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The elf continued his performance, absolutely devouring the positive feedback he was receiving from the small crowd. Oh, hoe he enjoyed such attention, the cheers and dancing stroking his ever-inflating ego, the growing illumination of his molten eyes ever-more evident as he stepped into lesser lighting.

"Hey, hey, hey, oh~"

A certain modded beauty had caught his attention; the glistening of metal having been the first piece of information to directly catch his eye, followed by a pair of gorgeous blues.
Oh. He wanted that piece of treasure, definitely, and the crimson smoke of his 'oh' certainly expressed that.
"Stop,Wait a minute"

Some fancy footwork and a classy little slide, and he found himself at the table of two, a sly grin crossing his full lips.
"Fill my cup, put some liquor in it"


It was here that he reached for Sunny's glass, lifting it to his lips and taking a swig before setting it back down, his hands and motions continuing to proceed with movements to match his 'story'.

"Take a sip, sign a check
Julio, get the stretch
Ride to Harlem, Hollywood
Jackson, Mississippi
If we show up, we gon' show out
Smoother than a fresh dry skippy"


and it was with that last line that his paused his dancing to reach to caress the modded one's hair (Of course, this was all granted that he hadn't up and socked the giant for taking his drink in the first place. Or let him stay at the table to continue his performance. In perfect conditions however, this was what the redhead would have done, his actions paired with a cheesy wink before intending to continue on with his song and step away to press on in his performance.



Location: Some bar?
Company: Many strangers
Feeling: Yesssss
Ooc: I should probably note that in having been simply dropped into the town, Numrigaaz has no working knowledge of the rules set for non-humans and the intent to really keep them a 'secret' from the humans. He will need to be informed at some point.


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A shoe fetish? Was he serious, or was he just seriously a few bricks short of a load? Given the man's behavior to this point, Sunny supposed that for some people, a full load was simply too much. He glared at him momentarily over his glass of water.

"That's disgusting." He wasn't even going to try to argue the point. It was a silly idea.

It was more fun irking the man than it was trying to get the truth out of him. Sunny watched him bite down on his knuckle and a soft scowl crossed his face; why would anyone put anything as filthy as their hands into their own mouths?

Yes, yes, he knew; people often put far dirtier things into their mouths.

But in public, in a bar?

Revolting.

And oh, ********, the singer was coming over.

Sunny pointedly moved his eyes away from the man, which in itself was an odd thing for him; often, Sunny had no trouble staring someone else down. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to simply avoid the golden gaze of his new admirer.

His attention was shattered, however, when his glass of water was lifted from the table and stolen, profaned by the behemoth of a man, and his scowl deepened into a grimace.

No.

******** that. Sunny was not going to share a drink with a str- did he ******** just?

Sunny's icy gaze snapped to the colossus of a man at last, burning brightly with rage at the uninvited physical contact. Old habit kicked in. Sunny's whole body tensed like a cat ready to spring, but he forced himself to relax; with ears like he had, and every other hole in his person, it would be idiotic - no, suicidal to engage someone of that size in any kind of physical altercation.

Broad jaw tensed so hard that his molars threatened to shatter under pressure, Sunny glanced back to Sciotoulo and with a snarl, growled a low, "I'm leaving." He pulled money out of his pocket and tossed it unceremoniously onto the table, his hands shaking.

"Stay and get completely trashed, that was my plan for you, but I need some ******** air."

He pushed away from the table to raise to his full height and promptly departed, just so that he could hurry outside to the fresh air.

Once outside, he gave the stone wall of Tallywhacker's Revenge a hard punch, tearing through the glove that was supposed to protect his hand.

[********] Well, that had backfired.


Location: Donberg - Tallywhacker's Revenge
With: Sciotoulo
State: n o


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                                                    tab ☾ The beast shrugged his shoulders at the other's words. Well, yeah, such a fetish was gross, but if it did the job in this conversation then he wasn't going to comment on it. However, there was something else to talk about. Like why that giant man was coming over to their table. Of course that answered itself, the beast both embarrassed someone was actually over here drawing attention to their table and amused with how the singer seemed to be into the dark skinned metal face.

                                                    tab ☾ Speaking of the devil, the other seemed to grow pretty pissed at what the other had done. Oh? It seemed to be the final straw for the other and soon he was gone. Hmm. He wasn't going to get that apology, was he? Eh. The creature got up from his seat without ever touching his drink and followed the other out, spotting him and his moment of stupidity. Cute.

