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Post by Valentine Genova on Aug 22, 2014 8:23:45 GMT
Iost beast: Hearing the singing she blinked over at Cedric, canting head slightly she just walked on over to him...Pulled the tribbles off shoulders, moved around behind him then held them right there in front of his face. Like two furry boobs Iost beast: meant for motorboating. Waiting for him to pop out an earbud or toss an elbow at her. -d Deadwood Graves: "BLOODY FUCK!" the mage cursed as the tribbles being set in front of him scared the living hell out of the mage. He quickly grabbed onto the bar's counter to prevent himself from falling off his barstool as he stared at the tribbles Deadwood Graves: with wide, blue eyes. Pulling an earbud out, he quickly turned his face to look at the tribble dealer. "You scared the living hells out of me, mate!" Iost beast: Don't mind the tall, tattooed female standing behind him snickering! "Mate? Sorry, but you were looking at one last night and zoned so...Figured I'd offer you one of the last two." She really hoped there wouldn't be more spawned. -d Deadwood Graves: "Yeh, mate." Not mate, mate; like one he was going to impregnate and claim her as his or anything. But the British slang version of mate. Friend mate. But speaking of friends, he and the girl weren't even properly acquainted yet, as Deadwood Graves: he still didn't even know her name. "What's your name, by the way? Sorry about last night. Not quite sure what happened to me there." He chuckled before extending his hand out towards the female to offer her a shake. "I'm Cedric Deadwood Graves: Graves." Waiting for the shake, he looked down over at the tribble. The fluffly creatures couldn't help but bring a smile to his face. "I'll take one. I'll take that black one there," he said, nodding his head up towards it. Iost beast: "I'm Roni...or Beast which ever you feel like saying." Grin curved lips and she pulled the tribbles back, balancing them on her palms and wiggling brows. "Know you want one...don't ya?" Then a shake of that head as if to wave off Iost beast: the last night bit. "No worries dude, shit happens to all of us. I tend to zone out when my father talks." Mostly because he was a giant tool. The extended hand was looked at and she just stuck the brown and black tribble in his Iost beast: black* tribble, the BLACK tribble! [my bad!] "Nice to meet you, there ya go and..." Pulling the instruction booklet out of her pocket to hand over to him. "Please don't respawn them...it can get real ugly." -d Deadwood Graves: "Roni?" He would stick with Roni, as calling her Beast didn't really seem all too suiting. Although he wouldn't doubt she could probably turn into one. Wolf Moon always brought around the strangest of people and creatures - Deadwood Graves: including himself. Not that he was a creature, but he certainly wasn't the average person. The mage took hold of the tribble once it was placed into his hand, cradling it in an arm and gently stroking it with a hand. Chuckling, he Deadwood Graves: would look down at it with a wide smile on his face before looking back up at Roni and taking the instruction manual. His blue eyes quickly scanned the text on it, and in seconds he had read the whole thing because he was such avid Deadwood Graves: reader like that. "Ah! Heh! Very cool!" Cool? The mage from a medieval world saying cool? He really was becoming more and more modernized as the days went on! He stood up for a moment from his barstool to stuff the instruction Deadwood Graves: booklet into his back pocket before seating himself back down. "So, how much are you wanting for it?" he asked as his hand continued to softly pet the tribble squeaking away in his hold. Iost beast: Oh, she could turn into a really big, really vicious beast but the nickname came because of her issues with brutality. Granted the one that gave her that name was nutty as fuck. "If you have any other questions just ask man. I'm not Iost beast: hard to find." Moving around behind the bar, setting the last tribble of black with brown stripes atop her head. Grabbing a glass to fill with ice and then Pepsi she frowned over at Cedric. "Um...Nothing? Just don't get it wet and Iost beast: respawn it? Because if you do...I can't promise they won't become a pestilence." -d