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 Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 9:54 pm
((If you'd like me to change the title at any point in time, please let me know. XD I'm not even sure if Azriel's still sticking to his hobby now or not. I'm just making a wild guess that for someone like him, i'd be hard to quit. ^^; ))
It was dimly lit inside The Lime Light Lounge, with a waterfall of stairs leading up to a small stage in the far right corner, diagonal to the entrance. Black metal tables were placed about the room, each one seating two or three black chairs. Here and there a few morphs lounged about casually, sipping their drinks and speaking in low voices. Slow, soft music played in the background, setting the relaxing mood. But the regulars at the bar could tell it was almost evening, and as soon as it got dark, that's when more people came in and the place really became alive. For now the only sign of activity was the occasional dim murmur of laughter heard every now and then at some of the other tables.
On the wall adjacent to the entrance, to the left was where the bar was located, with a row of high-legged stools lined up beside the counter. It was there that a couple of very colorful fellows had seated themselves, with a pair of untouched, empty glasses before them. They seemed to have only just arrived, for the pair shook their wings carefully and folded them so as not to spread their powders and spores. It was always a hassle for Look and Leer to bring themselves indoors due to their wings, but nothing could keep them away from their nightly drinks.
This was their favorite hangout in all of Shield City, and while they were visiting, no one, not even their 19-year-old friend Benjamin could keep them away. Time and time again they had attempted to persuade the beedrill-morph to come with them, but he refused on the accounts that he did not consume alcohol and that he was uncomfortable with the twins' method of travel, which happened to be flight.
As long as it took to walk to the lounge, the twins wouldn't have minded waiting for him, but they didn't press him about it, knowing only too well what it was that really made Benny uncomfortable. He hated going out in public unless there were huge crowds about to hide within, due to his appearence. He wore sunglasses indoors, though he was not even close to being blind. He forbade the two to leave that evening, claiming they'd be out so late and get so drunk that he'd have to come fetch them as he'd had to so many times before. But of course, that didn't stop the twins from denying everything and going on their merry way.
The best part about it was with his fear of heights, Benjamin couldn't follow so easily. Nor would he want to...at first. He cared about the boys like family, and even if at times he'd remind himself they weren't his problem, he'd realize someone had to look out for them in the end.
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 8:35 am
((I LOVE the title, Ty. XD <3 It's true, so it's fine.))
The first newcomer to enter the room made himself as inconspicuous as possible. No need to have the attention of the entire lounge for very long. As he'd thought, they only turned to him for a few seconds to see who had opened the door. This would probably end up being an adequate place to hide, so long as he didn't bring a lot of attention to himself. The less people looked at him, the less likely they'd recognize him.
If the people around him actually took the time to examine what he looked like, they'd notice the Lucario morph was actually a bit shorter than average. But then again, if any did really pay a lot of attention to him, then he'd probably be in jail right now. Continuing to avoid eye contact with any of the other morphs sitting around, instead going directly for the bar. It'd been a long day. He needed a drink -or ten.
Because he had nothing specific to order, he merely told the barkeeper to get him some sort of beer. It didn't matter which. He felt something in his pocket when he sat down. Leaning over in his seat so that he could pull it out, the fighting- and steel-type morph stuck his fingers in it, making sure not to push it in far enough to hit the spike coming out of his hand. His pocket released a wallet, and he flipped it open. Obviously not his. He must have snatched it while walking to the lounge and put it in his pocket. Good thing whoever he took it from didn't notice, or he'd be in even more trouble right now.
He downed the drink as quickly as he could -which wasn't that fast, considering he had never been good at drinking- and turned back to the wallet. It was filled with enough funds to get him not only through the night, but probably through the week. "Keep 'em coming, barkeeper." He'd finally had enough to spend it on something he wanted, not needed, and he was going to live it up to the fullest.
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 2:01 pm
((Since I really don't have a pokemorph its okay if I just make one up on the spot biggrin ? Please tell me if I do anything wrong><; oh and thanks for the invite^^))
The first thing the Kadabra morph noticed when he came in was it seemed very still. Since he got kicked out of his old bar for "minor" taboos against the rules, he scouted and finally found a new bar that he heard was very popular. He notcied that there was some rather light soothing music on, and the sound of a indoor waterfall meaning this place seems so far to be what his freind told him about.
