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Post by Poludnica on Dec 27, 2012 3:55:59 GMT -5
Theme There were rarely times when a human could gain the things they desired without suffering a great degree of hardship in payment, and Anushka was no stranger to heavy tolls but to go all the way...for this? The small, red headed woman turned a tiny satchel in her fingers. Stench of heavy, aromatic oils filled her nostrils, causing a sudden attack of sneezing. That tea was horrid! The girl's eyes narrowed when finished sniffing the item with utmost suspicion. Three planets, plenty of troubles, Sand People and for what? Even the original buyer didn't want this stuff, paying only one third for Ana's troubles. Generously leaving the smelly tea with her to find: Different kind of connoisseurs. Yeah, right. With a heavy, defeated sigh Anushka put down the disgusting thing on a table, hoping the cantina owner wouldn't kick her out for sheer smell. Vibrations, yelling, conversations; it gave her a headache just trying to make sense of it all, her nerves felt frayed, worn thin by the incessant grind of the music. It was evening and the place boomed with mirth and drunk laughter, the dockworkers of Bylgia enjoyed their night off crammed in a rather large bar. Ana didn't share their joy, deciding to sulk in a far end corner in her worn set of clothes. No money, no prospects for work, no friends to speak of. Seemed like her usual. Suddenly an oddly pleasant smell broke through the tiring aroma of tea leaves. It was rich and...made her so hungry. The Grey Jedi swallowed loudly, feeling her stomach making violent flips that resulted in a distinct growl. Anushka winced, realizing it had been more than a day since she had properly ate. The unpleasant reaction only intensified when the woman finally found the source of this delicious scent. A plate full of fatty, juicy meat covered in hearty amount of thick sauce. Ana patted her pockets, finding only last three credits, certainly not enough to buy such nice looking dish. Crap. The fiery haired woman looked right...and left. The plate seemed to be left alone for a while. Its owner could vanish in searching for cold beer to go with that. Anushka was never one with strict moral code but neither she was a beggar. Thieving didn't really harm anyone much, whoever got that stew could very well afford another one. Unlike her. With the last quick glance, the woman moved her wrist slowly, beckoning the plate full of meat toward her. The Force enveloped the dish, bringing it in the air. Slowly, the plate floated, dripping with gravy on the floor but who would care about that. The corner was dark and people busy with getting drunk wouldn't expect any flying food, so Anushka coaxed the plate even closer, finally reaching it with her hand. In a matter of moments later the stemware was licked clean, safely hidden under the table and Ana was finishing cleaning her her fingers. The former owner of the lost meat could return anytime, it was better to get rid of evidence as quickly as possible.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Dec 28, 2012 13:50:11 GMT -5
Adalwulf could smell the fear rolling off of the puny sentinets who saw him. Fear was an adequate reaction for them, though. Humans didn't see him as a sentient. As far as they knew, he was a massive wolf who's shoulder stood six feet off of the ground while he was on all fours, and who's head was over seven feet from the ground on his hind legs. They didn't even witness the the black armor contrast against the seemingly stark white coat of fur, the blade that even he had to use both paws to wield, or even the simple act of him standing on his hind legs.
That would surely terrify them.
His job was not to frighten, though. Wulf's job was to protect the people who were scared of him from danger. The Unum were an threat that wouldn't vanish until they were annihilated, and so he would patrol the streets ensuring the safety of Aiaru's citizens until the Unum threat was eradicated. Patrols were no short affair, however, and hours of walking around a city tended to work up one's appetite. Especially if that one happened to be a three hundred thirty five pound canine creature.
After his appetite was adequately powerful, he stepped into the nearest restaurant and ordered a large dish of as much meat as they could find. His stomach began to audibly grumble as the pungent aroma of cooked meat filled his powerful nose. Once his plate arrived it was all he could do not to eat it outright, but he found an odd sensation deep in his bowels. Instead of allowing that feeling to intensify, he rose to his paws and lumbered off towards the washroom.