Deadwood Graves: He watched the fizzy drink be poured into the glass, his hand continuously petting the tribble as it soon became an absentminded mannerism. Something about it was soothing. Perhaps in an alternate universe, Cedric was a haggish cat Deadwood Graves: lady. "You don't want anything for the creature?" His eyes looked up at Roni incredulously, tilting his head to the side. "Did you accidentally get your own wet, or something? And just trying to get rid of the lot you created?" Iost beast: "Ahhh hah no...Someone got Quin's wet and I'm trying to get rid of the babies." Sipping the Pepsi and lowering it again afterwards. "Before Keir makes them into Tribnuggets." Chuckling she paused then tilted head with a bit of a Iost beast: frown. "Ya know...At this rate maybe I should just open a fucking pet shop or something." -d subtIepuIses: Don't pet shops offer different animals? Not just these little fuzball thingies? ::She was back,and wearing a smile. Stepping inside without all the hesitation and dissorientation she'd had the first time through those doors. - subtIepuIses: Wearing an ankle length skirt,black with blue/green vines wound all around and up,a slit up to the right thigh and a white and black trimmed corset with the same styled vines and flowers all over it. Blonde hair free to brush about- subtIepuIses: bare shouldres as she walked. The little twin dragon pendant on a gold chain resting against her chest in plain view,the newest addition to her wardrobe.:: [d] Deadwood Graves: He couldn't help but let out a heartfelt fit of laughter as he could definitely see Quin being the one to cause the mishap, and Keir suggesting they turn into 'Trignuggets'. "No, no! Wouldn't want that to happen. I'll gladly adopt Deadwood Graves: this one then." He brought the fuzzball up to eye level with both hands, giving the tribble a swift peck to it's fur as he was already endeared by it. Setting the tribble on his lap, he'd look over his shoulder towards the Deadwood Graves: unfamiliar voice, giving a small nod of acknowledgement. "Hello, hello. Welcome to Wolf Moon," he greeted. Even though he wasn't working as a bartender tonight, a greeting to newcomers was always polite. Well, maybe she wasn't a Deadwood Graves: newcomer, but Cedric didn't know her, so in his mind she was. He turned his face back to Roni, smiling. "Thank you very much. I'll be sure to take great care of this... er..." He looked down at it, quirking up a brow. "What's it Deadwood Graves: called again?" Iost beast: Hearing the door open she glanced over to see Abby coming in, quelling the eye twitch before it could start. Garou...Vampire...No dice. Still she knew this was a neutral zone so she behaved, rather well at that! "What can I get you? to be spellbound: There was a hand - with beautiful black painted nails - standing on her fingers on the bar area staring down the tribble. If a hand can stare down a tribble. It was a hand with no eyes. Iost beast: Also glad to see you aren't dead." Sort of, hey she could only do so much here ok?!? Still she looked to Cedric and chuckled. "It's a tribble." The tribble being psuedo stared down by the hand? Bounced and made a sound that was a Iost beast: bit like pffffffttttt! Imagine a kid going nener nener! at you. Same thing, just no eyes and no vocal chords. "Who said all I had was the tribbles? Never know what kind of critters I can find." -d subtIepuIses: ::She was lost to the animosity Garou had for Vampires. Then again Roni didn't exaclty strike her as a warm and fuzzy sort of person. She smiled brightly to the male,though,as she was greeted.::Thanks,I'm actually returning...Is- to be spellbound: Two creatures without eyes staring each other down. This seemed like a rather impossible moment. It jumped up and took to the tribble and attempted to tackle it. Because a hand and a tribble having a spar on the bar made complete to be spellbound: sense. subtIepuIses: Val around? I wanted to ask her something if she wasn't busy...::Looking back to Roni.::Yes,still alive. ::She resisted the urge to use air quotes::Not that this place makes it easy...There should be signs that warn others of- subtIepuIses: trolls being around...and that they are apparently very grumpy if you step on thier head to get by them...