Foster

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

Meanwhile:

Twombley, or Mr Robertson as he was generally called by those that didn't know him too well; Tommy-boy by those that probably knew him a bit _too well;_ was working diligently on his latest project, in his dank basement with his tools laid-out neatly on the workbench, stooped over his masterpiece in the dim light as he heard someone fumbling with the locks upstairs.

He heard the door open, but just needed a few more critical seconds to work. If he was quiet, maybe they'd check the basement last...

As he heard the footsteps fade into the distance to check the upper rooms, calling his name as it went. That thinly-vieled politeness of a hitman trying to lure their targets out of hiding always seemed to achieve the exact opposite effect. He fought the urge to run from his hiding-place, working was quieter, finishing this project may be the only thing that could save him at this point...

Then he heard the steps coming down the stairs. Slow, cautious. Sebastian knew better than to rush through his house or risk being blindsided around any of the next corners, especially since he knew he was drawing close.

"Twombly Robertson. Miss Khalil would like to see you now." The tiger said, sounding a bit annoyed at being sent on this errand just because Aerin's date couldn't be bothered to watch the time whenever he worked, but also being thankful to be out and actually doing something non-criminal today, "What are you working on this time?" Sebastian asked, his curiosity finally getting to him.

In the dim light, Twombly held up a fistful of streamers, all brightly colored, on the ends of each streamer dangled an obscenely sharp blade, throwing-daggers. "I figured out a way to ensure her daggers always landed point-first on her targets. The ribbons also tuck neatly into their own scabboards."

Sebastan sighed, hoping this little project would be enough to please Aerin despite his tardiness, for both their sakes; as he escorted him out to a black SUV waiting outside.

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

Name: Twombly Robertson | Gender: Male | Furry Species: Maned Wolf

appearance

Height: 6' 1" not counting ears
Weight: 143 pounds

Personality: Scheming practical jokester

Biography: Merchant, smuggler, scavenger, tinkerer. Twombly is many things, but as far as organized crime goes, if there's something wrong or missing from your kit: Twombly can either fix it or find a replacement for it, for the right price of course.

Inventory:

Saiga Tigr-9 Bullpup, "Grizzly Bear"

295 gr AP, 9.3x53R, 20 rds

AKS74UN "krinkrovata"

recoil spring stiffened to provide a smoother constant-recoil, and a greater rate of fire of 900 rds/min

Shovel, gas mask, gloves, boots, pack, duct tape, other tools, etc..

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

If you could only have one Krinkrovatas, should be fine to post in Character Tab.

@VKAllen

Clem!

I suppose I could have him just wield it alongside the Grizzly.

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

@VKAllen

Name: Twombly Robertson | Gender: Male | Furry Species: Maned Wolf

appearance

Height: 6' 1" not counting ears
Weight: 143 pounds

Personality: Scheming practical jokester

Biography: Merchant, smuggler, scavenger, tinkerer. Twombly is many things, but as far as organized crime goes, if there's something wrong or missing from your kit: Twombly can either fix it or find a replacement for it, for the right price of course.

Inventory:

Saiga Tigr-9 Bullpup, "Grizzly Bear"

295 gr AP, 9.3x53R, 20 rds

Dual "krinkrovatas"

Shovel, gas mask, gloves, boots, pack, duct tape, other tools, etc..

Tales from The Watering Hole (A Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries )

'Suuuuup?

A Heart Frozen (Ebonfort)

Chartose winced as he felt Ezzemara's fingers slide up his waist, tucking themselves under the metal collar before tearing it off from him in one solid tug, she was offering freedom to run off into the night and disappear. It was an offer he refused, shaking his head as he leaned up against the giantess's chest in an effort to sit upright, "Chains aren't necessary, to earn my company. Besides, it's already too dark out to go looking for people alone."
He pulled-out a flask of honey-flavored ale, brewed back in Green Falls, and offered the pittance of a drink to the hostess. "It's not much, but it's some of the finest ale in Ebonfort."

It was then he remembered, or rather, was reminded, that he was forgetting something. He'd already summoned Becker once, and he hadn't practiced nearly so much with calling-out a mark as he did summoning with an effigy... in fact, not at all... He closed his eyes and concentrated, recalling what Tricia looked like, trying to discern where her consciousness was hiding upon his hide, and finding a place to put it in the space around him... Outwardly, it looked as though he was having a bit of gas.

But nevertheless, he was eventually successful in bringing an extremely energetic and curious Tricia back out into the world. Her first oddity to explore being Ezzemara. Chartose mentally scolded his longtime traveling-companion to remember to keep her claws retracted when treading upon their host's flesh as she sniffed and inspected the first frost-giant she'd ever met.