Adalwulf returned to a most disturbing sight. His food: gone. The Mythics only allowed him to have enough food for one meal during his patrol, and that was it. The white wulvdrachen rushed over to his empty table and began to use that nose of his. At first it was difficult to isolate the scent, but once he had it not any of the nine Corellian hells could stand between him and the poor wretch that stole his food. Droplets of gravy that had once been his were apparent on the floor, and lead him to the seat where the woman was currently sitting.
She had just hidden the plate beneath the table, and was currently licking her fingers clean. Rage filled his heart as those icy blue eyes as he watched the diminutive female clean his food from her fingers, and a deep rumbling voice rose out from his throat. She had some command over the Mythos, same as him, so should an altercation occur he would have to take caution. Some Mythos users from off world had laser swords in their possession. The most he had was his teeth and his claws. "I see that my food was satisfying. Good. I'm very glad. I prreferr my meat raw and bloody, anyways." That was a blatant lie. Adalwulf couldn't stand the taste of human blood, but at this point he was hungry (and angry) enough to look past his own disdain for the metallic, tangy taste.
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Post by Squee on Dec 29, 2012 22:51:10 GMT -5
They’d tricked him, the buffoons. His fellow healers told him some farmers and agricultural peoples just outside the city were in need some help because some disease had ravaged their little village. They were all going to meet at a specific location. Calithilon should have known something was up when they only gave him longitude and latitude coordinates. He’d arrived, punctual as always, to some unmarked club where cheap, womanly pleasure was for purchase.
Damn them. When he returned without a smile or laugh about the good times they’d bought him, they’d all say how remarkably gay he must be. Or that the woman has mistaken him for a girl and told him she only took male clients. Damn them all.
But he wouldn’t remain bitter over this excursion for long. He would avoid his fellow Mythics for a while yet. Visit a few farm villages for a bit. They’ll remind him of home, and both quell and inflame his homesickness for Lorrd. He would pass through, tend to the sick and wounded, sentient and non-sentient alike, and move along. Some day he’d make it back to the Tower. He’d face their laughs, and more than likely join in, when he wasn’t so sick of them right now.
Also when he renewed his etherium dose. The craving was nagging at his mind and pulsing in his chest. He would need to stop and fix this soon. His fingers brushed against his side, feeling that the pouch was still beneath the folds of his clothing. Yes, it was. Everything will be fine.
Yet, at the same time, Calith was perceptive to the biting teeth of hunger in his stomach. It wouldn’t be good to have a snort on an empty stomach. His hallucinations would be all that stronger, and he did not want to have to deal with those. Nobody wanted him to confront his hallucinations.
Stepping up to such a place that served food, Calith entered and felt a smile touch his face. Crowded with people. Just like home had been. Though the restaurant lacked the relative quietness and cohesiveness among people like that of home, it served to brighten Calith’s spirits just a little bit. Credits flicked over his fingers as he made his way forward to see a menu.
He stopped, however, as his keen eyes stopped on a particularly large, furry figure leered over a smaller, humanoid form in the corner. There were some heads turned, and most were unconsciously leaning away from the large fellow, who Calith realized was one of his own kind: a Mythic. The huge canine was using his already imposing size in a threatening manner that Calithilon wasn’t caring much for. Way to disgrace the Mythics.
“…raw and bloody anyways.” were the only words Calith heard as he drew closer. His fingers wrapped around the metal of his staff, pulling it off of his back, and flipping it around easily.
With cool control, Calith extended his staff, one-armed, between the wolvdrachen and the woman. He shifted his body so that it would be non-threatening, so that he did not anger the stiffened canine further.
“Please do not eat her, brother. That would be… unpleasant.” A little smile appeared on his lips. “What is the problem?”