[d] subtIepuIses: ::Wait there was a hand...like JUST a hand,no arm or body,just scurrying about? Yeah she was just....staring at that...hard....:: [d] to be spellbound: There is a loud crack of a sound as a bottle potion bottle falls off a shelf in the Apothecary side. The potion let out the smell of roses - it was a love spell. Might not be safe go near it. Deadwood Graves: "Tribble, tribble. Right." He would give it a small pet before his blue eyes locked onto the hand. He leaned his head forward, eyes squinting as he peered at it intensly. "Is that--" and before he could finish his sentence, the hand Iost beast: "Trolls are grouchy either way. I got Val's number if you wanna talk to her..." Then she looked over to the hand and the tribble. As the hand pounced the tribble there was a squeak. Then the tribble rolld the hand over and started Iost beast: bouncing up and down on it! Boingy! Boingy! Trying to squish it with...fluffiness. Love potion? Fuuuuccckkkk thhhhaaaattttt! She had enough issues without worrying about that! -d Deadwood Graves: was coming at his tribble. Quickly, he snatched the hand in midair. "Woah!" He gave the hand a hard smack to get it to settle down before seriously observing the damned thing like it was an alien object. "Is this my hand?!" He had Deadwood Graves: lost his hand to Zoltar some weeks ago, having to use an awful regrowth potion so he wasn't handless. He compared the hand to his right one, trying to see if there was an familiarity. Deadwood Graves: ( Whoops. Sorry. Alright so, can we just say Cedric caught the hand before attacking the tribble? ) subtIepuIses: I didn't do it! ::Squeaking that part out when she hear da bottle smash. She hadn't done it,honest! But what had knocked it over? She wasn't going in search of anyone,but she was looking about to see if anyone was running away! - Deadwood Graves: *any subtIepuIses: Looking back to the fighting furballs and fingerfest thing...what...the hell ever this was. Babyvamp is confused...::Oh it isn't anything super important. I don't want to bother her if she's not here. She must have some sort of- subtIepuIses: home life to worry about away from here. I was just going to ask her if she would be alright if I could get a room here for a little while since I was going to stay.[d] Iost beast: Cedric caught the hand before it could tribble pounce nd she smirked. "If that's your hand it's kinda sexy and that's a great manicure." Meaning the painted nails and such. Looking to Abby again she tilted head. "I can text her if Iost beast: you want." Already reaching back to pull phone from back pocket and send out the text. -d to be spellbound: The hand - Valentine's hand once - was twitching as it was taken out of mid move. It was planning to beat down on the tribble when its fingers opened and closed. Perfect black nail polish. You might wonder if it asked other hands to be spellbound: to do its nails. Or maybe there was some spell on it to keep it looking oh so prefert forever. Iost beast: The tribble made a giggly sound...Imagine the Dough Boy getting poked in the belly. -d Deadwood Graves: He quickly tossed the hand onto the bar's counter at the sight of black nail polish. "That is not my hand!" He snatched up his tribble with protective arms, standing up off from his barstool and distancing himself away from the to be spellbound: There was another crack as another bottle was kicked from the Apothecary area onto the ground. A hate smell. While the love smell was fading away, this one would make you hate the next person you see. Deadwood Graves: vicious five-fingered thing. He distanced himself so far away, that he was now standing behind one of the leather couches to help blockade the hand from coming any closer. subtIepuIses: I'm using the word loosely...but...Is all that normal? Bottles falling off and smashing over there? ::Pointing off tword where the apothecary and shelves and all that was. Looking back over to Roni.::Oh,if she is busy or something- subtIepuIses: it can wait. I don't want to bother her at home. You think I could like...pay for a night or soemthing and then try to set up something a little more long term with her later? ::She didn't know if either of them actually worked- subtIepuIses: here or not. Occupancy was misleading,her own place of employment had people hanging