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Rain Yupa

Enduring Member

PostPosted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 6:38 pm


"Pfft... psychics..." Rain muttered after Kalis's feet disappeared past the top steps. Rain was a trained scrapper and brawler, both offensively and defensively. Even with magic, there tended to be something visual that one could (hopefully) evade.

But psionics? Bad news for someone like him. Even a mildly tempermental psychic could cause your brain to leak out your ears and nose if they were simply having a bad day, and there wasn't a blasted thing you could do about it. There was, of course, the psychological warfare of someone just picking through your brain, borrowing this memory and that memory that they could use to blackmail you for the rest of your days. And these things were just the start of a long list of cruel things they could do to you.

Its not that Rain distrusted all psychics. On the contrary, trust should be given or denied on a case-by-case basis, based on the qualities of the person themselves. Still, he was always wary around them; he had to be if he expected to survive an encounter with a malevolent one.

Rain glanced about him a few times, before starting to slide his way all incognito-like towards the kitchen door. To where his next meal lie.
PostPosted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 6:26 pm


((Rain, why do you always make me want to pounce you?))

It was, more than anything, the pet name that caught Owle's attention.

The doorknob turned, and Owle rolled over in bed, face away from the door, little tufts of blue hair sticking up from under the covers. The knock had been familiar; she might have guessed it was him.

And then...he called that name, and the little bundle of blankets rolled back over, toward him.

Brown eyes peeped out from under the covers, squinting in the bright light flooding in.

"Uhhmm...what is it?"

More groan than speech, but it was the best she was going to manage in this state.

Owle Isohos


Psychofish

Dedicated Loiterer

PostPosted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 7:06 pm


"Huh." he breathed a small chuckle, looking at the messy head peeking out at him. And squinting.

He stepped inside, and pulled the door closed on his heel, leaving just a thin sliver of light coming in. It was tempting, to just trot over and ruffle the hair even further, but he stood by the door, grinning gently over at her. "Sorry to wake you." She was cute when she was asleep, and that and comical just waking, apparantly. Shame he couldn't have crept in and watched a minute first. But that was just being silly. Really, if she was tired he would have liked to let her lay in a while longer, but she needed to get up.

"She woke up." he said, jerking his head at the door. Down the stairs, she'd be somewhere, probably waiting on her, like as not impatiently. He'd be pretty anxious about something like this too.

"Our lil' guest is downstairs waiting on you to get up." He didn't speak quickly, and kept his voice soft so as to try and keep her calm. "She wants to talk to you before she goes. About what you did...." he gestured vaguely at his head.

"Should I give you a minute...?"

She was still dressed for bed after all, assuming she did that at home when she wasn't just going kitty to nap, and she'd probably want to muss with her hair. It was evident he bothered with no such thing, but that was different. She didn't usually look quite this discheveled.
PostPosted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 7:41 pm


Owle tried to stir her brain into action and her body into motion, wanting to follow his words. Under the covers, she stretched her limbs out, then began trying to force herself into some position from which she could get up.

"It's okay," she answered his apology, inching out of the covers enough for him to see her face. It wasn't, exactly - she could do with a little more sleep, and her body just really wanted not to be anywhere that wasn't soft and comfy and horizontal right now. But she couldn't be angry at him.

"She did?" Owle exclaimed, starting halfway to a sitting position. The news of the woman was welcome, especially since it was good news. That meant she was alright, and they didn't have to take her to the hospital.

Owle sat up further, letting the sheets fall away from her. She was dressed in a long pink shirt, one Rafe had given her some time ago. She hadn't heard from him in some time, but she still dutifully wore the shirt to bed in case he wished to contact her through it...she did worry about him, sometimes, and Tijae. Besides, she didn't have any other pajamas.

That gesture...and the mention of what the woman wanted...it made Owle look down at her lap in shame, avoiding his eyes. "Oh."

"Should I give you a minute...?"

"No." Owle lifted her eyes, shook her head. Then she began to push the covers off herself. Stopped, before revealing her bare legs. Looked up at Kalis, paused for one fleeting moment. Then Owle returned to her task, unveiling the jeans she'd shifted onto herself in that half second of deliberation.