The first thing he looked for was a nice comtfy stool so he could drink himself into bliss. He eyed an empty stool and sat down and asked the bar keep for one of the bar's most popular drinks. While he waited he pulled out his wallet and a particularly shiny spoon and then with a small bit of focus had his money float out of his wallet and he divided up the contents just for tonight. It looked like he had enough for quite a hangover tomorrow, but if this bar's reputation proceeded itself then it should be worth it.
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 3:37 pm
((@Agent ~ Oh! XD Forgot to mention - Look carries the wallet for both twins. He teds to be the more aggressive of the two, as Beautifly according to the pokedex seem to be violent, so they figure it's safer with him. <3
I think that's pretty much all they carry with them, though...They have to be pretty light-weight to fly, neh? ^^
@Reborn ~ That's what you're supposed to do, Izzy. XD No need to have a ready-made character. It's perfectly fine! Agent and I just happen to have ready-made characters by coincidence.
No problem. You need more rp time.
Uh oh! I'm afraid I don't believe there's any 'indoor waterfall', silly. You're reading too fast again. What I said was 'a waterfall of stairs'. Sorry about the confusion.))
At the appearance of the two new guests, the twin morphs confined their chatter to a low muttering, their eyes narrowing while their grins only broadened.
The one closest to the Lucario morph happened to be a slim, young male wearing nothing but a pair of black, denim jeans, and his bare chest was marked with silver and dark grey. His grinning, coy face was also a pale silver, though his big, childish blue eyes were shaded by long, crimson tipped black bangs. Framing either side of his face longer bangs grew, somewhat resembling pincers. His hair grew up wildly on top all the way down the back, all black and tipped with crimson.
What was more disturbing was the long, curling probiscus he had in place of a nose. It coiled down to his chest, along side two, lengthy drooping black antenna. They blended with his hair, though without any crimson, and were so long as the fell across his shoulders that they appeared as perhaps a pair of pigtails, giving him a distinctly feminine appearence.
The lad was barefoot, and his voice was thickly accented with the tounge of the Irish. His breath smelled a mix of bitter alcohol and sweet flower nectar. The 17-year-old's large pair of colorful Beautifly wings fluttered every so often against his back, as if he was uncomfortable with keeping the folded so close against his skin.
Beside the Kadabra morph, a simillar figure cast a triple-pupiled, golden gaze at the psychic-type. He could have been identical to his companion if one did not observe too closely, and was color blind. This one was of the same height, age, accent, behavior, and gender as the other, and he even wore his hair in the same fashion, tipped in crimson.
But his hair roots, instead of being black, were as green as his glittering Dustox wings, heavy with the pollen and toxic powders they shed. His lilac torso and face clashed with the scarlet skin of his legs, arms, hands, and feet. His golden eyes had, unlike the blue of his brother, three large pupils in each eye instead of merely one. Shorter, golden antenne protruded from his hair, thicker, as they were more feathery than solid. He too was shirtless, but his pants were a goldenrod-dyed denim, as if to match his eyes.
A few minutes later, the bar-tender came around and poured each of his customers their drinks. The boys' faces lit up noticibly and they reached for their tankards with the delight of children reaching for birthday parcels.
"Thirst is a shameless disease," the Beautifly-morph announced almost hesitantly, eyeing his full glass as he raised it.
"So here's to a shameful cure!" the Dustox-morph replied cheerfully in the same, thick Irish accent, raising his own to clink with his brother's.
The first took a huge gulp and set it down, taking a breath, but the second was not so easily satisfied. He'd finished off at least three-fourths of his share before he paused for air. Of the two, both of them knew Leer was the heavier drinker, but not by too much. Look's glass was little more than half finished. Unfortunately, Leer's tolerance far surpassed his twin's, and despite his greater thirst, Look almost always ended up feeling the effects first.
"Ah...nothin' like good ol' Irish whiskey, eh, Leer?"
