LegendaryWhisper
The Artist that hasn't slept in months
Zero leans over. "uhhh do you need help?" he asks. *drow curse what?* He pushed that thought to the back of his mind as he watched Dak.
Open RP - The Juice Bar
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Dak Throqutak
Member
A happy "yip" sounds from within Dak's backpack, and his reptilian tail wags like a dog's.
"Found them!" he says and emerges from his work with a meat hook and what looks like a clothes pin. He grins at Zero. "Just what I needed."
LegendaryWhisper
The Artist that hasn't slept in months
"and what do you plan on doing with that exactly?"
Dak Throqutak
Member
Dak starts tunelessly humming again. And with a careful yet deft motion, he places the clothespin over the nose of the body. "It's for him," he says. "Just in case he re-animates, he won't be able to smell anyone. So he won't go all chompy on us. Neat, huh?"
LegendaryWhisper
The Artist that hasn't slept in months
"I guess so." he shrugs. "I can't really judge you for doing what you do so knock yourself out."
Dak Throqutak
Member
Dak actually giggles (a sound not unlike a hyena on speed-laced helium). "Would you believe I've never actually done that? Knocked myself out, I mean. You'd think that with all the nogging-knocking junk-jacking widgets and whatchamacallits I've cobbled together that I'd get at least one? But honestly, the only concussion I ever got was when I leaned back too far in my chair at hatchling school and fell over! Yowza."
LegendaryWhisper
The Artist that hasn't slept in months
okay this guy is a few screws loose. He thinks to himself. "how many gadgets do you have in that bag?"
Dak Throqutak
Member
Dak curls his tail up and sits cross-legged in front of the body, occasionally poking it with a wrench he's taken from his tool belt. "Oh, lots. I paid a local wizard to turn my backpack into a bag of holding. Pretty good, being able to carry my workshop on my back. Kind of a nuisance when you lose something, though. Once I lost an egg I was going to have for breakfast, and it hatched into an axe beak. Stuck its head out and tried to peck me to death whenever I got near my own stuff!"
Wulf Canavar
"He flashed a knowing grin...."
Down the street outside the juice bar, a gray wolf padded along. On the other side of the street he saw a brightly lit sign, "Juice Bar!" It looked like a friendly place, well lit and clean. The sounds of friendly banter came to him from across the street.
But it was the scents lured him in. So many!
When the street was clear he trotted across to the door, hopping up onto the curb. When no one was looking he let himself in through the door, some way or other. Stepping to the side of the door to be out of the way, he paused for a bit, checking out the crowd here tonight, and taking in the sights. And of course, the scents.
-Wulf
But it was the scents lured him in. So many!
When the street was clear he trotted across to the door, hopping up onto the curb. When no one was looking he let himself in through the door, some way or other. Stepping to the side of the door to be out of the way, he paused for a bit, checking out the crowd here tonight, and taking in the sights. And of course, the scents.
-Wulf
Asassinator
My Final Form... Which Was My First Form :P
A hooded dog walks across the alley, feeling content after finishing his assignment. He glances at the glowing sign and was drawn to it. It reads “JUICE BAR”. Normally Aaron, the friendliest assassin around, would decline his urges and go home to have a rest. But after such a great day, he decides to go in.
Aaron was fascinated to see so many types of people in this tiny bar. But his eyes were set on one particular individual: Wulf, the person that’s ignored him Da Volpe’s Party. He goes to have a little chat.
“HEY WULF! About that soda I owe you...”
Wulf Canavar
"He flashed a knowing grin...."
Wulf gave Aaron a lift of the muzzle in greeting as he came in. He had to crane his neck to look up once the canine came closer, so he caught a nearby stool in his teeth and dragged it over. Then he hopped up his front paws on the stool putting the two at eye level with each other. Then the wild gray wolf spoke in perfect english.
"Oh yeah, sorry about that. But you know how it is with 'choose your own adventures.' Can only pick Goto Page 15 or Goto Page 48. Was hoping you'd say hello at some point." To the bartender, Wulf said, "Henry Weinhardt Root Beer, for me. Oh, and put it on this joker's tab." He gave a wolfish grin, mouth open, tongue lolling out.
