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Post by Jack on Sept 13, 2021 12:17:14 GMT -6
The scent of alcohol is strong, wafting towards you through the air. Is that cider...? Full of apple aroma that goes straight to your head. Without touching a drop, the world around you starts to spin. Oh dear. You feel the need to steady yourself, or sit down, before you can continue on your adventure.
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Post by Skylos on Sept 22, 2021 3:42:20 GMT -6
"I'm sure that you can see yourself out from this door to the front. Good day, Rat." the bellhop says with a smile that froze the earth figuratively, closing the hall door with a click. They're back in the feast hall, and it is very strongly scented of cider. "That could've gone better." the scarred man tells the cat with an embarassed, or maybe it was slightly pained, smirk. He is hobbling down the hall, liberally peruzing the food and drink choices. Even if you can't see the master the food is supposed to be good. "Lets see.... aha." he comes back with two mugs of cider, and pushes one into Skylos' paws. "Sit, drink. be merry like a person would be. Its your first step into the world of what could happen when rich or fancy, after all." and how is that supposed to be, Skylos grumbles audibly, very softly. He finds a little pouf under the table, dragging it out before sitting. The cider is strong on his tongue. bleeeh. I was rejected. "Well, yes. but the overseer, at least that one, is notoriously picky. If you caught his attention, it would be a much smoother ride. I mean, cat with a pair of dogs, right?" 26
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Post by Skylos on Sept 22, 2021 3:53:57 GMT -6
'Whom I'm very interested in seeing what the time warp does for them when we get out of this house.' he smiles down at the rambunctious pups. "So its back to square one. What the elders want to see from new recruits is that you aren't simply here for the money or the protection, that you can offer the Foundation something." Taking a long sip of cider, he leans against a wall, watching the cat. He's... not going to make a lot of ripples right now. Not yet. But its rare when his instincts are wrong about people or animal people. Like a diamond in the rough. With a lot of polishing and such, he could be a good fit. "Do you have a special skill at all?" the cat runs his thumb over the rim of the mug before lapping at his drink a few times again, with a pinched expression, like eating a lemon. I...can do about anything someone asks me to do with minimal instructions. I think it was called a jack of all trade. , he finally says to his mug. "Good, good. having a good round set of skills is essential. But let me offr you a tip. Eye contact." 27
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Post by Skylos on Sept 22, 2021 4:03:08 GMT -6
"Eye contact with people. You've got pretty eyes, Katze, flaunt em." Well, if he looked them in the eye, some people got much more interested or afraid of him, one of the two. animals were less keen on him with having eye contact. like th epups. "Its not your pets right now we're working with, its you." the scarred man prods. "You are the main event, and you are a welcoming presence to people, or a fearful one. Which one would you prefer." he has to think on this one. A...welcoming presence, for now. he decides. Welcome to my table, people. you are all friends while you eat with me... he spreads a free paw out at the feast beside him. a friendly, welcoming and generous paw to the public. Hm... "a good start, but you might want to learn how to mask your emotions a bit; because looking you in the eye while you say that is regarding the floor or a dead fish. True deception is when you can threaten someone with your steak fork by remaining with a perfectly friendly disposition, eyes and all." the scarred man responds, picking a fork off the table. "Welcome to my table, you are all friends while you eat with me. Leave your animosities at the door." 28
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Post by Skylos on Sept 22, 2021 4:10:24 GMT -6
"Communication is most of the laying of foundation with what we do, and the rest is physical work." So if someone can communicate with the masses and lure them like fishes, convincing them other things... wouldn't be that hard to do. He sips his cider deeply. That raven may be a pain in his tush, but can create a hell of a cider batch. probably from the mansion's apple trees outside. "The first part of building a bridge... what do you think it is?" he asks the cat. ...picking the place. Katze finally decided. he kind of had an idea, as thats how people built houses, right? "Sort of. I kind of gave you a trick question. Its communication about picking the place. You can't just tell someone you are building a bridge at their place and expect something to come of it. You communicate mainly on paper in the beginning; pick a place, pick materials, pick who does the job... theres a lot of communication on building just a bridge, or even a building, or starting a business." Maybe its the cider, but it seems to be loosening his tongue while drinking. Those ears are keenly listening, which is good. He needed folk like that. 29