She spun, swinging her legs over the side of the bed, and stood up, pulling the T-shirt off of herself. A tank top was on underneath it, one of the two she had left. She threw the T-shirt onto her crumpled sheets, and headed toward Kalis, and the door. Her walk was the walk of someone determined to do something entirely unpleasant for the sake of duty.

She had messed with the woman's mind; the least she could do was not keep her waiting.

Owle Isohos


Just Sky

Magnetic Bloodsucker

PostPosted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 9:18 pm


In the interim, Kira had taken the man's seat. She hadn't exactly been invited to wake the woman, so she simply contented herself with waiting patiently. She sat with her knees drawn to her chest and arms crossed between her thighs and calves, humming quietly to herself.

Oh, and she patiently waited for the sound of a catastrophe to be emitted from the way Rain had gone. If his encounter with the stairs was any indication of character, she expected to hear a howl of pain at some point.
PostPosted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 1:24 am


The world stirred, and Luke could only grimace and bear the noises, before he too felt the urge to rise. The creature was odd, in a sense. His head rested inbetween the door and the jamb, upside down if one were to stand at the knob and look down.. Light has burned at his eyes, and so a shirt, worn and slightly dirty, covered his face.

As Kalis and Owle would exit their room, the boy himself would move to action, rather quickly, as if startled.

KABAM!

Head jerked upward firmly, smacking into the door jamb, before flying forward in shock and smacking the door itself, sending something from within skittering away. With a morning, ritual groan, the boy would rise, pushing the door open. Pants were cotton, dyed a deep, dark green, and over his torso... Nothing. Around his neck he wore a collar, and upon each wrist, leather bracers, held on by straps.

"Skit skit. C'mon now, you can't whizz in here." He says, not worrying about the others as he pats his leg. "And you know it. C'mon." The clicking, skittering noise would happen again, before the boy would be off-footed by a beast, big and white, upon his torso and licking at his face.

"Yeah yeah, cool it, ya'hear? No trouble. They're not bad people, even if they're a pretty weird pack.." The beast would give him a whine, before hopping down and walking down the hallway, giving a glance at Kalis and Owle before pausing, and waiting for Luke. Luke would step next to the beasts side...

For physiological sake, and sizing, Luke stood a mean, lean, muscular 6'4". The beast towered beside him, atleast 4' at the shoulder. The collar it bore, for the beast surely wore such, was leather, and looked to be weaved, of strands of the tough fabric.

"She won't hurt anyone, I promise. And she won't wreck nothin'." He says defensively, with a yawn tagging the end.

Random Stranger #36


Rain Yupa

Enduring Member

PostPosted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 7:12 am


((@ Owle: I dunno. Is it because I've laced my person with catnip? Or because my avatar is trying to steal the title of "Bird"? rofl ))

Skysong Moonsword
Oh, and she patiently waited for the sound of a catastrophe to be emitted from the way Rain had gone. If his encounter with the stairs was any indication of character, she expected to hear a howl of pain at some point.


Rain had tried to slip in noticed, but he had not escaped the gaze of one patron of the bar. No matter, he was a man on the mission, even if SOMEONE had no faith in him to complete it.

There was only one other person in the back, but they had not noticed Rain's arrival. Quickly and silently, he procured a large 20-quart mixing bowl from a cupboard. He darted over to a refridgerator, and began to plunder its contents. Namely, whatever fruit and vegetables they kept in there. Not ALL of it, but most of it. When he finished, he quietly closed the door, and would also grab any fruit they had out in baskets. To top off his "shopping", he would locate a pair of empty liquid containers, preferably used plastic milk gallons. He would fill them with water, but very slowly as to make less noise.

Assuming no one wandered in and spotted him, he would leave with his newfound breakfast back from the way he came; opening the door with his foot, he hobbled out with a large steel bowl in one hand, the two gallons in his other, and an apple in his mouth. Assuming Kira pain him any mind, he would give her a wink, closing the door behind him, and darting out the front door.
PostPosted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 1:24 pm


((So.... we hear a boom and then he comes out with a.... polar bear?
...giant white dog?

