you insane???" He whispers, then, seeing she is not about to change her mind he steps up to Emerald and shoves the dagger away from his sister's throat with a glare... (n/t) (Xia & Jax) (09-Sep-00 01:22:57)
So you think I'm guttless too? I'm noble you fool! I am not a yellow bellied idoit. I am a kind generous WOLF! I will let you two go free, but if I ever see and hear either one of you putting down a wolf again, I might not be as kind! *returns the dagger to it's place.* Now LEAVE! (n/t) (Emerald) (09-Sep-00 01:30:02)
hupdedupdupdup (n/t) (09-Sep-00 01:32:41)
Xia smiles inwardly...no, she was not mistaken.....She hefts her sack across her back and grins, heading for the door. (n/t) (Xia & Jax) (09-Sep-00 01:36:52)
**winks** get it? (n/t) (Them) (09-Sep-00 01:23:44)
**whispers summat in Emeralds ear** (inside) **and winks again** get it now? (Them) (09-Sep-00 01:28:57)
Oh go ahead to it! But I have to get away from the vermins now, or no telling what will happen to them. (n/t) (Emerald) (09-Sep-00 01:31:33)
**shoves swordpoint at Jax's throat** fuzzy-face, slimy-pawed wretched thief. (n/t) (Silver) (09-Sep-00 01:30:00)
"I believe you are acting out of selfish pride and vengence, my friend...metal against verbal...the food's free." He glares reproachfully at Silver. (n/t) (Jax) (09-Sep-00 01:33:58)
Okay, I will, I'll git someone else to take them though, never did like that place. (n/t) (Silver) (09-Sep-00 01:33:43)
Allright vermin. **puts choak chains around their throats** yer goin ta tha Kingdom of Malkariss now. (n/t) (Surefire) (09-Sep-00 01:34:59)
**calls three of his strongest otters, two feretts and a hawk to him** Alrighty 'we're takin 'em to you know where. (n/t) (Surefire) (09-Sep-00 01:36:55)
"What the..." Jax reaches up and pulls at the chain around his neck. Xia, upon having the choker thrown around her neck drops the bag and spins around, leaping and twisting as she tries to pull away... (n/t) (Xia & Jax) (09-Sep-00 01:39:51)
**pulls on the chain to stop them from escaping while the rest grab them and disarm them.** (n/t) (Surefire) (09-Sep-00 01:41:31)
Jax has no weapon, Xia has two daggers. (n/t) (X & J) (09-Sep-00 01:43:52)
Jax gently lifts the chain from his neck, with the utmost calm while his sister froths and roars, biting and tearing at anyone and everyone close enough... (n/t) (Xia & Jax) (09-Sep-00 01:42:01)
**whisks over to Jax and swiftly puts the chain back on and locks it into position.** (n/t) (Surefire.) (09-Sep-00 01:47:52)
Glares coldly at Surefire and tries to retain a scrap of dignity amongst the chaos. (n/t) (Jax) (09-Sep-00 01:51:24)
Silver: 'ello, as soon as Surefire's taken them outside we can talk quietly.
§asha: And I can sing!!!
Jadestone: I'm gonna make up more poems, or talk to Emerald
Whitejade and Brightjade: resume their positions on da couch and resume their conversation.
TSM and §&C.
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As Xia goes nuts under the restraint, she can't help but notice the wolves that are once again lounging on the couches, happy to see the low-life coyotes are being put in their proper place....her hatred grows.... (n/t) (Xia & Jax) (09-Sep-00 01:49:33)
You could've stayed, insted you made a messs of it. (n/t) (JG) (09-Sep-00 01:51:32)
Stayed? I had the impression you wanted me to go....and that is exactly what Xia was doing when those over-emphatic goons threw a choke-chain around her neck... (n/t) (X & J) (09-Sep-00 01:56:21)
**resumes his work** (n/t) (JG) (09-Sep-00 01:53:44)
Well geeze ye didn't have ta go insultin us before ye left an' we're all gone now, bye. (n/t) (Over half the people there.) (09-Sep-00 01:57:53)
As far as I know, insulting creatures is not agaist the law...and if it is, the penalty certainly isn't death....or prison (or whatever that place is...). (n/t) (X & J) (09-Sep-00 02:00:55)
**the others take control of Xia and lock her chain. then they drag them outside,** yer allowed to escape once we're outside but don't come back. (n/t) (Surefire and the Crew) (09-Sep-00 01:49:43)
Uh...right.....with locked manacles around their throats? Yeesh. (n/t) (X & J) (09-Sep-00 01:52:57)
font color=fire>Okay, I've decided I'm not gonna take ye to, Malkariss. I'm jist gonna take ye far away from here an' let ye be. I'm warnin' ye, DON'T COME BACK!!!!!!!!!! (n/t) (Surefire) (09-Sep-00 01:56:01)
Jax is beginning to see what his sister means....certainly after this incident he won't be able to argue... "May I please have my bag?" (n/t) (Jax) (09-Sep-00 01:58:40)
The door to the dancehall is slammed in his face. Jax rubs his neck where a raw welt is beginning to rise around his neck. He glances around, but his sister had, seemingly, taken off as soon as the chain was removed from her throat. Jax dusts off his worn brown breeches and walks down the road, stomach growling. (n/t) (Xia & Jax) (09-Sep-00 02:07:44)
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Xia is Killed
Two coyotes slink into the hall, wild yellow eyes searching about hungrilly (though marked with a significant amount of paranoia). They make their way to the food table and kitchens to gorge themselves... (n/t) (Xia & Jax)
*shoots a glance over at them and growls as she sees the female* (n/t) (Emerald) Xia shoots a murderous look at the wolf, her lips lifting to reveal yellowed fangs as a loud growl rises from her throat. (n/t) (Xia) (01-Dec-00 23:09:00) *glares and bares her teeth as a growl raises from her throat* (n/t) (Emerald) (01-Dec-00 23:10:51) (OOC: Oh that was original...) BIC: Xia clacks her teeth together in a mock-bite as if she were mentally tearing Emerald's tender throat out. Jax reaches out and steers his sister into the kitchen, "That's not what we came here for sis'....remember?" Xia continues to snarl at Emerald but allows her smaller brother to lead her away, "Mange-licking lilly-livered snot-sucking-" They disappear into the kitchens... (n/t) (Xia & Jax) (01-Dec-00 23:18:06) (OOC: thanks, good wasn't it!) BIC: *narrows her eyes* stinking, filthy vermin! deserves to die. (n/t) (Emerald) (01-Dec-00 23:26:55) **sneers over at the two coyotes, but not picking a fight** huh. (n/t) (Friana) (01-Dec-00 23:13:38) *glares but never says anything* (n/t) (Emerald) (01-Dec-00 23:18:00)
**Arian is the first to walk in, twirling around on her toe shoes. she looks around the room, hoping to see a friend. Closely following Arian is Friana, who sullenly looks around the room for someone that would like to talk. They go in opposite directions, Friana giving Arian a dirty look before going to sit at the bar. Arian climbs up to the rafters, and sits hoping for one of her friends to talk to her.** ooc- sorry, this is a cut and paste from earlier, to lazy to write a new one...... Arian & Friana Click here to reply Replies: *walks over to Friana* Hello again (n/t) (Emerald) (01-Dec-00 22:52:33) **once again, tries to smile, but not used to doing so, it looks a lot like a smirk** hey.....**her eyes are the same as they were earlier, if not a little more angry** how are you? (n/t) (Friana) (01-Dec-00 22:54:33) good. you? *nods over to her sister* good, you didn't kill her. (n/t) (Emerald) (01-Dec-00 22:59:00) **smirks** ha, I managed not to...**laughs wickedly** (n/t) (Friana) (01-Dec-00 23:00:30) *smiles* good. (n/t) (Emerald) (01-Dec-00 23:04:57) **sneers, obviously a try-smile, and whispers to Emerald** I think you are the only one I will ever be nice to, if I can be nice......... (n/t) (Friana) (01-Dec-00 23:07:34) *grins* what an honor! *laughs softly* good, you're one of my only friends then (n/t) (Emerald) (01-Dec-00 23:09:13) **smirks** ha, yeah, its an honer, havin' an outcast fer a friend....but thats only if I can be nice... (n/t) (Friana) (01-Dec-00 23:11:49) I don't care if you are a murder. I need real friends (n/t) (Emerald) (01-Dec-00 23:20:16) but dont ever tell anyone that I am nice..... I am not nice (n/t) (Friana) (01-Dec-00 23:09:38) *laughs* don't worry, your secret is safe with me. (n/t) (Emerald) (01-Dec-00 23:18:43) **settles back** good..... I don't like the thought of me going soft..... (n/t) (Friana) (01-Dec-00 23:22:02) *smiles* Well as long as you will be *whispers* nice around me, k? (n/t) (Emerald) (01-Dec-00 23:24:14) **nods** alright, but you are the only one, 'cept maybe Epona......definitly not Roanne..... (n/t) (Friana) (01-Dec-00 23:28:02) *glances over at the kitchen door Xia went through* grr she needs to be dead! (n/t) (Emerald) (01-Dec-00 23:29:34) **keeping a very angry glare on Xia, she turns to Emerald** I just want to know, how did all this start? **for some reason, her tone is rude** (n/t) (Friana) (01-Dec-00 23:33:42) *shrugs* actually I have no idea. She was insulting wolves and me, calling us stuff. Then we got in a little verbal fight, that's all it ever is. really. (n/t) (Emerald) (01-Dec-00 23:38:19) **nods** ah, I see.... (n/t) (Friana) (01-Dec-00 23:40:56) Xia walks out with a bin of rolls and a bowl of stew. She chooses a table near Emerald just so she can snarl at her over Friana's shoulder. She glares, her muzzle wrinkled with contempt as she tears into a roll fiercely, pretending it's the wolf's head. (n/t) (Xia) (01-Dec-00 23:28:28) Jax steps from the kitchens with his own bowl of soup and rolls his eyes..."Oh great..." he mutters to himself. He joins his sister at the table... (n/t) (Jax) (01-Dec-00 23:30:40) **noting the strategy, she gets up to the bar and orders an october ale, comes back and sits so she can see Xia.