"Oh yeah, sorry about that. But you know how it is with 'choose your own adventures.' Can only pick Goto Page 15 or Goto Page 48. Was hoping you'd say hello at some point." To the bartender, Wulf said, "Henry Weinhardt Root Beer, for me. Oh, and put it on this joker's tab." He gave a wolfish grin, mouth open, tongue lolling out.
Asassinator
My Final Form... Which Was My First Form :P
“Sure, I can roll with that” Aaron says trying out not laugh his face off at how cool this “wild” wolf is trying to be. They both sit by the bar awaiting the drinks to be served.
“What’s with the hood?” Wulf asks, “Some king of gangster?”
“Nah, you wouldn’t understand,” Aaron tries to change the topic. “About that soda...”
“Who cares about the damn soda?!” wulf demands to know, “We’re in a BAR, home of the alcoholics! I’ll take you offer some other time, for now, let’s have a REAL MAN’S drink!”
“What’s with the hood?” Wulf asks, “Some king of gangster?”
“Nah, you wouldn’t understand,” Aaron tries to change the topic. “About that soda...”
“Who cares about the damn soda?!” wulf demands to know, “We’re in a BAR, home of the alcoholics! I’ll take you offer some other time, for now, let’s have a REAL MAN’S drink!”
Wulf Canavar
"He flashed a knowing grin...."
Wulf chuckled, happy that Aaron gets the joke and sees the humor in it all.
But then the newcomer keeps putting words in Wulf's mouth. What kind of sorcery is this! Outrage!
::growl::
"I don't know how you're getting me to say the lines you write for me, but you'd better cut it out." He bared his teeth, leaned forward, and growled, about 5 inches from Aaron's muzzle.
When the subject of Aaron's cowl comes up, Wulf gives a "psh!"
"As if I don't see that on TV commercials ever other day man, come on now." He did grin at the combo of the cowl-wearing-soda-drinking canine. Now THAT was inventive!
But when Wulf for some reason succumb's to Aaron's words and actually asks for alcohol, the Bartender waves them off.
"Can't you read man? Kids and teens come in here, man." He pointed to a sign on the wall: No Alcohol On The Premises.
"Yeah, serve me up that root beer, would ya?" said Wulf. " Make it two for this joker. He obviously don't know what he's been missing."
(OOC - two things. It's really bad form to make choices for the other person's character, unless you've got their permission first. Cut it out. And didn't you read the point of this thread? Take a pause and go back and check it. On a positive note, I'm diggin' the RP, so don't take Wulf's irritation for mine. I'm good. But do adjust your RP.)
But then the newcomer keeps putting words in Wulf's mouth. What kind of sorcery is this! Outrage!
::growl::
"I don't know how you're getting me to say the lines you write for me, but you'd better cut it out." He bared his teeth, leaned forward, and growled, about 5 inches from Aaron's muzzle.
When the subject of Aaron's cowl comes up, Wulf gives a "psh!"
"As if I don't see that on TV commercials ever other day man, come on now." He did grin at the combo of the cowl-wearing-soda-drinking canine. Now THAT was inventive!
But when Wulf for some reason succumb's to Aaron's words and actually asks for alcohol, the Bartender waves them off.
"Can't you read man? Kids and teens come in here, man." He pointed to a sign on the wall: No Alcohol On The Premises.
"Yeah, serve me up that root beer, would ya?" said Wulf. " Make it two for this joker. He obviously don't know what he's been missing."
(OOC - two things. It's really bad form to make choices for the other person's character, unless you've got their permission first. Cut it out. And didn't you read the point of this thread? Take a pause and go back and check it. On a positive note, I'm diggin' the RP, so don't take Wulf's irritation for mine. I'm good. But do adjust your RP.)
Asassinator
My Final Form... Which Was My First Form :P
It’s the magic of a cocky 4th wall breaking dog who was feeling lonely.
(Oops, my bad. Sorry, Wulf)
Wow, I never knew you’d be that mad. Ok, ok! I’ll stop it!
Wow, I’m doing a LOT of things wrong today! My mistake!
You know, I’ll pay for next time too!
