The Blueberry Man
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"This is the life, you see! The Devil tips his hat to me!"
Leopold made an amusing sound as he was handed back the arm, finding it strange that Deas didn't eat it. However, Leopold was not going to force Deas to eat something he didn't want to eat; that would break customs of Swedish Neutrality. Although it was something he hardly enforced, when it came to close friends, he always upheld it. Not so much with strangers though. But with Deas not eating it, Leopold certainly would. He chucked it into the air, and caught it like some kind of crocodile at a zoo. He then proceeded to rip into it, his tongue working like another arm, allowing Leopold to tear the roasted limb into small, bite-sized pieces perfect for eating without having to remove it from his mouth once.
Then the chanting lady stopped chanting and began chatting with the duo. Leopold laughed at the nicknames of Feather Boy and Scaly Giant. He chuckled slightly more before he could respond, which gave time for Deas to introduce himself in the most bizarre manner Leopold had ever heard. "Really got to vork on dose English lessons. I know I don't have much room to talk, but my English is good besides my accent. Oh, my name's Leopold. I tank you for helping my friend. Not much you can do vithout eyes or mystical healing powers. You name vould be?" Leopold asked Toryn, his teeth forming an incredibly strange smile. He had no lips, which brought up the question of how he spoke so well and how he smiled. To answer the latter, his teeth moved. Not a usual way of smiling, but it worked. Sorta.
Leopold's head twitched slightly when he heard Grey Wolf. Almost immediately, she went into a demanding pose, and rudely asking what was with all the noise. Leopold caught the accent, and had some trouble telling which Germanic country it came from, and concluded on 'Germanic.' No distinct country. Yet. But Leopold lost his smile when she spoke. As if they were the problem. In Leopold's own home. Leopold growled lowly. "I don't tink you should ask dat. Especially vhen you're in MY house. But, if you must know, my frient Deas had some injuries dat dis person vas nice enough to heal. Ve're sorry for interrupting vhatever it vas you were doing IN MY HOUSE." Leopold rudely replied, his trench coat flapping slightly with the wind.
Then the chanting lady stopped chanting and began chatting with the duo. Leopold laughed at the nicknames of Feather Boy and Scaly Giant. He chuckled slightly more before he could respond, which gave time for Deas to introduce himself in the most bizarre manner Leopold had ever heard. "Really got to vork on dose English lessons. I know I don't have much room to talk, but my English is good besides my accent. Oh, my name's Leopold. I tank you for helping my friend. Not much you can do vithout eyes or mystical healing powers. You name vould be?" Leopold asked Toryn, his teeth forming an incredibly strange smile. He had no lips, which brought up the question of how he spoke so well and how he smiled. To answer the latter, his teeth moved. Not a usual way of smiling, but it worked. Sorta.
Leopold's head twitched slightly when he heard Grey Wolf. Almost immediately, she went into a demanding pose, and rudely asking what was with all the noise. Leopold caught the accent, and had some trouble telling which Germanic country it came from, and concluded on 'Germanic.' No distinct country. Yet. But Leopold lost his smile when she spoke. As if they were the problem. In Leopold's own home. Leopold growled lowly. "I don't tink you should ask dat. Especially vhen you're in MY house. But, if you must know, my frient Deas had some injuries dat dis person vas nice enough to heal. Ve're sorry for interrupting vhatever it vas you were doing IN MY HOUSE." Leopold rudely replied, his trench coat flapping slightly with the wind.
Where: Home, the Old Arena.
With: Deas, Tory, and Grey Wolf
Equipment: A very large trench coat.
Thoughts: Damn. Now I'm really gonna have to get more food.
Out Of Constitutions: Swedish neutrality. Get it? Because Leopold is Swedish.