** want one? **she asks Emerald, keeping one eye on the coyote** (n/t) (Friana) (01-Dec-00 23:31:50) sure. *keeps her eyes on the coyotes* (n/t) (Emerald) (01-Dec-00 23:33:06) **gets up, and orders another october ale, coming back with angry eyes** (n/t) (Friana) (01-Dec-00 23:35:14) *takes it* thanks (n/t) (Emerald) (01-Dec-00 23:36:18) *glares over* so Xia, you to lazy to hunt your food? So you get the easy, killed and cooked by someone else. Low, very low (n/t) (Emerald) (01-Dec-00 23:32:02) Xia stands and slams a fist against the table, upping the bowl of stew. Her lips are peeled back all the way, showing both gums and yellowed teeth, "Say that again snot-face!" (n/t) (Xia) (01-Dec-00 23:36:04) Re: Xia stands and slams a fist against the table, upping the bowl of stew. Her lips are peeled back all the way, showing both gums and yellowed teeth, (n/t) (01-Dec-00 23:37:18) *stands up* You are a lazy, low piece of vermin (n/t) (Emerald) (01-Dec-00 23:39:33) Jax winces, but glares at the wolf as well, remembering clearly the hell she put them through... (n/t) (Jax) (01-Dec-00 23:38:32) *sitting down she glares back at them both* (n/t) (Emerald) (01-Dec-00 23:43:31) **raises an eyebrow that is above flashing eyes, but not saying anything of insult** my my, such a temper we have! but please, don't go to extremes trying to control it...**her tone is sarcastic** (n/t) (Friana) (01-Dec-00 23:39:24) *smiles and sits back down* Chill Xia. (n/t) (Emerald) (01-Dec-00 23:41:10) Xia roars with fury and scrambles over the table sending rolls and stew flying as she tries to reach the two. Jax, however, has a good hold on her tail and is not too willing to release his grip any time soon... (n/t) (Xia & Jax) (01-Dec-00 23:42:46) **looks at Emerald, her eyes showing nothing but their usual anger** well, she has quite the temper, doesn't she? **laughs wickedly, her usual laugh** (n/t) (Friana) (01-Dec-00 23:44:49) yes, friendly sort isn't she. (n/t) (Emerald) (01-Dec-00 23:47:10) **smirks** now, wouldn't it be nice if everyone were that friendly? **chuckles wickedly** (ooc- I have to leave in 15 mins.) (n/t) (Friana) (01-Dec-00 23:48:25) *smirks* Having fun you two? (n/t) (Emerald) (01-Dec-00 23:45:06) Jax is feeling quite frustrated...is he the only sane creature in this entire hall? He grimaces as Xia's tail begins to slowly pull from his paws... (n/t) (Jax) (01-Dec-00 23:47:35) **smirks** quite the contrary Jax, I am perfectly sane, just no one knows it....**sneers* (n/t) (Friana) (01-Dec-00 23:49:41) Xia, I don't want to kill you...not yet. I bet you want me dead, but I don't give a care. Now leave me alone, I'll leave you alone. *stands up and glares* (n/t) (Emerald) (01-Dec-00 23:50:12) **remains seated, thinking it is best if she keep her mouth shut for now** (n/t) (Friana) (01-Dec-00 23:51:24) *takes a sip of her october ale and sits back down and props her legs up on the table* (n/t) (Emerald) (01-Dec-00 23:53:07) **smirks** well, I think this is going quite well, don't you? **sips her october ale calmly, her face expressionles except for her eyes** (n/t) (Friana) (01-Dec-00 23:54:37) "Aren't we suddenly the noble beast?" Xia spits, "Just like last time you get your little insults in then walk off - nose high in the air while the rest of us fight to stay alive! You're going down wolf trash!" With one last pull her tail comes free of Jax's paws and she leaps at the wolf, jaws wide and snapping. (n/t) (Xia) (01-Dec-00 23:53:55) *jumps up as Xia crashes into her. She falls to the ground, then grabs her dagger and goes after Xia* Oh no! I fight to stay alive! I am just not low! (n/t) (Emerald) (01-Dec-00 23:57:22) **is extremely angry** ok, now I'm pissed(scuse me)......my second night here, an' I have ta be a part of a fight......ain't that lovely.......**looks unsure for the first time in her life of what to do** (n/t) (Friana) (01-Dec-00 23:59:41) ARIAN-**looks down from the rafters and sees Xia leaping at Emerald, so she leaps down, not bothering with climbing, and stands next to Friana, also unsure, but very worried** oh no...... (n/t) (Arian) (02-Dec-00 00:02:23) Xia tears into the wolf's thick fur coat, her slight form twisting quickly around to escape the slashing blade...Jax stands, teeth gritted with a mix between anger and fear for his sister. (n/t) (Xia & Jax) (02-Dec-00 00:00:43) *growls and claws at Xia's face, while slashing with her dagger* (n/t) (Emerald) (02-Dec-00 00:03:33) OOC- I am sorry Emerald, but I have to go.......e-mail me (n/t) (Friana&Arian) (02-Dec-00 00:04:41) k (n/t) (Emerald) (02-Dec-00 00:05:31) The dagger cuts a quick gash along the coyote's ribs, but Xia is lunging for Emerald's neck before it even begins to bleed. (n/t) (Xia) (02-Dec-00 00:05:18) *kicks at her* get..off! *slashes at her again* (n/t) (Emerald) (02-Dec-00 00:08:24) The blade slices along Xia's upper arm and the coyote immediately turns - almost instinctively to bite at the dagger that caused her such pain. Jax has finally had enough - he jumps at Emerald and wraps an arm around her neck, pulling her away from his sister in a choking hold. (n/t) (Xia & Jax) (02-Dec-00 00:12:13) *stumbles back, and coughs. then kicks back at him* (n/t) (Emerald) (02-Dec-00 00:14:06) **steps in between Emerald and Xia/Jax** leave this child alone... she is of no consequence to you.... (btw, nice cheating. using your alts to fight in a situation in which you SHOULD and WILL lose is very STUPID) (n/t) (Darkly Garbed Wolf) (02-Dec-00 00:18:32) **a wolf garbed in dark cloak and robe, with a robe about his waist walks in, a hand-and-a-half sword in it's scabbard dangling from his side, and a claymore slung over his shoulder** Xia... you have made a grave mistake... **he unslings the claymore** now, you shall die! **he slices quickly at Xia's center of mass, the claymore singing as it hurls thru the air** (n/t) (Darkly Garbed Wolf) (02-Dec-00 00:12:57) The she-coyote howls in agony as the blade unavoidably drives home. Though she saw the weapon coming she could do nothing to stop it with her bare paws...Xia staggers back, her maw awash with red blood as she coughs and stumbles, panting out red drool. Jax releases Emerald at once and yells, his eyes wide, "Nooo! Xia!" (n/t) (Xia & Jax) (02-Dec-00 00:16:28) *falls down breathing in deep and coughing, then sees Xia and shakes her head* oh no. *she rubs her neck* (n/t) (Emerald) (02-Dec-00 00:19:16) Jax falls to his knees, holding his sister's head in his trembling paws. He shakes his head with disbelief and horror. (n/t) (Jax) (02-Dec-00 00:21:34) **growls** step away from Emerald, or you both shall die.... (n/t) (Darkly Garbed Wolf) (02-Dec-00 00:21:02) *stands up stumbling and rubbing her neck as she looks down at Xia and Jax* (n/t) (Emerald) (02-Dec-00 00:23:39) *snarls at the other wolf* "You watch yourself, bud. Or you'll be the dead one." (n/t) (Thanatos) (02-Dec-00 00:27:46) A black wolf comes flying out of no where and body-slams into the Darkly Garbed Wolf. He casts a quick glance at Jax, "Normally, I'm all for killing, but a friend of yours asked me to assist." He turns back to the wolf and draws a dagger from his belt (n/t) (Thanatos) (02-Dec-00 00:23:36) (auto-hitting isnt allowed, your move has been disqualified) **hears the wolf approach, and slices off to his side, the 6 ft long sword whistling thru the air at the intruder** you dare to attack an innocent? you dare to defend those who did nothing? i do regret my actions, but to save those you care for things must happen. (n/t) (Darkly Garbed Wolf) (02-Dec-00 00:28:01) (that "defend" wuz s'posed to be an "attack") (n/t) (DGW-OOC) (02-Dec-00 00:30:52) (funny, I'd call what you did to Xia auto-hitting.) Thanatos drops as the sword flies a hair from him. He rolls away and draws a dagger.