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Post by Sabess on Jul 18, 2014 7:27:33 GMT -5
Evelyn Fox walked down the lonely, midnight street, a few snowflakes falling from the sky, so few in number and so slow they might as well not of been. Snow lined the streets. It wasn't anything to look at it, but it was noticeable. Evelyn pulled at her suitably snow-coloured coat, shivering. Similarly coloured clothes covered her otherwise cold hands, the only defense her hands had against the harsh winter. Long, white zip-boots stretched up barely past her knees, not exactly heeled, but raised at the back, almost unnoticeable. She pulled at her collar, lined with white fur, doing the same with her cuffs, lined with the same. Black leggings could barely be seen above her boots, her coat acting as a skirt, being long enough to do so, her leggings the only visible under-clothes she wore. She gazed up at the ragged apartment building she had come for, the windows boarded hastily with chipped wood planks. One of them pointed towards the ground, hanging by a single, rusted nail, the other seemingly have fallen out or simply not existing in the first place. Evelyn brushed a hand across her chest, checking to see if her... items, were still there. Six almost unnoticeable bumps were visible in her coat, a row of three slightly above another row of three. Evelyn reached into her coat, at an undeniably awkward angle, her fur collar riding up high enough to tickle at her neck. She pulled the bump out from her coat, looking at the potion now in her hand. Satisfied, she put it back where it belonged, smiling to herself. She patted the back of her thigh-high boots, the cold metal of the... Heckler and Koch... P7, was it? Evelyn couldn't remember completely. Loaded, with the safety on, just how she liked it. A seventh, quite literally invisible bump was in her coat, on the opposite side to the potions. A spare clip. Satisfied everything was in order, Evelyn continued, approaching the run-down building. Supposedly, there was a gun-fight going on, right in that very apartment. It was clear it'd died down by now, or are least, their hadn't been any shots since she got in earshot. Perhaps one side had won, perhaps they'd both run, perhaps they were simply looking for each other. Evelyn's question was almost instantly answered as the sound of a gunshot rang through the air, Evelyn's ear twitching as it did. To her luck, Evelyn's hearing was immensely better than most, one of the many fox-like traits she still carried. Unfortunately, her eyesight wasn't anything to swoon at, another fox-like trait she held. Evelyn made her way inside the broken building, pinpointing the gunshot from there easily enough, seemingly from upstairs. To her dismay, there was at least six stories.
Meanwhile, on the other side of Fabletown...
Bullets flew, hitting both brick-walls. Futile. It had been going on like this for the past five minutes, the dark midnight alley being lit up like nothing. Everyone involved was sure that the Sheriff or some of his new dogs would be there soon. They had to end this quick, but neither party was going to give up. ((OOC Note: Basically, the idea is for some people to go to where Evelyn is, and for some people to go to this other place, in the alley. There doesn't have to be a specific number, just use your common sense. Say, there's two people where Evelyn is, and one at the alley, go to the alley and even it out. Doesn't have to be perfect though, just don't all go to the same place  . This is just due to the immense amount of people in the thread. The thread won't be like this all the time, but will in many cases, though we'll constantly be swapping what characters are with who etc, and we will have several instances where we're all together (For example, after both of these current events are over, we'll all be meeting up.) For those of you that haven't finished your characters, don't worry, you can either go ahead and join in anyway (If you're sure about your basic history, and know enough about you character to do so, though you'll still have to post a full backstory later) or simply wait, there'll be plenty of time for catching up once we all meet up. This intro is just too introduce some of the characters, both to each other and in general, so if you miss it you can simply shake hands with the others once it's over, or come in late to it. Either way works. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2014 10:25:06 GMT -5
The Winged Chariot Jewellers, Queens
Friday November 3rd, 2014
The door was locked. Just like the old man said it wouldn’t be.
Wet snow spattered a sideway with enough broken glass on it to match the diamonds on a snake’s back. The alleyway behind the shop groaned with gunfire, playing the chorus of the night along with the outraged shouts of local residents and a few impotent carhorn honks. The wail of police siren was noticeably – and strangely – absent. Peering above his scarf, the ragged little boy peered into the dimly lit Jewellers. A bad light bulb flickered threateningly from behind a jade glass lampshade, whilst a row of half-fixed clocks made for some scary silhouettes. The Winged Chariot was creepy, no question. But right now, as the bullets’ wail became ever louder, it seemed like the safest place to be.
BZZT.