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Post by Skylos on Oct 4, 2021 4:51:42 GMT -6
The cider tastes a bit stronger then normal as the green eyed man paces about. "Could always hit it off as a freelancer baddie. But be careful of that, the Triad might allow small time gangs and such on their turf, but if you overgrow your 'space' allowed, they are the hammer of the Gods, if you follow my drift." He's had to deliver 'bad news' to that kind of small time gangs before. Kind of what earned the green eyed man his reputation as the 'alley reaper'. "You're going to need a sidekick though." What is a sidekick? It is not kicking out to the side? the cat asks him. A smirk crosses his face on that as he watches the cat taste his cider and make a face. Its starting to go rancid. Ugh, must be the swap of the seasons. This cat isn't ready for spooks, he's guessing. and as soon as they walk outside, it would be spooks. "A sidekick is a helper, a partner, a...friend of sort. and I have a contact out in the wilderness who if you give him enough reason, would be your sidekick in a heartbeat. If your're interested." He's got a handful of small rocks now, with scratches on them that look like markings. Keeping them well out of the two puppies view. Oooh, and the time magic would catch up too. Oct 1 (exit) 12.0 Kitri 12.0 Kouta
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Post by Skylos on Dec 22, 2021 5:18:09 GMT -6
Do you ever have that period of time where a thought comes to mind, you start to say it, and it just... doesn't come back afterwards? Yeah. Of all the creatures he has encountered in the short timespace of earning livespace in the kennels, who didn't look once at him and go NOPETIMETOGO, he didn't expect THIS ONE to hang around. The naked band of lost fur on her right hind hock, the galabex who was a rabbit nibbles absently at the pile of logs he made for the firewood. Standing at his garden gate, looking right at him. More then once, he tries to speak. Black and red death rabbit deer is eating his garden. Ok, she's not a 'death rabbit' but close enough, right? Right. The logs have a light coating of frost on them, sticking briefly to her fluffy nose. The galabex snorts, tossing her head, and looks back at him when he makes a noise. December 1TBB1 [27 0/5 0/10 14/20]
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Post by Skylos on Dec 22, 2021 5:25:02 GMT -6
/Why did you stay?/ The mammalian's train of thought hardly scoots past this fact. The button black eyes blink and look at him, black fur, red...red fur from muzzle underbelly to the undersides of her rabbit paws. It isn't a happy feeling that he feels for the galabex's result of staying along with him. No. Its.... fear. He doesn't know what to do. And this creautre is TALL. Her shoulder is his nose. Like she may give Kouta and Kitri a tall run for their money if she stood upright. His hand comes off the gate, and he takes a step back. Confused. Scared. Disbelief. Where he'd be estatic, the cat is... he doesn't have a problem with Kitri, who was already a big girl when she had pups, now towered. But she's a dog. This is a deer rabbit...thing. And one who had been caught in a snare. D2 TBB2 [27 0/5 0/10 15/20]
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Post by Skylos on Dec 22, 2021 5:31:35 GMT -6
The deer rabbit is confused. There was something very wrong with this cat. One, he stands like a hooman. Two, he doesn't seem keen to vault the flimsy human made barriers made to keep her kind out and chase her. Notedly, he had freed her from being captured, LEFT, and not come back. If anything, there was something seriously wrong with this cat. The leafy logs piled up between them have the smell of dying plants. They dry up as they die, and don't taste terribly good. Her standing stance doesn't shift, but in curiosity. Instinct screams. This is wrong, he is wrong, this is all WRONG. run away. But she doesn't want to run away. Watching him. Until HE doesn't run, but walks away. The smell of predator dogs clings to him. Another reason she hasn't run. Why does a cat smell like a happy dog. Dogs and cats do not like each other, and this is a known fact. D3 TBB3 [27 0/5 0/10 16/20]
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Post by Skylos on Dec 22, 2021 5:39:10 GMT -6
The cat isn't difficult to follow, as his prints stand out in the ground. Unlike her own now cold frosted paws. He's out of sight briefly as she has to hop over the flimsy barrier to keep up on him. Must be really spooked because the cat does the deer thing of looking around when he stops, ears like satellites. Looking back, seeing her carefully hopping along behind at a managable distance, with wide off colored eyes OHMYGOD THE EYES, and moving on like he doesn't know. How unusual. She's never gone so long without being chased off by something. Even the trickster rabbit hadn't tried to chase runner deer down in the race of the given horns. The deer rabbit follows him, at a distance, because there are so few people on the street. He makes haste, and the cobble road that most HUMANS know comes along. Interestingly enough, she doesn't clop. D4 TBB4 [27 0/5 0/10 17/20]