I'm not sure what's going on exactly or how to respond, so, erm I know it's sorta my turn, but Owle, you don't really need me to go first to talk here and or go down the stairs...))

Psychofish

Dedicated Loiterer


Random Stranger #36

PostPosted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 2:01 pm


(Wolf, and the KABAM was him accidentally beating his head on the doorjamb(The thing that the door is flush with when closed, I don't know the proper title.) and then into the door itself, which the wolf was sleeping against.)
PostPosted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 8:04 pm


Kalis watched Owle start up passively. She was cute in the night gown, though he'd hardly of thought anything else usually. She just had a sometimes mind blowing cuteness about her, in manner as much as appearance. She wasn't exactly innocent, but at the same time she was one of the most innocent people he knew. That whole big-brother feeling was stirring up again, but he just stood.

A noogie, some playful teasing, and a sort of odd pride in her that somehow at once made him feel confident to stand back and let her take on the world and at the same time made him want to always be there to play protector. It was all fine and good, but she wasn't going to get up too quick if he got carried away and started goofing off already. There were things to do, however much he just wanted to pretend that he could dump it all off and be care-free long as he cared to.

He snorted at the jeans, oblivious to the pause to consider modesty. "You wear jeans to bed?" He did that too, but that was different. She had a whole dresser inside her. He had about three pairs of pants, two of which were jeans, one of which was now stained and rought up by the tourney. That, and he slept on couches and benches as often as in a bed. He waved that off though.

He stepped through the door ahead of her, leaving it open with that morning light that'd blinded her pouring in again, and stood aside.

Which was about the time he heard a nasty thump.

"Whu-?"

And he raised one eyebrow, listening to the racket come from the nearby room, frozen in place. When the massive wolf came out, it was only that guy hanging off it and acting as cutesy as ever that prevented him tackling the thing in a kamikaze rush to try and keep it from Owle or anyone else. Instead, his eyebrow rose higher. And then he... began to sound like a little boy whom a puppy had "followed" home.

His eyebrow rose higher.

"...huh."

He wasn't about to start shouting yes or no, it was Owle bar. He was just wondering how he got such a large dog into a bar without getting it stuck in doorways, waking everyone twice over, and generally making a mess and racket.

Psychofish

Dedicated Loiterer


Owle Isohos

PostPosted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 8:20 pm


"You wear jeans to bed?"

Owle blinked in surprise, then shook her head. "No," she protested. "Well, um, sometimes," she admitted, abashedly. "But not this time. I, uh..."

Her scaled feet twiddled on the floor beneath her, shifting to and fro as she squirmed, trying to think of how to do it. Finally she held one hand outward.

"...did this thing."

Shloop went the viscous black liquid, cascading in a waterfall down from her hand, before solidifying into denim. Before his eyes, Owle was holding another pair of jeans, dangling them in front of him.

"...you know?"

She looked at the jeans, then at him. For some completely inexplicable reason, she suddenly felt awkward.

KABAM! "Whu-?" Rand!

Thinking her son had to be in trouble, Owle went darting out the door, forgetting she was holding the jeans. Her free hand reached for Kalis, trying to draw strength from his presence.

...huh.

Upon seeing what was actually in the hallway, Owle lost most of the frantic interest, but she was puzzled. Those were not the same clothes Luke had been wearing before, and she didn't recall him carrying a pack. That, and where the hell had the wolf come from?

"How..."

Her mouth agape, Owle stared at Luke. "How the hell did you get that in here?"

...and without anyone noticing...? Downright unsettling, that's what it was. Wolves didn't just appear, usually.

And clean clothes were even weirder when it came to materializing.
PostPosted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 3:37 pm


Luke would blink.

"... Uh... The same way I get everything I need?" His eyes would dart to the wolf, before he'd give a low whistle, soft and relaxed. "C'mon Cass. Go outside." The wolf would give a bark, fit to shake the rafters and send any natural animal running, before she'd bound towards the stairs and...

Leeeeap---Fwooooosh. The wolf would turn into a flurry of white snow-like particles, drifting upon a windless wind to the main floor, where she would materialize, and skitter out of the doors, out into the yard.