The kid’s chubby finger pudged against the intercom button. There was a brief shuffle of activity inside the dimly lit Jewellers, before the talky box crackled with the immortal words:
“Are you fuckin’ serious?”
It had begun to snow. The boy was wearing a torn t shirt with old ketchup stains with pants that weren’t much better, and peeked at the world from inbetween a thick knitted woollen scarf and a mop of black curls. He was tired. He was cold, and his exposed knees were scabby. This was supposed to be simple, but gunfire still roared from the alley, and now it was beginning to snow. You don’t get more fucking serious than that. Eyes bulging and lip curled, the boy steadied himself and withdrew a matchbox from his frayed pocket. He popped the lid and held it delicately near the intercom.
“Open up.” A crisp female voice crackled into the airwaves.
“Huh? Who the fuck are you?”
“Where’s Time?”
“Oh, so now you getting existential on me bitch?” Another gunshot rang. “Jesus, that was THIS close from my fucking balls!”
“FATHER Time. He called in the shooting. Is he okay?”
“Oh is THAT right?” the voice sneered. “Well too bad. It’s past his bedtime. Fuck off.”
Could be a mundie, could be an idiot. Either way this is getting me nowhere, thought Tink.
The boy’s matchbox bulged at the sides, then something like a moth fluttered upward under a streetlamp’s glow. With the skill of a seasick fly, it cartwheeled its way into the window of an unoccupied building and with a single beat of its wing, glided onto the ledge overlooking gunsmoke alley.
Bigby said be direct.
A powerful cascade of twinkling light roared into the alley like a psychotic moonbeam, lighting up every crack and crevice in the old brick wall for a brief shining second, before fading back into nothing.
Ms Bell’s voice rang out amongst the stifled confusion
Nobody move! This is an official Fable Town investigation!”
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salamander
Newborn
Eh, I thought Frozen was alright.
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Post by salamander on Jul 18, 2014 16:11:42 GMT -5
"I live without bread and I live without water... long where from no where, wishing I was somewhere..." Asesino sung the song quietly as he walked down the snowy sidewalk. He shivered. His hand found it's way into the coat pocket and pulled out a pack of Gunsmoke cigarettes. He pulled one out and lit it, puffing it to get it going. He didn't need to smoke, he just liked the heat, reminds him of his home. Gunshots rang out into the snowy night and a flash of bright yellow light appeared about a block away. Huh, wonder who that could be? Asesino didn't sleep much, being nocturnal, and his night wandering Fable town were often quiet, so you could say this was a nice change of pace.
Asesino picked us his pace, he suspected a fight would follow his arrival, but it was best he didn't jump to conclusions. Not that he didn't like to fight, he loved to fight. He just didn't like to kill, not fables anyway, livestock was fine. He rounded the corner, by this time he was jogging, by the time he started crossing the street to the shop, he was sprinting. He got closer and, seeing a boy, stopped. Great. Asesino puffed his cigarette, "Where is she?". The boy pointed to an alley behind the shop, Asesino rushed through it and turned the corner, unable to see anything past Fairy dust residue and smoke. I probably should keep quiet, thought Asesino. The Fairy'll probably want to handle this by herself. So he slunk into the shadows, faint red emitting from his eyes due to Glamour slowly wearing off, and he watched.
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Post by Zelus on Jul 18, 2014 16:47:05 GMT -5
“You know what I love about being human, Mrs Fluffles?”
On top of a roof sat the King of the Cats, with his legs dangling off the edge. A while fluffy cat sat next to him, watching the tuxedo clad man, pull out a can of tuna, as well as a can opener from his pocket.
“I can open these at a whim.” He grinned, swinging his legs a little.
Mrs Fluffles meowed, now staring at the can. Absentmindedly Tybalt started opening the can of tuna, and once it was opened, placed the can opener and the lid to the side. With two fingers he scooped out half of the can onto the roof for the cat that sat beside him, and began feasting on the rest.
“Ah… what a wonderful snack,” Tybalt purred. “Don’t you agree, darling~?” he asked, reaching over and giving his companion a scratch behind the ear. He beamed a smile as she looked up at him before he turned back to the can. As he gazed around at the snow that dusted the rooftops and the street below he bit his lower lip with his fangs. “There’s more to come yet, Mrs Fluffles, perhaps you should head home for the evening. I shouldn’t require your services; the alley cats will be enough until the morning.”
