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 Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 2:24 pm
This---was the best festival he had ever been too! The first festival he had been too, but the best! Fish! FISH EVERYWHERE! What a glorious smell that filled the air! There was so many kinds, so many species of fish. Did you just reach in and take a fish? Or did you have to pay with those seeds? Where did you get the seeds? Surely they would mind a few fish going amiss, right? After all, this dragon had to do what he needed to fill his appetite.
Shuffling over to one of the tanks on display, he craned his neck over the water. There was quite the selection to choose from. All of them a decent size...nice succulent fish. "Don't mind if I do!" with that, the boil stuck his hand into the tank and began to feel around for any nearby fish. "Slippery little suckers.."
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 5:51 pm
After leaving Jove with some friends and promising LW he would come back to her with food, Ren found himself in quite the predicament.
"You mangy fleabag - "
Namely a predicament called Tybalt.
Ren was not entirely certain how this had even happened. One moment he'd been absently wandering around with his hands tucked neatly into the sleeves of his outfit, the next he was attempting to pry Tybalt's fingers off of his arm.
Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he'd stuck out his leg in an attempt to trip the canine and Tybalt had latched onto his arm to keep from falling.
Or maybe it had something to do with Tybalt calling Ren a "stupid pigeon" before that.
Or the fact that Ren had made a face at Tybalt.
Or Tybalt sticking out his tongue at Ren.
Or something like that.
"What are you doing here, anyway?" Ren said, pinching the back of Tybalt's hand. "This doesn't exactly seem like your type of haunting, if you know what I mean..."
He trailed off slightly, eyes landing on a familiar boil a few feet away. Haze was standing beside a fish tank, one hand reaching into the tank in an attempt to -
"...er," said Ren, casting a sideways glance at Tybalt. "Is he, er..."
Well. He certainly wasn't about to stop the dragon. Or rather, he wasn't about to get near that water.
"Here," he said, and pushed Tybalt towards Haze. "You stop him."
Ren might have pushed him just a little too hard. Though whether or not that was an accident or on purpose was a mystery.
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 7:19 am
"You really shouldn't call yourself names." He growled, though with a grin plastered across his face when he spoke; it held both annoyance and amusement as he dug his claws in.
This was just typical. Once again, he had managed to bump into this idiot! It must be someone's idea of a really bad joke! What was worse was he tried to trip him! So it was only natural that he grabbed hold of first thing in reach to prevent himself from making any sudden contact with the ground.
"It's your own fault for tripping me!" He spat, his words echoing his thoughts as he finally released the gryphon's arm and glared.
The glare only intensified when he asked him about why he was here.
"Man... if you had to ask me about that, then you're dumber than you look." He replied flatly. "Besides, shouldn't I be asking you that? I thought you hate water?" He pointed out and raised a brow when the gryphon's attention was suddenly somewhere else. In fact, it was directed at some weirdo fishing around in a tank with his hand.
"What an idiot." He managed to get out just before Ren told him to do something and shoved him forward--with a little too much force that he almost tripped again. "JACK DAMN IT REN!" He screeched and stomped off towards the dragon boil.
"S'cuse me, but I don't think you're supposed to be grabbing those fish." Though the closer he looked, the more he could see that hunter instinct in those eyes. "...or eating them..." He added. Strange thing was, he swore he had seen this guy somewhere. Maybe not. He would have remembered someone this dumb.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 6:38 pm
Oh! He almost had that one! Lucky little s**t squeezed right through his claws. Not to say that would save him this time. Both hands were shoved into the tank, determined to catch himself a meal. Or would have, until something, or someone, broke his concentration. "What?" His hunger crazed eyes shifted to the black dog. A look that screamed 'What have you done?!' Normally, he would have dunked the boil's head in the tank for disturbing him, but instead he snapped out it.
"Oh..the scaries-karps people, or whatever you called that thing." He said, addressing both the boils. "What are you two doing here? And you made me lose my fish.." His eye's shifted back to the tank, staring longingly at it before returning his gaze to the boils again. "Say..you wouldn't be interested in helping me catch a meal, would you?" A large cheshire like grin spread across his face, in high hopes that the two would aid him in his time of..hunger.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 9:18 am
"And you should really learn to walk so you don't run into people like a drunken dog," Ren said, and then gave Tybalt a withering stare. "I beg to differ; it's most definitely your fault."
Fortunately the pair stumbled across Haze before they got into a very childish You started it! No, you started it! No, you! argument. Haze trying to do...well, Ren wasn't entirely certain, but whatever it was didn't really look like he was supposed to be doing it.
Hence his accidentally shoving Tybalt forward. Or maybe it was on purpose. "What?" he said innocently, giving the dog a shrug. "Bawwww, did the widdle puppy dog take a twip and fallllll? Do you have a boo boo now?"
One day he was just going to get smacked by the boil. Not that he really cared, since Tybalt was almost all bark and no bite - and Ren took great pleasure in provoking the black dog as much as humanly possible. A petty, useless, stupid trait of his, perhaps, but one of the great joys of Ren's life lately had been his attempts at getting the best response out of Tybalt.
Needless to say, it kept him thoroughly occupied.
"Scarie-karps people..." Ren repeated, attempting to hide his laughter. "Yes, that's me." A look at Tybalt. "And him, too." No way was he about to say us when that us was both him and Tybalt. "My name's Ren."
Clearly Haze thought the fish at this festival meant a good meal. Which Ren supposed he could see; though he was a vegetarian, fish did not fall under the category of meat in his mind, so he ate it occasionally. Except these fish were, in fact, not for eating.
