Hawlin

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

Blah, not worth posting.

Tiny 'hah' for thanking Foster for fixing the problem. :D
*conflicted with feelings* <x<;

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

@Foster
This thing about John and 'Kaitra'...
It just sounds weird with other people saying it. xD

Luciel is, in ways, self-defeatingly lazy since he could just get an apron that ties instead of slips over his head.
MADNESS! BEDLAM IN THE STREETS!

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

'Angel' Luci might take a bite out of someone, mostly as a joke. He has his own problems that make cannibalism such a non-issue that he likely wouldn't care if Emily had...I mean, she's a shark.

I wanted to set up for a Month Python joke, but I guess Luci isn't like that.
'But he has teeth the size of...uhh, h-he can leap like...just look at the bones!'
*Fedora-skull on a broomstick*

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

<Snipped quote by Hawlin>

Lionel Hutz voice

Upon further review of the IC thread

It has been decided

That Twombly is

going to have to

show Ansel other ways

to take on and off their apron.

@Foster

O///o;
Wh-what?

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

Oh derp, I didn't see Birb's post >_<

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

@Foster
As long as Sacha isn't around, my bar...
>_>
<_<
Thats how it work, right?

@Zverda
*Tries to play 'spooky scary skeleton's just by shaking ropes cover in skulls suspended on pulley systems*
And no, don't put hats on Luci xD
His head is more coat tree than hat-acommodator. You could probably hang about 2-6 hats on him before he throws a fit.

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

@Foster
Heh, where/how do you plan on taking crates?

*Luciel looking up from magazine as Twombly dollys in a small stack of crates*
"Oi! Not that many skulls! Jeez!"

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

*scans through posts to make sure no punching is going on in-*
*Looks around for Sacha*
*-MY bar!*

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

Luciel sighed, closing the door behind the two before abruptly buckling and belting out a sneeze. "Oh, there you went" he chuckled, dropping the accent with nobody around. He went about throwing together a pot of coffee for the night since you could never tell how late of a night would be or if someone else may need it.

The maker wobbled about, eagerly waiting to be fed and making soft 'meh! m-mehmeh' sounds like the impatient shit it was. It was expressly the reason I threw my maker out the window and got an espresso machine...it at least knew its place, what with the 'example' hung next to it as a constant reminder. Regardless, I fed the beast and set it on low before gathering my things and heading back out into the bar now that business was concluded.

Putting on his best 'thrilled to see you' face, the jackalope lifted a hand in greeting as he noticed Emily noticing him. Lifting an eyebrow, he fixed her drink and handed it over with a small teasing chirp of, "Oh? Pleases n' thank yas, t'day? Whats th' occasion?" chuckling lightly. Though she was slightly bad for business, considering the way the tone of the bar darkened and a few patrons even leaving, Luciel knew better than to bring this to attention with people like Emily. For all the jack really cared, he didn't so long as tabs were paid. "Everyone all off with th'business n' such, loikly t'av the money tah tip~" he joked, clinking his pen on the tip jar which his hundred-crown note still lingered in. Playing the part perfectly, Luciel's expression faded from joking to what could be mistaken as genuine surprise before shrugging in an admittance of being wrong.

@Mega Birb

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

-A metaphor about everybody knowing Luciel and nobody knowing Luciel-

@Foster
Early-mid afternoon is my guess. Maybe around 2-4ish?