Mrs Fluffles meowed in response, finishing her tuna before turning around and disappearing down a fire escape, leaving Tybalt to stare into the city streets at the people below.
It was a while before he did anything more, than just watch and listen, but as he heard gunshots his ears twitched. “Oh dear, it seems someone’s in trouble…” Tybalt silently placed the empty can beside him and stowed the can opener within his tux as he prepared to leave.
Climbing up onto the roof, Tybalt began jogging across the rooftop, before leaping across the small gap to the next building, heading off in the direction of the sounds. He didn’t want to get too close, close enough to see what was going on, but not close enough to put him in harm’s way. Tybalt ran across the rooftops, getting closer to his destination. Where he couldn’t leap to, he hopped down, dropping from signs of fire escapes, and climbing back up whenever he needed to. Soon he heard the gunshots get louder, it was clear he was close by.
Before him now stood a run down, decrepit old building, which was six stories high. His eyes, empowered by the darkness scanned the building for the flash of lights. If any more shots were let off, he’d see it… That was unless they were on the other side of the building. He was stood on the edge of the nearest building, gazing into the windows. It was then he noticed someone close to the building, with what looked to be a firearm. “Hm. Law Enforcement purrhaps?” he asked himself, before lowering himself slightly on the roof and leaning over the edge to get a better look.
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Salvahkiin
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My Siren's name is Brick, and she is the prettiest.
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Post by Salvahkiin on Jul 19, 2014 3:07:04 GMT -5
Arthur Pendragon sat at the top of the first few steps in the building, watching out, making sure nobody would come and get themselves hurt. He saw, and heard, the door open, and behind it was a woman, he had not seen her before, or if he had, could not remember her face.
The once-King stood, and walked down, confronting the woman.
"Excuse me, m'lady, but there's a gunfight going on, do you have urgent business?"
Arthur stood next to her, making sure that she understood that she could indeed go up, Arthur was no member of law enforcement, but he didn't want people going and getting themselves injured.
"If you must go up, at least let me accompany you."
Arthur began moving, but abruptly stopped.
"I am Arthur, and you?"
Arthur felt the inside of his jumper, his .44 Magnum still there. Good. He didn't know if this woman was armed. He made sure he was, at all times. Concealed carry licenses were great. Firearms in general were great.
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Post by Court Baron Butters on Jul 20, 2014 12:24:52 GMT -5
((OOC: A little birdie told me we're skipping Meta))
It was a routine carried out countless times before, a tall slender man stalking the midnight streets would go door to door, and plead to residence to let him in. 'I'm being chased by a mad man, please let me in!' he would say, the residence showing empathy would allow the desperate man into their homes, offering blankets, and water. The fools wouldn't realize that when they turned their backs the demon would sneak into the rooms of their children, drag them out of the house, torture them, and then drag them to hell.
The task had become more and more demanding since he arrived in New York, and lost Saint Nicholas. Before the duo could go to every house in the world, and rid it of all the naughty children, Saint Nicholas new which children were, and were not naughty...Now, Krampus just has to use his judgment, and he's not very good at that, he now can only do about a block (if that) in a night, the exhausting task requires far to much energy now.
This night Krampus had arrived a little late to the block it was only his first house, he knocked frantically on the door, and as he waited for a response he noticed a bead of sweat run down the front of his face, by the time it got to his nose it had already froze. "How can it be this cold already?" he asked himself. He flicked the now crystallized structure from his straight human nose.
Nobody had answered for quite a while, he almost gave up, when he heard gun fire in the distance, he knew now why nobody wanted to answer their doors tonight, his face wrinkled, eyebrows shrunk, and turned into a 'V' He ran towards the source of the noise to end it. He was on the opposite side of the street of the building called the 'The Winged Chariot Jewellers' his hand moved slowly down to the whip on his hip, another shot rang out into the cold winter air, with more, and more guns blaring from the fight it became clear there were to many people to take on at once, at least with a whip, so he let go of it as he realized there was nothing he would be able to do, he looked around and sat at a bench that was right next to him, if he couldn't participate, he could at least see how things played out.
Krampus sat down, grabbed a newspaper from the trashcan, and began reading.