"Mm," the Dustox murmured in agreement, wiping the froth from his mouth with the back of his hand. "Did it get to yer brain yet, ye air-headed flying-type?" Leer teased, leaning forward on the counter. "Ye still need to pay the bar-tender, remember? Keep that in mind before ye be goin' and gettin' yerself drunk."
Look's large, blue eyes were already heavy-lidded, and he smiled giddily. "Oh...almost fergot..." Slipping his hand around to his side he reached into his front pocket and fished out a medium-sized wallet. Much of its contents had been 'loaned' to them from Benjamin, but they had every intention of paying him back by the end of the day. Sifting through it, he pulled out a somewhat large sum of money than was necessary for two Irish whiskies before folding it over and attempting, without much success, to place it back in the same pocket.
It was a few moments before the dazed Leer, gluging down a few more gulps, noticed the over-estimated amount of currency on the table. Spraying out the contents of his mouth in shock, he choked for several minutes while snatching up the money, standing and waving the bills and coins in Look's astonished face.
"Ye blue-eyed baby! Don't ye know how to count?!" he gasped when he'd finally been able to breath again. Quickly placing down an adaquate quantity of currency, Leer promptly snatched the wallet from Look, who had still been clutching it in his vain attempts to stick it back into his pocket. The Dustox-morph reached over and shoved the wallet into his brother's pocket. "Keep it safe, understand? And I'll be in charge of the payin' while we're in here..."
Blue eyes glared. Look's agitation began to rise within him until he almost felt like punching the purple-faced bloke who'd had the nerve to yell in his face, but he wasn't quite drunk enough to sock his own brother just yet. To the bleary-sighted drunkard, Leer still just looked too much like his own reflection, and his resmblance to his twin seemed to be just enough to hinder the Beautifly's amplified aggression.
Realizing what was happening, Leer slowly recalled that it was never a good idea to irritate Look, especially while he was intoxicated, and that never took long in a bar. He calmed himself, turning away from Look and instead toward the Kadabra morph beside him.
"Excuse me, but would ye mind passn' a few napkins over? I seem to have made quite a mess of things..." He smiled sheepishly at the whiskey-spattered countertop.
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 4:38 pm
((Hehe ya sorry I'm to use to just writing quick horribly sentences in WoW since a grammatically corect sentence would take to long, so I spent time making sure my grammar was okay ><. Either way I still do that usually I'm not that oblivious thoughO.O, no confusion I guess I should treat this the way I do with Bartiemaeus trilogy. I'll make sure to read a post 3 times before replying^^.))
The kadabra morph started taking in more of this bar, and his attention caught the dialogue of the two morphs next to him and briefly chuckled quietly when he heard the dustox morph beside him spew the contents of his mouth in the space in front of them.
He was then dropped out of his eavesdropping by the dustox himself who asked him if he could borrow his napkin, as he did this the bar tender approached with his drink and put it beside him and walked off.
Before engaging the other morph he drank a huge portion of his drink and swallowed and looked at his drink in disgust. "I can't believe this drink is one of the favorites, would you happen to know a stronger more filling drink?" he said.
He then said “Oh wait, haha I forgot to grab some napkins for you excuse my abrupt behavior" He said with a big stupid grin on his face. "Oh my name is Twilight, what would your two names be If I may ask." he said as he passed the napkins.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 6:32 pm
Missing the wonderful scene of near chaos by mere seconds, a new figure slipped through the door and into the bar. She wasn't sneaking, necessarily, but neither was she trying to draw attention to herself. Dressed simply in a pair of khaki cargo pants and a teal sleeveless top, covered by a long black traveling coat, the young woman glanced around before making a beeline for the bar.
She removed her coat as she went, folding it over her arm. What had earlier been mere tufts of fur peeking from beneath the coat's hem now emerged as a full set of nine fluffy, vulpine tails, each waving and swishing as if it had a mind of its own. Her pointed ears twitched towards each new sound, though she herself seemed outwardly at ease. Running a hand through her wild locks to tame them a bit, she shook out her hair before approaching the group at the bar. Leaning on the counter, she dug some cash out of one of her many pockets and plopped it on the bar as she motioned towards the barkeep. "Anything you got with tequila," she ordered quietly. "If not that, then rum."