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Post by Poludnica on Jan 3, 2013 5:32:30 GMT -5
A particularly nasty smell spread above her head , pushing away even the terrible scent of the herbal tea and Anushka looked up, still busy licking grease off sticky fingers. What the... The beast was furry, ugly and looked hungry. The red head's eyes widened at the sight of the walking animal and strands of fear began to wrap themselves at the core of her being. She held back the instinctive reaction to bludgeon the ...thing to death with her lightsaber and smiled cheekily instead. ”I have no idea what are you talking about.” Ana admitted innocently and moved her foot to kick the plate farther away and blame a patron that sat at the next table. ”What the hell are you?” The former Jedi asked , without any pleasantries. Aside from the need to just run away and hide from the heaving, smelly beast, Ana was very curious creature. A short conversation wouldn't hurt anyone , before anything violent erupts.
She shifted in her seat, preparing to strike if need arose, though putting on a facade of relaxed ignorance. ”Why won't you try over there? I am sure they have dog food somewhere in the fridge.” Anushka yawned indifferently and pointed at the counter. There was of course no remorse in her posture nor overall attitude. The dogman (or woman, who knew ?) shouldn't have left his food like that, an elementary mistake of any cantina dweller. Never leave your food unattended! Hopefully the creature would learn and next time would keep an eye on his stuff. Especially so tasty one. ”Beside, I am really chewy , not much fat on here.” She wiggled her skinny wrist above the table as if to demonstrate the point when another being appeared. This one had Force at his command as well and apparently knew the mangy, hairy beast.
That wasn't good at all. Why it would always happen to her? All she wanted was to avoid starvation and what it brought – a wolfman and a...It would be a safe bet it was a he, for sure but for a moment Anushka hesitated, mislead by delicate features, small frame and striking blue eyes. As the dogman was brute and ugly, this man was effeminate and handsome. What an odd couple...His what? Brother. Ana blinked, confused even more by the sudden development when the fair haired Force user put a rather long staff between the big, bad wolf and her. This was getting better.
”That has been...strange.” Ana clasped her hands in before sinking under the table, began to crawl toward the exit. The plate protested when she kicked it and the woman winced. Not that that was any more incriminating proof than her sticky fingers. ”But now, I really have..to ..go.” Unfortunately, the former Jedi got stuck between two tables tightly put together. Now, there was certainly no quick and easy way out for her from this mess.
Crap.
The fiery haired woman began to flail helplessly, trying to use telekinesis to push the furniture apart but her focus was all over the place. There just had to be something in that tea.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Jan 7, 2013 0:05:45 GMT -5
(so sorry. x.x I didn't want you to wait any longer and I think that I'm braindead. Finding it really hard to write adalwulf rite nao.)
A brilliant white staff came between him and the diminutive female that devoured his food. The scent of another woman soon filled his nose, but the voice of a man spoke to him rather than one from a woman. One of his brows quirked at the strange example of a humanoid, and his anger was forgotten for a brief moment as he looked over at the lady man. "She ate my food, and now I get to walk around for the next four hours of my patrol hungry. I would also like to know if I should call you brother, or sister. My nose and eyes tell me sister, but my ears tell me brother.
Woman," he looked back at the Mythos user shortly after speaking to the effeminate man. To see nothing but a wall and a table. Shortly after that he heard scuffling below the table, flailing, and a woman trying to save herself with telekinesis. Oh yeah, and the rattle of a plate being kicked. The wolf simply walked over to where the Grey Jedi was stuck and pressed the tables together gently. "Yes you do. I can smell my food on your fingers and your lips. And I'm obviously not something you should steal from," he pressed the tables together a little harder, "wouldn't you agree?"
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Post by Twysper on Jan 31, 2013 13:33:32 GMT -5
((SURPRISE, MYTHIC PARTY))
Sometimes it was nice to be little. It made it hard for people to find you when it was incidentally your turn to clean your spaceship's bathroom. What made it even harder for people to find you was when you escaped to hiding in a cantina for drinky juice. Math considered this concept with a wide cheshire grin as he sat at the bar in one of his favorite cantinas, rocking back and forth absently with the music and resisting the desire to use his lightsabers like rave lights. Last time he had done that the Stellar Mythics had a lawsuit to deal with or something, and then they'd stole Math's credits to replace limbs. Stupid Mythics, it was probably Kvothe's fault.
