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Post by The Jenn on Aug 5, 2010 23:05:32 GMT -5
Sometimes Jak slept like a log. Sometimes he didn't. And when he didn't, the Outer Bazaar usually proved one of the best places to prowl. In no way safe and he would never want one of his family out around their home at night, but the Joker felt confident enough in his own familiarity with the area and its denizens to prowl unafraid. Or rather, dumpster dive unafraid. People threw away so many wonderful things! Wonderfully magical things. Or even just plain old things that could become wonderful in the eyes of a child. His daughter had many of her toys because of his luck in the garbage. He riffled, ruffled, rustled, and dug his way through a pile behind one of the permanent structures in the Outer Bazaar. Many items were found, inspected, and discarded. Others were placed aside for further investigation in the comfort of his home. He tried to stay quiet so as not to disturb others' sleep, but every now and then a little noise was unavoidable. Or a lot of noise. That night, he wore the skin of a spiny Golfam porcupine to dissuade investigation into his activities. |
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Post by Kitty on Aug 6, 2010 2:18:06 GMT -5
[[ Pre-warning that Osias tends to swear a lot... ye have been warned <3]]  He needed air, space and some peace and quiet. There was just far too many bodies all in one space for his liking this evening, even the grand kids were there .... it was .... weird. Weird in that way that made him feel ancient and uncomfortable. Grandchildren, who would of thought he'd live long enough to meet any of those? He rummaged around in his pocket for a moment and found what he was looking for, a cigarette. He barely had any time to relax anymore so damn it all to the marsh and back he was having one. He lit it, tossed the match and continued down the alley at a casual pace. He wasn't as worried as he should have been in this part of the Capital but, well.... he'd been wandering around here for years and was pretty confident in his abilities to fend off any would-be harassers. A scuffle sounded pretty good actually, they always cleared his head pretty well and the adrenaline rush was always nice. And then there was a noise, which made his fingers itch to reach for the knife strapped to his ankle .... but no, that would be jumping the gun a bit tonight. It sounded like trash, which meant the one making the noise was some down on his luck, poor as dirt soul who didn't know any better then to come ot this part of town. The harmless variety that wet their pants when you held a blade to their throat. Ha, actually... those were pretty funny. He edged closer to the where the noises were coming from, taking great caution in making his steps as quiet as he could until he could peer around the corner. Bah.... Golfam? Really? What was the smelly bastard doing out of the muck? The hell do you think you're doing here, eh? |
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Post by The Jenn on Aug 6, 2010 8:24:57 GMT -5
A few trinkets looked promising, bits of garbage that were far less trashy than the rest. He could use them. Tabby could play with them. Maybe he could even give a piece or two to Mili for amusement. Could she use a soggy rag? Maybe if she washed it...
Intent on his rummaging, Jak nevertheless kept enough presence of mind in the dark alley to remain aware of his surroundings. The voice turned his head and had his little ears prick forward, flicking this way and that. Not species standard issue, but useful nonetheless.
Someone had just stumbled across him. Someone probably less than pleasant. Or simply less than happy.
He sat back on his haunches, alert for anything coming up behind him, and shrugged his spines into place. Perhaps the voice would show itself from around the shadowy corner if he asked?
"Digging. Loooooking for stuff. Loads of it in the garbage. What're you doing here?" Despite the mildly hostile phrasing, he said it in as chipper and cheerful a voice as he would in the daylight Bazaar.
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Post by Kitty on Aug 7, 2010 23:14:08 GMT -5
.... Or he could have given the creature far more credit then it had coming it's way. Unless of course this one had some weird speech impediment that he hadn't heard of that makes you sound ridiculously happy all the time. He almost shuddered at the thought, that sounded about as bad a plague as Aces.
He shoved his hands in his pockets and stepped around the corner, no longer making any attempt to be quiet; his boots softly tapped against the ground. Porcupine, porcupine .... he made mental notes to stick to the belly, face and limbs should this stranger start to become a source of amusement. Maybe he'd even take home a trophy? Hell, it'd been so long since he'd had the pleasure of amputating some limbs off someone.... hmmm. Choices.
I just might be looking for a little something myself. What's it to you?
He tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, but the rigidity of his stance probably gave him away. Although, as an after thought, he did kick in his diamond charm ability .... it'd been so long since it was last used he'd nearly forgotten about it. |
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Post by The Jenn on Oct 4, 2010 22:28:31 GMT -5
Ahh, a fellow denizen of the night. Or something like that. Weren't the after-hours crowd supposed to band together in some fashion? Jak grinned, the expression only slightly distorted on the face of a porcupine. The darkness would make it look a tad bit creepier.
