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 Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 11:09 pm
*Kane nods rather exageratedly. He claws at his fur and it seems like he wears something beneath the fur, the hair passing through it as if the garment was designed in a way so as to allow it.*
"Yessssss. Metal men that ssssspark and theirrr sssssparking metal beasssstssss and sssssparking metal birdssss that sssspit burrrning rocksss that boom want Kane. Kane not know why metal men that sssspark want Kane. Where issss mannersss? I Kane. Eckssss Brotherrrrhoood Knight Commanderrr. Brotherrrsss follow example of Kane. Now Brotherrsss make Kane leave. Make Kane go very far. Kane ssssad, but Kane go. Kane not want to kill more brotherrsss."
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 11:18 pm
Janani doesn't quite understand what Kane is trying to say. She almost shudders from the irony in his name. She, however, restrains herself. She strives to be mindful of her manners, but his story is difficult to follow. As she's about to respond, Janani simply fades from away.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 11:31 pm
*Kane shrugged as the rather large woman faded from view. He wondered off hand if she was some new form of supermutant, shuddering at the thought of them being able to reproduce. After some rumaging around through things behind the bar, quite clumsily which such large clawed hands, he faded out.*
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2005 12:22 am
*Mystina fades in, landing on a table with her legs crossed, her stomach now showing just a little bit more... it seems to be growing daily. She faded in holding a needle and thread, mending a piece of cloth in front of her*
But I.... Oh.... The Brink!
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2005 1:27 am
*Mystina walks over to the bar, finds some water, and pours it into a cup, drinking all of it and them pouring herself some more, taking the glass over to the table and sitting*
I wonder, what happens to my babe when I come here? I'll have to ask that Tavin guy, because i need to know. *Giggles*
*Continues to work on stitching her pattern, which is two faeries, hand in hand*
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2005 6:21 pm
** Enter Bard **
*Bard fades into the brink, sitting on the floor with his legs stretched out. He's wearing flannel flannel pajamas, and he's reading a little black book with a leatherette cover. Noticing he's entered the Brink, he yawns, stretches and stands up*
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2005 6:26 pm
*Luke appears, for all purposes strutting into the Brink. He's dressed for a night of hardcore clubbing and partying not meant for amateurs. He has just shown his ID and is entering into 18+ night at Shampoo.*
*he murmurring* Cuz the club is jumpin' jumpin-
*He halts, an unamused look takes over his face and he rolls his eyes.*
*Luke looks around, assessing the situation. No one's dying, nothing appears going wrong, in fact - all in quiet on the homefront. Luke rubs his arm. The bandage on his arm is still visible.*
*He sees Bard as he goes to get a beer.* Hey, man...
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2005 6:31 pm
Hi, Luke.
*He yawns again and stretches*
No rest for the wicked tonight.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2005 6:35 pm
*Luke smirks and uncaps his beer.*
Not tonight, we're not. *points at him with the bottle* Turnin' in early, professor?
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2005 6:38 pm
*Bard blinks* It's about 3 am, my time. I wouldn't call it early.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2005 6:39 pm
*Luke arches his head as if to say "Fair enough."* *just out of curiosity* What're you doin up at 3 am?
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2005 6:48 pm
I, um...
*he sets his book down on a table and wanders over to the bar to grab himself a beer*
I haven't been sleeping well these days.
*he pulls a bottle of Heineken out of the bar fridge*
How about you? You look like you're ready for a night of partying.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2005 6:54 pm
*Luke shrugs. He looks down at his beer bottle and looks up smirking.* *snickers a little* 'Course I am. Standard operating procedure, you know?
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2005 6:57 pm
*Bard takes a swig and smirks back*
Sure, when you're a puppy.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2005 7:05 pm
*Luke frowns and smiles at the same time. It's clear that he does not like being referred to as a puppy... but that doesn't mean he's not amused.*
Whoa whoa - Young buck *He corrects.* Young buck, I believe are the words you're looking for. *grins* Though I have been known to chase after my share of frisbees on the weekends. *thinks to himself -- or whatever beach girl's holding them.*
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