Hawlin

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That's unfortunate. :c
See ya around and thanks for letting us know.

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The clang of metal on the frame of the skiff drew Ahnciel's attention back to the man who quickly gained on him. Pulling his mask and goggles back up, his mind raced with ideas and intentions to jump off. His eyes narrowed as he fumbled with the pack, struggling to arm the crossbow while Azak was still out of reach. The pain in his shoulder proved to cause more trouble than he had hoped, the process slow even with the modified cocking mechanism. While sand and wind picked up, the Aylv slipped a bolt into place and looked up just in time to be met with the human bearing down on him.
A slightly muffled shriek of a roar rose from Ahnciel as the grip on his antlers were met with thrashing defiance. In the ensuing struggle, the crossbow went off, sending the bolt off into the dunes. "Give me a chance and I just may!" he barked, kicking at the armored man while being wrestled to the floor of the skiff, ears folding back in their hood-sleeves as Ahnciel reached for the shiv he'd freed himself with. In his haste, it'd been lost under in the cargo bags which he laid on.

The situation seemed to progressively worsen for the Aylv as a second skiff pulled up along side them, offering audience to his subjugation. "M-madam! Gah! Might I ask-!" He began, not above trying to trick the woman and those she was with into helping him. However, he was cut short by a bellowing roar from a beast who dragged themselves from the sand ahead of the skiffs.
Though Ahnci could hear it, his angle was less than ideal to get even glimpse of what made the sound. "I can help, Azak!" He hissed, though still insisting on struggling.

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I may have to disengage from the sand skiff idea for the sake of posting. TommyToledo doesn't seem very active.

(MxM) First contact / ET sorta thing

The post is a mess, but I can clear up and explain whatever would be a question.

Also, bump!

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Kinda waiting on agent, but he's having rl issues with internet.

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Bump?

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

Certainly interesting.

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The more Rose tried to encourage the group of their safety with her around, the less assured Luciel became. Although, his feelings were conflicted with her explanation of being a witch-hunter, but with it came its own implications that coincided with his knowledge of philosophy. A tall hill blanketed in flowers of emotions and concepts, most would distract themselves with the simplicity of those near the base of the sunny side without ever having climbed its nearly sheer face. The chimera was more concerned with the long shadows of the shapeless tree at the top which offered only the shade he was provided while being dragged up through the dead grass and rocks, eyes forced up into the drifting, discarded leaves.
Cryptic metaphors aside, Rose's words offered a layer of insight that fit with a few sayings and an empathetic speculation: Those who gaze into the abyss are doomed to have the abyss gaze back.

...but if the abyss gazes into you, can you resist taking even a glance?

Luciel blinked, shaking his head, finding himself daydreaming while they were on the approach to the cottage's front door. While it wasn't his first choice, he trusted the enigmatic woman's judgment. Perhaps a mixed blessing, they didn't need to even get within arm's reach before the door opened and an inviting voice encouraged them to come inside.
It was arguably eerie that the door would open on its own with no hand at the knob, but the group seemed keen on accepting the invitation accompanied by rich aromas of food which were enough to lure Gish in. Luciel had been keen to follow, even forgetting about his own dinner plans before the woman hopped back out the door, surprising the chimera who nervously tensed a finger on the trigger.

The flutter of panic in his heart was unfounded as Gish began a strange ritual of wiping her feet in the grass before stepping back inside. Luciel listened to the apology before balancing on one foot to check the underside of his boots which admittedly had their own layer of grime and grit from all of the walking. Being confined indoors, the notion hadn't occurred to him that dirt could be tracked through a dwelling. The etiquette that went with wiping their feet off before entering someone else's home sounded obvious enough that Luciel felt silly for not doing so and almost making the mistake, as well.

It took a tiny bit more effort than flat-soled shoes, Luciel taking almost obsessive measures while discharging his crossbow to use the bolt for scraping even the tiniest bits off before stepping in after Gish. Chalk it up as another display of paranoia, though it came without thinking as the Chimera stepped in with crossbow in one hand and the bolt in the other. Ears standing up at the realization, he let the crossbow hang across his chest with the sling, returning the bolt to the quiver belted to his left leg and clipping the strap over it.
Manners, nervously tended to, compelled Luciel to compose himself in a friendly manner, though he wasn't used to being armed while indoors. It stirred a strange compulsion to stay on guard, though he composed himself respectfully as the woman introduced herself.

