[PRP] Literal Wingman (Muka & Joachim)

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Joachim would find a very insistent ORLY scratching at his window. It was looking very annoyed, pointing at him, and clutching an envelope in it's talons.

Quote:

Joachim-

Please join me this evening at the school gates. No negotiations. My Orly will make sure you come. Please dress casual and elegant. Bring seeds.

-Yours-
Ulmuka Knobwalker

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[stella cinere]

Noise, noise and more noise that wasn’t the sound of a mouse attempted to steal sugar from the cup as the longhaired boil glared at the window. Sighing he laid set the teacup on the table and promptly opened the small door on the glass and took the letter from the Orly.

Joachim frowned, something casual and elegant? It was if Muka didn’t realize that the only clothing the boil owned was nothing but suits in the first place.

That was casual and elegant right and with heeled boots right?

Taking a long feathered pen Joachim responded with a long cursive writing.

Quote:

Greetings Muka,

I will be there.

Sincerely,
Joachim

Folding it up he returned it to the Orly before sitting down to drink another cup of tea as the mice continued to scurry from the glare from the un-leaving guest.

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Muka was waiting at the school gates at the appointed time, leaning on a walking stick with his large wings ruffling in the breeze. He seemed content to people watch as he waited. The rotund young man looked older than his years with the large beard he'd grown and was wearing a bit less-victorian suit for the evening. He had a glossy black pinstriped coat in a modern cut with a blood red waistcoat and accented all over with silver. Silver cufflinks. Silver tiepin. Even a small silver pin in his lapel.

It appeared that he was holding a cab for wherever they were going and the ghost cabbie seemed content to sit and let the meter run.

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[stella cinere]

Walking across the school grounds, Joachim tugged on the bottom of the dark blue vest embellished with a small watch pocket and brass buttons and brushed the sleeves of his long jacket. The almost as tight riding pants were neatly tucked into his long elegant boots as his hair swung with each step from the ponytail on the top of his head. For once he decided to opt out of wearing a long cravat but instead left the top two of buttons of his shirt undone. That was casual enough wasn’t it he thought as he picked up the pace to make it to the appointed time at the gate.

When reaching Muka he gave him a swift bow before dredging up some sort of a smile.

“Muka it has been a while,” he replied glancing him over noting the rather large weight gain and beard. At least it suited him he thought as he tried to ignore the fact that he looked nothing more like a twig that would break in the wind next to him.

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Polite manners were lost when Muka saw Joachim finally. It had been a while, too long in the strix's opinion.

"JOACHIM!" He hooted and hurried to crush the skinnier boil into a tight hug. Muka didn't care that he was probably preventing the other from breathing with how he was pressed against the squishy mass of his belly.

"Too long too long." The strix grinned. His teeth clacked a moment, looking the other over in an attempt to see if his mice were with him. The rotund young man then gave the reaper a hearty pat on the back, "Come, hrmm, let's have a boils night out!"

Muka motioned to the idling cab, the ghost cabbie glancing over his shoulder at them while he waited to be told where to go.

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[stella cinere]

Joachim had forgotten the idea that some students were rather much more touchy feely then his own little bubble of no touching zone as Muka gathered him up for a hug.

“Its…great…to…se...e… you…toooo….Muka…” He replied gasping between each word as he could feel his lungs beginning to collapse as his elbows dug into them, his face turning a newer shade of blue. A few mice squeaked in dismay as their companions had managed to escape and scatter across the ground and attempted to flee the site of discomfort abandoning their buddies behind. Merel on the other hand just squeaked some sort of laughter, as she remained safely bundled in his hair.

Taking in a deep breath of air as his feet were finally planted on the ground again Joachim began smoothing out his clothing as he nodded, “it has been too long hasn’t. You will have to forgive me sometimes my music takes precedents.”

He winced as the pat struck him across the back and looked over to the cab before giving Muka a bit of a confused look, “boils night out?....”

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"Yess!" Muka's large wing extended around Joachim and basically forced him to walk with the strix towards (and then into) the cab. "A meal perhaps some drinks.."

He grinned. "Maybe some ghouls for you!!" The cab door swung shut on them and the driver pulled away.

hanging gallow

 

[stella cinere]

A meal and some drinks (and with Joachim naivety he assumed that he would be having some sort of delicious teas) sounded like a good break away from composing and a chance to give his hand a break from scribbling all over paper.

Taking a seat he again smoothed out the wrinkles in his jacket before turning abruptly to Muka.

“Ghouls? Wait.. what?”