* "YOU! An innocent! You did nothing! You have just killed a beast! You are not innocent!" (n/t) (Thanatos) (02-Dec-00 00:32:54) (um... no... i said "the sword was swung AT her", not "the sword slices her body in half") i wasnt talking about me, i was talking about her... **points quickly to the figure slumped in the chair** you have attacked her only defender, and in essence attacked her. **slices downward at him** (n/t) (Darkly Garbed Wolf) (02-Dec-00 00:36:23) (It was close enough to that in the way you worded it) Dodges backwards, the weapon making a red gash across his chest. Ignoring the pain, he stands. "I did not attack her!!!! I attacked YOU because you just murdered. And besides, the one whom you are 'defending' doesn't seem to thrilled by your actions." (n/t) (Thanatos) (02-Dec-00 00:42:19) (um... rrright. if she/he thought it was an auto, they couldve called it) **stabs at him, again** what do you expect? she's never seen a life taken before! (n/t) (Darkly Garbed Wolf) (02-Dec-00 00:46:48) (News Flash for you mate! There are a lot of people out there who don't call auto-hits. I'm one of them and I'm sure Xia is one too.) Dodges again, this time the sword cuts his side. He grasps the wound and glares angrily at the other wolf before shifting his gaze to the weapon. Somehow, he didn't think his dagger would do much good against a six-foot long sword. (BTW isn't six feet a bit much.) (n/t) (Thanatos) (02-Dec-00 00:52:49) (the Germans used 6ft+ long swords in medaivel times.and most claymores are any where from 5-6 ft long) **slices again, at his center of mass** (n/t) (Darkly Garbed Wolf) (02-Dec-00 00:55:36) (I see. I'll have to research that.) Attempts to twist away as the claymore once again slashes him. He clutches both paws to his stomach. His golden eyes glare with hate at the other wolf. (n/t) (Thanatos) (02-Dec-00 01:03:16) (http://medieval-weaponry.com/ click on "Functional" then "Mediavel" and scroll down until you see the Landesknechte Flamberge Sword) do you concede? if you do, you may leave, and your honor shall not be harmed in my eyes. (n/t) (Darkly Garbed Wolf) (02-Dec-00 01:13:05) "Maybe it would not be dishonorable in your eyes, but it would be in mine and to the eyes of that one." *he points to Derica* "She is the closest thing I have ever had to a daughter and I will never dishonor myself in front of her. Strike me down, you coward. You who carry a big sword against on who only carries a dagger and my dishonor be on your head!" (n/t) (Thanatos) (02-Dec-00 01:19:37) **raises an eye brow** you are brave. and your dignity means much. but, how much does your dignity mean, compared to your daughter? why would you leave her behind? if she loves you, and you care about her, then she would wish you to live. if she cares your honor will not be less in her eyes. if you wish to leave your daughter for all time, then kill yourself, so you dont have someone to blame. (n/t) (Darkly Garbed Wolf) (02-Dec-00 01:30:03) Derica steps in and pulls off her hood, revealing a pretty vixen who is about the at the age of a young adult. "He is not my father and I am not his daughter and we rarely think of each other as such. He and I both belong to the great order of the Brotherhood and honor means much to us. Kill him if you must, but understand that, to uphold my honor, I must take vengance on you." (n/t) (Derica) (02-Dec-00 01:37:17) **smiles softly at her, his face still concealed** i didnt have to kill anyone. i made a choice, and that was that my friend is more important then Xia. she is worth one, but i will not kill someone who has done nothing more then attack me. i have had enough killing tonight. he will live, unless he should attack me again, and i do not stop, he may die. a death a night is too much death, if i could take it back and kill her brother, than i would. but it stopped him, for now. **pulls a single hand sword, made of black steel and highly polished gold, at his opponents' footpaws** take this, noble enemy, as a token of my good will. and you may find it useful, anyway. (n/t) (Darkly Garbed Wolf) (02-Dec-00 01:45:37) Picks up the wolf's gift. "It would come in handy, if swords did not hamper me so. A dagger is a honorable weapon, though not meant for such hand-to-hand combat. I accept you gift however. Farewell!" He begins to turn away but looks to Jax. "I greatly regret that I got here too late to assist you and your sister. May we meet again someday." (OOC: I would have dragged this on, but it is passed midnight where I live and my mom's getting on my case. Farewell all!) (n/t) (Thanatos (and Derica)) (02-Dec-00 01:57:03) OOC: If someone genuinely wants to kill one of my characters, I feel there is nothing I can do to stop them within the realm of realism. The hit was not auto, but could not be countered (shrug). My character could do nothing since she has no weapon to block and parry with anyway. He wanted to kill my unarmed beast, and I could not - in all fairness - stop him. (n/t) (X & J's Creator) (02-Dec-00 00:53:19) (**bows** my most sincer appologies, sir or ma'am. it was my impression that she did carry a weapon. i am most sincerly sorry, and did expect you to dodge it. if you will allow Emerald to, she may be able to help your sister... **wont say how** (n/t) (DGW-OOC) (02-Dec-00 00:58:33) OOC: Uh...she's kinda dead already, DGW. If you do not intend to kill, you should not swing huge blades at beasts. Xia was not exactly expecting a wolf to leap in and stab her so she didn't have time to even consider dodging before it was too late. Now please tell me why you are yelling at me about "alts"... (n/t) (X&J's Creator) (02-Dec-00 01:03:53) (im not yelling at you. and, yes, there is a way to help, even tho she's dead. depends on whether or not you'll allow sorcery) (n/t) (DGW-OOC) (02-Dec-00 01:08:13) (*shoots a glance over at DCW* not here, ppl here don't believe in that!) (n/t) (Emerald's creator) (02-Dec-00 01:10:47) OOC: That sounds........wrong to me. Resurrecting Xia would be grotesque and disrespectful in my eyes. (n/t) (X & J's Creator) (02-Dec-00 01:17:15) (yeah. *sluks away*) Jin, am I sorry, I didn't want her to die *mumbles* I should have been the one dead. *walks off to a corner* (n/t) (Emerald OOC&IC) (02-Dec-00 01:20:23) *stands up shakily* Do you take me for some coward? I'm not. I didn't want to kill her, I wasn't going to. No matter how much she hurt me, I was NOT going to kill her! Jax I'm sorry, I know you won't accept it, but I am. Now you two! You two can just stop it! (n/t) (Emerald) (02-Dec-00 00:53:28) Xia's body shudders one last time and lies still, her golden eyes staring up into the rafters, unseeing. Jax leans his forehead against his sister's and howls, tears streaming down his cheeks. (n/t) (Jax) (02-Dec-00 00:24:24) *drops into a chair, a strange look on her face, she is staring off into the room* (n/t) (Emerald) (02-Dec-00 00:27:56) His howls turn to whimpers, his entire being convulsing with sobs. He continues to beweep his sister's fate, oblivious to time, danger, or reason. He closes his eyes, wishing it were all just a horrible nightmare... (n/t) (Jax) (02-Dec-00 00:34:01) A cloaked figure appears with a notched bow. She watches the battle between the two wolves calmly. (n/t) (Derica) (02-Dec-00 00:45:51) (gonna use your alts now? YOU CANT FIGHT, CAN YOU!? IF YOU HAVE TO USE YOUR ALTS THEN YOU CAN'T WIN HONORABLE COMBAT, AND ARE NOT WORTH MY TIME!) (n/t) (DGW-OOC) (02-Dec-00 00:50:53) OOC: What the heck are you talking about? "Alts"? (n/t) (X & J's Creator) (02-Dec-00 00:56:12) (Alts are one's other characters. like Jax and Xia. and calling the whistle on what could be, and most likely would be, an attack if your char failed, is not blowing my top. i have not blown my top here, once, yet. you may think so, but then you aint seen nothin' yet (no realtion to Al Gore)) (n/t) (DGW-OOC) (02-Dec-00 01:03:24) (Talking in all Capitals is usually considered yelling and yelling is often refered to as 'blowing one's top') (n/t) (Derica) (02-Dec-00 01:07:26) (i get violent, and i swear when i blow my top.) (n/t) (DGW-OOC) (31-Dec-69 19:00:00) (OOC: I am not understanding your point here, DGW...do you mean to say that having two well-developed characters is illegal? I find your blatant assault on not only my characters - but also my own persona very insulting and in bad taste.) (n/t) (X & J's Creator) (02-Dec-00 01:12:14) (no, im not insulting you, if i seem to, then i appologise. having two well devoloped chars is not a sin. using them both in combat is, as far as im concered) (n/t) (DBW-OOC) (02-Dec-00 01:15:45) OOC: Mr. DGW - I have been attacked countless times by "packs" and groups of creatures under one creator. I agree it is quite unfair. However, I am very careful with my characters and hardly ever have more than two in one place at a time (and if I do they are not friends). I do not feel that Jax could or would just stand and watch his sister being chopped into strings - and who are you to