                                                    tab ☾ "You know, punching people is much easier on the hand than assaulting the wall." He commented, grinning now. "But forget me." Scio took a second to smooth out his shirt, taking a moment to think on a few things. Of course, he wasn't quiet for long. "You know, you humans are strange creatures. So very sensitive and touchy about things. Then again, who am I to judge?" He shrugged once more before glancing around, observing the area. Everyone was either inside the bar or off the streets, leaving him to do the one thing he wanted all day.

                                                    tab ☾ There was nothing like a little rule breaking and what was this guy before him going to do? Tell everyone he saw a monster? Yeah, like anyone would buy that. A quick shake had him going from mortal to giant beast in a matter of seconds. Eh, he was going home anyways, so why worry. And ******** the rules. These government types had no idea how much it irritated him to play human. "By the way, I don't have a shoe fetish. Some kids just have their shoes pretty well tied on to their tiny feet. Kind of hard to take them off when the little ******** is squirming in your gullet." His choices were to swallow the kid, shoes and all, or have the kid get stuck and fight to either get him down or back up before passing out.

                                                    tab ☾ "Anyways, good night mortal. It was fun, let's do it again some time." He gave a two fingered salute before he turned on his heels. He made no attempt to rush from the scene, for there was no reason. It wasn't like he was a frequent visitor to town, so no one would see him for awhile. Okay, he lied, he'd be back, maybe to find another human to harass for awhile. That'd be fun, right?


                                                    ▌ ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ : ( * Scio Monster * ) X ( Scio Human )xxxx▌ ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ : Tallywhacker's > Outside
                                                    ▌ ｍｕｓｉｃ : Monster - House xxxx▌ ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ : It smells human (Sunny) & Beef cake > Sunny
                                                    ▌ ａｒｔ : Votapelusa xxxx▌ ｏｏｃ : Sorry for the delay, was trying to figure out what to do with Scio. XD

Sarcastic Daredevil

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Now, the massive redhead certainly caught sight of his target making his exit, but that hardly caused him to falter in his performance. The song was nearly over, after all, and he doubted the 'lemony' beauty would have been able to stray far. Especially not out of his range of scent with those chemicals.
With ease he would finish 'Uptown Funk'; though perhaps with a little less spirit than he sparked off with. The moment the song ended however, the mic was set back into its rest as the inter-missive music of 'Wrecking Ball' bumbled over the speakers and before the large male carefully slid his way to the exit he had eyed Sunny's path to lead.

He emerged just in time to catch sound of a voice from the direction of his interest's scent, a turn and following of the voice pulling him around just in time to catch sight of the snake-tailed creature, his own nose scrunching as his lips distorted in a sort of disgusted scowl at the fuzzy creature as it either took its leave or made ready to.

Either way, he intended to wait for the many-eyed creature to at least hopefully get out of earshot (Not that he wold know whether he was or not) before approaching the modded figure, a large hand dragging its fingertips against the rocky wall before adjusting to let the large figure lean, propped up by his elbow. A scowl softening to a more pleasant expression.

"So, yer into that sort then? 'Sit the teeth?"
That molten gaze flitted over the dark form once more, lingering briefly upon the damaged hand. "Oh,"

A rumble sounded within the core of the freckled male, smolder turning into a more contemplative stare. "Or di' he go try some'in wi you unwanted?"



Location: Outside the Tallywhacker's Revenge
Company: Modded Beauty
Feeling: -rumble-
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A voice pulled Sunny's attention away from the glove that had shredded at the knuckles. He'd torn open the skin, too, and while he was bleeding less than was cause for any concern, he was angry with himself for having done it, now that it was overwith. His crystal eyes darted to the blond man that had so graciously followed him outside, and who had the audacity to start mocking him.

Humans, huh?

There had been something strange about Sciotoulo after all. And admittedly, the sudden shift was enough to make Sunny step back and straighten up, as though tense with the sudden need to flee. Sunny had chosen the wall over a person specifically because he didn't like to fight, and there was a snowflake's chance in hell that he was going to even consider a fight with this creature that now towered over him.

Still, his expression didn't flicker; he hid the fear well, though his scent would probably give him away. Jaw tense, sickened by the thought that he'd been foolish enough not to realize that something was off about the man in the first place, nevermind that he'd just admitted to eating children, he watched his temporary companion walk away.

Not that Sunny liked children, either. Miniature people were still people, and still disgusted him.

The song inside had ended, and Sunny was ready to just ******** go home. This had been a stupid idea. It was high time that he considered becoming a hermit, he decided; no one would get in his business that way.

But just as he turned around to walk in the direction opposite of Sciotoulo, perhaps a little faster than was necessary, he nearly slammed into the goliath of a redhead from before.

[********], Sunny couldn't get a [******** break.

His eyes wandered a moment over the other man's features, though his own expression remained cemented in a slight grimace.

