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Post by Nyx on Apr 24, 2008 10:24:39 GMT -5
He listened to the instructions, nodding as he slipped off of the table, stretching his stiff muscles. The wings were an odd weight on his back, he was definatly going to have to get used to them just being there before he thought about moving them. Of course if he thought about them too much, he would be tempted to move them, and he had already been warned against that. He eyed the pill bottle. He wasn't sure if he was going to take them, of course if the pain got too bad, he definatly would, but for some reason, he had always been afraid of getting hooked on things, so he tended to leave pills and things of that nature alone. He already had a small problem with alcohol, he didn't need to add pills to the mix.
At the mention of food, his stomach started to growl. He rolled his eyes at it's bad manners. Something to eat would be most welcome. I think my nerves have settled enough to keep something down. It's nice of you to offer. He followed Rocky upstairs, had a bit of lunch and left, his mind now on the meeting he had with Besaba the following day.
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Post by Kiki on Apr 27, 2008 19:38:54 GMT -5
Kari and Nyx receive 2 tokens 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 Nyx on May 8, 2008 13:06:38 GMT -5
[[OOC: Post edited, Tigs, tis your turn *insert evil cackles here*]]
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Post by Tigeress on May 28, 2008 8:35:08 GMT -5
The pink tigress had cleaned up most of the clutter she'd made during the morning, and some she'd stuffed in the back room the day before. Say what you will of chemists, she was a HUGE germaphobe and very keen on keeping her things neat and tidy. But to be fair she'd never met anyone who worked otherwise, how in the heck were you supposed to Find anything when you needed it if you never cleaned up? Her hand stung with the presence of a few drops of the potions she'd braved to rescue her vials, luckily she knew by heart what had been in every one and she should not have suffered any after effects with the insanely small dosage. It just felt funny for now.
Her hands were under the tap when she heard footsteps approaching her small home and she perked her ears in response. Oh right, that appointment she had with Goly! She simply couldn't wait to see the hair. Grabbing a pair of scisssors, she inconspicuously set them aside. There was really only one way to test if the strength had remained in the hair. Had she known his profession she would have tried harder to make the hair a method of defense as she apparently accidentally had. Especially with how pretty he was now, there was no telling what kind of trouble a pretty hooker could get into.
"Just come in!" Her voice purred, excitement registering as she bustled about a bit unsteadily in her bipedal form. Dear god it had taken her long enough to perfect it, though she still wouldn't trust herself to do anything surgical or dangerous involving her new and unpredictable hands. However she had a few other lovely additions that had made her giggle with mischevious joy. She needed new willing test subjects and there was more than one way to convince someone into the task. She turned just as the feline had let himself in and clasped her hands together, tilting her head as she grinned.
Motioning with her hands in a spinning motion, she said "Come on now, do a spin". She'd had a moment the last time he'd been there to admire and examine the hair, but with the raccoon still in the room she hadn't wanted to distract the feline from his very essential orders. Now however, she could poke and prod and demand all she wanted. It was what the meeting was for.
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Post by Nyx on May 29, 2008 0:25:58 GMT -5
Goly had woken up in more than a little pain. He hadn't thought it would be that bad, so he hadn't taken any pain pills the night before. He paid for it first thing in the morning. Now, after downing three of them, he was feeling pretty good. A bit loopy, but good none the less. He found himself on Besaba's porch at the appointed hour and was getting ready to knock on the door when she opened it. The woman must have ears like a hawk. Good morning Miss Besaba. She seemed to be in a hurry to get him inside, and since he wasn't one to disapiont a lady, he hurried inside.
He laughed a bit at her almost demand and turned, showing of his new wings as he did. His hair hung down over his shoulder, stopping at his elbow. He as glad it had stopped growing, he was afraid that he would just trip on it all the time. The hair made a nice contrast to the small set of wings on his back. They wouldn't be good for flight but man were they pretty. Once he had finished his little spin, his split tail dipped and flicked across the floor. It would seem that your potion worked wonders He winked, the pain pills starting to make him a little silly.
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Post by Tigeress on Jun 20, 2008 10:05:11 GMT -5
She watched him with a smirk and an eyebrow raise. He was rather... spunky this morning for someone who had just come out of a surgery. It looked like the wings had been a success as well, how lucky for him. He certainly was rather exotic looking with it all put together. He was rather graceful for a male, and his flirting didn't go unnoticed. He had somehow made it onto her man-radar, and she suppressed a sigh at herself. So easily distracted, her mother would be embarassed for her.
"Indeed it has. You look quite spectacular with it all put together." She came forward and brushed her hands through the mane, massaging at the scalp and feeling about for things that only she knew to look for. She pulled a few loose strands and played with them between two digits before stepping back and smiling in satisfaction. "I have nothing bad to report, it looks like this potion was rather obedient." Sometimes even after the potion sank in, the hair would bleed down a little farther than intended, but perhaps that was because she had significantly less patience for her personal tests as comapred to her live tests on actual subjects.
