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Post by seraaches on Dec 11, 2008 0:22:51 GMT -5
Trot was the easy one to find; the idiot had gone back to Obadiah's usual tavern and was evidently causing trouble there. Not that anyone seemed willing to hit the man. Either it was that he was a Hellhound and that Zeus' wrath was guaranteed upon anyone who tried to jack with his pack or-- more likely-- they were just so freakin' baffled by the Card that they just didn't even know how to react. Zeus didn't even bother to ask what his packmember was doing, he just stuck his head in the door to ascertain Trot was there, then whistled sharply for the Club to come.
The Doberman was back out the door and heading towards the next tavern, hoping that Trix was in her usual hangout as well and thus make his life just a trifle bit earlier. He wasn't certain fate was willing to be that kind.
He slipped into the Laughing Goblin, letting his eyes scan towards the woman's normal booth. Yes, someone was back there. He cast a disdainful eye at the fighting patrons and waded through the bodies to make it to her side. "Meeting," he informed her shortly. "Pack it up."
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Post by Trebias on Dec 11, 2008 1:02:57 GMT -5
Obadiah stomped through the streets a little, earnestly hoping he was killing some bugs along the way. Mirek was out, so Obadiah hit the streets, grumbling a little at the trouble. Naw, Mirek was good people. Brought whiskey, that set him apart from most, who didn't want to see Obadiah drunk and swinging. Obadiah expected that Mirek understood that sober and swinging was worse because he could see better to hit people. But if the Spade pushed the booze too hard, or Obadiah thought he was trying some other way to manipulate him, he'd just beat him into the ground and see if the lesson was learned.
It was with this happy thought, the thought of violence on his mind bringing a smile to his lips, that he found Mirek arguing with the shopkeep. "Dangit, Pete, didn't I tell you that I don't wanna drink anything that comes outta your lower half. Mirek, get me my good knife, I'm gonna stab him in the face." He advanced on the shopkeep, but remembered his purpose for finding the other Card. He sighed unhappily, pouting a little. "Cancel that, Mirek. We're havin' a meetin'. Let's go." Obadiah looked around, found a basket full of bread, and knocked it over onto the floor. Better.
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Post by Bee on Dec 12, 2008 21:32:56 GMT -5
A meeting seemed to hold a lot more promise than continuing to argue with the shopkeeper--who was most expressly not getting the point anyway, who had probably never been in the same room as the point his entire life, and who would probably never approach the point for the rest of sorry days as a semi-sentient being--and Mirek obediently headed out, wondering for what purpose they were being reconvened.
"There is no such thing as a five second rule," he told the shopkeep over his shoulder; he had no doubt that the man might have just picked the crap up and tried to sell it to unsuspecting fools. "If it comes to my attention that you have picked that up off the floor and sold it, I will crack your skull with sourdough. It will be a fitting end."
Soul now a little lighter, he followed Obadiah.
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Post by Kasatsu on Dec 19, 2008 17:13:24 GMT -5
Trot was currently occupying the seat that his fellow pack member had been sitting at only a few moments before. All of those who had been in the tavern at that unlucky moment were now, only finally, beginning to come out of their most recent nap. He wished that he could have taken a nap but Zeus would have yelled at him again.
Being the usual, friendly face that he was Trot was currently explaining to the men on the best was to dig a hole in order to hide a bone - especially if one wanted to find it later. That, however, was something the canine had yet to accomplish.
Seeing his best friend's head dash back outside from the door once the sharp whistle had reached his ears, he gave a happy yip. "Zeus! Long tail!" He called out with cheer before scampering to follow them.
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Post by Vyn on Dec 20, 2008 7:59:12 GMT -5
Trix smirked a little when she caught sight of Zeus. A meeting? O~ Wonderful. Not.
But a meeting usually meant work and that, by far, was better than lounging around and just waiting. Idleness drove her crazy.
Hopping out of the booth, Trix weaved smoothly through the tumultuous crowd until she was exiting the Tavern along side Zeus. Her nose twitched when she realized that Trot was there was well, but Trix casually decided that the best option was to ignore him until he forced her to interact with him. His insanity actually hurt her brain.
"Do I get to be filled in on this meeting, Zeus? Or is it a surprise?" Either way, Trix was intrigued. Meetings typically meant missions, and Trix needed to rack up as man of those as she could or there would be no getting out of her 'debt' to the gang.