At least the voice wasn't a grating one, but Sunny couldn't place that accent, and the man was asking questions that he had no business asking. Curiosity might have been mankind's greatest virtue, but it toed a thin line next to 'being too ******** nosy'.

Sunny slid his hands into the pockets of his jacket, relaxing a little despite himself. The guy might have been massive and a ginger (like someone else he ******** hated), but he was also speaking calmly, and he had at least a few piercings that let Sunny believe they had at least some kind of common ground.

His eyes were strangely pacifying.

"What, you don't like to punch walls when you've met the man of your dreams?" he muttered. Okay, so he wasn't too upset to be a sardonic piece of s**t. "Not that it's any of your business, but he had been following me all day and I'm finished with people for the day. If you'll excuse me..."

Sunny made as though he were about to move, but this close, he got a good look at the man's ears. It wasn't the large jewelry that hung heavily in the man's lobes that had his attention, but the point that accentuated the helix, like his own. Somehow, though, this man's was longer, and looked terribly natural.

Despite the encounter with a monster not four minutes prior, Sunny made the assumption that most people here were human.

"Who did your ears for you? Work like that can't have come easily."


Location: Donberg - Tallywhacker's Revenge - just outside
With: Scio > massive singing ginger
State: irritated


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Crimson brows lifted at the snarky response, a few different responses coming to the mind of the large male before one of the less risque choices rolled off his split tongue, a faux expression of concern playing across his features, a golden-clawed hand; the one that wasn't propping him against the wall; rolling in gesture to open its palm towards the sky at the modded male.
"That would be a waste of a perfectly useful wall."

Ah, but he was leaving, wasn't he? Perhaps he should have chosen a more aggressive reaction to the other's quip. Grabbed poor Sunny and demonstrated a better use for the wall instead? No use crying about 'could have's, after all.
He could have always followed, and as the other turned, the redhead pushed himself off the wall, returning the entirety of his massive weight to his large feet, hands sliding into his pockets as he, himself, turned to trail the other-

Of course, Numrigaaz apparently acted before the other, leaving him startled a moment in wondering what particular cues he'd been acting upon.
Of course, his interest certainly had spoken as if he were leaving.
Good enough.

Ah, but the voice of the other pulled his attention again, the movement of his ears in surprise pulling his entire scalp back just slightly. "My ears?"
Woah. Woah. hold the ******** phone. He could tell they weren't natural? Golden hues widened with a small and nearly visible spark of excitement, a luminosity just barely beginning to flicker within the orbs.

"W-I did. They're pretty convincing, aren't they?" Considering the vocalization regarding the work, it was clear the modded one was impressed, and the redhead swelled slightly with a prideful confidence.

"It took a bit of study to get them just right, but I think the stones distract from any possible 'incorrect' features they might have from a proper elf's ear."
He could have been wrong. A rumble escaped his throat as his gaze played over the darker one's features once more, nostrils twitching as he tried to pick up any particular signature 'scent'.

"You're quite keen, peering past a mask, aren't you? I take it you're no elf either? What with those horns of yours, even."


Location: Outside TR
Company: Pretty boy blue
Feeling: Excite
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Maybe not all humanoids were terrible. Sunny had moved to leave, and the goliath that had addressed him had been prepared to do the same without the threat of following him.

None of that mattered right now, though, because it was a rare moment that Sunny found another artist with skills on par with his own. If ever there was a reason to endure conversation and the company of another person, let it be for the sake of better learning his craft.

"'Convincing' is a mild term for it. I've never seen work that looks nearly as natural." Sunny's own ears were close, but there was still scar tissue at the points of fusion where he had brought together the pieces of his ear to create the new shape. But this man, his ears seemed seamless, and longer than should have been possible, at that. Sunny understood anatomy, so just how had this come to be?

As for a scent, whatever Sunny's might have been, it was definitely overpowered by the stench of lemon pledge with the slightest hints of marijuana; neither smell was one that seemed as though it should be clinging to him as it was.

Sunny tilted his head gently for a slightly better look at the man's ears, though it was dark outside and the street lights gave little more than a dim, morbid sort of glow to the world around them. His own lobes swung with his movement, slow and graceful, but his icy gaze flickered quickly across the man's features as he attempted to gauge the nature of the questions returned to him.

It was a conversation about modification. What was the harm?

"I'm afraid not." That was alright, though. Sunny wasn't much of the frolicking-through-woods type that he associated with elves, anyhow. "The horns are some of my custom silicone implants. Few people actually ask me about them unless they're interested in a set for themselves," he added. "You clearly don't work out of Donberg. Where is your studio?"


Location: Donberg - Tallywhacker's Revenge - just outside
With: massive singing ginger
State: slightly less irritated


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