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Post by Skylos on Dec 22, 2021 5:46:08 GMT -6
As she trails the cat who freed her, the sky above weeps. Chilled tears fall from above, wetting her fur and making the prints of the cat harder to follow. It dulls scents left behind. But the cat doesn't keep into town, he ducks off into a side space where more humans would roam, and is heading back away from the city. The deer rabbit doesn't give up on following him though, and keeps moving. Trying to escape a galabex rabbit thing, and now its raining. The universe just loves making him miserable, right? Skylos glowers upwards at the rain through his wetting forehead fringe. Well thanks, now he's spooked, wet, and STILL being followed by this lunatic animal. She must want a taste of his flesh. He's not quite sure which part scares him more, the rabbit walking like a deer, or a deer who literally looks like a rabbit. Until they head each other off at the gate. D5 TBB5 [27 0/5 0/10 18/20]
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Post by Skylos on Dec 22, 2021 5:53:48 GMT -6
/Don't you have someone else to haunt./ the cat asked, as the deer had headed off his escape route. It might be those little rabbit eyes that linger on him, watching, that make him so uneasy. /Autumn's over. Go... hibernate or something./ he makes a shooing motion, then disappears into the gate, practically throwing himself through. Well that is just plain rude. And she'd follow him right in. So thats exactly what she did, in a flurry of upside down rollover of vision and limbs, the two find themselves on the other side of the magic laced gateway. POOFH The less savvy of words would call this arse over tea kettle, but he doesn't have any idea where a tea kettle fits into this. But when Skylos sits up, he's in a snowdrift. The snow is clinging to his wet fur, and beside him, struggling to make sense of up, is the gala...bunny. Bunny...bex. WHAT ARE YOU. D6 TBB6 [27 0/5 0/10 19/20]
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Post by Skylos on Dec 22, 2021 5:59:07 GMT -6
She kicks out long rabbit legs until getting them back under the bulk of the deer's body, shaking snow that immediately attached to her head, away. More like a frosted ginger rabbit now. The cat is just as snowy as she is now, but isn't attempting to free his head from having a snow block in his non existent antlers. And that is heavy feeling and not good. The creature beside him waves her horned head back and forth, trying to free a headful of snow. Oh that does't look comfortable at all. A minute of the rather dangerous wave back and forth as she's trying to free herself, and avoiding those pointed antlers. /Alright, alright. Wait a moment./ he mutters, finding his feet first and finally being taller then the animal beside him. Grabbing hold of the antler before it gouges him by accident. The animal freezes when grabbed by the horns. D7 TBB7 [27 0/5 0/10 20/20] +1 Skylos
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Post by Skylos on Dec 22, 2021 6:07:30 GMT -6
She's only been touched once by the cat, when being freed from the snare. He wasn't trying to...hurt her, right? No, he's gripping on wiht one paw, and smacking at the snow between her rapidly freezing forehead and other antler. Poomph sounds around her as the world rights itself finally and there's a cat, throughly snowy now, and she's got broken up snow chunks around her. The galabex shakes her head once he's released her again, and the rest of the snow dislodges from clinging to wet antlers. Ah, thats COLD. Her fur's thick, but not when wet. The cat stumbles back off the drift of snow, onto a white strewn path, rubbing his paws rapidly against his upper forelegs. Another weird thing that human-walkers can do. She has to scratch with against things. Finding her feet, the galabex gets up, shakes, and makes him liberally snowy again. That may or may not have been deliberate. D8 TBB8 [28 0/5 0/10 1/20]
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Post by Skylos on Dec 22, 2021 6:18:36 GMT -6
/That was deliberate./ he accuses the galabex, dropping briefly on all fours to shake excess snow out of his fur. The creature beside him may or may not have snorted like a laugh beside him, her opalescent eyes glinting with mirth. /You're not snowheaded anymore, go away./ he makes another shooing motion, but freezes when teh galabex does not go away like he fully expects, and puts her soft nose in his ear. AGAIN. Ack! He jumps back, fluffing up and clapping a very cold paw to his frozen ear. The hell bunny blinks innocently. What... was this some sort of thanks? Or he's getting so cold his brain is starting to imprint common feline behavior onto a prey animal. Muttering grumpily to himself about stupid snow brained gaint rabbits and such, the mammalian rubs at his forearms again. Fur or not, he's now wet, snowy and rapidly getting cold. Better to get inside and warm up. D9 TBB9 [28 0/5 0/10 2/20]
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