"Mother had some love of her other children, though her methods weren't as graceful with me. Cass is my spirit sister. She's a wolf, but... she's more. She seriously won't hurt anyone." His eyes drift, accompanied by a yawn, to Owle.

"Don't worry about your son. She's a bear, but she's gentle. She only gets aggressive if she has a real reason."

Random Stranger #36


Rain Yupa

Enduring Member

PostPosted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 6:13 pm


After Rain had exited, he scouted around the edge of the building, eyeing the edge of the roof, balancing the bowl in one hand out to his side. He nodded, facing the side of the building completely now, and secured the large steel bowl between his left arm and hip. He bent his knees, kneeling down, coiling his legs. His muscles throbbed as he crouched lower and lower, rotating his upper body to the left, building up the pressure in his legs.

He released with an upward thrust with the balls of his feet, a small circular cloud of dirt and dust whirling around the place he had stood. He had propelled himself upward at least a dozen feet as he straightened himself in midair. His left leg stepped forward, the toes and ball of his left foot planting itself against the side of the building. An audible thmp noise would be heard through the outer wall of Owle's room.

He would push up and off with his toes, increasing the crest of his ascent by a few more feet. His left leg would arc back, as he would again step with his right, planting that a bit higher along the side of the building. This second wall-step would only give him about another foot of ascent, but it was all he would need to grasp the edge of the roof with his free right hand.

Rather than risk the momentum causing him to slip or pull part of the roof free in his hand, he allowed the velocity of his body to cease, as he hung there for a few seconds, taking in a much needed lungful of fresh oxygen. He would then proceed to pull his entire 200+ lb. body weight up with just his right arm; first, he would pull his upper body up, find a secure place for the bowl, before swinging one leg over the edge, then the other.

Picking up his breakfast bowl, he proceeded to walk over to the front of the roof, straight up and above the front door. He sat down, legs crossed at his ankles, and began to chow down on the fruits and veggies.

Now, there's one important thing to know about Rain Yupa. He's never truly been an epic hero of any sort. At best, he was a powerful supporting character in the story of life. But he had the appetite of a main character, as evident as he ravenously consumed piece after piece of food. More mass of fruit and vegetables than his stomach should be able to hold, but he showed no sign that his eyes were bigger than his stomach.

Though, he did raise a curious brow when he saw a large white bearwolf burst forth from the front doors of Firebrand Tavern. Forcing a large bulge of honeydew melon down his throat by sheer will alone, he called out with a friendly wave. It gave him little hesitation though, since he knew of the only way such a creature could materialize out of thin air within the tavern without anyone noticing its entrance.

"Good morning, Ms. Owle!"
PostPosted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 7:47 pm


Cass would blink, whipping her head to the side and upward, looking at the man on the roof. She would immediately start barking, tail whipping left and right, sending loose dirt flying as she romped back and forth, curious as to where the stranger had come from. It was quickly obvious that the Wolf(Bear is a figure of speech. She's just a wolf. A big wolf.) wasn't Ms. Owle at all, but an animal of the simplest creed, though behind the face, behind the instinct, there was a sentient human, trapped in a free ticket out of certain death.

Random Stranger #36


Owle Isohos

PostPosted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 7:57 pm


Owle just stared, mouth falling open in shock. Teleporting wolves were not on her list of things that were normal, and her list of things that were normal included fallen gods getting drunk and making pretty necklaces for her sister. And for her, too, of course, though she was sure he hadn't been drunk when he made hers. He'd probably been sober when making Flare's, too, come to think of it, but...

Teleporting wolves.

A teleporting wolf.

It vanished, and it reappeared. Instantly.

That just did not happen.

"Um...what...how...uh?"

She turned to look at Kalis, open-mouthed, then forcibly shut her jaw and marched right past Luke down the stairs.

She filed the anomaly away in her mind, to be sorted out later.

Right now, there was someone she needed to talk to. Where was the woman...?

...oh. Sitting right there in the middle of the common room, looking better.

"Uh. Good morning."
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