All of these bad thoughts were putting the Squib off though, and since there was only one cure for that, Math ordered more of the buzz-inducing drinky juice and then pick-pocketed the wallet of the Togruta next to him, two tiny dark-furred digits disappearing into his pocket before pulling loose their prize. Math giggled maniacally to himself and stashed the credits away into one of his many pockets haphazardly sewn into his clothing. Just then, his brand new drink arrived, and Math held the oversized cup up to his muzzle and tilted it all back, guzzling happily.
The misplaced sound of skittering ceramic made one of his long blue ears pivot towards the back corner of the cantina, listening for trouble. Mathathy loved trouble. He felt like trouble. Maybe he could start a fight! The inky-furred Squib excitedly slammed the mug back down on the counter, now empty, and hopped off the bar stool, practically disappearing in the low light of the room as he made his way towards the scene of the disturbance, an odd trio that seemed entirely confused as to how to start a bar fight.
When he was close enough, Math launched himself up into the air, and landed on one of the two tables Anushka found herself between. The Squib peered at her with large bright green eyes, and grabbed her hand, rubbing it on his face before she could react otherwise. "Super Mythic Squib Captain Mathathyper Chesheervyk at your service to scare away big meany Adalwulf and... Uh, this guy!" Math leaned towards Calith, ears flattening to the sides in confusion. "Da hell are you, girly fe-manmale? Math knows Adalwulf is big fluffy cushion, useful for long rides on his back, ignore teeth, mostly only a little scary, more scary with big sword, you bet. Plus his name sounds like famous holosinger, Aday-el, but with more ay's-- is a silly name." The Squib grinned conspiratorially, exposing his salient teeth. "My name is Mathathyper Chesheervyk, I'm important."
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Post by Squee on Feb 10, 2013 13:38:50 GMT -5
He retracted his staff from between the woman, setting it perpendicular to the floor, as he heard his fellow Mythics complaint. What unfortunate situations, for one side to be hungry and the other to feel the need to steal in order to survive. This problem could be easily resolved, however, with a few credits and perhaps a stern talking to.
“I’m a brother.” Calith answered the large wolf’s query. “Don’t worry. You are not the first canine species to be puzzled. In fact, it’s a common misconception among most other species as well. It’s the lips, isn’t it?” Calith’s grin widened just a bit more. “And I can fix your hunger, and as for you young lady…”
Calith was just as puzzled to see the woman had suddenly disappeared as well. His wolf companion seemed to be on top of things, however. Calith followed the movements of the other Mythic to locate the woman beneath some tables, where the wolf-man pressed the tables together to trap the red-head. With a little sigh and staff thumping gently on the floors, Calith followed after.
“If we were all to ask nicely…” he began.
“Super Mythic Squib Captain Mathathyper Chesheervyk at your service to scare away big meany Adalwulf and... Uh, this guy!" And then there was a squib on the tables above the woman. What a cute fellow. “"Da hell are you, girly fe-manmale?”
“Aren’t you a rude little thing,” he remarked. “At least Adalwulf here was kinder with his words.”
”My name is Mathathyper Chesheervyk, I'm important."
“Calithilon Ordir.” The effeminate man swept into a luxurious bow. “Calith, Lith, Lon, Cal, and other varied names as well. Take your pick. Now, I beg your pardon, Oh Important One, but I must prevent a woman from being squished.
“Please, Adalwulf,” Calithilon swept a hand before the giant canine again, though this time it held a bag of credits. Here goes my meal for the next few hours. “Take these. Buy yourself another dinner and allow me to speak with this woman. Despite me saving her from being your next meal, she is not out of a stern talking to.” Calith rested a hand on the table and ducked slightly to peer beneath it. “Not that I think for once second that just firm words will change your lifestyle, but you will listen to me nonetheless.”