judge that Jax was doing anything but preventing more bloodshed? Perhaps you may learn from tonight's events that it is not always the wisest solution to leap in and kill whomever you deem "in the wrong". (n/t) (X & J's Creator) (02-Dec-00 01:22:39) (if you had been thru as much loss as DGW has, you would understand.) (n/t) (DGW-OOC) (02-Dec-00 01:31:50) OOC: Then thankyou for providing Jax the soul-tearing opportunity to experience such loss... (n/t) (X & J's Creator) (02-Dec-00 01:38:51) (Jax's loss is small, in comparison to DGW's. but, you are welcome. i dont just walk into a place and say "im gonna kill someone". they have to be selected from a small pool of the most dangeruos aggressors to my friend(s). but i dont attack, unless they have already attacked my friend(s) that are there. BTW, i think you're the one suffering a soul-tearing expirience, not just Jax) (n/t) (DGW-OOC) (02-Dec-00 01:49:20) OOC: Yes, well...I cannot help getting a little attached....and poor Jax.....always receives the worst of every situation no matter how hard he tries... (n/t) (X & J's C) (02-Dec-00 01:54:07) (i know how you feel. im sorry, and that's the best i can do, ok?) (n/t) (DGW-OOC) (02-Dec-00 02:01:22
The coyote swipes a paw across his nose and blinks, trying to clear his fuzzy vision... Saturday, 02-Dec-00 01:45:57 Message: 207.14.63.239 writes: He sits up and solumnly begins to try to lift the larger coyote into his arms. He can't just leave her here on the floor... Jax Click here to reply Replies: He lifts, his smaller, thinner form straining under the weight. When he thinks about who the "weight" is he begins to cry again, biting his lip and taking a tentative, yet wobbly step towards the door. (n/t) (Jax) (31-Dec-69 19:00:00) *lifts the maid from Jax's arms and holds her gently in his own.* Let me help. Ye shouldn't have to carry her like this. (n/t) (Dirk) (02-Dec-00 01:52:15) *steps out of the corner* Jax, can I help? *doubts he will let her, but hopes he does* (n/t) (Emerald) (02-Dec-00 01:55:23) *sees Dirk and sighs, starts back for the shadows again* (n/t) (Emerald) (02-Dec-00 01:59:18) Jax does not know who Dirk is and barely recognizes Emerald. He looks at them, his eyes filled with deep sorrow, staring emptily. He nods, acknowledging at least - that somebeast was actually helping him - incredible as that may seem... (n/t) (Jax) (02-Dec-00 02:01:09) *the burly badger allows a slight, but reasuring smile escape his otherwise somber features.* Anything you need, just ask it. (n/t) (Dirk) (02-Dec-00 02:05:00) if you wish, i shall prepare a coffin for her. (n/t) (Darkly Garbed Wolf) (02-Dec-00 01:59:17) He shakes his head and pauses, clearing the tremmors from his voice before speaking softly, "No - that's okay. I'll take care of it...." (n/t) (Jax) (02-Dec-00 02:04:47) He looks up and sees just who he is talking to and takes an involuntary step backwards, his face twisting horribly. (n/t) (Jax) (02-Dec-00 02:06:18) **puts his Landesknechte sword,point down in the ground, in front of Jax** thou may keep this sword, the sword that taketh thy sister from thee. **bows and backs away, and then raises from the bow** i must be of, then. fare thee well (n/t) (Darkly Garbed Wolf) (02-Dec-00 02:15:43) **bows slowly, but deeply** i have killed an innocent... and she was your sister, i am most sincerly sorry for this. i did not mean for her to die.... if there is anything that i can do, ask Emerald of it, and i shall come, straight away, to commit the deed of which you asketh. (n/t) (Darkly Garbed Wolf) (02-Dec-00 02:09:05) He stares up at the wolf backing away the entire time, and falls back onto the floor. Then, realizing what the wolf was saying he shakes his head, incredulous, "How can you even begin to imagine....how can you even think that - " He buries his face in his arms. (n/t) (Jax) (02-Dec-00 02:13:13) i lost my family, my village, my fiancee, in one day. then i lost the last of my friends. then i made new ones and fell in love, and they, too died, and i have now, new friends, and one was at risk. why do you think, then, that i do not understand? i understand perfectly well. i pray no more loss comes to you, Jax, and that your days be blessed by God. (n/t) (Darkly Garbed Wolf) (02-Dec-00 02:20:05) His face hardens..."Blessed...." He gives one unenthusiastic "huh." and pauses before continuing, "My life has been nothing but cursed..." (n/t) (Jax) (02-Dec-00 02:25:43) *muuters* and I haven't helped. *steps back out of the shadows* Jax, listen, I know I said this down there, but ou didn't answer me. I didn't want her to die. I fought her because she fought me. She disgraced me and my kind, I couldn't ignore it. I tried, I did! I didn't want to fight her and I didn't want to die. Now, I should be the one dead right now, not her! Look I'm sorry. And I blame myself, I killed her, and I should have left it alone. *sighs* I know you won't accept my apoligies, but I wish you would. *looks at him then at the ground* (n/t) (Emerald) (02-Dec-00 02:33:07) He looks up at the wolf, arms dangling limply from his knees, "I never had anything against you - except for the whole "rope around my neck" thing...." He looks at the ground his face drawing with sadness once again. He shudders involuntarily, "Xia has always been in trouble - but I've always been able to bail her out....I should have known this day would come - I - I just can't bear it - I couldn't help her - couldn't save her...." (n/t) (Jax) (02-Dec-00 02:44:56) *has laid the maid down on the floor and wrapped her gently in a blanket. He shakes his head sadly.* It's the worst when ye can't be the saviour, but blame yourself and it'll eat you alive. (n/t) (Dirk) (02-Dec-00 02:51:00) I've got to go now. Bye *walks out* (n/t) (Emerald) (02-Dec-00 02:39:43) He forces himself to his feet and nods at the badger, "It's not far...I - I'll need a shovel......" (n/t) (Jax) (02-Dec-00 02:49:01) *says nothing more, but an understanding gaze passes in his eyes and he gently lifts the limp figure from her momentary resting place and stands, waiting.* (n/t) (Dirk) (02-Dec-00 02:53:53) Jax's teeth begin to chatter as they leave the hall. He wraps his paws about him and leads Dirk into the woods...to their sitting hill where they used to stay the night on a warm day and watch the sun set...... (n/t) (Jax) (02-Dec-00 02:59:30) *as they reach the hilltop, he finds a little patch of flowers and lays her there. He bows his head solemnly in respect, then slips away to give Jax his own time.* (n/t) (Dirk (ooc. I gtg. night!)) (02-Dec-00 03:04:57) (OOC: 'Night - hey wait - did he give him a shovel?) (n/t) (Jax, OOC) (02-Dec-00 03:06:43)
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An Old OOC chat at ITW Sali
*he walks in, thinking about how long it will be till someone ends up killing him* Saturday, 13-Jan-01 18:06:19 205.188.200.58 writes: *he sits down catiously, looking around the deserted dance. He sighs and slumps back on his chair. Wonder if there is a bartender here? he thinks. To comfirm his thoughts he walks behind the bar table and looks around. Not seeing anyone he snatches some wine and a clean glass and goes back to his seat.* Tuhor Click here to reply Replies: (AAaaah! Okay I give up - I guess the hare behind the bar is just INVISIBLE to every other beast....) (n/t) (Mhk, OOC) (13-Jan-01 18:08:59) Sorrry!!!! *quickly puts things back*. . Heh, heh. . Ironic isn't it. . ? *gulp* (n/t) (ooc Tuhor) (13-Jan-01 18:10:36) (OOC: Not really. Did you get my email Mr. Oogaboo?) (n/t) (VR) (13-Jan-01 18:11:50) Yep, Went to your site too. Pretty cool. Only then did I relize Klyo was your char. . (n/t) (Tuhor) (13-Jan-01 18:14:25) (Cringes) Shhhhhhhhh!!!!!! (n/t) (13-Jan-01 18:20:41) I see. . Hmmm. .I see a website. . 'The page of Vizon Rok's Hidden Secrets' (n/t) (Tuhor) (13-Jan-01 18:26:22) (OOC: Come on, Tuhor! I don't give a rat's tail if my friends and the oldies know who I am, but newbies like Xavier would take out their hatred of my bad characters on my good ones....) (n/t) (VR) (13-Jan-01 18:30:05) I'm joking, Viz! I wouldn't do that to you. That would really suck if I did. Hey, How long have you actually been here anyway? (n/t) (Tuhor) (13-Jan-01 18:34:38) (OOC: (shrugs) Ah, about 2 years I guess...I remember beasts like Strang and Sterling Rathcormic and Karrde....) (n/t) (VR) (13-Jan-01 18:38:33) I am still considered a newbie here. I've been here for about four or five months. (n/t) (Tuhor) (13-Jan-01 18:40:26) (OOC:.....Rufe, Garnell, Lael....and some I wouldn't mind forgetting.... I don't consider you a newbie anymore, Tuhor. You've established yourself quite well and don't plow over all the invisible rules...) (n/t) (VR) (13-Jan-01 18:43:57) OOC: VR....Does Rufe ever come anymore? I don't think Strang does, but I was wondering about Rufe. i haven't gotten an e-mail in ages... (n/t) (Starlight ) (13-Jan-01 18:47:07) (OOC: He's dropped by once or twice. Once not too long ago I ran amuck with his pal, Mokkan, and found that he (Rufee boy) was at the library with him. We had a bit of a spat, but since Rufe and I are on good terms, Mokkan left me alone.) (n/t) (VR, OOC) (13-Jan-01 18:50:29) (shrugs) I try not to. I might not have been here for long but I've been RPing for years in various rpgs. (n/t) (Tuhor) (13-Jan-01 18:47:57) It really shows, Tuhor. (n/t) (VR, OOC) (13-Jan-01 18:53:56) Some people, like a particularly annoying wildcat naamed Morgant, don't think so and they constantly email me in character and thats, really, really annoying!!! (n/t) (Tuhor) (13-Jan-01 18:56:57) Not to be nosy, but I want to know what other oldies think of me. Am I a newbie?