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ThreeDawg
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Voice of the Wastes
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Post by ThreeDawg on Jul 23, 2014 12:44:09 GMT -5
Tara, one of the greener recruits to Bigby's private army, was sat conversing with a Troll. A refuse can burned bright between them as each party sat with their arms wrapped around their bodies against the biting cold of the New York Winter. Now the Troll had built in immunity to this sort of weather and Tara was born and raised in the icy kingdom of Ultima Thule. The Troll knew her as Little Heidi for that was the story she had crafted for him. He, like her and 'Little Heidi' had once been a resident of Ultima Thule and the two had quickly bonded over fond memories of frozen lakes and pine forests blanketed in snow. Of the many beautiful bridge-houses that were built by Trolls and traveled by Humans, Dwarves and other beings.
But their conversation had grown icy, for Tara had asked the make-or-break question: "Do you know where I can get a cheap glamour?" and the Troll had since been dodging the question.
Now Tara didn't personally think she needed a glamour, but many Fables and Mundies held such stock in personal appearance these days that she had been able to ask the question without seeming so... Stupid. As far as the Troll knew, Heidi was in need of a glamour supply to help her get a job and off the streets - for even many Fables didn't appreciate her face on the store front. Hopefully the Troll would be stupid enough to fall for that.
He wasn't that stupid. "Why wud you wan' a glamerr?" slurred out the Troll in his characteristic dimwitted manner. "Yer not tha' bad. Ah seen uglaler Mungys dan you!"
Tara smiled at the compliment, and not just to keep in character. Such compliments, even as small as that, were far and few between since she'd given up her Other Life. "Thank you, Odred, but I don't feel like that... I feel... Put down, all the time. Y'kn-" Her heartfelt monologue was abruptly cut short by the sound of renewed gunshots from the run down six-story apartment building across the street. The Troll grumbled at the noise, a sound not unlike two stones making love against each other. Tara looked up to her companion and decided her conversation was getting nowhere, that she could always find him again and grill him on any contacts he may have with the illegal glamour circuit. "I don't feel safe here Odred, not with the gunfire. I'm gonna head off. I know this nice rooftop garden I can rest in until morning."
The Troll raised one of his warted eyebrows at her as she got up to leave. "Wha' my alley not gud enuff for you? Suit self Heidi, I go to Underpass anyway. Find nice Troll girl. Curves in all places." the Troll finished with a wink and making a large circular motion with his hands. Tara couldn't help but stick her tongue out in a disgusted "Bleugh" to which the Troll simply let out a short laugh. With that Tara stood up, tugged her hoodie close around her face and with hands in pockets walked towards the building she had heard the gunfire from. As she reached the street, she veered left as if to make the Troll believe she were simply going to walk that way. She knew where the Underpass he mentioned was, a frequented place beneath a bridge that Trolls simply adored. A home away from home for Trolls, all the better it be under a bridge. Luckily it was in the opposite direction to this street so the Troll would have no reason to follow her as she made her way to the back alleys of the six story building.
To a door that had already been left open..
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Post by Sabess on Jul 26, 2014 20:19:23 GMT -5
((OOC: Endi has the next 24 hours to post before he's skipped.
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Post by Endicott on Jul 26, 2014 20:37:49 GMT -5
Charon was sitting in a public toilet, curled up in a corner, twisting the lid of his flask of scotch open and closed, desperately trying not to delve down that old familiar path. A troll walked into the room, looking as though he'd had one too many. Charon knew this troll, back from when he was in rehab, but the troll didn't seem to remember him.
"Darrh... wha' yuwr' duin' on der' flooor... heheh... *cough* Urrrrh... I gwot ta' go bow... bwye..!"
Charon didn't answer, opened the flask of scotch and poured the bitter-sweet amber liquid into the urinal. On that note, he stood up and left, walking down the street. It was dark out, and cold too; even the underworld hadn't been this cold. It was a little late, so Charon decided he'd stay at the bar overnight, just like he had done many a time. He turned around and went back in, wiping the cold snowflakes off of his torn, ripped-up old shirt. It seemed like an odd refuge for someone who no longer drank... or at least pretended to. This wasn't the nicest part of town either, but he was always welcome.
"I'll have a water..."
The barman nodded and gave him what must've been the dirtiest glass he'd set eyes on in a while; the crack seemed to have some kind of mold growing in it the there were brown stains on the outside... nevertheless, he drank it and kept quiet. If only he could say the same for outside... The sound of gunshots and fighting rang out through the night, like fireworks or the sound of the shrieks of those who didn't have the coin to use the riverboat. Charon contemplated going outside, but thought that it would soon pass and turn out to be nothing. Minutes later, the firefight continued, and Charon stepped outside the bar, heading for where the shots appeared to coming from...