about that had never worked or would work a day in their lives.:: [d] Iost beast: When the hand was tossed onto the bar counter she'd lean over and poke it a bit. Hearing the crack of the bottle breaking she frowned and looked in that direction. Brow arching as that sensetive nose picked up the smell of the to be spellbound: The hand poked back. Iost beast: potion actually made her sneeze...Then a low snarl as eyes narrowed and became a bit more feral. Oh lovely! Her phone vibrated and she looked down to read the message. Back up to Abby with those narrowed eyes. "Yes, this is fucking Iost beast: normal around here...yes you can have a room." Roni isn't the most...happy of people naturally and the potion didn't help matters. At least it wasn't on her skin!! Looking to Cedric as he backed away with the tribble there came a to be spellbound: There was a fluttering sound as one of the pixies - the one that had been kicking the glasses, made its way over to a leather couch and decided that Cedric was the next target - taking out a needle like sword it swung it toward to be spellbound: Cedric - using the arm of the couch. Iost beast: soft growl. "He comes with squeaky toys...Cute." One tattooed hand raised and slapped onto the counter top. "Let her have a damn key!" Thunk! Right into the back of her head...It missed the counter top apparently! -d Deadwood Graves: He shifted his attention over towards the girl he had yet to properly be introduced to. "Emm... A bit of a normality, yes," he answered honestly. The Wolf Moon really did have a mind of it's own. What it was ever thinking? Nobody Deadwood Graves: really knew. It definitely had some nutty thought process though. "As for staying here, I believe we can supply you with a k -- shit!" He quickly dodged the pixie coming at him, looking completely perplexed as the tiny thing tried Iost beast: Toilet paper optional...-d subtIepuIses: ::Flying keys...pixies...maybe she needed to rethink this field trip...Disembodied hands...fuzzball pet things. The Baby Vamp was seriously just standing...still for the moment. Looking to Roni when she said she could stay and- Deadwood Graves: to attack him. "Wha--?!" Before the pixie could go any further, he brought up his hand and sent of blast of frost towards it to encase it into a cube of ice, freezing it in midair. Deadwood Graves: *sent off Deadwood Graves: *a subtIepuIses: then got hit with a key,and was growling.::Oh,um,thanks...::She was looking for a table to hide under...just in case.:: [d] Iost beast: When the key hit her in the head there was another growl and she kicked the bottom of the bar counter. "Don't be a dick!" Shouted to...no one but the Wolf Moon as she turned to bend over nd pick up the key. "Here, room numbers on it Iost beast: Mind Frosty balls over there." Motion to Cedric as she chucked the key at Abby, arms moving to fold beneat her chest then. -d subtIepuIses: ::She cought the key with it was tossed at her at least!::Thank you. ::She glanced at the number so she would know then tucked it down into her corset with the lack a pocket for it to go.:: [d] Iost beast: Turn Key tits...-d subtIepuIses: ::Normally they were on a quick release switch...:: [d] Iost beast: Better than a coin slot. -d Deadwood Graves: He watched as Roni shouted out at the Wolf Moon, nodding his head slowly in agreement to it. Blue eyes shifted towards the girl who was still nameless to him. "Em, so... yes. Sorry about that," he said on behalf of the Tower's to be spellbound: The smell of the hatred potion faded away slowly as the little pixie started to sway its sword back and forth at the big man. It was ready to destory him before he suddenly fell off the edge of the couch and went rolling. It was to be spellbound: forced to catch itself then with its pixie wings, thinking maybe it shouldn't fight the big man alone. o be spellbound: Valentine's hand decided it was going to go clean up the glass now that the potions were not smelling up the place - but then again the potion probably wouldn't make her anger if she can't smell them. She could touch them through, to be spellbound: but she was Val's hand.. she put on a cotton glove and went to cleaning. Deadwood Graves: oddness. "So you plan on staying here for th--" he was cut off short as the ice cube had melted away