(sounds really stupid) (n/t) (Starlight) (13-Jan-01 18:57:51) It doesn't matter how long you've RPed. It's how good you are. Tuhor is not a newbie because he is good at RPing. His character is not immortal. People who must be reminded of this, I consider "newbies". Also writing (grammar, punctuation, variety, description) is very important, and fighting fairly is as well.... (n/t) (VR, OOC) (13-Jan-01 19:02:10) (Ah it all comes together. anyway Vr Xavier may be new but his creator isn't, he's in the ~IOE~ Stemstripes group who I have been RPing with for over a year with) (n/t) (~Xavier~) (13-Jan-01 18:58:46) *looks at VR curiously* Two years? Did you go by a different alias before? (n/t) (UTMB) (13-Jan-01 19:00:40) Ty Sabre was my first real character. Vizon's been here nearly the entire time, though. (n/t) (VR, OOC) (13-Jan-01 19:03:43) Oh yeah! I remember Ty Sabre. I think one of my chars talked with him like once. ^_^;; You mentioned Rufe and Mokkan, do they still come here and yell at everyone? (n/t) (UTMB OOC) (13-Jan-01 19:04:46) (OOC: Aside from that single incident....no. But TTG seems to want to return...they like to have foul-mouthed invincible and omnipotent ch's...) (n/t) (VR, OOC) (13-Jan-01 19:09:16) How do so many people get involved in this? This is getting, oh just a little confusing. . (n/t) (Tuhor) (13-Jan-01 19:12:18) I remember Ty noone talked to him before I stopped seeing him here.Strang doesn't Rp anymore I know him well, I have meant to talk to him over AIM. Hey Vr could you Make LNS any earlier?) (n/t) (~Xaviers C'~) (13-Jan-01 19:10:35) This is me fixing my little pet peeve. One word per line drives me crazy. Anyway, yah... they used to annoy the snot out of me... them and Charisma and her annoying form-changing self. >.< Go find a non-Redwall RP, you weridos. (n/t) (UTMB) (13-Jan-01 19:11:22) Yeah, I hate it that I can never make it to LNS, but I I have to get up at 5 AM for basketball every day, it would kill me if I stayed up that late... it's also killing me to miss all the fun, too. >.< But basketball comes before RPing and I'd be sapping all my strength. (n/t) (UTMB ) (13-Jan-01 19:15:14) OOC: Thankyou. I was about to do just that. Xavier - the way I figure it, 23:00:00 is about right for most people. It wouldn't be "Late Night" if it started any earlier (at least to the West Coast). Besides - you wouldn't like it because you would have to abide by rules... (n/t) (VR, OOC) (13-Jan-01 19:15:51) So exactly what time is 23:00:00? I have no clue how to translate that. . And I really wanna be here for LNS. . (n/t) (Tuhor) (13-Jan-01 19:18:57) Only oldies who know how to create mortal, fallible characters and newbies who are willing to listen and bear heavy criticism are supposed to come. We don't mind newbies if they are willing to learn. (n/t) (VR, OOC) (13-Jan-01 19:19:28) *shrug* I dunno whether I count as a newbie or not... I'm not a heavy RPer, but I do try to make all my chars fallible in some sort or another. Mostly, I'm a writer, but a lot of times the unspoken rules of RPing stop the rules of writing... I'm willing to learn if I'm going wrong, but, then again, I haven't been "evaluated" by you yet. ^.^ (n/t) (UTMB) (31-Dec-69 19:00:00) Thyat's what happened to me when I first came. . I got smashed to bits by oldies. .But. . . . I LIVEEEE!!!! (n/t) (Tuhor) (13-Jan-01 19:21:46) *chuckles* Remember Sky'ree? I ran into him here an' he chewed me up one side and down the other... ran into him at another RP, and he praised me. Whatever happened to him, anyway? He said he was going to Celtic camp for 2 weeks and disapeared. (n/t) (UTMB) (13-Jan-01 19:23:45) Thyat's = That's (n/t) (Tuhor) (13-Jan-01 19:23:47) (Its hard I live in Ireland its 12:20 here now, What happened to Ty?) (n/t) (~Xavier~) (13-Jan-01 19:19:42) (OOC: THAT question is addressed at my page...here I guess I'll give it to you all anyway....He may come back yet. It remains to be seen....) (VR, OOC) (13-Jan-01 19:22:56) Err. .What question? Mine or Xavier's? (n/t) (Tuhor) (13-Jan-01 19:25:28) Professor X's there...."what ever happened to Ty Sabre?" (n/t) (VR, OOC) (13-Jan-01 19:29:06) Oh....23 hours - that's Sali time. Look next to your name - see - it's around 19:20:00 hours. Roughly three hours and forty minutes 'til LNS. (n/t) (VR,OOC) (13-Jan-01 19:24:56) I've got to go. . Hopefully be back for LNS. . So long! (n/t) (Tuhor **gone**) (13-Jan-01 19:27:24) I just came back from your page... nice drawings, btw... correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't Tari Abyss go to CASM once? Or are you just not the only Tari out there? (n/t) (13-Jan-01 19:31:17) Ha ha ha ha ha! You think I'm Tari? No - no - Tari's been everywhere - I wouldn't know. But Tari's my best friend so I could ask if you were that curious. (n/t) (VR, OOC) (13-Jan-01 19:34:05) *shrug* I didn't know. The pic was there. Nah, I didn't care all that much. And if you don't mind my asking in a non-malicious sort of way, how did you "come to power" here at the Sali? When I left, I'd barely even seen Ty... I only vaguely remember him coming in once really beat up. There wasn't any kind of "hierarchy" when I left. (n/t) (UTMB) (13-Jan-01 19:36:43) Ahahahahahahaha! "Come to power?" Hah hahahhaha! Sorry (ahem).... I don't know....it's kind of a Machiavelli concept - when things become chaotic and random - sometimes a leader arises - though I still do not consider myself a leader....just an initiator. I try to work with the other excellent experienced LNSers to improve our play. I just was tired of having boring RPing and wanted to attempt to create some sort of private haven until things got under control again - thus - LNS.... (n/t) (VR, OOC) (13-Jan-01 19:40:20) *laughs* So it's a sort of "culture rebellion," eh? ^.^ Much-needed, I'm sadly afraid. First day I came back here I ran into a group and asked about LNS. They got all starry-eyed and said the concept belonged to an "RP god" who had over 100 chars, aren't we all impressed? ^.^;; (n/t) (UTMB) (13-Jan-01 19:42:35) LNSer's are serious RPers who love to write and interact in creative and realistic game play. One can't really do that with a dozen newbies all dancing and smooching everywhere....and QUALITY was sorely lacking.... (n/t) (VR, OOC) (13-Jan-01 19:41:46) That would be what drove me to CASM. ^_^ We used to make entirely too much fun of all the RPers and their wacky chars at the Sali. Then everyone quit going and we didn't have any info to make us laugh. (n/t) (UTMB) (13-Jan-01 19:44:25) (OOC: Ha ha ha.....well I certainly don't have 100 ch's and I'm certainly no RPing god...(a lot of my friends would laugh their insides to pulp at this). Tari Abyss - (Mad Philosophes) is the one with 100 ch's...) (n/t) (VR, OOC) (13-Jan-01 19:48:37) Well, let's give your friends' insides a short break, then, shall we? ^.^ 100 chars is a bit unfathomable to me... I come from the other school, which says that the fewer there are, the better they are. Anyway, I gotta run. Sorry I can't make it back for LNS, but don't think it's not because I don't want to. (n/t) (UTMB) (13-Jan-01 19:50:52) (waves) See ya. (n/t) (VR, OOC) (13-Jan-01 19:53:28)
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A Bloody Beast Stares at Lotar
With each step he leaves a blood print. He sits on a stool and grabs a glass of water and pours it on his handa and wipes off the blood. -Darigazz Replies: ** the wildcat looks over** You ok? -- Laila, 13:11:34 07/11/01 Wed
The beast jumps in surprise and spills the water on the bar. "uuhh...fine thank you." (NT) -- Darigazz, 13:13:44 07/11/01 Wed
**looks at the bloody foot-prints** You don't look ok..Can I help you? **she cocks her head** -- Laila, 13:18:02 07/11/01 Wed
The beast glares at her. " How can y-you help me?" as he speaks little droplits of blood fall from his mouth. -- Darigazz, 13:22:14 07/11/01 Wed