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Post by Poludnica on Feb 11, 2013 8:20:25 GMT -5
A soft, pathetic yelp left her lips and Ana began to flail even more, feeling heavy, wooden tables coming closer to break her ribs. Despite the rather pitiful sequel, the woman felt more anger than anything else, thinking of all the things she could do to the overgrown wolfman. After they got her free...That was. They would...wouldn't they? Anushka scowled darkly, looking up to the mangy beast. ”Then you should watch your plate better next time!” The red head snapped angrily, shaking her fist helplessly in the air what was suppose to be a threatening gesture.
”You reeking monster.” She breathed, forcing the tables to move away but the brute was still forcing to press them tighter. It was between the helpless curses and plenty of flailing when something appeared in the corner of her vision. Something blue...Anushka stopped the attempts to free herself for a moment and let her curious, hazel gaze to search for the sudden disturbance and frowned, squinting to make sure it wasn't some kind of hallucination.
A furry fennel looking creature with large, shining eyes. What? ”What the...Ah!” The strange being grabbed her hand and pressed to its tiny snout. ”EW!” Anushka exclaimed, feeling inky fur digging between her fingers. Was everyone on this planet sick in the head or something? The blue furling spout some nonsense that was suppose to be its name and retreated to Ana's relief. Maybe getting eaten by the wolf wouldn't be this bad idea all things considered.
With growing suspicion the woman looked over her hand, hoping nothing icky was left on it aside from couple of blue hairs. With disgusted expression she began to removing wipe her palm against whoever pant sleeve was the nearest. From what she gathered it could belong to the effeminate blonde man that did his best to calm the situation. ”What about scaring that wolf?!” She shouted out after the blue alien when Cai's face appeared in all its epicene glory. Ana didn't even bother to smile, glaring at the man angrily.
”Your firm what?” She asked suddenly, not really used to pretty, round expressions like that. For a heartbeat Ana had to hold back a not so pretty insult – she was reckless, not stupid. Offending the only person that could talk some sense into an overgrown wolf wasn't the best move all things considered.
”I'm not talking to any of you crazy people until I can...get..” Ana finally focused properly, calling in for the threads of the Force. The tables moved rapidly, one of them falling on its side. ”Out,” Ana sighed, finally free. She pulled herself up, rubbing on bruised ribs and dusting off her pants that got incredibly grubby, even for her standards.
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Post by Rugs on Feb 26, 2013 18:33:48 GMT -5
Never a dull day on Aiaru!
It was an old idiom that worked its way through Kvothe's thoughts as he strolled along through the streets, hands tucked into his pockets and out of the chill. A cool breeze blew, rippling through colorful banners and signs that lined this particular street in the commercial district and setting the ends of his robe and sash to flapping quietly.
The line was old, far outdating his birth or his parents' flight to Aiaru. It's roots, in truth, were unknown, but it went back hundreds, thousands of years; before, some speculated, even the birth of the Mythics. And for all the differences Aiaru and its people could have, there as this, at least, that all could agree on.
Kvothe had observed through his days that, for better or for worse, there was a great deal of truth to the old saying, and while he strolled about the city, with Fas at his heels, it dawned upon him that today would be no exception.
For once, it wasn't anything he'd done; the Rilan was simply out in the capital city on an errand for Alethea, to pick up some herbs and supplies for the old woman's garden as spring continued to come, despite the day's chill.
After stores had been perused and items acquired and stored in the speeder he'd rode to the city on, Kvothe found himself looking for a meal. He'd eaten already, a simple meal of seafood and some vegetables from the east. Simple, filling, healthy, and not much of a hit to the wallet. It was all he could ask for.
But as he'd been winding his way back through the streets to get to his speeder, he'd felt not one, but three familiar presences in the whisper of the Mythos, along with another, that he didn't recognize.
All came from a restaurant.
"Two Mythics and Math in a restaurant," he'd muttered to himself at the time, "what could go wrong?"