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Post by seraaches on Dec 20, 2008 13:26:27 GMT -5
"I wouldn't have come picked you up if you weren't invited to the meeting," Zeus answered shortly, but even her little quips wouldn't break the solemnity of his expression today. Perhaps he was expecting trouble from his pack, but he wasn't looking forward to this upcoming discussion.
They retreated to Niklaus' house and the Doberman kicked him out without compunction. He waited, listening with his short ear until the Coonhound was retreating down the road. The old man was smart; he'd leave them to their business.
The packleader turned to face his motley crew and fought the need to sigh in despair again. Well, at least half of the group was worthwhile in a fight. The other two. . . well, Mirek was working on it.
"We're going to the Highlands," he announced shortly. "We're going to take on the Queen of Hearts.
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Post by Bee on Dec 21, 2008 3:36:08 GMT -5
Mirek worked very hard to keep his incredulity from showing as he let this announcement sink in. Taking on the Queen of Hearts. An extremely powerful face card surrounded by other extremely powerful face cards. He wanted to dispose of the Queen as much as any of them--well, that was not entirely true; his level of intensity paled in comparison to their leader's, for example--but staging a sudden assault on a very well-staffed Court seemed like the height of stupidity.
He was going to very careful to not use that word or anything related to it when speaking. He did not want Zeus to, say, break his face.
"Sir," he said, with all the unassuming curiosity of a child questioning his teacher (that was what he hoped and shot for, at any rate), "I trust you have a very well-thought out plan for how we're going to carry this out?"
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Post by Trebias on Dec 23, 2008 0:26:11 GMT -5
Obadiah shifted in disgust. "That's right, private. Zeus here decided that all he REALLY wants for Yuletide is the left testicle of the Queen of Hearts on a giraffe's tooth, and he's going to let you decide how we're going to get it for him. Yuletide season is so wonderful. You have the chance to give all your friends presents and candy and fluffy new pets, and maybe, just maybe, if you're good, Santa Yule Mule won't come down, clock you with a lump of coal in a sock, and rob your parents!"
He eyed the group. "I swear, I'm going to bury you in a pile of razor ants. If I have to travel to Corvistowne to get someone to invent razor ants, I'll do it so that I can record your little whimpers of 'NO! NOT RAZOR ANTS!' and listen to it before bed every night so that if I pass on in my sleep I can die a happy man!"
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Post by Vyn on Dec 29, 2008 13:55:45 GMT -5
Ah, so no secrets would be divulged until they were all together.
That worked well enough for Trix, even though she always loved the pleasure getting a paw in the door before everyone else.
Once inside, Trix settled and scanned the surrounding trio. How in all of the Lowlands had she gotten stuck working with this motley crew? Zeus was worthwhile, though. Enough that she wasn't about to bail yet... But the rest of them... The husky restrained herself from making any snotty comments and kept her gaze firm on Zeus until he spoke up.
Trix couldn't decide if this was a delightful prospect, or slightly disconcerting.
Mirek made a good point, but the whole conversation was lost on her as Obadiah open his big yapper and... used it to the fullest extent of his ability. Somewhere along the mix she heard something about mules and razor ants, but ignored the majority of it until he was silent again.
"That really doesn't answer the question though," she piped up in her sweetest of hatreds. She did not enjoy useless ranting. "What is the plan?"
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Post by seraaches on Dec 30, 2008 1:41:38 GMT -5
Mirek received a flat, angry stare from Zeus, but before he could answer, Obadiah had jumped in. Though the Shepherd's rant didn't make a great deal of sense, at least the tone was appropriate. The Doberman sighed again; he did that a lot when the group was together. Cursed Rot, at least they could all work together in some semblance of order and usually managed to pull out a triumph by the skin of their teeth.
His father must be rolling in his grave.
"All of you, shut the frak up." He turned to give Trix a warning stare as well. "I thought it was pretty obvious. We're going to kill the pispard. Get your gear together; we're leaving in the morning."
It was going to be a perilous journey, but the ending would be far worse than the beginning. His snarl deepened; he was not looking forward to it with this motley group. He turned on his heel and stalked off. He seriously hoped he wasn't about to lead them all to their deaths.
(( Wrap up posts if you feel like it! We're moving to the Highlands! =DDD ))
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