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Post by The Jenn on Nov 3, 2007 23:01:17 GMT -5
The inn's interior was unmistakably shabby, but not the 'disgusting hovel' that most travelers would expect from the region. It was at least well-maintained and probably the only establishment in the whole area that outsiders would consider staying at should they ever, for any reason, find themselves in the Lowlands. Decorations were various shades of green and brown, with touches of goldish yellow where metal could be seen.
It was empty of people save for the two of them and one lone receptionist, a leonine tail just slipping through the door to the side of the counter. Behind the desk stood a Lowlander canine, his body small and lean like that of a whippet. The short fur only showed off his variety of wounds and bandaging all the better. He was seated on some sort of raised platform, obviously not possessing a bipedal form. Mucousy brown eyes blinked at them a few times, noting the odd behavior and foreign regions. He didn't seem too phased. He also didn't seem all there, and said not a word. Smoke drifted up around him, not hugely noticeable but quite pungent to a discerning nose.
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Post by Spiderfly on Nov 3, 2007 23:09:52 GMT -5
Jenn, Kari and Spiderfly all receive 1 token each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 3, 2007 23:30:07 GMT -5
Theofilus was still tense as she stood in the inn. He wasn't particularly thrilled with the inn, but there was nothing he could do about it. He took charge--since there were no people around--and walked up to the desk. Why dance around the bush. He was annoyed and about to scream.
He was curious to know what the lion was doing, but not curious enough to take the first step. "Good Sir, I would love to speak with the management." The sparrow but on his best smile, which would probably be lost on the man. "We have some very important business to discuss."
He pointed to Pravus and then himself. "I don't mean to be demanding, but my Feline friend is quite impatient. And my nerves have been wearing thin." He was not being a demanding snotish prick. He was not using rank to his advantage. Honestly. He was being as polite and nice as he could manage. He was not lashing out at everyone after all.
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Post by Spiderfly on Nov 3, 2007 23:52:15 GMT -5
Pravus was nearly vibrating with his urge to kill and maim. Oh dear lord, just point him in the right direction so he could REND something already. His claws stretched out and back again and he closed his eyes for a second, willing himself to cool down. Finally, he shifted into bipedal form and stalked forwards from the dark corner towards the desk to stand, arms crossed, behind the bird.
A sneer appeared upon his face. "This business is quite private. . . as well." He placed a well spread out hand upon the counter before flexing his fingers a bit and backing off. Threats hadn't seemed to work too well so far. The inhabitants of this place were all too weak.
He cracked his neck with a sickening pop before taking another step back to make a formidable shadow behind the avian. Well, perhaps subtle threat would work better than his usual tactics.
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Post by The Jenn on Nov 4, 2007 0:06:49 GMT -5
The whippet watched the two of them approach with a hazy sort of expression and listened to Theo with a dispassionate face. Whatever he was on, he was well into it and not feeling a thing. The sparrow could have been an Eleven of Moons and he wouldn't have been able to muster up an ounce of care by this point. He looked down at Pravus's claws, then back up at the pair of them. "Mr. Morton's in the back," he coughed in a strained voice. "Busy right now, I think. You can go back there if you really want to. Nobody's stopping you." He flicked his eyes to the small metal bell on his counter and, with great deliberation, reached out to give it a 'ding'. Then he giggled.
Behind the door where the lion had disappeared and the canine had indicated, there suddenly came a large crashing noise as if something glass had just been thrown at high speeds against a wall. "WHAT?!" a voice shouted, the tone sounding enraged. "He what?! Good lord, the man's stupider than even I gave him credit for! What in... why... AUGH! Fine. Alright, fine. Garthen should be fine. Go on, do it!"
The walls were thin enough that the entire conversation was more than audible. The sound of something hitting a wall could be heard and then the door opened, the lion stepping out and beginning to walk towards the exit.
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Post by Spiderfly on Nov 4, 2007 0:19:47 GMT -5
Pravus raised an eyebrow slowly watching the receptionist before him. His lip twitched a little but settled quickly. It was odd to see someone so far gone. .. rather amusing really. An honestly, probably quite a bit safer for the receptionist as Pravus knew any sort of force wouldn't accomplish anything a simple question wouldn't.
