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 Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 7:11 pm
Ren was at the maul. The maul. Why, in Jack's name, was he at the maul, of all places?
It was all his sister's fault. That was it. Medieval had forced Ren into escorting her on her ridiculous search for frivolous clothing and extraneous and unnecessary items and she had wanted to drag Ren along to hold her bags.
Ren was not the maul type. For that matter, Ren was not the shopping type either. In fact, anything that had to do with shopping - unless he was the one actually getting the goods (meaning cold hard cash, not those frilly pink pants his sister fancied) - he was very opposed towards. Especially when it involved hauling around the gazillion bags his sister tended to accumulated during her trips.
Of course, what Med hadn't expected was for her brother to make a break for it as soon as her back was turn. Dropping his sister's bags on the glossy tile floor of the shop they were in, he had turned on his heel and booked it out of there as fast as his legs could carry him.
Except now he had no ride home, and was, in fact, stuck. Sitting on the edge of the fountain, he dipped his fingers into the water, sulkily flicking drops at the people walking by.
Boooooreddddd bored bored, Ren thought moodily, stifling a yawn. I need a plan.
And a nap. Yeah. That sounds good.
"Grahhhh I have got to get out of here!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 10:18 pm
Tybalt glared at his backpack that was now filled with treats and foods for his dog companions. Why did they have to eat so much? He swore, every time he came to this place they were raising the price. He was going to grow broke at this rate! Ugh! To make matters worse, that accursed snake pen, Repsi, had escaped again and in the maul no less! Forcing him to search everywhere for it! That damn snake! He was sure that stupid creature was doing this all on purpose, just to piss him off!
Cursing repeatedly, he was about throw in the towel when he spotted the reptile-----swimming in the fountain. Damn that little s**t! "REEEPSSSIIIIIII!" He yelled, dropping his backpack on the ground and making a leap towards the snake, only to land in the fountain with a rather large splash. On the bright side, he caught the snake; who desperately bit and squirmed to free herself again. Down side? He soaked everyone and everything around him. Including the gryphon boil.
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 10:29 pm
What the - where had all this Jackdamning water come from?!
Ren - who had been, quite innocently (not really) and quite quietly minding his own business (not really) - was suddenly totally and completely soaked by the same water he had just been using to flick at the various passersby.
It was cold. And wet. And unpleasant (why had he decided to sit here again, of all places?). Ren was, to say the least, not very pleased about his current situation, especially considering that his Incendia had managed to escape the typhoon by burrowing itself under his legs the little nuisance - !
Ren reached a hand up, pushing soaked hair away from his face as he regarded the young ghost in front of him (or rather, in the fountain next to him), raising an eyebrow.
"What," he asked, his voice low and deep, seemingly calm. " - in Jack's name are you doing?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 6:30 pm
Tybalt was in the middle of strangling the snake pen when the gryphon boil spoke up. Though he didn't seem at all happy. Wonder why?
"What does it look like I'm doing?" He asked sarcastically; lifting his hand to reveal the escapee. "I'm catching this..." He was about to say snake when he noticed that she had somehow wriggled loose and was slithering away through the water again. "Oh no you don't!" He growled; pouncing after her and splashing everything around him yet again.
"How many times are we going to go through this?" He asked the small reptile with a glare. "As I was saying. I was catching this little s**t." He held the snake pen up for the other to see; though this time with a firmer grip so that she couldn't make another escape.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 4:21 pm
Ren did not appreciate the sarcasm. Nor the fact that the boil (what was he, anyway, a dog...thing?) apparently had no control over his pet and no sooner had he caught it did it slip easily away again, back into the fountain. This was followed by the boy practically diving in after him, followed by yet another cascading wave of water, making Ren sputter and gasp, flipping wet hair from his face (once again, Takashiro had managed to hide from the waterfall - the annoying creature was still huddled beneath his legs, and Ren resisted the urge to kick his Incendia into the fountain just to spite it).
He also resisted the urge to dunk this young man into the fountain after his pet. Ren scowled at him.
"You do realize that you've just drenched half of the people sitting around here, right?"
His bag was soaked. Ren stood up, shivering slightly as he pulled it over his head and setting it aside. The water was rapidly becoming freezing with the cool maul air, and Ren did not, to say the least, like water one bit. He shook his head, attempting to shake some of the wetness from his hair that was now plastered to the side of his face.
"Towel," he grunted, turning to look pointedly at the black eared boil. "I need a towel."
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 11:37 pm
Tybalt eyed the other boil a moment before he snorted. "Sitting near water is like asking to get soaked." He countered. "Besides! Your not made of sugar. It's not like your going to melt or anything." He said; climbing out of the water and snatching up his bag that he had tossed aside. With this, he could stuff the pesky pen-strictor inside and not have to worry about her getting loose again! Or so he hoped. She always managed to escape. Always. Though how? He had no idea.
