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 Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 4:00 pm
Rep had always looked like a wild animal brought in from the cold, even dressed in suits and groomed to perfection there was some deep set scruffiness about him that shone through. Nothing seemed to sit right on him (much to the irritation of tailors) and he had all the ungainliness of a tiger in a jumper when he was dressed for meetings. Without the suit, he seemed more comfortable and at ease, his tattoos twined like markings across his chest and arms, hugging closer to him than any outfit ever could, leaving him free to fight, free to be the lethal creature he naturally was.
He smirked again, the edge of his canines visible as he did so.
"So you came." he purred, giving the man a slanted, half lidded gaze. He turned and headed off, not towards the main bedroom but one of the side rooms. As he went he held up a hand and beckoned without turning around or waiting.
"Or rather, you will."
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 4:09 pm
(( Entering ))
Riyo seemed quite sober when she finally returned, a full-blown grimace as she shook what little water she could get off of her clothes. Falling into a lake wasn't what she'd had in mind for today. Well, a treasure hunt for miasma hadn't particularly been either, but the girl did distinctly remember calling herself a 'Jack of all trades' once or twice. Damned if she ever used that title again.
The shame of her prior actions didn't really show, because early on she had managed to convince herself that she wouldn't be making it out of this scenario alive. Riyo had both relied on stealth and speed to become successful, and in a group there were smaller chances she could use the same tactics. Sure, more moving targets, but there were things she wasn't quite sure how to work because, well... She lived alone. She thrived in lonely situations, and while she didn't want to give herself an Achilles heel, part of her might've enjoyed the meager amount of attention she received in this setting.
Back to the bar.
"Water, please." The ghoul asked hoarsely and tossed down her hood, not really concerned about what other people would think about her different attire. She had her reasons. As far as Riyo was concerned, they were damn good reasons.
When she heard someone order a long island iced tea, her curiosity got the best of her, and she had to look over.
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 4:17 pm
What could he say to that?
Rolling his shoulders, he waited a few breaths before he took a few more steps closer, answering Rep's beckoning, dirty boot prints following him deeper into the bedroom.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 4:25 pm
Wrapped up in a blue blanket, Melvin sat on the couch and looked right, then left, and then behind the couch before he frowned. Where were Saliva?
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 4:29 pm
Tracey, downstairs, wandered into the room with a tiger that looked like he'd fallen in a river.
Tracey was also soaked to the skin.
Turning a hose on a tiger to clean him was often perceived as a very fun game.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 4:46 pm
[Entering from Miasma gathering]
Jerry hung from Roar like a limp, soggy rag, covered almost from head to toe in mud and blood. Roar didn't look much better as he dumped the man on a chair and lurched his way to the bar immediately with a gruff bark for whatever was the strongest.
"Issa... longwalk... to my apartment... gonna' just nap... yes..." Jerry mumbled, and promptly curled into a muddy little ball.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 4:57 pm
Tracey turned her attention on the muddy lieutenant and crossed her arms. The edge of the queen mark peeking from the edge of her shirt glowed. "Jeremy." she said, her tone clipped, lips in a thin line. "You simply can't sleep there so filthy."
Mass gave his hair a helpful lick, the man looked like he needed some grooming.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 4:57 pm
[[entering from the Labyrinth]]
Olivia was tired, more tired than she had imagined. The events of the day had worn her out completely, from nearly being attacked by horrible swampy creatures and gross bubbly gook and being being drained by flowers. And on top of that, nearly wanting to cry throughout half of it after her brief reunion with Molan going horrible wrong; she at least had gotten a name.
Molan's companion had been all over him, replacing her small insignificant role. They had only talked briefly, but Olivia still felt a connection with him. And he had tried to save her, the last person she talked to. The last person she traded with. Sure, the winged fellow was here but .. she couldn't feel that with him. He wasn't Molan.
And it made her sad to return with Jerry and Roar to the Blue Kingdom. Even after the accomplishment of the miasma she had collected to try to keep the Kingdom from falling like her own; something she didn't wish upon them... or anyone for that matter. Olivia followed them up anyways, hoping - and partly wondering if they had noticed she had tagged along - up to where the others were with flowers in hand to pass over to the Blue King.
But, the minute she stepped through the doors, the flowers began to dissolve into a blue mist as if being evaporated into the building, collecting what she had worked so hard for. "Oh..."
Now she was at a lose of what to do.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 5:09 pm
"Hrnnaminnuh..." Came Jerry's reply from the throws of expensive leather.
Roar prefered to seem *very busy* and let it be someone else's problem.
The NPC Bartender put another pot of coffee on.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 5:16 pm
Tracey wasn't about to give up that easily. She poked him rather hard in the ribs with a sharp fingernail.
"Get up and get cleaned or I will drag you outside and clean you like the tiger."
Mass was engrossed in grooming Jerry's hair, not probably doing much for neatness while he was at it.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 5:29 pm
Melvin was sitting on the couch, recently having gotten clean himself, and was in a blanket. Seeing Jerry in a state of disgusting bothered him, but the man looked sad and tired. Rising up, Melvin stood near the chair. "We can find a shower." Melvin could go for another shower. He liked them. "I got a blanket we can nap in." Thanks to Rep for that contribution.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 5:32 pm
"I guess I'll go fetch some damn fresh clothes," Roar grunted, "Think he's got something in the lockers." He finished his drink before rocking to his feet, letting the tenseness leave his shoulders.
Hit the spot.
"You lot make sure he don't fall down no drain or in some hooker's basement."
"Nrrrgle." Said Jerry.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 5:42 pm
Candace was not happy when she and Po returned. Not only had she apparently died, she had failed to bring back any miasmia and her dress had been ruined. Thankfully Po, after calming down Candace's temper tantrum over the injustice of all it all, had seen to it Candace's old dress was destroyed and replaced. The woman would not wear a repaired dress even if it was to somehow be repaired. She just wouldn't do it. There was really only one person here who would understand her pain, and he didn't seem to be here.
But Harrison and Jordan were.
Was he still out..? Hmm...Tracey and Mass were here.
The two women exchanged a look before Candace sighed and rolled her eyes. "I'll just bother him later. Who else..ah...is Jerry okay?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 5:44 pm
Tracey gave Roar a nod, her day was at rock bottom already, the idea of dealing with more people didn't even upset her, she liked to be doing things rather than idling around. Melvin got a keen bright smile, someone else who felt that cleanliness was next to godliness was always appreciated. "Fantastic. Let's get him scrubbed up then."
She moved to heft him onto Mass's back, the tiger looking mildly confused, but not too disturbed.
She whistled an airy tune while she did it, turning to give Candace a cheery look, despite being soaked. "Oh he's fine, just sleepy and disgusting. Melvin and I were going to go scrub him up."
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 5:52 pm
Candace stared at Mass and Jerry. "...He's getting blood on the cat." And judging from Tracey he'd just had a bath. "Poor kitten." She was refusing to Tracey in this case, though it could be taken as referring to Roar.
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