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Post by Nako on Aug 26, 2011 21:41:10 GMT -5
Delaney paused, staring rather stupidly at the mouse at that question. A… plant? On her back? Her hair stood on end and she awkwardly attempted to look over her shoulder, and in her peripheral vision she could see…. Oh. Suits. The skin on the insides of her ears blanched and she stared at the two, searching for some semblance of guilt or incrimination that one of these had done this to her. They seemed more interested in searching the place. Meanwhile, her life was going down the drain. Horrible things were happening to her emotional state and her body. Oh no, had this thing.. imbedded itself? Could she remove it?
"Oh… oh no… no no… It wasn't a dream after all…" She whined, reaching a paw cautious to to prod at the thing. If there was sensation, she'd recoil immediately. Otherwise… she'd try to give the thing a pull….
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Post by Nathalia on Aug 28, 2011 20:40:29 GMT -5
Delaney's tug at the vine, elicited an odd sensation; a mix between pain of it pulling at her skin, and a tingle where her paw had touched... She could feel pressure through it.
Ercole almost instantly felt the substance he downed hit hit throat like a whirlwind of strangeness. As terrible as it had smelled, it tasted...oddly lovely, and the small formation at the back of his mind, led him to realize he'd gained a new ability.
Ink Spray: Once a week, this SD, a bit like a frightened squid; is now able to shoot a cloud-spatter of ink (up to a gallon's worth) into an opponent's face with startling accuracy. The ink is...simply ink, nothing more, and will not do lasting damage.
A sudden soft sound of muffled thumps alerted the group to someone approaching. The not-barricaded door then, swung inwards, and a man stepped in.
Scruffy-looking, but with a good-natured and slightly awkward grin; the Giraffe ducked his head, stepped in, and gave them all a smile. "Evenin', gents, lady. All feelin' back t'rights?" He shut the door behind himself, limped slightly on his way over to a free stool and collapsed on it without grace. "Well, leastways yer all alive. Name's Mikalav; m'jus' a Kahmden out in this end th' Bazaar. Who you all 'n whatcha doin' lyin' about in the street, eh? Found you all scattered about as I came home. Bird was half awake, there, 'n helped me carry you. Thanks, mate."
Stretching himself slightly until his lengthy neck gave a slight pop, he massaged the left side and gave them a grin full of badly aligned teeth. "Need anythin'? Water, food?"
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Lauryn de Vampyre
Six of Spades
Muse of the Dead
We all go a little MAD sometimes...
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Post by Lauryn de Vampyre on Aug 28, 2011 21:24:37 GMT -5
Miah had been concentrating more on the young female before him than on his wayward friend. Good thing too, or he would have certainly stopped the bird from ingesting Suits knows what that substance was! He marveled and secretly admired the daring Bird and his thirst for knowledge about all things of a poison-like nature, but if the man wasn't careful, he was going to end up killing himself. And Miah had grown quite fond of the bird-brained Corvie.
He barely heard Ercole tinkering around behind him at the bookshelf when the girl finally realized there was something wrong. He looked at her with sympathy and worry. As she went to touch whatever the thing was growing out of her back, the Mouse reached forward and gently grabbed her by the wrist.
"Uh, honey... I don't think ya should be doin' that. Ya don't know if you'll hurt yourself. Best wait until ya can see a Doc, or somethin' alrighty?" he suggested, nibbling on his lower lip in thought. Sparing a few moments Miah checked himself over and was very grateful to find no viney thing sprouting where it shouldn't be. Could you imagine, him with plants growing every which way? That certainly wouldn't be attractive!
He turned around quickly at the sound of a door opening and watched as a very long-necked Card came strolling in. Huh, a Giraffe. Didn't see those around too often! Still, he seemed like a nice enough fellow. Even offered them refreshments after apparently saving them from the streets!
"Ya say you found us layin' in the streets? Was it just us, or were there more people about?" he repeated, sparing a glance at Ercole to see if the Heron knew what he'd been talking about. "To be truthful with ya, Mister, I don't really remember much of anything. Though from the sounds of it we all owe you a very hearty thank you!" he said jovially, smiling.
"And iffin' you wouldn't mind too much, I could sure use a stronger drink. Just to set mah head on straight, o' course," he said, hoping the Giraffe had some strong booze around somewhere. Man, that sure was a long neck!
He shook his head to keep himself from staring, how rude indeed, and chuckled. "Where'r my manners. My name's Jeremiah, but everyone calls me Miah and of course you can too," he introduced himself, holding out a long forelimb and paw for the man to shake.
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Chou
Four of Clubs
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Post by Chou on Sept 2, 2011 17:57:16 GMT -5
The strange concoction definitely hit the spot as Ercole slowly slid to the floor, his trademark drunken smirk emerging. The bird felt a strange sensation burning in the back of his throat and shrugged. ‘M-must have been some strong stuff‘.
He pointed over a couch at Miah and the young child, “I-if yer gonna pluck o-one of those things out… Give it t-to ME!” He giggled as he began a hiccupping fit. The heron clung to the chair in front of him in an effort to get himself off of the ground, when a large giraffe walked into the room they were all in. Startled and a little on edge thanks to inability to fully control his diaphragm, Ercole spewed, not unlike an oil drilling rig once its hit the sweet spot, a good gallon of black ink towards the stranger.
“B-bless me!” The Corvie chuckled with a crooked smile, “W-what in the S-Suits was that?!” The bird was amazed with his new ability! “T-think of the possibilities! Never a-again will I have t-to buy ink. I-I must have been going t-through a dozen b-bottles a month! H-how spectacularly c-curious!” By now, the bird was hopping all around the room. Ercole was a bit of a tight wad, and was extremely enthusiastic about anything that could save him some coin. In the height his celebration, he accidentally brushed his foot along the side of the book shelf he had been slumped over in front of not too long ago, and sent it (and himself) hurling to the floor in a huge mess of books and knick knacks, revealing the once barricaded door behind it.
Ink Spray: Once a week, this SD, a bit like a frightened squid; is now able to shoot a cloud-spatter of ink (up to a gallon's worth) into an opponent's face with startling accuracy. The ink is...simply ink, nothing more, and will not do lasting damage.
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Post by Nathalia on Sept 6, 2011 18:04:38 GMT -5
The Giraffe gave the Mouse an amiable smile and shook his head. "Jus' the lovely three o'you out there. Didja see others 'fore y'went down? Where d'think they might be?" He asked, his teeth clicking slightly as he spoke, and reaching out to shake the rodent's proffered paw. "A stronger drink, Miah? Think I kin get some a'that fer th-" The interruption of the Heron suddenly spewing black ink all over their host caused the man to stumble over backwards, shouting obscenities as he tried to block it from his eyes. "What're yeh tryin' t'do, blind me? Nice way t'repay, bastard!" Hi moth fell open in complete and utter shock as the Bird then floundered over backward and tore down his shelf, items, books, and pictures flying around the room with a resounding crash!
The man, Mikalav, looked dumbstruck. "Y-...Y'bloody pest! What- what did y'do that for? My stuff!" Coughing and wiping inky mess off of his face, he instantly began struggling to recover what he could and move it away from the Heron, muttering under his breath angrily in the Kahmden language. Ercole felt something small slip into his neck fluff as he fell...a tiny leather pouch...sweet!
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