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Post by Sabess on Jul 28, 2014 21:51:12 GMT -5
Evelyn jumped as the man approached her, reaching for her gun for a moment before realising that he meant her no harm. Evelyn thought for a moment a she introduced himself, putting together the pieces of where he was, how calm he seemed, his name, his "m'lady", realising that he was some sort of Fable. She didn't voice this discovery, instead extending a gloved hand to shake his. "Evelyn. Evelyn Fox." She said, nodding, and after she had gotten her response, she moved towards the stairs, taking out her gun and pulling back the slide and taking off the safety.
"You're free to accompany me, Arthur, but don't get in my way." She told him, looking around the corner, seeing the back of a man seemingly holding a gun forward. She gritted her teeth, staying hidden for now, thinking of what to do. "Just fuckin' give up already, you twats!" A voice echoed through the broken hallways, Evelyn's ear twitching a little, getting a decent idea of where the voice came from, certainly from one of the rooms past the man with his back turned.
Evelyn patted one of her potions, taking it out of the snow coloured coat, inspecting it for a minute before hesitantly unscrewing the lid and downing it, comfortable with her conclusion that Arthur was indeed a Fable. Her nails sprouted into thin, black claws, her teeth turning sharp and some longer. Orange fox ears sprouted from her hair, highlighted with bits of white fur, parting her hair a little. A tail sprouted from under her coat and clothes, coloured the same as her cat ears, before another, and another, soon a total of nine tails had sprouted under Evelyn proudly, coming down from her strange mixture of a skirt and coat.
She looked at Arthur, flicking her head towards the hallway, as if to ask for help, should he want to give it. Before either of them could respond, however, a new woman was at the door. Evelyn looked at her for a moment, muttering a quick "Oh shit" should she be a munde, realising she had forgot to close to the door. She stared at the woman, not sure what to say.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2014 17:26:39 GMT -5
As every boy and girl knows, fairy light explodes with a high pitched zipping sound not dissimilar to a full scale played on a xylophone. After that, the only audible sound in the alley was the gentle hum of tiny wings beating. Tink landed on a trashcan. She dusted the lint off her leaf-green miniskirt, squinting desperately through the dust. Frustratingly, Fairy Eyes were not immune to the irritant of their own dust. There was a blotchy sliver of man-sized silhouette lodged between two dumpsters, but given how damn dusty it was, it could have been an amusingly shaped stack of garbage bags.
Footsteps clicked against the ground. Moving away, moving above. There were simply too many of them to track. Maybe that was the point. It was a killer distraction all right; whoever staged these fireworks were already hauling tail before the big finish. Bastards. Tink's fist started to sparkle like the poked embers of a dying fire, preparing for another blast but then the dust cleared. And so begins our tale...
An old man lay between the dumpsters. Were it not for the awkward crooked angles of his arms and legs, he might have been sleeping. It was a leathery raisin of a face, hidden within the lush wires of a long greying beard. The greasy apron said "repair work" whilst the purple tie die shirt screamed "hippie" and God knows what the black PVC pants were trying to say. But the veiny old arms, lined with more wrist-watches than most people wear in a lifetime, told the story clear enough to any Fable old enough to listen. This was Father Time. Dead. Another story over. Another name to erase from the books.
"Fucking fuck," muttered Tink, other sentiments seemingly escaping her. There was probably all sorts she could learn from the body, but the footprints had stopped. The Fairy wondered if the perpetrators had fled the scene, but there really hadn't been enough time. Besides, this was a story now. Nothing was going to be simple ever after for a good long time. With no other option, Tink sighed and did the only thing she could do.
"Get your ass out here, hombre" Ms Bell raised her voice to the red-eyed creature in the shadows without looking up. "You don't want to start a story hiding in the shadows. People will talk."
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Outside the Winged Chariot Jewellery store, the grubby little kid known to some as the True Believer sat a bus stop waiting for his boss. He kicked a can happily. So happily, that he lost control and nudged the thing in the direction of a man with a whip on his hip, engrossed in a paper. The child smiled apologetically at the stranger, pleading for the can back without saying a single word.
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salamander
Newborn
Eh, I thought Frozen was alright.