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"Yeeeasss ghouls. Or boils whichever you want." He shrugged. "Both are nice I suppose." But ghouls were softer. That was pleasant. He made an indiscernable humming noise.

"It's good to get out! You stay cooped up, hrm, far too much." Muka patted Joachim's knee heartily with his free hand. The other was still holding his cane. "Though I would be interested in hearing some music sometime soon!"

The cab pulled away from campus, out into regular traffic, and seemed to head into the heart of the city. The paused at stoplights and Muka watched the crowd become younger and more fashionable the closer they got to the city's center. Rickety shops gave way to sleeker, more upscale places with one word names like 'SKULLS', 'BLOODTIQUE', or 'DJINNLIGHT' Some of the stores even had names that were only numbers like '365*' the asterisk in the name made up of what looked like diamonds (or a good immitation).

Eventually they were deposited on a corner and Muka swiped a card through the credit reader attached the back of the seat. He motioned for Joachim to scoot out and heavily bounced himself along the leather until he joined his friend. There was (what looked like) a food establishment there. It had outdoor cafe tables filled with glamorous young zombies with multi-colored hair and large ear piercings and smooth face demon boils whose style looked to be a mix between modern and ancient.

"This place is, hee, hot right now." A neon sign flickered above them with a 50's diner style script. 'Elvis Lives'. "Strange name but.." The strix shrugged and opened the door, holding it for Joachim. Inside was a continuing chic 50's theme with gleaming chrome and odd shaped table tops. But the smell of the food was delicious, the crowd was hot and there was a large bar right in the middle of the massive room.

Perhaps Muka overestimated how adjusted or cool he and Joachim were, but to their surprise the boils fit right in with their own 'vintage bourgeois' style of dress.

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[stella cinere]

Joachim raised a brow at the strix as he mentioned ghouls being softer. He wasn’t sure if they were meeting the same ghouls or if there were some other reason they were softer in terms of beyond scaly skin or hooves. A thought crept across his mind as his face went a red, boobs, he had forgotten about those. How long had he been locked up?

“Any time Muka you want to hear I’ll play, even if it’s some sort of serenade for a date night,” He had those didn’t he? There was the thought that he had some sort of ghoulfriend, or friends the reaper didn’t really keep up with other lives.

As the neon lights started to flash and buildings started to grow more and more into less familiar places the frown on Joachim face started to grow deeper. There was no doubt that this sort of place in town was not something he was familiar with let alone got even close to the bright lights alone were enough to encourage him to leave. Though he did mark in his memory a rather interesting shop with a pair of gorgeous boots sat in the window, there was a need to return and purchase them.

When they stopped Joachim skittered out of the back seat and immediately retuned to straightening up his jacket and collars. Wrinkling his nose he tried to ignore the mingling sent of perfume and something rather ghastly that lingered in the air before the scent of food overwhelmed him.

Not just food, real food something that was more than biscuits and tea. Something that was warm and probably not nibbled on by little mice and he easily followed Muka in not even wasting a glance at some of the cute zombies on the café. The smell hit him even more as he stood looking at the bar and the rather large gathering out on the dance floor. His stomach started to churn; he was going to have to dance wasn’t he?

“Muka…… this might be a terrible idea…”

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"NONSENSE!" Muka scree'd above the din of diners. There were stools at the bar, empty and wedged between twenty somethings. They were older and more modernly dressed than both the boils but with Muka's beard he didn't look out of place and Joachim looked tired enough to be any age really. The strix wedged himself sideways (to accommodate for stomach) onto a stool, cane resting against the bar's side, and lifted a menu.

"Evenin fella's!" A very good looking vampire guy greeted them. He had a tight plain black t-shirt and a large pompadour of hair. He had cheekbones you could shave with and his teeth and fangs were even whiter than his skin. Both boils got a dashing grin. "Lovin the vintage looks!" He gave them approving glances. "Can I get ya's some drinks?"

"Oooooh.." Muka hooted, wings rising and adjusting on his back in enthusiasm. He'd never drank much in the past but everything he'd ever had was delicious (also his taste buds weren't the best so anything goes). His golden eyes scanned a chalkboard behind the bar. "He'll have a Rock God and I'll have hrrrrm.. Ghouls Best Friend."

What were those? Everything that came out from behind the bar was large, brightly colored, and had sugar around the rim.

"Gotcha!" The vampire bartender winked and finger-gunned Joachim.

"Well he's certainly haaaandsome." Muka trilled with a giggle.

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