The scene that greeted him as he arrived, walking through the cantina door with a nod to the greeter, and turning his head to follow the threads of presence to their collective source was at once unexpected and exactly what he thought would be happening.
Adalwulf was confronting some girl, Math was being well... Math, and the healer he believed was named Calthon or something like that was either observing or trying to intervene. Caliphon? Whatever.
Never a dull day...
With a sigh he took his hands from his pocket and let his staff fall into one from where it'd been floating carefully behind him. Fas skittered ahead to the group, tails waving and lights flashing, though he observed Math with the same wariness that he always showed the Squib.
"Well, fellas," Kvothe called out to the three Mythics as he approached, staff clacking softly on the tiled floor with his steps, "you have a dinner party and don't even invite me. Shame."
As he approached and felt the situation, he could tell something was amiss--more so than the frightened woman and irate giant sentient wolf gave away to anyone with a pair of eyes. But he doubted the girl was Unum; there didn't seem to be the charged air that came when Mythics clashed with the Unity, and bits of food spilled on the floor quietly spoke of an entirely different sort of issue.
"Don't mind him too much," Kvothe said to the woman, putting a hand on Wulf's massive shoulder, "he's a big softy, long as you don't take his food when he's hungry." He ignored Fas' pointed observation of the woman, circling widely, curiously around her as his tails bobbed and wove sinuously behind him.
"So what seems to be the problem? Making of mess of things back here, aren't we?"
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Post by Poludnica on May 9, 2013 5:13:11 GMT -5
"Wow,wowowow what in the name of the Force is this ugly thing!" The loud, obnoxious comment carried through the smokey air as the former Jedi tried to shoo away the feline with so hideous tail, it looked like overgrown rat. "Get that away from me!" Ana demanded, tempted to bash the creature's head with the lightsaber. The woman had inherent, deeply rooted animosity toward all things furry. Back in the days it was a primaeval fear, closer to phobia than anything else but as Anushka matured, she discovered it had been just a dislike of fur.
Only after a moment of avoiding the sleazy tail, the woman registered somewhere else joined the odd crowd. Her eyes moved to the man, a human looking, moderately tall and average looking guy if not for markings and scar running across his face. Giving him an exotic, slightly outlandish aura. "Great, you are with this looney?" She unceremoniously asked, pointing at the large wolf that thankfully walked away to get some more food along with few others.
"Ah, dammit! Is this yours?" Anushka breathed when the rat like feline began to circle her. She hoped the thing didn't produce some annoying, squealing noises. This was the worst about such creatures – aside from fur of course.
Fidgeting in place, the fiery haired woman looked helplessly around. "Hey, not my fault your friend misplaced his food." She shrugged indifferently, cheeky smile ghosted across her pale lips. "One thing everyone knows in the Core is: always watch your food when in shady places on underdeveloped planets." The former Jedi was lying through her teeth of course as she had just pulled this poorly concocted law out of the backside but maybe natives was never in the Core. The planet looked anyway like an enclave of Galactic dirtfarmers.
"So....Am gonna go now...And...Do stuff...I need to do..." Anushka began to leave, trying to step over the creature whilst avoiding the tail which ended up looking like a strange, awkward dance mixed with some amusing form of chorea.
((Ok, whoever is active and want to join can follow Anushka outside, she will keep the plot going since has mission of her own and may ask whoever follows for help.))
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Post by Twysper on Jun 5, 2013 22:26:27 GMT -5
Math cocked his head to the side at Kvothe's arrival in the restaurant, interested as to the Sword of Delinquency's sudden appearance. Come to think of it, Kvothe was nearly always around him. And Kvothe had mostly certainly not knocked up Vesta. Vesta was pretty, Math would even knock her up, but Kvothe wasn't interested. Math's muzzle opened slightly as he finally put the pieces together. Kvothe liked other people with PeePee's!
"KVOTHE YOU LIKE PEEPEE'S!" Math screeched in jubilant glee from atop his table, cheshiring at his fellow Mythic, immensely pleased with himself as he hopped back and forth on the shaking table.