She shot a silent, passive glance of appraisal over the four males, then turned back to wait for her drink. She could use a few about now and wondered if her tolerance was still as good as it used to be.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 4:59 pm
They were asking for it. Just asking for it. Those brothers (twins, maybe? They looked the same age.) probably secretly hated him or something. Waving enough money to get him by for at least a day or two... But he couldn't risk it. Not here, in a relatively public place, where any one of the other morphs might remember his face or description from a report. They're asking for it! It's a horrible idea! What if you get caught?! In his head, his conscience and his thieving tendencies waged war on each other. Always had been, probably would until he died. With an inward sigh, he proclaimed the current battle over. His conscience had won with the help of a friend -his common sense. So, for now, he'd continue to keep a low profile. At least until he made for the door.
Lost in his own thoughts, he barely realized that he'd forgotten to pay for his own drink. At least he had enough of a kind stranger's money to pay himself into a drunken stupor everyday this week, if he wanted. So long as he kept himself from getting completely senseless, he'd be fine. His moderate tolerance for alcohol had never served him very well in the past. If he really, really wanted to, however, he might be able to see just how many beers it would take him to go past his limit. He just hoped that past his limit didn't mean straight onto the floor.
The thief silently listened in on the trio's conversation. He wasn't the best at pretending to not be paying attention to other people's words, but since it was a bar, and he happened to be sitting right near his intended targets, it wasn't that hard. He just had to keep drinking his beverage and pretend to not care about what was going on around him.
Once the newcomer appeared, however, he didn't have to pretend anymore. His attention was diverted to the black-clad figure making her way to the bar. If she wanted to be inconspicuous, then it probably would have been better to not choose attire that drew a certain amount of attention to herself. At least, not his attention. He'd learned that it wasn't always smart to trust the people in the black coats. Even if they were paying you. "I'm surprised that I've never seen you around before." He spoke for the first time since he got into the bar. What are you doing?! "Do you live around here?" He questioned. His common sense had backed off just enough to let his curiosity get the better of him.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 10:08 pm
"Tequila Sunrise? Oh, very nice," she chuckled, growling softly and nodding to the bartender in approval as she reached for her drink. Seemed like this bar would prove to be more rewarding than she'd thought. She picked up her glass and started to take a drink when her ears twitched towards the male sitting off to the side, alone. Pouring a generous portion of the sweet drink down her throat first, she turned, eyes appraising the speaker as she savored the sensation of the tequila burning all the way down.
"Can't say I've seen you either, so I could ask you the same question." These were dangerous times and one could never be too careful. Especially when addressing complete strangers in shady bars. Tossing her coat over the stool next to her, she spun her seat to face the Lucario morph and lounged casually against the bar at her back. "Do you often try that line to pick up strange women in bars? The better question, I suppose, is does it ever work?" Her green eyes sparkled with mischief as she shot him a cocky smirk. Okay, she hadn't come in looking for trouble, or even entertainment, but that wouldn't stop her from stepping up to the opportunity.
Smiling coyly at the stranger, she continued sipping her drink, noting with some disappointment that while this mix was good...the glass was far too small in her opinion. Waving the bartender over, she slid him her empty glass and some more money, nodding to signal she wanted another. Turning back, she nodded to the Lucario morph. "So, I take it you're a local? Is there anything else to do around here other than drink yourself into a stupor? Not that that can't be amusing at times...especially if you're watching someone else do it." She laughed softly, a light sound in the heavy atmosphere of the bar.
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Tymiko the Pirate Girl Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 2:41 am
"A stronger drink?" Leer repeated with a crooked grin at the Kadabra-morph. "Ever tried Irish whiskey, boyo? Or mead'll do the trick if you're looking for somethin' sweeter," he advised as he took the napkins appreciatively. "Good to meet ye, Twilight. As for our names - "
"-That there's Beer," his twin hiccuped beside him, slinging an arm around his shoulders, "And I'm Book."
In response, the Dustox morph grabbed his drunk companion by his long antennae and tugged on them lightly. "Ye dolt! That's not what we're called! Try 'L's in place of yer 'B's." After wiping the counter clean, Leer sighed and took a long, large swig out of his tankard, perhaps to compensate for what had been lost.