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Post by salamander on Jul 29, 2014 19:38:34 GMT -5
Asesino frowned slightly in the shadows, how could she tell he was there? She couldn't have heard him over all the racket she was making or see come in because of the smoke and fairy dust. The shadows seem to enfold him so she couldn't have seen him after it all cleared, she didn't even look this way. Asesino sniffed....sage. Damn, his cigarettes gave off a strong aroma of burning sage, and it seemed to cling to him. Asesino made a mental note to never smoke in situations he doesn't want to be found. Asesino stepped out of the shadows,the faint red light in his eyes disappearing, light pouring onto his brown, slightly wrinkled face, an easy going smile greeted the flustered fairy. "Ah,Señora Bell, was it you causing all this commotion?" asked Asesino casually, as if he didn't know.
He disregarded her comment of rumors, Once Upon A Time he was proud of his ability to sneak through the night, but he was less skilled at that due to his glamour. Humans were clumsy, there was no finesse in their movements, and had he been hiding for his life, he would've transformed into his true form anyway.
He followed her gaze to the crumpled form between the dumpsters, his bright, friendly face, going dark at the sight of the body, the ancient face and absurd amount of watches confirmed that it was Father Time. He made the sign of The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. He wasn't actually sure if he believed in God, but he found the sign comforting. He took a step back and looked around, the killer (or killers) had scattered as soon as the Fairy let out her Fairy dust explosion. His sensitive ears picked up a can rolling,and frowned. Probably nothing. "Want me to call it in?" he asked.
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Post by Zelus on Jul 30, 2014 11:56:06 GMT -5
“Oh?” Tybalt asked, as he noticed another approach the woman below. A man no doubt. “I wonder what he is doing…” the cat wondered as he stared calmly. He couldn’t see or hear what they were talking about, but he assumed it was the activity in the floors above. Tybalt decided to keep his distance for now, and remain an observer for now.
As the two entered the building, Tybalt smirked. “This gun fight could get a lot more bloody, purrhaps I can buy myself a favour…” As the king rose to his feet, he looked across at an iron pole arch across the street, connecting the other side with wires attached to it. It was rusted, but it could hold his weight. At least he was pretty sure that it could. As he walked over towards it, he gingerly placed one foot upon the arch. With another step, Tybalt was on the arch. As his weight came upon the arch, it groaned as if in pain.
There was a short look of nervousness on the man’s face as he took his first steps, but it soon went back to confident. Like a tightrope walker, Tybalt walked across the archway, heading across to the not-quite abandoned building.
Beneath him, another person moved across the street. Although Tybalt had noticed, he was focusing on moving to the building. Once he was over, he took a curious look towards the ground, but whoever it was, was already inside.
Now on the ledge of the building, the gun fire was a lot louder, and he could hear what was going on. After lowering himself as much as possible, Tybalt, began moving along the ledge to the window. After a few cautious steps, and then moving to his hands and knees, Tybalt was at the window. Leaning forward, he peered around the corner, and peered into the window. He bit on his lower lip slowly, revealing his fangs just slightly as he wondered what to do. It was unlikely that the window was locked, so he could slowly open the windows, and sneak inside. That would expose him, and if he was noticed, he’d probably end up with a few bullets to the chest. Or he could bang on the window and distract the people inside, and then give the lawmaker’s their chance to strike. He was ready for what; he just needed to keep an eye on the situation, waiting for his chance. If there were hostages, he could perhaps, end up getting them killed… And that wasn’t exactly the best behaviour of a king, even if they weren’t exactly his people.
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Salvahkiin
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My Siren's name is Brick, and she is the prettiest.
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Post by Salvahkiin on Jul 31, 2014 1:11:48 GMT -5
"You're free to accompany me, Arthur, but don't get in my way."
"I wouldn't dare to, my lady."
"Just fuckin' give up already, you twats!"
Arthur's head twitched to the side, indicating he had indeed noticed the voice, but was not going to pay it any mind. He had intended to follow Ms. Fox.
Soon after, Evelyn Fox had consumed a potion, one that partially let her use fox form. Instead of shock, Arthur quickly made the conclusion that she was a fable, like him. Really, there was no other conclusion.
Then the other woman entered the room.
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Post by Sabess on Jul 31, 2014 2:26:05 GMT -5
((OOC: Will have to ask you to expand your post a little Sal. Sorry.
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. This is just due to the immense amount of people in the thread. The thread won't be like this all the time, but will in many cases, though we'll constantly be swapping what characters are with who etc, and we will have several instances where we're all together (For example, after both of these current events are over, we'll all be meeting up.)