"Sorry new lady, Kvothe wants all of thiiiiiiis," Math rubbed his fur suggestively, "not you," and then chortling, leaped off the table and onto the floor. The Squib's attention was immediately distracted by Fas, the flickercat's luminescent tails nearly tangling with the newcomer's feet as she tried to flee the scene. Mathathyper didn't understand why she'd be in a hurry though, and latched onto her leg to prevent her from leaving quite yet. Unfortunately Math was the size of a small child and easily dragged along with Anushka's leg as she tried to hobble out.
"We can do much stuff with you! Kvothe will even do men! Super Captain Math can give you a ride to the mythical special tower!" The Squib babbled, enjoying the situation immensely.
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Post by Rugs on Jun 13, 2013 21:39:30 GMT -5
{crap but whatever >.> moves it along}
"Yes, Fas is mi..." Kvothe blinked, icy blue ringing his eyes as he blinked at the woman. "Fas isn't ugly..."
The flickercat turned to look at Kvothe, tails sweeping behind him. Clearly the woman's behavior offended, but Fas was too well trained to make a scene.
Most of the time.
Offworlders, Kvothe thought as the strange woman went through a strange diatribe. But before he could say anything...
"KVOTHE YOU LIKE PEEPEE'S!"
"Um.... what?" The Sword blinked, now at the Squib who was busy exclaiming over Kvothe's apparent infatuation with him. He probably would have said something everything hadn't gotten so incredibly weird at once.
Math started rubbing himself ridiculously. The woman decided to take her leave, but the Squib wasn't letting her go—literally, and clung like a tick to her leg.
For a few moments, Kvothe just stood there, looking dumbfounded at Fas. His bondmate looked back at him, face plaintive.
Kvothe was tempted to let them go off to... whatever it was that was going on outside. "We could just leave," he muttered to Fas. "We weren't supposed to be here anyway..."
And yet his feet drew him onward to the street once again, where the strange offworld woman and the... well, Math were. The Squib was still carrying on in his antics. Kvothe snorted and gave the creature a short push with the Mythos to let him know to knock it off. He leaned on his staff as he sighed.
"Don't mind him. He's... hyper sometimes. Someone probably gave him chocolate milk." He gave Math a meaningful look. "Merdumbeldalf help us if he's had Etherium lately.
"Anyway, I'm Kvothe," he continued, nodding his head to her. He motioned to Fas. "And this 'ugly' flickercat is Fas. You're very clearly not from here, are you?"
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Squee
The Keeper
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I am Deception, and I defy your holiest moralities.
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Jun 15, 2013 6:08:05 GMT -5
Post by Squee on Jun 15, 2013 6:08:05 GMT -5
“Trying to keep things from becoming messy, actually,” Calith commented to the newcomer when the man first arrived, his words muttered more softly. He bounced his hand in front of Adalwulf, emphasizing his wish that the large canine would accept his credits and use them to purchase more food. At last, his Mythos brother would relief him of the currency and lumber away back to the diner’s counter.
Though the blond man’s stomach rumbled with protest, Calith turned his full attention back to the offworld woman. She had managed to free herself from the tables, it would seem, and proceeded to cause a scene with loud comments regarding the flickercat. Bright blue eyes watched her body’s movement as Calith leaned part of his weight on his staff, a hand rising to settle on his hip. Her movements were frantic, flustered, nervous… she was very eager to be away from them. How long would she babble? How long would she make excuses and lie? When was she going to thank him?
"KVOTHE YOU LIKE PEEPEE'S!"
The joyous screech penetrated Calith’s observation of the woman. He rounded his gaze onto Mathathyper, the important one, as the little squib rubbed himself sensually. The Lorrdian barked a laugh, eyes swinging to Kvothe with a pointed, suggestive raise of his eyebrows as a grin curled on his lips. Oh how confused his Mythos brother was, noted by how he blinked and the wrinkle of his eyebrows. Calith chuckled and raised his hand to pat the other man’s shoulder with empathy. Within this chaos, the offworld woman chose that precise moment to disengage… though with a hyperactive, babbling squib clutched to her.