**she takes out a peice of cloth and dabs the blood around his mouth** I can bandage you up. **smiles** -- Laila, 13:26:37 07/11/01 Wed
His eyes soften a little bit. "I dont need to be bandaged up" he says plainly. She can see drops of blood fall from the stool where he's sitting. -- Darigazz, 13:30:01 07/11/01 Wed
You may not think so but you really do. Now ,can you show me where you are hurt? -- Laila, 13:33:50 07/11/01 Wed
"Im not hurt....I dont think?" he begins to look over his body. -- Darigazz, 13:35:46 07/11/01 Wed
Well, how did this happen to you? Did you get in a fight? -- Laila, 13:37:45 07/11/01 Wed
He yells " NOTHING IS WRONG WITH ME!" blood spurts from his mouth and hands. -- Darigazz, 13:42:12 07/11/01 Wed
**smiles** Now, now. It's ok. No need to yell. **she begins to whip up his blood** So, tell me your name, please. -- Laila, 13:47:27 07/11/01 Wed
He pushes her arm away..."Darigazz is my name and I said I dont need bandages....Im fine." blood drips from his nose and he wipes it away with his hand only smearing it on his face in the process. -- Darigazz, 13:52:10 07/11/01 Wed
**keeps smiling** Hello, Darigazz. I'm Laila. **cleans off his face** -- Laila, 13:53:58 07/11/01 Wed
He pushes her hand away again."Please go away" he says in a soft whimper. -- Darigazz, 13:56:14 07/11/01 Wed
I don't want you to die now, do I? -- Laila, 13:57:33 07/11/01 Wed
Darigazz laughs -- It sounds more like a gurgle than a laugh. "How am I gonna die? Is some beast gonna shoot me? or are you gonna kill me? tell me how I'm going to die" -- Darigazz, 14:01:42 07/11/01 Wed
Sucha a caring brat, don't you think? *she is talking to Darigazz about Laila. The dark wildcat materializes out of the shadows, a cruel smile on her lips* -- Faith, 14:06:49 07/11/01 Wed
Well, for one thing, your bleeding...And if some clean little mousemaid catches you bleeding all over the floor; it'll be lights out for you. **giggles lightly** -- Laila, 14:03:40 07/11/01 Wed
Darigazz staresat her with a blank look on his face. The blood returns to his nose and drips down to his mouth and he licks it up with a dry pale tongue. -- Darigazz, 14:06:44 07/11/01 Wed
**turns to Faith and frowns. She turns back to Darigazz and smiles as she cleans up his nose** -- Laila, 14:09:20 07/11/01 Wed
It's only the truth Laila. Already flirting just so soon after Arrowstrike died? He'd be torn to bits... actually, I think I can hear him crying in hell now... hmmm... *she grins, her dark eyes shining* -- Faith, 14:11:07 07/11/01 Wed
Darigazz continues to stare at Faith with hollow eyes. -- Darigazz, 14:12:55 07/11/01 Wed
**now turns he full attention to Faith** I am just helping this poor beast out. I'm not flirting. **cringes** And please don't remind me of Arrow...It was hard enough losing him.. -- Laila, 14:13:24 07/11/01 Wed
he=her -- L, 14:14:27 07/11/01 Wed
Hello Faith. I see your making some new friends he say sarcasticly. -- Lotar, 14:15:59 07/11/01 Wed
*she glances at Darigazz with her dark eyes, but keeps her attention on Laila* And yet you continue on normally. If I was even half in love with the guy, I would still be crying over him. Aren;t you a little fast? And you are flirting, just not very good. Actually, you suck at it. -- Faith, 14:17:06 07/11/01 Wed
The tall raccoon looks at Faith in a concerned way. -- Lotar, 14:18:17 07/11/01 Wed
*she glances at Lotar, a hint of a smile quirking at her lips, but she still keeps her attention on Laila, intent on getting a rise out of her* -- Faith, 14:19:10 07/11/01 Wed
Darigazz is still drooling at Faith. -- Darigazz, 14:21:00 07/11/01 Wed
**her face turns pale** I told you, Faith, **glares** I am not looking for love! This beast, whom I don't even know what he is, was bleeding eveywhere. Do you expect me to just leave him? I know you went through a hard time with Santrico but you don't have to take it out on me! -- Laila, 14:20:21 07/11/01 Wed
Hard time with Santrico? Are you kidding me? He is just as much a whiny brat as you are! Actually, you both make the perfect couple. Both weak, pitiful, and wistful. And if he obviously doesn't want help, then leave him alone. *she smiles devilishly, showing her newly bloodstained fangs.* -- Faith, 14:22:15 07/11/01 Wed
*she glances at Darigazz again, and then Lotar. She smiles at his comment, returning it as sarcastically as he did* I do try. *she then turns her attention back to Laila* -- Faith, 14:25:58 07/11/01 Wed
Oh you just shut-up! You are just as bad as that Morgant character who thought he ruled all vermin. Your just some bloody idiot that plays sick jokes on innocent beast. Like Yuna for example. I hope you rot in hell for the way you talk about my dear Arrow. No, no, hell would be too good of a place for you. -- Laila, 14:25:40 07/11/01 Wed
Darigazz covers his head with his scabby paws and hums a wistful tune. -- Darigazz, 14:27:00 07/11/01 Wed
**turns to him** Sorry. -- Laila, 14:28:16 07/11/01 Wed
Lotar smiles back at Faith and takes a seat. He looks like he's enjoying the exchange. -- Lotar, 14:29:00 07/11/01 Wed
*her smile grows wider, getting the reaction she wanted* I've been there. It's quite nice actually. And the underworlds are nice, too. And I've never heard of who you're talking about. But if you're mistaking him for Vallah, It's allright. I alreayd killed her. But you need not worry, I am nothing like Yuna and her friends. Nowhere near. They're too nice. And I like my sick jokes, more fun for me. *she smirks slightly at Laila's appearance* Too bad Arrow isnt here to pretect you now. Though he wouldn't stand a chance against me. Especially now. -- Faith, 14:28:59 07/11/01 Wed
Darigazz lets loose a high pitched shriek and hides behind his stool. -- Darigazz, 14:30:52 07/11/01 Wed
What the hell...? *she glances at Darigazz, but ignores him, returning her attention to Laila once again* -- Faith, 14:32:39 07/11/01 Wed
Lotar laughs at the pitiful beast behind the stool. -- Lotar, 14:34:17 07/11/01 Wed
**getting annoyed by Darigazz's screaming** Will, you please be quiet? **looks at Faith** I really don't care about what you do or say, just shut-up about Arrow. -- Laila, 14:33:05 07/11/01 Wed
It's quite fun though. And the more you tell me to stop, the more I'll persist. And where's the caring motherly figure now, eh? You're just as two-faced as your bratty daughter. -- Faith, 14:35:13 07/11/01 Wed
Darigazz lets loose another high pithed wail. -- Darigazz, 14:35:58 07/11/01 Wed
"Oooooo...." Lotar says at the clever comeback from Faith. The raccoon kicks the wailing beast in the stomach to silence him. -- Lotar, 14:37:59 07/11/01 Wed
**at the mention of her daughter, tears start to well up in her blue eyes. She quickly turns and walks out of the room** -- Laila -sorry, g2g, 14:37:33 07/11/01 Wed
Darigazz starts to crawl after Laila, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. -- Darigazz, 14:39:46 07/11/01 Wed
*she claps her hands together, smiling at Lotar* Well! That was fun! *she then turns to Darigazz, her previous power and anger totally shielded by compassion and gentleness. She grabs him gently by the arm and pulls him to his feet, smiling in a most beautiful way. She sets him on the stool, and stands before him* Now, what is the deal with you? How'd you get this way, huh, love? *she glances at Lotar, hoping he'll catch her idea* -- Faith, 14:40:25 07/11/01 Wed
Lotar doesnt get her idea, giving her a strange look. -- Lotar, 14:41:45 07/11/01 Wed
*she winks, just showing/asking him to play along* -- Faith, 14:42:52 07/11/01 Wed
Darigazz looks at Faith with a confused look "How did I get like what?" -- Darigazz, 14:43:07 07/11/01 Wed
Lotar shrugs and smiles at the animal on the stool. -- Lotar, 14:44:19 07/11/01 Wed
So messed up. Oh well, I guess the answer will have to wait. *she walks out, waving at Lotar before she leaves, whispering quietly to him so no others hear* Keep an eye on this one and be nice. *She winks and walks out* -- Faith, 14:44:26 07/11/01 Wed
Lotar waves back and looks over at the beast..."nice day huh?" -- Lotar, 14:46:06 07/11/01 Wed
Darigazz stares at Lotar. -- Darigazz, 14:46:52 07/11/01 Wed
Lotar stares back. -- Lotar, 14:47:36 07/11/01 Wed
Darigazz continues to stare at the raccoon, not daring to break eye contact. -- Darigazz, 14:48:42 07/11/01 Wed
Lotar's eyes begin to water but he keeps on staring at the creature. -- Lotar, 14:50:06 07/11/01 Wed
Darigazz's eyes begin to glaze over but the staring continues. -- Darigazz, 14:52:20 07/11/01 Wed
Lotar blinks tears roll down his face "#%@!" he mutters and takes a drink of his cider Jack. -- Lotar,
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Klyo Tries to Kill a Pest
A dark, slithe form passes through the doorway and into the shadows in
complete silence...