Asassinator
My Final Form... Which Was My First Form :P
Yeah, I saw Zen do it on Volpe RP. And being a stupid person who has no idea how RP works until they searched it up, I thought that was something casual people do. I’m very sorry Wulf.
Wulf Canavar
"He flashed a knowing grin...."
(OOC NP man, no problem! I was trying to show that Wulf's irritation isn't mine. I could tell, and in the Volpe RP she's getting a lot of leeway with other people's characters. In her case I think it's important for her to be able to move the story along and suggest how the plot should go. But if the person doesn't approve they can just write what they really want their character to do and they don't have to use what she wrote. I think in some other chats it's more accepted to say what other people's characters do. Oh, and also, there are some characters that non-player characters that really ARE available for anyone to write what they do. Like the bartender at this Juice Bar. You and I both could write conversations with our chataracters and put words in the mouth of the bartender. Better to keep the conversations going that way.
And seriously, I thnk your idea of an Assassin's Creed Anthro Canine is cool. Wulf is a BAD GUY (TM) usually, so he's rough around the edges.
You're doing fine man, thanks for understanding)
And seriously, I thnk your idea of an Assassin's Creed Anthro Canine is cool. Wulf is a BAD GUY (TM) usually, so he's rough around the edges.
You're doing fine man, thanks for understanding)
Wulf Canavar
"He flashed a knowing grin...."
With Aaron giving Wulf the respect that the absolutely VERY wild and VERY nasty gray wolf required, Wulf relented. He gave a 'that's better' nod.
"So hey man, where ya' from?
"So hey man, where ya' from?
Asassinator
My Final Form... Which Was My First Form :P
(Thank you! I’m still very new to this)
“Australia, but I learned to ditch the accent. Wasn’t a big fan of it, what about you tough guy?”
“Australia, but I learned to ditch the accent. Wasn’t a big fan of it, what about you tough guy?”
FlickerTheWolf
Huntress
She flinched slightly at his sudden appearance, but nodded. "Thank you. My name is Flicker." She stood and moved to the bar, studying a menu as she walked.
zyther kaldrok
the strange hyena
zyther would wake up on the floor seeing zhivago sitting on a chair next to him "fucking hell not again"
Wulf Canavar
"He flashed a knowing grin...."
Wulf tilted his head to the side, thoughtful. "You know, I hadn't thought about that before, actually. Let me think back for a minute."
He looked at nothing in particular for a bit, thinking back.
"I remember certain things, certain places. But I can't trace it back in a clear flow of places. Know what I mean? Like each one is separate somehow, not connected. And it's not like I have a place I can point to and say 'I was born here.'" He reaches up with a paw and scratches behind his ear. He shrugs. "Dunno."
"Ah well."
"Anyway, my favorite things to do are to hunt and chase. Guess that's not surprising." His tail wagged, and his ears perked up, thinking about it. "Yourself being canine, what about you? Want to go on a hunt sometime?"
"What do you like to do?"
-Wulf
Wulf Canavar
"He flashed a knowing grin...."
Wulf also noticed Lilwen the Ram and FlickertheWolf, but tried not to look Flicker's way too much. He was curious, but didn't want to be rude to Aaron who he was talking to.
-Wulf
Asassinator
My Final Form... Which Was My First Form :P
“Yeah it happens sometimes. Like those “secrets of the world”shenanigans!”
“I just go around serving the Creed, hunting down Templars. All that kind of stuff.”
“Sure thing. I got a big contract soon. Wanna come?”
Asassinator
My Final Form... Which Was My First Form :P
Aaron notices that Wulf isn’t paying very much attention, so he too looks at the general direction Wulf is looking, trying to root out the distraction.
He spots a ram Bartender and another wolf, Flicker.
“Hey Wulf,” he asks casually, “What’re you looking at?”
FlickerTheWolf
Huntress
Flicker looked around as she slid onto a bar stool, pushing back her fluffy grey hair. She ran a finger down the menu and nodded to herself, then set it down and leaned on her arms, watching people talking, drinking, and laughing joyfully. Her violet eyes slid to a shadowy table and noticed the occupants glancing at her