As if she hadn’t seemed fond of furry creatures already…
“Hey now,” Calith spoke up. He moved around Kvothe, staff spinning into its sheathe upon his back. “I promised you firm words and stern lecture of your morality,” he continued as he followed the woman out. “Buuuuuuuuuuuuut based on your earlier actions and stated excuses, I’d say you already know how wrong it is to steal. So.” Calith stepped in front of the woman as Math continued his antics. He kept his posture open and friendly, including a slight turn of his palms toward her, though his arms remained at his sides. “Can I simply ask you to not steal from big bad wolves again? As it hurts their feelings?”
By then, Kvothe had dealt with Math and approached, sidling the little squib with words. At the introduction of Fas, Calith interjected with, “He’s a very pretty flickercat,” as if the comment would smooth over hard feelings. “Calith, if you missed my earlier introduction to the all important Super Squib Captain. You are…?”
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Poludnica
Most likely to snow ticket
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Zloty.
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Jun 16, 2013 3:08:33 GMT -5
Post by Poludnica on Jun 16, 2013 3:08:33 GMT -5
The red headed girl didn't really care if the furry thing was the most beautiful feline ever, she didn't like furry things and the newly arrived man's protest only agitated Anushka more. As if the universe had some grand purpose in abusing her even more, the talking blue fur ball suddenly let out the most odd screech. Ana froze, not really sure what to do with newly found knowledge about the tattooed man. Too dumbfounded to do anything else but fleeing this crazy scene. The blue thing tho latched onto her leg like some rabid dog. Anushka kicked violently, fighting to free herself from the offending creature. ”You are all mad.” She huffed, finally able to leave the damn bar but unfortunately the troubles followed her every step. Haunting shouts of the rude little furball made her uneasy, a feat considering how detached Anushka tried to be.
The fair haired, effeminate man was first to politely ask her about very meaningless promise. ”Yeah.” Ana nodded, if only for him to let her be. Outside the air was fresh and cold, enough to sober the woman up a bit. She folded arms in an unapproachable manner, taking a step away from the group of obviously mentally disturbed individuals. ”Have you all fled some nuthouse together?” Ana asked, shaking her head. A defeated sigh escaped the young woman.
Her gaze traveled to the dark haired man whose filthy flickercat now kept a healthy distance, thank the Force. Then moved back to the younger looking, gentle human who tried very hard to calm the situation down. It seemed very unnatural to Anushka, who harbored careful distrust toward people she met. Especially those who were good friends with perverted furballs. Like the one Ana tried so desperately to ignore now.
”Etherium?” The woman asked, not familiar with the word only to shake her head. ”Nevermind, I don't want to know.” She added quickly and glanced behind her shoulder, pondering running away from this bunch of crazy but something told her there was no easy way out of it. And all suddenly a flicker of hope appeared they could be of help, after all they seemed to be local.
The woman turned her attention back at the odd group, shrugging indifferently at the very obvious statement Kvothe made. Took you long to figure it out? Anushka sighed but held back the sarcastic retort, by now knowing such thing didn't serve well when it came to getting help. ”It's this obvious, hm?” She asked in turn. ”No, not really.” The former Jedi said, trying to hide any tell tales of agitation. Ana expected the crazy furball to latch onto her leg once more.
”You can call me Anushka.” The red haired human nodded, not really eager to reveal more information to a bunch of possibly mentally unstable locals. Maybe later, only if they would keep their animals away from her. One thing she picked up on though roused her curiosity even more – all of them seemed Force sensitive though Anushka couldn't say to what extend. Sensing others was never a skill she could take pride in. There was no aura of malice and dark anger around them, something that soothed her fears enough to stay a bit longer and maybe ask for some directions.
Maybe. Her eyes immediately traveled to the annoying, blue furthing – wary cautiousness hiding in a hazel gaze.
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