Luciel repeated the bow from before when introducing himself to the group, formal and rehearsed with little actual feeling to it. Taught to do it rather than mean it, the consideration was that it was simply the polite thing to do in showing respect...whether or not he meant it.
"Szank you for havink us, Madam Mimi" He said, easing himself back up and to the side, lingering awkwardly to the side of doorway during his introduction which mostly rode off of Gish's coattails. "I am Luciel" he continued, remaining where he was. Being invited was one thing, but actually entering the house was another since being indoors made him feel strangely out of place as if an invitation wasn't enough for him to feel welcome to simply walk about.
He shared in William's concern, but it was lost with the rest of the stressful thoughts swimming through his head which slowly caused him to shake after a moment of standing still. It all seemed unrealistically convenient, but Luciel had no experience or even rumors to go off of when it came to justifying his feelings.

"I-iz a nice home...but iz zeis not a dangerous place to live?" he asked, concerned if the farce of consideration for the woman composed as a question could work a bit of information from her. A reason for staying, a means of feeling 'safe' to live in a cave...if she knew anything about the spooky figures in her 'yard'; there were many questions, but the subtleties would have to suffice as a question for now.

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I guess its technically an autohit, though antlers mean so little to armor and I already got the 'ok' from Agent.

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Ahnci grunted as he sat back against Azak, ears standing up in surprise from the tug before gently folding back again. It was bad enough the locked device was put on him, being jerked around and called 'pet' was just rude and he'd likely be glaring daggers at the man for such disrespect if it wasn't for his gear. " I vould not be here if you simply left me alone!" he barked, giving the man a jab of antlers with the flick of his head and leaving another scuff in his chestplate. The tips of the antlers were a bit mushroomed at a few of the tips, a testament to similar efforts which would have normally been gouging into the human's ribs if not for their armor.
Though he knew the attack was in vain, it still helped Ahnciel feel better to lash out a bit.

By the time he looked back, the Aylv had lost sight of the kid. With a huff, he resolved himself to silence before the weight of the human's hand startled him, ears caught between the fingers of their keeper. They fluttered with indecision as he tilted his head to instinctively follow the hand before the fingers gripped around them to pull his head back.
Ahnciel yipped, reaching back to hold the hand and keep it from pulling any more before growling at Azak's words. "Your kind brought us upon themselves!" he hissed, tipping forward to pull the ears through the pockets in cloth, leaving Azak with a fistful of hood before catching another jab to the side of the helmet...dangerously close to the opening in his visor.

In the moment of the opening, the roar of an engine drew his attention to the rapidly approaching sand skiff. Though Ahnciel had never ridden one of the precious crafts, opportunity never looked more tantalizing.
The side of the Aylv's cloak billowed from a hand running up his thigh before a glint of steel flourished from the cloth, snipping the leash. The knife was jagged and inelegant, likely a chunk of armor beaten into shape with a rock and sharpened with a wrapped cloth handle, but it served its purpose well enough. Rolling off the side, he clung to the saddlebags while sawing off one which had what felt like particularly crossbow-like contents. The hasty task was messy, cutting the Yunik in the motion which caused it to buck enough to throw him off in the same motion of separating the bag.

How close his keeper was on his tail, it was tough to tell as Ahnciel was more concerned with throwing himself in the path of the speeder.
What seemed like an attempt at suicide might cause the craft to swerve, though the glint of steel extending underhanded made it look like some sick kind of martyrdom with the intent on attacking its occupants. Of course, both of these assumptions were wrong as the loud clang of metal rang out from the small figure hooking the knife on a bar of the roll-cage and was subsequently ripped off his feet.
In spite of how badly his shoulder ached from the pop of joints strained from the momentum, Ahnciel held on long enough to drag himself into the cargo bed in the back. Hissing curses and kicking in the air, the aylv got comfortable enough while inspecting his likely dislocated shoulder. He appeared oblivious to the occupants behind him while pulling goggles up to his forehead and mask down into his scarf before chuckling, "Pardons. May I?" with a grunt of pain.