Chartose gave a moment to let the two calm-down from their surprise, "Ezzemara, this is Tricia. She's a scream-raptor from the southern Chartic forests, I didn't figure too many are seen up here, and she did sort of want to meet some of the northerners and how they lived."

At the last bit, Tricia curled her neck back to give Chartose a good scolding before giving her otherwise undivided attention to Ezzemara and the lattice-rafters overhead, access she found by climbing the chain that previously held Chartose.

"So if you're so lonely here, then what is keeping you from traveling by my side if I offered you the chance?" He finally asked, since he could tell she was feeling pretty miserable on top of a simple case of loneliness.

Elemental Legacy Reboot(Closed)

Kailu's wing twitched as he heard his name being called by a student, just as he was about to escape and... help Idris deal with their mutual problem. He turned and saw it was the forest-mage, asking about accommodations for her boyfriend.

"As long as he does not interfere with the studies of any of the other mages, and with their permission, he can bunk with his choice until more permanent accommodations can be arranged..." He leaned-in towards Trill, then Mira, making sure to get a good look at them before going-on, "As you both saw, Idris does not approve of loitering in the hallways."

He then resumed his more reposed posture, and sighed at mention of a lesson plan. "Do not be in such a hurry to rush your teachers into a frenzy. We sent many invitations, and I'm sure more than a few have had their personal reservations against coming here, we were not certain of some of our students coming," he then pointed at Trill "others have been quite unexpected... Although you do show potential..." He trailed-off, mulling some thoughts to himself before realizing the two were still there, expecting more of an answer.

"First assignment: get accustomed to, and remain aware of your surroundings. Learn your surrounding now will make you better able to tell when something is wrong. We'll get back to you on further assignments when you can. Oh, and please tell the other students that their task will be to write a report on their room-mate."

The Three Kings (High Casual)

iirc, you're still with Joy.

A Heart Frozen (Ebonfort)

Chartose slid hard into Ezzemara's thigh, falling into the frost-giantess's lap as she explained where their food had come from and kindly introduced herself.

After a pause, trying to remember whether or not he'd forgotten his manners earlier, he decided to introduce himself, at least formally "Chartose Treeshredder, pleasure to make your acquaintance." He stated, as he sat-up in Ezzy's lap and ate, listening to the rest of her story before nodding, noting the fact that he was chained to the rafters and how she seemed more than a little confident that his friends would be away for quite some time.

"Then I guess you'll be needing another mountain trader. We've also got those refugees that we need to find homes for, too." He said, having his own doubts that his friends would so easily be killed-off, as over the course of the past several months, he'd seen these people survive more harrowing experiences than he'd seen in his life previously.

"But no hurry. I'm sure there's plenty for them to do around here until everything is settled." he admitted, patting a paw on Ezzemara's leg.

The Three Kings (High Casual)

Adrian was slow to get out of Jossie's way as she searched for her bed, causing the two to fall back upon each other; with the girl perched precariously on his lap and kissing her boss while he came back to his senses.

"Did you.. just..." Adrian started to ask, only to be cut-off with Jossie's flustered response,

"I was curious!" she cried in her defense, as she fell off his lap.

Amused, he pulled Jossie back upon his lap and nuzzled her head, "Are you still curious?"

Joslyn's first response was for her face to turn beet-red, before trying to form a string of words that resembled a nervous affirmation, only to be cut-off with a kiss upon her lips, a favor she returned in-kind.

When they finally parted for air, Jossie began to ask: "Um... what was that for?"

To which Adrian shrugged, "Curiosity." A look at Jossie's face told him he needed a better answer than that, with syntax, "Am I not allowed to be curious, too?"

"But, curious about what?"

Adrian just smiled, and kissed her again, "Trying to see how many times I can kiss you before we get bored of it."

"That happens? People get bored wi--" She began to ask, only to get cut-off with another, much deeper kiss.

Realizing there was probably a thing they were supposed to be doing before this, like mopping the bar-room floor, their lips [arted once more and Adrian said... -- seriously he said that? fine... --

"You know, there's a bed over there, it's probably more comfortable than this floor."

This was a statement Jossie should have reminded him was a complete tangeant to her duties as a responsible and trustworthy new waitress, and that she still had her shift to complete, but noooooo... "I... uh... yeah.... probably. Floors' really hard..." She agreed, only after glancing at the floor and pointing out the obvious... Miro should make a rule about not serving these girls alcohol... like, ever...

== Narrator sulks off ==

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- Narrator's post-script, just because the narration stopped, doesn't mean they stopped kissing -