That done, he slung the bag over his shoulder and turned back to face the other boil again. "Towel? What for? You'll be dry in a few hours anyway. In fact, it's pretty windy outside today. I bet if you stand out there you'll be dry in minutes!" Unfortunately, the black dog just didn't know when to shut his mouth. His suggestion was probably doing nothing more than to piss off the other boil further. Especially considering the fact that he himself, being a ghost, meant that he wasn't really wet to begin with and therefore didn't see what the big deal was.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 6:15 am
Ren did not like water.
Period.
Unless it was for a shower (and even then he still showered as quickly as possible), he tended to avoid any and all situations involving the word "water." Rivers, lakes, ponds, puddles; he'd rather stay curled up in his own nice, warm bed than spend time near any sort of water. The only reason he had been sitting by the fountain in the first place was because he had figured there was no way he would trip and fall over the semi-high wall around it and fall in, plus he was having fun flicking drops at people. So needless to say, he was not, to say the least, exactly pleased that he had been drenched by this...dog.
"I was only sitting here to give the people walking by a quick little shower," Ren said, somewhat testily. "And I am not, sorry to tell you, going to stand outside and freeze my a** off. Your idea of how to get dry leaves a lot to be desired," he added dryly.
Standing up, Ren stretched his legs, damp wings fluttering behind him as he stepped over to the boil, eying him somewhat suspiciously as he leaned over to talk to him.
"Get me," he said, his tone light, but with an undercurrent of firmness to it. "A towel. Please."
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 5:16 pm
Hah! He was splashing people and yet here he was complaining about being splashed? Well then. Maybe this was a bit of karma coming back to n** him in the butt? "Suit yourself." He said. Shrugging when his suggestion was quickly shot down. He at least thought it was better than standing around; dripping wet.
Though apparently the gryphon boil didn't simply plan on standing around. Nope. Instead, when Tybalt was about to walk off, he cut off his path and demanded a towel. Pfft yeah. Like he kept one on him. "What for?" He asked; making a face. "You have two legs of your own. I'm sure you can find yourself one. Good luck!" He said; patting the gryphon on the shoulder before attempting to walk past him.
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 4:29 pm
Ren pushed back more soggy hair from his forehead. The water was starting to drip down the back of his shirt, making him feel uncomfortable and itchy; a sensation he did not particularly like, nor one that he wished to experience for much longer.
"Oy," he said irritably, putting his hands on his hips and staring down at the dog boil. "I wasn't quite finished with you yet."
The boil really was rather shorter than him. Ren reached out, grabbing the back of his hood and tugged him back.
"Now," he said, very matter of fact. "Find me a towel, please. Otherwise I'll dunk you in the fountain yourself."
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 8:17 pm
For a moment, Tybalt thought he was going to get away with this entire mess. That was, up until Ren grabbed him by the hood and yanked him back. Chocking him like when someone pulled at dogs collar. Not cool!
With a slight cough the black dog stumbled backwards and glared at the gryphon; debating whether or not to yank the boil's braid to show him how it felt. Then again maybe not. Instead his face twisted into a scowl, while his ears folded flat against his skull; tail lashing from right to left in annoyance. Maybe it was his fault that this guy was soaked, but the last thing he wanted to do in his free time was to hunt down some stupid towel so this bird brain could dry off.
"Find yourself one!" He spat. Unafraid of the threat.
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 8:00 pm
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Ren said boredly, beginning to walk back towards the fountain, half dragging the black dog with him. Obviously this ghost wasn't afraid of him, considering the mouth he had on him. It was not as if Ren was trying to frighten him, either; on the contrary, all he wanted was a towel. Was that so hard to ask?
"You're not nearly as intimidating as you think you are," Ren said mildly and suppressed a yawn, putting his free hand up to his mouth to stifle it. "More like a yappy little dog. Are you supposed to be scary? Maybe if you try snarling a bit more, or turning into something. Do you turn into a dog? Not that a dog is very intimidating against a full-sized gryphon, but still. You're kinda short, but I suppose you could still be scary if you tried hard enough."
Bending down briefly, Ren scooped Takashiro up into his arms. The little black incendia darted up his arm to curl around his neck and shoulders like a scarf, hissing slightly at the damp fabric.
"Now," said Ren, pulling Tybalt in front of him, pushing him up against the fountain so that with one quick push he'd fall in. "My name is Ren. And I'd like a towel, please."
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 11:42 pm
Tybalt made a low growl in the back of his throat as he got pulled around by the other boil; digging his feet in despite the fact that the ground was solid.
