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Post by Kasatsu on Nov 14, 2007 8:20:51 GMT -5
 How he loved drowning his sorrows, he thought as he entered the pub and bar. Furgus' Bar and Pub was one of the best ones around and he tried to make frequent stops here whenever he could. It was right before the winter season, so the mouse wore a light cloak, the hood thrown back to display his horn mutation. He blinked his eyes a few times to help adjust to the sudden lighting difference, making his way towards his favorite seat at the counter. Greeting the bartender, he asked for his usual drink, oblivious to the surrounding customers. Well that was until the person sitting on his right cleared their throat in a pointed manner. Turning to face the creature his eyes lighted up the figure of a cardinal. His color and markings showed that the creature was from Villa en Miir. The words ‘forthright’ and ‘wrath’ were written across his figure in pink and blue. Raising an eyebrow at the bird he asked, “Wot, do you want?” |
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Post by miyusana on Nov 14, 2007 8:44:34 GMT -5
 “Wot, do you want?” the mouse said in what Finwë thought as an almost snapping way. “Well, well, well,” Finwë smirked to himself. “Not to friendly are we?” Normally Finwë didn’t really like to speak to others in a bar. As they came to drink and not to be bothered just as he did, but after on his own for so long he thought it would be nice if he could speak to someone, and as the mouse was the only one to sit anywhere for a long time he thought that he would take a chance and speak to him. That turned out to be a mistake. The mouse did not seem like he wanted to be spoken to, however he was not one to give up. When he got no answer for his question he moved closer and spoke louder repeating what he had said earlier. Knew he would go on like this until he got answer, and almost wished that the mouse tried to fight him. |
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Post by The Jenn on Nov 14, 2007 8:49:53 GMT -5
((Heya! Just want to throw in a friendly reminder about posting reqs being a minimum of 150-ish words. You may want to beef up any future posts. :3))
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Post by Kasatsu on Nov 14, 2007 9:20:01 GMT -5
“I am sorry,” the mouse replied in a tone that was dripping with sarcasim. “I did not realize that I had to be polite to others in order to enjoy the sweet bliss this place offers. I will try and make a mental note, which I am sure will get lost among the fray of other things to remember.” He was not really all that worried about having offended the lower card. He knew that he should be, at least on some level, but the lack of caring was just too high with him today.
The mouse turned away from the cardinal, accepting the drink he had ordered from the bartender with a nod. Hoping the creature would back off now that he had been rebuffed, he began to consume his drink. He sincerely hoped that oblivion would find him quickly today; he was going to need it. Those memories were haunting again and he wished they would go away. Forever.
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Post by seraaches on Nov 14, 2007 9:26:59 GMT -5
 It was his first bar foray in awhile; things seemed to go poorly when he was in a bar. Well, perhaps he should amend that to say when he got drunk in the bar. So tonight he was a study of careful constraint; three hours of sitting at the counter and he was only on his second beer. The bartender had been sending him looks of absolute disbelief, but the stallion wasn’t giving in to that. He needed to be in control of himself and he would be, by all that was true and good in the world. A voice nearby was ringing familiar in his ears, though the stallion wasn’t immediately certain. It took a few more sentences before the horse placed it as from one night some time ago. He turned to look in surprise and, sure enough, just a few seats down, a red mouse with antlers wore an angry expression. And that much, at least, seemed quite familiar. ”Aderlass?” he asked before he could stop himself. Almost immediately, he gave himself a mental kick, even though he did still want to speak with the mouse about that partial conversation they’d had so long ago. |
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Post by miyusana on Nov 14, 2007 10:14:35 GMT -5
Finwë knew that speaking to someone in this bar was not something that he normally did, and the one time he did he had to pick the worst one in the whole bar. He tried to calm himself trying not to let the red mouse know that he had gotten to him. So he just painted a smile on his face.
“I also am sorry for thinking that someone could have manners.” After that was said his smile fell and he went back to his drink, there was no way that he was going to let the mouse get the last word, there was not way that he would be backing down as long as the mouse wanted to get that way with him.
However he still wanted to keep his emotions in check, he was not here so that he out be known as a crazy bird, he was going to be nice and peace, and push the thoughts of that stupid mouse away from him.
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Post by Kasatsu on Nov 14, 2007 10:30:15 GMT -5
He was stunned. He had never had a lower faced card talk to him in such a manner. He was not in a mood, nor had the patience, for the comment and he definitely did not like being insulted in such a manner. How dare the cardinal speak in such a manner to him!
“You better watch that tone of yours there, boi. It will get you into serious –” He started to retort to the young bird, before he was distracted by his name being whispered from further down the bar length past the annoying twit. Looking around the mostly purple bird, honestly what kind of male was purple he thought, to see who had called him, his eyes landed upon the familiar figure that he had helped a few weeks back.
“Well, I be, you made it through I see.” He greeted the horse in a friendlier manner then he had even thought to show the bird.
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Post by seraaches on Nov 14, 2007 19:54:36 GMT -5
”If by made it you mean, ‘survived’, then yes, as well you know. At our last meeting I was only carrying a child.” The stallion’s voice was wry. His ears flicked up at the unfamiliar voice and he tilted his head to glance across the way. An unknown bird sat on the other side of Aderlass and looked ticked off. The stallion hid his smirk, keeping it purely mental. ”Are you harassing the customers, Aderlass?” Shinrai asked in a level tone. ”Who’s your new friend?” Perhaps he’d been spending too much time with Mnemosyne following him around; his sense of humour was going to the dogs.
He leaned his head forward to get a better look at the Villa resident. The only males he pitied more than Villa en Miir was Yarrow Gardens, but they, at least, were few and far between. ”I’m Whip,” the horse said quietly in way of introduction.
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Post by miyusana on Nov 19, 2007 7:24:04 GMT -5
Finwe was taken back by the almost nice way that the horse was speaking to him. After getting into it with the red mouse he was being treated well by the mouse's friend?
"Hello," he said slowing unsure of what the horse was trying to do. "It is an honor to met you I'm sure." he said still in a daze, but still gave a nod.
Even if the mouse was ranks higher then him he was happy to make sure that the mouse knew that Finwe was not one to be spoken to like the mouse had.
However now that he was being treated well he was unsure what to do. His anger was gone and he now had his head cocked to the right staring at the Green Horse that called himself Whip. However after some time he let his wide smile come to his face again.
"You sure are nicer then the mouse, you guys aren't close I'm guessing?"
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Post by Kasatsu on Nov 19, 2007 8:51:38 GMT -5
“Friend is an awfully big word to describe our relationship, would you not agree Whip?” the mouse answered the bird’s question, not looking at either of them but staring moodily into his mug. Taking a gulp from the mug, he gave an outward sign of nonchalance and caring. He quite liked the birdie and wondered how he would react to his being snubbed.
He addressed his next answer to the questions asked by the horse. “No, I am afraid that will have to disappoint you, stallion, I am not harassing the customers . . . this time. And, he is not a friend. This creature here was the one who was harassing me.” He mumbled more about how just wanting to be left alone to drink and lower suits not minding their place. He really was in a foul mood, which only made him more ticked.
From the corner of his eye, the mug hiding most of his face, he analyzed the horse. He was pretty impressed at the horse’s recovery from the first time they had met. When he had first stumbled across him, he had barely been conscious, only ale to show his discomfort and mumble his name. The mouse still, from time to time, wondered over what exactly had caused the creature’s wounds.
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