Thursday, 11-Jan-01 00:41:23
205.162.160.150 writes:
Before his shadow disappears entirely into the dark recesses of the Sali,
the silhouette of a lynx can be made out...
Klyo Scarblade
Click here to reply
Replies: hello (n/t) (ivy streambattle) (11-Jan-01 00:45:51)
..... (n/t) (Klyo) (11-Jan-01 00:51:01)
Don't mess with Klyo, missy, He lives to kill. (n/t) (Orion) (31-Dec-69
19:00:00)
*smiles*where are you from? (n/t) (ivy) (11-Jan-01 00:58:35)
who are you Orion? **the young ottermaid asks** (n/t) (ivy streambattle)
(11-Jan-01 01:01:04)
**The dark furred otter scratches his head** Well, I'm Orion. Orion
Fatestroke. (n/t) (Orion) (11-Jan-01 01:02:53)
Yellow eyes seem to burn through the shadows, concentrating on the hyperly
happy ottermaid... (n/t) (Klyo) (11-Jan-01 01:03:14)
**Reaches over his shoulder nervously and scratches under the broadsword
slung over his shoulder** Let's get out of here. (n/t) (Orion (May
dissappear soon...)) (11-Jan-01 01:05:25)
*she shudders turning to see the yellow eyes watching her slowly she turns
back*Im ivy streambattle but you can call me ivy (n/t) (ivy) (11-Jan-01
01:06:31)
Pretty name... (Post a new message, Klyo gives me the creeps) (n/t) (Orion)
(11-Jan-01 01:08:22)
Orion dont go please stay a while longer (n/t) (11-Jan-01 01:08:18)
I'll stay, I just might vanish, parents ya know... (n/t) (Orion) (11-Jan-01
01:09:14)
ok (n/t) (ivy) (11-Jan-01 01:10:03)
hello Orian
Thursday, 11-Jan-01 01:10:51
203.10.1.26 writes:
hello
ivy streambattle
Click here to reply
Replies: Yo. Sorry about that, but I really don't feel like getting tortured
to death by an insane lynx. (n/t) (Orion) (11-Jan-01 01:12:10)
thats ok i wouldnt like it either **smiles** (n/t) (ivy) (11-Jan-01
01:13:12)
Continues to glare from the dark veil of shadows... (n/t) (Klyo) (11-Jan-01
01:13:26)
i dont think ill be able to stay long either i might disappear (n/t) (ivy)
(11-Jan-01 01:14:19)
So where d'ye hail from? (n/t) (Orion) (11-Jan-01 01:14:31)
Okay... (n/t) (Orion) (11-Jan-01 01:16:36)
here there i dont really have a home **her pretty green eyes stare into
his** are you a warrior? (n/t) (ivy) (11-Jan-01 01:16:06)
**Blinks** Yes, I'm a warrior, didn't used to be, but all me family left or
got kidnapped, so I joined a group of warriors in the north, trained for a
while, then wandered down here, and I just kinda stuck. (n/t) (Orion)
(11-Jan-01 01:18:36)
heres my E-mail in case i disapear (n/t) (ivy) (11-Jan-01 01:17:34)
A low gravelly chuckle eminates from the shadows... (n/t) (Klyo) (11-Jan-01
01:19:16)
**His dark brown eyes flick to the shadows, meeting the yellow ones of Klyo.
He frowns and sits up a little straighter, absent-mindedly adjusting his
swordbelt** (n/t) (Orion) (11-Jan-01 01:21:27)
**smiles**so do you have a mate Orian? (n/t) (ivy ) (11-Jan-01 01:19:57)
**Licks his lips** Uh, no... (n/t) (Orion) (11-Jan-01 01:22:22)
**she paws at her sword around her waist** that cat gives me the creeps
**shudders** (n/t) (ivy) (11-Jan-01 01:21:37)
Ignore him. He's trying to scare us. (n/t) (Orion) (11-Jan-01 01:24:27)
**blushes**im gonna tell that cat to leave us alone **starts to walk towards
Kylo** (n/t) (ivy) (11-Jan-01 01:24:42)
He stands silently once more, but his hungry yellow eyes never leave them.
He is waiting.... (n/t) (Klyo) (11-Jan-01 01:25:24)
His white fangs glisten in a grin as she approaches... (n/t) (Klyo)
(11-Jan-01 01:26:14)
he doesnt scare me **the brave ottermaid looks around the room searching for
the lynx** (n/t) (ivy) (11-Jan-01 01:26:25)
Kylo show yourself **she pulls her sword out from her belt** (n/t) (ivy)
(11-Jan-01 01:27:52)
He steps from the shadows eagerly, "Gladly, my dear..." He grins
sardonically... (n/t) (Klyo) (11-Jan-01 01:29:06)
"I fear your friend has abandoned you..." His eyes narrow in a sneer, the
deep scars that cut across his face making him look even more malicious....
(n/t) (Klyo) (11-Jan-01 01:31:35)
stop spying on us you silly old pussycat why dont you just leave us alone
(n/t) (ivy) (11-Jan-01 01:30:39)
"Us, us, us....tsk tsk....you silly little girl...you are quite alone...."
(n/t) (Klyo) (11-Jan-01 01:32:49)
Orian! (n/t) (ivy) (11-Jan-01 01:32:25)
"Oh! Do you miss your sweet warrior love? No one to protect the young lassy,
eh?" He moves closer, his feline form seeming to glide smoothly across the
floor.... (n/t) (Klyo) (11-Jan-01 01:34:50)
**the pretty otter-maid looks around**just leave me alone then (n/t) (ivy)
(11-Jan-01 01:34:01)
"Alone....alone....yesssssss....quite alone...." He circles around the otter
with a predatory look. (n/t) (Klyo) (11-Jan-01 01:36:00)
*she holds her sword tighter pointing it at the lynx* just go and no one
will get hurt (n/t) (ivy) (11-Jan-01 01:36:36)
He laughs - a cold, cruel laugh that cuts the air visciously, "You are right
in that, my dear....quite right...." (n/t) (Klyo) (11-Jan-01 01:38:07)
Orian! where are you (n/t) (ivy) (11-Jan-01 01:37:31)
"Evidently.....not here..." He smiles, though the scar that runs across his
lip pulls it into a natural sneer... (n/t) (Klyo) (11-Jan-01 01:39:13)
please just go (n/t) (ivy) (11-Jan-01 01:38:44)
He chuckles, the same low gravelly laugh that was heard before... "You amuse
me..." (n/t) (Klyo) (11-Jan-01 01:40:27)
**the pretty ottermaid shivers**please just go! (n/t) (ivy) (11-Jan-01
01:40:16)
"Pleeeease just go just go!" He says in a high, mocking voice. (n/t) (Klyo)
(11-Jan-01 01:41:32)
**she gives up on calling Orion breathing heavlie** go (n/t) (ivy)
(11-Jan-01 01:43:18)
He pretends to think about it, "I think........not..." And with that he
lifts the crossbow concealed within the confines of his black cloak and
sends a bolt at her throat. (n/t) (Klyo) (11-Jan-01 01:44:44)
*she smiles at Kylo** have you ever heard of poisen ivy (n/t) (ivy)
(11-Jan-01 01:44:38)
**she dodges the shaft quite easily darting forward she slashes Kylos paw **
well mister Kylo did i forget to tell you all of my weapons are poisened
with poisen ivy *laughs* (n/t) (ivy) (11-Jan-01 01:47:57)
LOL....the names KLYO little girl...and you are not allowed to auto-hit like
that. Of course Klyo would not let her near enough to "slash his paw" tsk
tsk.....and haven't you ever seen how fast a crossbow bolt flies? It is not
easily dodged.... (n/t) (K's C, OOC) (11-Jan-01 01:49:59)
im no liddle defenceless beast **thrusts her sword at his belly** (n/t)
(ivy) (11-Jan-01 01:49:30)
(Growls...) Enough of this foolishness. Either learn how to role play, or
get out. Just like in any game, we don't play with cheaters.... (n/t) (K's
C) (11-Jan-01 01:51:39)
you see Kylo one scratch would be enough to kill you (n/t) (ivy) (11-Jan-01
01:50:58)
(Grits teeth with hardly concealed patience...) You are not listening to
me.... (n/t) (K's C) (11-Jan-01 01:52:37)
ooc ok kylo have it your way bic you dont know me im swift and fast youhave
a chance leave now or youll be in for it! (n/t) (ivy) (11-Jan-01 01:54:05)
Tcha! You want me to leave my board? You are the newbie here. You are the
rule-breaking ninny. You go, or I shall make sure you are "in for it"....
