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 Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 7:17 pm
This is a OPEN RP between: Whoever would like to join!
Where: Clubs; slightly chilly afternoon, but the sun is shining!
What's happening: Malo takes Atticus to Clubs. Good luck with that.
It was dark and Atticus was having trouble breathing. He squirmed in the burlap sack, nose close to the opening as he tried to get a bit of fresh air. He didn't realize that travel by sack would be involved when Ivan told him he was going to Clubs, but then again neither did Ivan. No sacks had entered the scene until they were out of sight of the castle.
They being Atticus and Malo. Yes, that Malo. The Malo he hated - the one who framed him for murdering his own gelding. The reason behind the trip was that Atticus was too uptight, he needed to learn how to have fun. He didn't like to get out, but instead preferred the musty old library and the companionship of books. He had also come to like working in the dungeons and living with Ivan. He didn't need any of this, or so he thought. The insect boy squirmed again and turned one green eye to the opening, peering out of the darkness.
"Mallloooooo, are we almost there? I gotta get out of here!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 7:28 pm
Malo was a little more than annoyed at all the fuss he was making. "Don't make me throw you in the river." He said over his shoulder. "We're almost at clubs." He had literally put the boy in a sack because he was so damn fussy. It had taken a lot of coaxing to get him as far as he did and he knew he'd never be able to carry the boy by hand and fly. Wasn't this just much easier for everyone?
"You're about 100 feet up. I'd let you out but I know you wouldn't like it." He snorted. It wasn't much farther, really...
About ten minutes later, he landed and turned the sack over, dumping him unceremoniously on the ground. "Alright, we're here." He didn't like being 'in charge'. He would have preferred this trip on his own, but he owed a service to the golurk. He fed on his prisoners and didn't want nasty relations, tense already as they were.
"Welcome to club's amusement park. Its the best place in the whole world." He tried to feign joy but this rapscallion would keep him from having any fun, he just knew it. "Do you wanna...go on some rides? or something?" The worst part was, being in charge, he couldn't even play pranks on the kid. The sack was the only joke he had in his tricksionary today and it wasn't even a joke.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 8:30 am
The general disposition of the gathering would not improve at all, with this new addition to the fray: Logan, slinking around in the shadows and irritated to be out at this hour alone (the young man was always irritated, now; he didn't need to have a reason in particular, for he would just invent one). Logan adjusted his aviators, their dark lenses hiding the sleepless bruising around his eyes, and walked up to the two: Malo, and... did he know the second? He suspected he did, but wasn't entirely certain.
"Getting up to no good?" Logan asked, mostly directed towards Malo, flicking his tail back and forth. Why was he even getting mixed up in this? He also smelled faintly of whiskey, as he stood next to them and crossed his arms over his chest.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 11:44 am
Atticus stumbled to his feet, scowling as he dusted the dust off his shirt and bum. He felt so - so - so undignified. That was no way to treat him or any other child for that matter. He stomped one foot and huffed, which was unlike his usual display of anger or frustration. Why did Ivan have to send him with Malo? Why couldn't he have gone himself? This would be so much more fun if he was with his guardian - but no.
Ivan had duties to attend to, so he sent him with the man who had framed him, not that anyone truly knew that. Sometimes he wondered if Ivan suspected he was innocent, but the grolurk never acknowledged it out loud. He was about to say something snarky or bratty to Malo when a stranger came upon them. He'd never met Logan before, but he got the impression that he knew Malo... And that he didn't like Malo. That was at least in his favor somewhat, right?
"Of course he is! He brought me here in a burlap sack. You don't put children in sacks." He huffed indignantly, arms akimbo. The only real solace he had was that he knew Malo didn't want to be here either. In a way, it was sort of like revenge - if revenge was having to go have fun at an amusement park.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 2:39 pm
Malo knew that voice. He narrowed his eyes and glanced over his shoulder, rolling up the bag and stuffing it into his hat. "Well, if it isn't fluff-butt." He spoke, feigning a smile. He had mixed feelings about Logan. The growlithe had helped him much as a child, but his relations with Jace had caused a lot of friction. Difference of opinions. Malo didn't really like Jace being alive, where as Logan did.
"Be quiet, Abbicus." Malo used a foot and pushed the venipede behind him in an attempt to shush him. "Be happy you got a ride at all. They won't let you near the horses anymore."
He turned his attention to Logan, who looked much different than Malo remembered. Was he always so colorful? "No, not really. Just bringing some new meat to Clubs. He's a bit of a sour grape, you see. Not involved in a fun lifestyle...so here we are." He vanished, the flame moving over to Logan and circling behind him. "But I wouldn't dream of causing trouble." He wrinkled his face. "You stink like a gutter."
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2013 5:23 pm
Logan ran one hand through his messy, unevenly shorn white hair, ears flicking briefly. His fingertips were stained with ink. He wasn't really sure what he'd walked in on, but he didn't want to have anything to do with keeping infants in burlap sacks. Especially not if Malo was involved. Jace and Malo had not exactly been on the best of terms, and as a result, Logan was always more than a little leery of the ghost.
"What are you even doing out here in the first place?" Logan asked, flicking his tail back and forth. He pointedly ignored Malo calling him fluff-butt. Of course Logan cared if Jace was alive, and he cared who Jace's enemies were; Jace snuck in through the window all the time, curling up on, around, or pushing Logan off his own bed.
He was also the primary reason why Logan's floor was litered with energy drinks used as ashtrays. Or he had been, and was, before he went missing.
Logan tried to shove those thoughts to the back of his mind. If he avoided everyone that reminded him of Jace, he'd never get anything done at all. "Good, trouble is too much... trouble," Logan tried to reply, but was distracted by the discomfort of Malo's vanishing act.
"I smell fine. Even if I didn't, at least I'm corporeal," he retorted. He had no flask, no liquor on him, but the empty coffee mug he spun lazily around one hand by the handle smelled faintly of the same brew, indicating he'd probably been wandering around, exhausted, sipping whiskey from a coffee cup, wearing his aviators regardless of how bright it was or wasn't at any given time and in any given place.
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