"So if I might ask, why all the glamour? Your previous form was not by any means unattractive." It was a bit personal, but Besaba had little care or notice for things like that usually. If he wanted to answer, he would, if he didn't, he wouldn't. Simple. She pulled up a chair and sat down, pulling a pin out of the back of her hair and letting the curled pink strands sit messily on her fur. Sweat was no longer creeping down her spine from her early morning cleanup, though she did feel rather gross. Besaba was a bit of a hygeine freak.
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Post by Nyx on Jul 1, 2008 13:42:39 GMT -5
Pain pills were such wonderful things. The feline was indeed spunky, the pain in his back all but gone for the time being. As long as he didn't over do it, he shouldn't have an problems later, but he was never the one to not over do things. He couldn't suppress a purr as she ran her hands through his mane, giving her another wink as she stepped back Now that he didn't have a ball of nerves in the pit of his stomach, he could admire just how attractive she was. And wait, had she managed her bi-ped form since last he saw her? He was more than a little sure that she had.
Ah, my Lady, you have done wonders with your potion. Goly sat back on his haunches, his wings involuntarily twitching on his back. Now, that, he was going to feel later. He took a moment to think on how to put just why he had wanted the. . .shall we say alterations. Well, you could say that I am more than a bit vain, but that isn't the complete truth. My line of work is rather, well competitive. He shrugged, flipping his head so that his mane fell over one shoulder, the strands brushing against his 'elbow'. The Ranger's head canted to the side when Besaba pulled the pin from her hair, curls being one of his many many weaknesses.
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Post by Tigeress on Jul 4, 2008 8:43:10 GMT -5
She quirked an eyebrow when he watched her pull the mess of pink waves down over her upper half, and then down her back. They never did stay up too long, and the number of ties they'd eaten while trying to stay perched above her neckline was rather impressive. She hadn't ever used any potions on her own hair, and since obtaining her biped form, she'd noticed it was a mixed blessing. It was nice, but... not the most practical thing for her line of work.
"Oh? I know how that is." She admitted with a slight grin. She wasn't naive by any means, and she quickly set some guesses in her mind of what his job was. All of them were along the lines of personal... entertainment. Nobody wanted to be beautiful to get ahead in the courts, though she'd heard it was a prerequisite almost in some places, power and knowledge were worth more there. Well, either way, his dedication was admirable.
She couldn't help but watch the muscles twitch in his arms when he moved, she was never distracted from her true weakness for long. Hair potions were a side endeavour she'd come to love, but her true passion had been weighing on her mind just as much. Muscle was such a fickle and strange thing to work with, and it was very hard to come by unless you knew the right people, or some equally as desperate for money. Now was not the time to be thinking about work though, today was her day off for the month.
"So how do you feel? Is there anything I can get you? I don't have anything here, but as I'm sure you've noticed I don't live far from the center of town where we could grab something." Truth be told there was only one place she would eat there. The rest of them had... issues. Mostly to do with how dingy the place was, or if it smelled musty. Besaba was quite paranoid about food, after having food poisoning only once.
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Post by Nyx on Jul 28, 2008 11:46:21 GMT -5
The Ranger stared at her hair for a few more moments before he shook his head to clear it a bit. Either the pills were just plain making him stupid, or well, she did have a rather lovely form. t was nearly all he could do to keep himself from slobbering all over the place. He coughed, trying to clear his throat, as well as his mind while he considered her question. It should have been simple and easy to answer, but strangely, he was finding himself rather tongue tied at the moment.
Well, at this precise moment, I am feeling kinda, well, no other way to put it that stupid. I think it was the pain pills ole' Rocky gave me. He stood up and started to trod around the room, hoping that the movement would help to clear his head a bit. He circled around the room before he came back to where he started, feeling a bit better. Maybe he should have eaten before he came, or at least had a little something with the pills. No, there is no need to trouble yourself with me. You know, in all honestly, I feel bad now, for taking your coin. I should be the one paying you for this glorious mane I now have. You, my Dear, could make a small fortune.
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Post by Tigeress on Jul 30, 2008 23:07:14 GMT -5
Besaba twirled a strand of bubblegum pink mane around in her fingers thoughtfully. Yes those pain pills would do it, especially if Rocky was as smart as he seemed to be, he probably didn't skimp the poor man and gave him some rather potent stuff. If he hadn't been eating and drinking very regularly it would be taking a while to wear off and hitting him harder in the meantime. However, she didn't say this aloud, merely nodding her head and considering things for a moment.
"It is indeed, I'd bet money on it. He obviously gave you some quality stuff." She remarked with a slight smirk. Placing her hands on her hips, she tried her hardest not to laugh at the feline's sudden guilt trip. He seemed to think that what she'd done had been a guaranteed hit with no chance at a miss. She wouldn't correct him, let him think that she'd perfected the formula before testing it on him and therefore he somewhow didn't deserve to be paid.
"Money isn't too tight at the moment, and I have been gathering a bit of a fund from this side endeavour... I've met some higher up people if you will, and impressed them with my work." Whereas most would be bashful about the compliment, Besaba was fully willing to display her achievements proudly. She had connections! Kind of. In that two Kings and a Jack had purchased different hair formulas from her, one instance being easily the funniest in her mind, pranks always made her happy inside.
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