and the pixie rolled off the couch. He almost felt sorry for it. "Away with you," he muttered before bringing out his hand once Deadwood Graves: more so the palm of it faced the pixie. A strong, unseeable force blasted towards the pixie, causing it to shoo all the way back into the kitchen. "Anyway..." he looked back towards the new guest, that hand coming back to pet the Deadwood Graves: tribble. "So, you plan on staying here for just the night...?" Iost beast: Shoving hair out of face she sighed and then frowned as the effects of the potion passed. Roll of shoulders and a grunt, soft growl from chest. Now that the beast had been poked it wanted out to play. Fantastic. "I'll see you guys subtIepuIses: Oh,it's alright. ::Eyes on the sword swinging pixie.::I already gathered this place was a bit...off. ::She just didn't know how far off just yet. She'd figure it out soon enough surely. Watching as he dealt with the Pixie still.She- Iost beast: ;ater, I need to go and take care of soomething." The final tribble, black with brown stripes was pulled from shoulder and tossed to Cedric. "Babysit this one for me for a bit." Taking a tribble on a hunt? Not a good idea. Moving Iost beast: out from behind the bar she was heading out the door and into the night. -d to be spellbound: A large tentacle opened the windows to the kitchen and dropped off a grilled cheese sandwich - for some reason Tenty felt that someone needed something to eat. Iost beast: [Bed time...eyes squinty]
subtIepuIses: ::She gripped the seat of the stool under her butt and hop/scooted herself further from the sandwhich bringing tenticle. Attention going to back to Cedric as he introduced himself and asked where she was from.::Oh...Oh! I'm Abby,- subtIepuIses: nice to meet you...And I'm from Earth. I was attacked back home,trying to go home and somehow got spit out here a few days ago. [d] Deadwood Graves: How did it not surprise the mage that the girl was from planet Earth. A planet he was still not all too familiar with, but he had been doing his research. "Ah, Earth. Whereabouts? India? Japan? ... Er... Ireland? Reno? Las Vegas?" to be spellbound: North Carolina? subtIepuIses: Los Angeles is where I was born and grew up. I've moved around alot though with my Sire and GrandSire over the years. Home is kinda wherever we are at the moment now. [d] Deadwood Graves: He pretty much listed all of the ones he was familiar enough with. "Pleased to meet you, Abby." subtIepuIses: (Mun is from NC though lol) to be spellbound: North Carolina was familiar.. or was it Georgia? Deadwood Graves: "Ah, Los Angeles. I've actually been there." Finally, a place he actually recognized. He'd only been there a few times though. The whole area was far too bizarre. It almost gave him anxiety walking through unusually tall buildings to be spellbound: The hand finished cleaning and went to find one of the tribbles Cedric is molesting. It wanted to finish its fight. Deadwood Graves: and seemingly endless crowds of people. And the cars... Too many! "Well, heh! Welcome to Wolf Moon." It was really funny, to think about now... The contrast between such worlds was almost ironic. Before the hand could to any damage Deadwood Graves: to his precious tribbles, his hand would come up to send a blasting force towards it again. He glanced up at the clock - wherever it was - and a small frown came to his lips. "Well, it was a pleasure meeting you. It's about that Deadwood Graves: time I get headed back to my room." He gave a lopsided smile as he rised from the leather couch. Deadwood Graves: *raised subtIepuIses: Thanks. ::Offering a smile to him as he stood up and moved to head upstairs.::It was nice to meet you too,have a good night. ::Looking around once he headed up and stretched her arms up over her head,a soft squeak as she stretched- subtIepuIses: and settled in on the stool to...well...wait for sunrise and bedtime. Maybe she would try poking about. Unless something tried to attack her in the process...:: [d] Deadwood Graves: A wave of his elbow was given to Abby as he made way up the stairs and to his room. "Goodnight!" he shouted from up top before closing the door of his chambers. Deadwood Graves: ( Goodnight! ) OnlineHost: Deadwood Graves has left the room.
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