Hardly heeding his brother's words, Look turned his attention instead to the slim figure of the young woman who had just walked into the bar. His large, blue eyes stared after her with the kind of interest that could have been insulting, and he wore a silly grin on his face. "Hey, Beer..." he murmured in low tones, though not quite low enough. "Check out that foxy lady..."
"Mmm..." Leer replied indistinctly as he finished off his glass and ordered another. His own gaze followed the woman as she removed her coat, revealing her many tails. "New to the city, ye reckon?"
"Probably," Look answered, reaching for his own mug. "'Else she might've had the sense to cover up more, wouldn't you say?" He rested his head against his palm, with his elbow on the counter making no effort whatsoever to hide his fastination with the Ninetails-morph. Just then she cast all a passive glance, and Look, hoping to catch her eye, let out a whistle high and mocking.
Leer raised his brows but said nothing before taking a gulp from his new tankard. If Look was ever going to learn, it would have to be the hard way. There was no getting him to be reasonable when he was wasted enough already to whistle at the first girl who walked by. The Beautifly-morph had just barely finished his first glass.
Snickering at the words the Lucario-morph exchanged with her, Look shook his head ever so slightly. "Ooh, she's a firey one..." he murmured, setting his glass down and making a motion as if to get up. "What if we pretend we were from around here, Leer? Think she'd go fer us?"
"Shut your mug and clear that air-head o' yers. Why'd she go for a couple'a low-life jerks like us?" Leer asked with a hearty chuckle. "'Cause after yer little show, there'd be no doubt in 'er mind that's what we'd be."
Grabbing Look by his jeans before he set out after the young lady, Leer retrieved the wallet from the front pocket and placed upon the counter more money to cover them for a few more rounds. It would be a long night, and they'd need what they could to get through it. Especially after the trouble the Dustox-morph knew his twin was asking for.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 1:00 pm
That little thing he called his 'common sense' was incredibly annoying. It shouted in his ear angrily. He should quit while he was ahead, before this girl or any of the other denizens of the bar had a chance to get a good look at him. This was supposed to be just a regular night at the bar, lying low. Lying low involved not getting into conversations with the first girl who walked into the bar. "This would be the first time. So I guess it's up to you." He retorted with a grin. He couldn't resist a challenge, and for whatever reason, it seemed as though this girl would be a hard one.
SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP!
Her question was just what he didn't need to answer. She couldn't figure out who he was if he didn't give her the information to use against him. "You could say I am. I'm kind of new around here, though. And as for drinking yourself into a stupor, I think there's not much else to do. Unless you want to spend your night in a jail cell, that is." Which was not an exciting experience. But he wasn't about to give her that. He chugged what was left of his drink before getting another one. He could hold himself long enough -probably longer than her, he thought.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 3:09 pm
"My, my," she practically purred, grinning as she simultaneously took her fresh drink from the bartender and slipped him a tip for being so quick. "I suppose I should be flattered then, hmm?" She turned back to the Lucario-morph, smirking deviously as she sipped her fiery drink. "Or perhaps this is only another sad pick-up line to add to the previous?"
She hadn't missed the antics of the two Bug-types nearby, but was doing her best to ignore them, or at least make it pointedly obvious with a glare that she was neither amused nor interested, thanks. 'Bug-types' was an appropriate estimation, she felt, in several senses of the word. She rolled her eyes passively at the whistle and kept her attention on the more amusing diversion before her, her verbal sparring match with the Lucario.
"Hmm...no, no that won't do at all. That's certainly not much fun at all," she laughed, purposely being vague as to whether she was speaking from firsthand experience or merely joking. Idlly stirring the clinking ice in her glass, she continued smiling enigmatically. "Guess I'll have to find some other way to amuse myself."
After a moment, she regarded the male once more with a sort of sad amusement. "You know, you're not very good at this whole 'picking up women in bars' thing. We've actually exchanged sentences at this point, and I notice I'm still paying for my own drinks. Tsk tsk...haven't been at this game very long, have you? Or just not any good at it? Is that it?" She set her empty glass on the bar with a chuckle, seeming to loosen up more than she really was, only just starting to feel the pleasant warmth of the alcohol flooding her system.
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