"Heh! Gryphon? Are you sure? I would have pegged you for a squawking gull or something. You know? The ones that are always demanding your food?" His look held a mixture of anger and amusement as he spoke. "And I'm not short!" He snapped; obviously offended at the last part of the gryphon's words. "you're just freakishly tall!" If he was annoyed before, he was getting pissed now. What was it with people and calling him short anyways? True, he wasn't the biggest black dog out there----but that didn't make him short!
Dragging his feet again, he eyed the fountain behind him as he was dragged and placed directly in front of it. Looks like the gryphon was going to keep true to his little threat. "Tybalt, and I said you can get your own!" He growled; trying to shove the other boil's hand away with little success. Where was he supposed to get a towel anyways? He didn't have one on him, nor did he have any more money. Especially after the weekly purchase of food for his pets! So as much as the other boil wanted one---buying a one was out of the question and so was stealing one for that matter.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 11:26 am
Ren arched an eyebrow, vaguely amused by the dog. "A squawking gull?" he repeated, tapping a finger against his chin, as if contemplating what exactly a creature like a squawking gull would look like. "Not entirely certain I would fit under that category. I do not, after all, demand for food. Well, okay, I do a little, but that's only on certain occasions, and even then I am not demanding. Merely annoying. As for the being freakishly tall part," Ren tilted his head at the boil, smiling. "Well, perhaps, perhaps not. Or perhaps you're just freakishly short, ever thought of that?"
His threat to dunk the other into the fountain seemed to have little effect, although he did get a name out of it. "Tybalt, eh?" Ren said, his grip holding steady, though the dog was attempting to unlatch his fingers from the back of his shirt - though with hardly any success, Ren noted in amusement. "An interesting name for an interesting boil, although right now I am cold and wet and would like a towel. Seeing as how we're in a maul and there are plenty of stores around that would sell towels, I assume there must be one for you. Come along now~"
Yawning briefly, Ren hiked his back back over his shoulder and proceeded to tug the black dog away from the fountain, dragging him towards the nearest clothing store. He wasn't sure which would carry towels, exactly, but looking couldn't hurt. His feet squelched unpleasantly in his soggy shoes, leaving a trail of water as he walked.
"So, Tybalt," Ren said conversationally, as if he weren't towing along the black dog as he walked. "What brings you to the maul today, eh? Shopping for a ghoulfriend, maybe?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 11:17 pm
Tybalt ground his teeth together in frustration. He was NOT short and being told he was over and over was beginning to grate on his nerves. Who decided how short was short anyways!? It pissed him off! How dare he!
"Che! Sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm broke." He admitted. Not that he would waste money on a towel anyways. If the gryphon boil wanted a towel, he could buy it himself. Seriously, he would be dry in a few hours anyways, what was the point?
By the time Ren had asked him his reason for being here, the black dog had almost completely given up on the idea of freeing himself. Not to say he had given up on thought of escape entirely. Maybe when the gryphon let his guard down he could make a run for it? Question was, how long would that be...?
"The usual. Picking up my pets food." He muttered in response, eying the shops as they walked past them. He normally didn't walk in this direction of the maul, so there was quite a few shops he had not yet seen. Too bad it was all against his will!
"What about you? Here to boss around random people or something?" He asked, as he continued to look around.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 7:23 am
Ren had the distinct feeling he was not making any friends here, but that did not deter him from his goal of making Tybalt buy him a towel to use. He was, in fact, thoroughly soaked, and it was the black dog's fault - hence the need for Tybalt to pay him back for his earlier actions. Or, at the very least, he would make Tybalt do something for him, seeing as how the next words out of the dog's mouth were "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm broke."
Damn, Ren thought. Isn't that always the case? He could be lying, but then again, I'm not about to just go searching the boil.
"Well, then, you'll just have to earn your money, wouldn't you?" Ren answered him easily. "Besides, it's not that hard to repay me for drenching me. All I would need would be an apology and something to dry myself off with, maybe some hot chocolate or coffee. But," Ren added, giving an exaggerated sigh as he towed Tybalt through the maul. "Since you don't want to do any of those things, I guess you're stuck with me."
"That's not nearly as exciting as buying things for a ghoulfriend," he said, casting a glance back at the dog. Who, it seemed, had resigned himself to being half dragged around, a surly expression on Tybalt's face. "What, no ghoulfriend to buy for?" A pause. "Or boilfriend, perhaps, if that's where your tastes lie?"
That last part was said just to be obnoxious. Ren added mildly "And I never boss people around. Merely ask. Forcefully. If they don't answer willingly, that is. Otherwise I'm just a casual sort," he said cheerfully. "Oh, look, a home store. They'll have towels."
Squelch squelch squelch.
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