"Nooothin'. Only maybe I can help? Just to be frieeeendly and all. You don't sound so bad. Not... not happy, but not bad. So. That's... sorta good. Right? Yeah. Heh." He giggled a little to himself and rolled a teensy bit tighter, his spines flaring. No sense in being stupid just because he wanted to help somebody. He was still alive after all this time. He had some survival instincts, and they weren't too shabby. Sometimes.
"I find aaaaall sortsa stuff in the garbage. Anything you're looking for in the trash maybe? Junk's only junk if you can't uuuuuse it. And sometimes you can. So it's not junk anymore. Heeeehehehe."
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Post by Kitty on Jan 7, 2011 14:15:42 GMT -5
He paused and arched one brow higher then he thought he ever had before. What.... in the hell.... was wrong with this person? He just stared at him for a moment, fingertips twitching a bit as he bit back on the urge to palm himself squarely in the middle of his forehead. No, that was a motion he almost exclusively used whenever he spoke to his eldest son, at least the eldest that he chose to knowledge. And, well, sometimes he wondered if that was such a good idea, Queen or not.... Morpheus wasn't exactly the type of child you gladly showed off.
Probably a lot like this one's parents.... that's probably why he was out here. They probably dumped him off here as the cheap alternative to the loony bin. Why, why was this world full of abominations to their families? He almost sighed, but figured it was a wasted gesture on whoever this was.
I'm not one for trash digging, I'm more of the type that... puts things there .... if you catch my drift.
Which he probably didn't... but... it might be, er .... interesting to see what the strange porcupine might say to that. |
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Post by The Jenn on Mar 15, 2011 21:49:34 GMT -5
Jak stared at the human blankly for a few seconds, his quills quivering as he tried to figure out what the man meant by that. Eventually he shrugged, causing a ripple effect down his back. "Huh. Guess you throw out a lot of good stuff then. I should say thaaaaaanks. Since I might find some of your trash. Heh. Hehe. Hee."
He wasn't getting overly good, uh, 'vibes' off the Lowlander. Nope. Not really. Kinda... kinda bad ones. Which was a shame. Again, not unhappy, per se. Buuuuut.
"Huh. You got any good tips on maaaaagic trash, then? That's the best kind. Like a Coooorvie dumpster. I found one of those. Once. It was aaaaawesome. You just wouldn't even... hehe, yeah. Yeeeeah. Good times. Doubt you put anything theeeere."
And it looks like his dumpster diving was effectively finished for the evening, at least in this location. The man didn't seem the type to leave him be to continue his search. Sigh.
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Post by Kitty on Mar 28, 2011 0:26:42 GMT -5
This had to be the most bizarre person he'd ever happened upon. He tilted his head to the side a bit and curled his lip up, to expose the bucked teeth of his, his face officially the picture of confusion. The.... hell?
That's definitely not Midori Green you're trippin' on ... what the hell are you taking?
A hallucinogen maybe? Or was he balls deep in a checkmate trip? Or, hell.... maybe those damn corvies made something new and this was there test subject? He honestly didn't know what to say, or think and that was a rare day indeed.
Er .... No. Don't know who'd be dumb enough to throw away magic pieces. Hell, you can make a pretty penny off them if you find some though.
He was torn between a few options on what exactly he could do right now. He could get the hell out of here and just swear this guy off as a drug addict, stick around for a bit and see where this might go or pretend to do the first and try and sneak around behind him to keep an eye on him and see if that proved to be interesting. Unfortunately, this one seemed a little too off kilter to be followed, he probably had some damn spell or item or who the hell knew that would find him. Damn it, he didn't like this feeling .... but he was fascinated at the same time. |
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Post by The Jenn on May 5, 2011 20:50:11 GMT -5
Still in a moderately defensive position, Jak cheered somewhat as the questions and words continued and no fighting or chasing happened. Good, good! This was good! He grinned and lightly itched his cheek against a quill.
"Ooooooh, huh... what? I don't have any Midori greeeeen." Unless he meant being able to turn into one. Which he didn't. They had lots of green. "Just taking the neato stuuuuff that I find. Not a lot of the good stuff yet, buuuut... you never know."
He hemmed and hawed over the next words. Then he just giggled a little and shook his head vigorously. "Nope, nope! No need to seeeell them. I eeeeat them. Or roll on them. Or ruuuuub against them. Sometimes sniff them. Only good things happen when you eat magical garbage. It's the baaaad and non-magical garbage that messes with you. Makes you sick. Puking sick. Pleeeenty of people are dumb enough to throw away magic. But finding... ooooh, finding them can be haaaard."
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