(n/t) (K's C) (11-Jan-01 01:56:04)
lets fight in the battle room instead then (n/t) (ivy) (11-Jan-01 01:55:12)
meet you there (n/t) (11-Jan-01 01:56:11)
Go choke on an egg...I'm outta here. I will NOT deal with newbie
know-nothings... (n/t) (Klyo) (11-Jan-01 01:59:19)
**holds up her paws**fine im goin but answear one thing for me who are you
(n/t) (ivy) (11-Jan-01 01:59:29)
goodbye! (n/t) (ivy) (11-Jan-01 02:02:33)
Klyo Scarblade. Infamous villain of the Salamandastron Dance and cold
blooded killer. I will get you. Good night. Sweet Dreams. (n/t) (Klyo
Scarblade) (11-Jan-01 02:08:11)
*****************
-Klyo Meets Morgant & Tuhor-
Anyone here?
Thursday, 11-Jan-01 15:06:54
152.163.201.51 writes:
Helllloooooooo?????
Endless Souls
Click here to reply
Replies: Perhaps... (n/t) (11-Jan-01 15:10:57)
May I ask who you are? (n/t) (ES) (11-Jan-01 15:15:52)
"You may...but you may not receive an anssswer....." (n/t) (Klyo) (11-Jan-01
15:17:21)
*snaps fingers* Darn, I'll just have to play Clue. . *snorts* (n/t) (Tuhor)
(11-Jan-01 15:18:25)
Heeeeelllllllllooooooo! *drops down from the rafters* (n/t) (Morgant)
(11-Jan-01 15:13:45)
The lynx hisses from the shadows, then speaks, spitting the words
distastefully, "And who are you?" (n/t) (Klyo Scarblade) (11-Jan-01
15:15:41)
*grumbles* Lets all have a national 'Kill Tuhor Day!' (n/t) (Tuhor)
(11-Jan-01 15:17:02)
The lynx grins, his scarred visage twisting it into a sneer,
"Hmmm.....sounds.....rather appealing..." (n/t) (Klyo) (11-Jan-01 15:19:16)
*slumps down rather causually* Seems to be appealing to every stinking beast
in this Sali! Particularly cats. . (n/t) (Tuhor) (11-Jan-01 15:20:54)
*grins* I'll let you have your choice. Death fast or slow? (n/t) (Morgant)
(11-Jan-01 15:21:19)
*smirks* Same back. . (n/t) (Tuhor) (11-Jan-01 15:23:00)
*looks at Klyo* Hm... Why would you pray tell, be interested? (n/t)
(Morgant) (11-Jan-01 15:20:14)
"I am always interested in the downfall of any beast.....though I find it
much more satisfying to leave them blubbering in their own blood..." The
lynx's eyes narrow and his grin broadens at the thought... (n/t) (Klyo)
(11-Jan-01 15:23:22)
Hey, I admit it, I like to kill things, but I really don't feel like killing
myself at the moment, try again later or leave a message at the beep. . .
BEEEEPPP *looks at the two cats* (n/t) (Tuhor) (11-Jan-01 15:26:53)
Ah! I see. A interested spectator. *grins back at him* (n/t) (Morgant
Deathwake) (11-Jan-01 15:29:39)
The lynx chuckles, a slow deep gravelly laugh. (n/t) (Klyo) (11-Jan-01
15:28:05)
*mumbles under his breath* Nice message. . (n/t) (Tuhor) (11-Jan-01
15:29:21)
And I have an even nicer one! *draws out Dyrnwyn * (n/t) (Morgant)
(11-Jan-01 15:30:56)
*rolls his eyes* Why does everyone want to kill me today? (n/t) (Tuhor)
(11-Jan-01 15:32:00)
"You like to kill, do you?" The lynx says skeptically... (n/t) (Klyo)
(11-Jan-01 15:31:21)
*nods* Yes, but then it seems to backfire on me. . (n/t) (Tuhor) (11-Jan-01
15:33:09)
*nods* It's my specialty. *glances at Kylo for a second* And from what I
have seen you like to scare. (n/t) (Morgant) (11-Jan-01 15:33:12)
*raises an eyebrow* Scare? No, but one of my new hobbies is to make fun of
your idiotoc self. (n/t) (Tuhor) (11-Jan-01 15:34:46)
ooc: kay, just ignore that message right above this one! oops... bic:
*gestures up* But Tuhor! Just look at the bright sunny sky. If you have to
die, today is as good as any! (n/t) (Morgant) (11-Jan-01 15:34:58)
ooc: Oh darn, leave it to mother to tear you away from the comp just as
you're about to kill somebeast! AUGH! bye... (n/t) (Morgant) (11-Jan-01
15:36:37)
(OOC: You sound like quite the villain, Morgant....) (n/t) (K's C)
(11-Jan-01 15:39:08)
ooc: actually, where I am, it is muddy and rainy. . ) *sighs* When will you
not be such a fool? When that day comes, maybe I'll want to die then. . For
now, I enjoy making fun of you. . (n/t) (Tuhor) (11-Jan-01 15:37:44)
The lynx grins and says in a disturbingly calm voice, "To feel the warmth
flow over the handle of my blade and down my wrist...to emerge myself in the
sputters of agony...to watch the dancing lights in their eyes fade and
flicker in their dying fear...that is what I live for..." (n/t) (Klyo)
(11-Jan-01 15:37:16)
*shrugs* I just live to make sure beasts like you and that moron, Morgant
their don't do it. (n/t) (Tuhor) (11-Jan-01 15:39:20)
"Ah! A noble knight in shining armor...riding to the helpless young maiden's
defense.....heh heh heh...." (n/t) (Klyo) (11-Jan-01 15:40:44)
Not in the begining, cat. In the begining I was like you, I loved to kill,
no matter if they were evil or good, just as long as I watched them die,
slow and painful, as they plead for help unoticed (n/t) (Tuhor) (11-Jan-01
15:42:50)
"Oh....." he says with a bit of sarcasm, "And what made you...see the
light?" He finishes with his fangs bared in a false grin. (n/t) (Klyo)
(11-Jan-01 15:45:26)
*looks at him, his eyes like two cold knives* Nothing, I can still be that
way, depends on what mood I am in. . (n/t) (Tuhor) (11-Jan-01 15:47:12)
"Hahahahahahahaha!" The lynx laughs, his low gravelly voice straining under
the unusual outburst, "Well, Sir Lancelot, who is champion of the people and
guardian of fair maidens when he is "in the mood", though I'd love to stay
and chat over roasted ottermaid liver, I must go. I am a creature of the
night, after all, and I fear I may turn to ashes if I do not depart
soon....heh heh heh...." (n/t) (Klyo) (11-Jan-01 15:51:55)
*snorts* I have killed many innocent beasts, which I do not reget, cat. Your
just like Hargeis, leaving before the job's done.*snickers* (n/t) (Tuhor)
(11-Jan-01 15:54:30)
"Hargeis?" He turns momentarily at the door, "I shall have to meet her....a
ferret I hear? Yessss.....we have much in common......" (n/t) (Klyo)
(11-Jan-01 15:56:29)
With a toss of his black cloak, he walks away... (n/t) (Klyo (gone))
(11-Jan-01 15:57:44)