Ren's fingers closed around the back of Haze's shirt, gently tugging the dragon boil backwards. "Um, I don't think those are quiiite for eating," he said.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 2:47 pm
Tybalt only grit his teeth together when Ren began to mock him. When would he give it a rest!? Not that he could say anything. He was just as bad for mocking him. Though he did flip the bird at him before turning his attention back to Haze---who was staring--glaring at him... with weird creepy eyes.
"Err... They aren't." He said, agreeing with Ren ( for once ) and subconsciously taking a step back. Why did Ren have to push him towards the hungry crazed dragon again!?
"And Karps..? Ugh! Wait, did you just call us carps!? Dude... You have too much fish on the brain." He said, crossing his arms over his chest. "You know, there ARE booths with actual food you can buy. Meaning not this one." Just how starved was this guy anyways? To go fishing in a tank for fish that were on display and not for food... he must have been desperate. Or stupid. He really couldn't decide.
"Did you even bother checking before deciding to help yourself?" He probably hadn't. To him, one fish was probably the same as the other. Food.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 5:53 pm
Ren looked amused, as if he was trying to hide his laughter or something--he was. "Did I miss something funny..? He asked, staring at the boil. wanting to know what it was that had him snickering. "Ah. Nice to see you again." Or it would be, if they let him back to his meal. His stomach rumbled at the thought.
"WHAT?" Haze felt as though he had just been slapped in the face, as Ren tugged him away, revealing the awful truth. "B-but.." Looking from the boils, to the fish tank. He let his gaze land on the two again. "Are you sure? I haven't seen any rules about it. There would be some rules if I wasn't allowed. Right? Riiiight? So it must be okay!" He inched back to the tank again.
Raising a brow at the black dog, he shrugged. "That's what your guys' booth was called, wasn't it?" Maybe the black dogs memory was faulty on the name. Poor guy. "What? Where? I don't see any! All I see is..fish." His eye's moved back to the the fish again, his hungry stare returning.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 7:49 pm
Tybalt was looking mutinous by now, making a very rude hand gesture at him. Ren grinned.
"Now, that wasn't very nice now, was it?" he said cheekily, clucking his tongue disapprovingly before turning his attention back to Haze, who was looking very confused at the whole situation. Ren was quite certain that the dragon was, in fact, slightly out of the times.
And by "slightly" he meant very definitely a lot.
He wanted very much to ask if Haze had been living under a rock all this time, but since that was rude, Ren settled for "Don't worry, these booths have fish for you to eat. Just, er...not the ones that are in the tanks like these. Those are for...er..."
A pause. Ren glanced over at Tybalt as if to say Well? What are they for?, before answering "Well, anyway, let's go find you some real fish now, shouldn't we?"
And slinging an arm both around Haze and Tybalt's shoulders, Ren studiously propelled them both away from the tank. He was dragging the black dog around mostly for his own entertainment, but it also seemed as if Haze might actually be able to get along with him.
Maybe.
"So, Haze," said Ren. "How do you like Amityville so far?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 8:47 pm
"Kindness is wasted on the likes of you." He countered hotly before he also turned his attention back to the swamp dragon; very tempted to let him know that he was the joke. Instead he went right ahead and spoke Ren's unspoken question.
"Seriously, have you been living under a rock all this time?" He asked, giving the boil a questioning look. He felt like he was teaching a pup! Mind you a very big pup. Not to mention, very hungry. It didn't help that Ren was also leaving it up to him to explain.
Rolling his eyes, he tried once again to make Haze understand. He doubted it would work, but it was worth a try--maybe.
"Listen here. These pets here--" he tapped the glass lightly, indicating which he meant, "--are not for eating. They are pets. P.E.T.S." He spelled it out slowly so that even Haze's slow mind could understand. Though even doing so, the black dog wondered if he really would understand. "People own pets, they don't eat them. Not unless of course that owner is an a**." He muttered the last part, disgusted at the thought. Who would eat their own pet? "You understand?" Probably not. He was pretty dense after all.
It was too bad that Ren didn't give either of them a chance to see if Haze truly understood, because in the next moment he wrapped an arm around each of them, dragging them away from the tank.
"For the love of--would you QUIT that!?" He growled, trying to keep his feet from tripping over each other as he was forced to walk backwards. He was beginning to think Ren was enjoying pissing him off. Which he probably was and it didn't help that Tybalt bit the bait each and every time. The black dog was his own worst enemy.
"I can walk by myself, so if you could remove your arm--" He continued to fuss, trying to forcefully remove the gryphon's arm, while walking backwards. It was kind of amazing that he hadn't landed on his a** yet.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 12:33 pm
Haze shifted his stare and his body to face Tybalt completely as he made the comment of 'living under a rock'. Towering over the boil, Haze stared him down with a harsh gaze. "How can you say that!? No one lives under rocks!" Snarling at the idea, Haze folded his arms and stuck his nose up. "I live under a tree! Remember that!"
Snorting as both boils made an attempt to explain it to him; he disagreed with them completely. Fish were not pets! They were food! Nothing else! He only started to agree when Ren made a comment about there being other booths to eat from. Though, Tybalt's explanation left him..more confused. "What's P.E.T.S? Is that a disorder?"
Arms suddenly linked with Ren's, the dragon stared down at both. Oh--what the hell? Shrugging, Haze followed along side the boils, hoping they would stop by a booth with food they could actually eat soon. And some water as well. He was a little parched.
"Its okay I guess." He answered the Gryphon. "A lot of stuff doesn't make any sense to me though."
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