"Mr. Morton" He burned the name upon his memory. Finally a name to match some decrepit face. He tapped his toe a little as he continued to look around, hoping he would notice something else when the little canine rang the bell, making Pravus' head whip back around with a sneer.
Then .. . then the screaming. His ears swiveled forwards, intent on every word. Garthen! The brother. . . as the lion came storming out Pravus sprinted for the door, trying to block his way. "Woah there. . . we have some questions for you."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 4, 2007 0:31:49 GMT -5
Hell. It had been a while since Theofilus had seen someone this stoned. He rolled his eyes at the thought of the idiots back home in his youth. They had nothing to worried about, and he could only imagine what this man had gone through. That probably didn't some it up either. He worked as a receptionist, which meant he had to deal with everything. Theofilus could never forget some of the crazy stuff he had to deal with.
Then the shouting occurred. Mr. Morton and Garthen obviously knew something. Wait... Garthen! That was the brother's name! The sparrow watched as the lion came through the door. Pravus moved towards the exit to block him.
Theofilus had faith in him. There was no way the lion was going to pass him. And there was no way Theofilus was going to get involved in a cat fight unless he absolutely had to. Psychical fighting wasn't his forte. Hell, he was a wet blanket unless interrogation was involved. The sparrow decided to remain at the counter and wait. Maybe he would slip into the manager's room if a fight broke out.
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Post by The Jenn on Nov 4, 2007 0:41:27 GMT -5
The lion stopped in front of the door, his eyes narrowing slowly. "I'll bet you do, Highlander," he finally spat out. "You can direct any questions to my employer. I have business to attend to." With all the quickness of a Spade, he suddenly bolted towards the door, the motion likely too quick and abrupt to halt or follow.
From the door he had just exited, another figure appeared, probably the first biped they had seen in this entire disreputable region to date. He was tall and lanky, a weasel, wearing a many-pocketed coat and a belt with several knives. He stopped, seeing the pair of them in the lobby, and something flickered behind his red eyes. A Nine of Hearts just peeked out beneath his jacket.
"A Highlander and a Lakelander gracing our fine establishment," he said in a flat tone, the voice very obviously the same that had just been shouting. "How... unusual. And both of you ranking, hmm? Well. Allow me to welcome you to the Lowlands. What can I do... for you?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 4, 2007 1:05:45 GMT -5
What the hell. What the hell. Theofilus wanted to kill someone for all this stupid crap. However he grinned and bared it. Screw the lion, Pravus could get him or not. Theofilus would deal with the manager. A heart of course, and one of the few people with a biped form in this area.
Heaven only knew if this was a good thing or not. Everything was bad here. And something was obviously up with this shady business man. Putting stereotypes aside for the moment the sparrow stood to his full height and looked as cordial and presentable as he could. "Why Hello, Mr. Morton!" Theofilus said with a smile. "I've heard that you can provide us with some proper information as well as rooms. I'm surprised, though, that your companion is so determined to leave your fine establishment. Is there something the matter that we could help with?" The sparrow raised his brow. How would someone who was obviously used to stabbing people in the backs react?
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Post by Spiderfly on Nov 4, 2007 1:31:08 GMT -5
Pravus made a dash for the lion but his superior speed took him right by the outstretching claws. Sorely tempted to go out the door and after his 'prey' it took every ounce of personal will he had to merely tense his muscles in frustration before turning back towards the manager. His fingers flexed continuously as he stalked back towards the pair that were standing talking.
He listened, fuming, to the bird's words. His eyes clearly stating to the 'business-man' if he could be called such, that he would rather snap his neck than question him politely. Pravus nearly shook from the amount of self control he was exerting. If only he could, he snapped the violent thoughts of quickly, though he let them show through in his expression.
This was. . sadly. . . as subtle as he got it seemed. He hissed as the avian offered help. It was near sickening to see a higher ranking heart crest on lowlander scum. He wouldn't help the man if he had any say in it. And, his claws said he had quite a say, in the matter.
His arms folded stiffly for a moment before with a sickening pop and crunch he moved back into animal form and sat beside the bird, glaring up at the man.
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