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Ylva made it to The Hole without any further stops and dropped Twombly and Aeron off so they could finish the date that they had. If she was lucky she wouldn't have to deal with Sebastian, mainly because she didn't want to deal with the Tiger's bitching. "Try not to cause me any further troubles tonight please," she grumbled as she watched the Mob boss and her date leave the SUV to bring the Jackalope what was promised.

"Hey Ansel!" Aeron called as she walked into the Bar, "I have the package you requested!" With a smile, she placed the large box on the bar and gently booped the male on the nose.

Luciel looked down into a glass he was cleaning, a spider having fallen in and filling him with the confliction of rinsing it out. Shaking the glass, he tried to dump the critter out onto the floor, though it held tight. "Oh please don't be serious, for fuck sake..." he quietly growled, looking around for a spoon of sorts to try to scoop them out with before hearing the door open. Looking up as his persona's name was called, he put on his most convincing smile of familiarity. "Oi! How'd-" he began after seeing the size of the box and being 'booped' on the nose as he looked up, almost causing him to drop the glass while he flinched. "Yeh...hello to you to" he chuckled, trying not to sound annoyed.
With a bit of physical persuasion in the way of one of his axes, Luciel opened the box. A thoughtful hum and a sigh escaped him has he sheathed the axe and rummaged through the contents with his free hand. "Only needed one, b'yeh cheers" he chuckled, matching jaws up with the top of the skulls and deciding which one would be the sturdiest for driving bolts into as to keep them together. "Hope ya didn't have too much trouble" he mused with a raised eyebrow while closing the box up.

"Nope, none at all... enough people have died in the wastes that there were plenty around and while I know you only said one... and this-" Aeron paused talking to drop a fedora on the Jackalopes head, "And Twombly found an eight ball shifter... should be good right?" The Jackal flashed her comrade a quick smile before letting out a yawn and looking back at her group of people. "Anything else ya need?"

"Hm?" He began, back up from the box which he was curious where to keep until the end of his shift. 'This' came in the way of a flustered flinch as Aeron plopped the hat on the jackalope, sufficiently crowding his head with the antlers and ears considered. Luciel had completely forgotten about the hat as the monotony of the day was grating on his memory after all the daydreaming he had gotten done. In all honesty, he hadn't expected the two to even be back that night. "Oh! Wh-heh, well, thanks" he chirped, taking the hat off and playfully hanging it on one of his antlers. Ears folded back to make room as he shook his head to give it a spin with a frown. "Mhmm...nah" he muttered with a pause, taking it off and tossing it in the box with the rest of the junk.

"Well, there was th' matter of a mask I lent ya" he began, before thinking for a moment and continuing, "Yer welcome t'keep it, probably should get a new one, anyway" Luciel concluded with a shrug.

"You sure? I have it right here," Aeron said, holding it out the the jackalope for a brief moment, "I have plenty back home, I just happen to not have one on me for the impromptu scavenger fun. I can even bring you back a replacement filter tomorrow... or have Ylva do it. One or the other."

"Ah  well, if that's the case. I moit as well take it off ya hands" Luciel said with a shrug, reaching out with eccentrically wiggling fingers to  take the mask back and turning it over in his hands to inspect it for  any damages. With a satisfied nod, he set it on top of the box which he lifted. "So, ya kids have fun?" he asked, carrying it all behind the  counter and sliding it in somewhere next to the fridge. While the spots  he'd dabbed on where characteristic of an aging jack, he felt strange  referring to the two as 'kids' and decided to shrug it off as a joke of sorts.

Twombly twinged upon seeing the Jackalope's backside, not for any physical reason, but because seeing a neck-apron on an antlered person was starting to emotionally upset him. Stepping quickly, he closed the distance with Ansel, picking-up a scissors along the way around the counter. He quickly snipped the neck-strap close to the front-edge of the apron, causing the entire top to flop-down while the tinkerer pulled a spare button and some thread out of his pocket.

[color=ed145b][b]"Take that apron off."[[/color] Twombly requested, although not sternly enough to be considered a demand since he didn't even looking up to make eye contact, but with an air of professional detachment; more of a verbal-nudge to keep Ansel from acting like a startled fawn caught in the headlights of a late-night drunkard's ride home.

"Well-" Luciel was about to ask before the slide of metal made his eyes widen, a hand already half-sliding an axe from the leg bandolier. To his surprise, the man hadn't tried to attack him but, instead damaged his apron. After a moment, he worked his slight of hand to discretely release the axe back into place after he had been mere instance from carving off a chunk of the wolf.

The request made Luciel blink as he snapped back into reality, seeing the mending material. Though he was not completely sure what they were doing, it wasn't like he had much of a choice as the apron flopped forward after losing its means of support. So, wordlessly, he slid the apron off and exposed the previously obscured axes in the same motion. "You coulda just asked, first..." he darkly grumbled while running a hand along the side of his neck that he had expected to be stabbed in. "...gettin the drop on me loik 'at is rude, y'know?" he laughed, forcibly as he pushed the glasses back up his nose, and a glint catching the lenses and his skeptically narrowed eyes.

"I hear people learn to get used to it." Twombly replied dismissively, as he took the apron and started sewing the button onto the apron-string, and continued to relate as he began cutting a slit into the apron's front, "Kinda like this one big black wolf I met out on the wastes... chrome-plated pistols weren't exactly stealthy... nearly shot me in the face, replied by nearly shooting him in the Johnson... heh, John's Johnson..." He chuckled to himself, letting the name of his assailant slip-out, sorta. It wasn't as though he gave away any last names. Besides, there must've been tons of dapper black wolves with chrome plated pistols in the Dome. "Anyways, Aeron intervened before either of us could kill the other, so it's all good."

The idea of not knowing a person's intentions only to have them sneak up on him didn't sit well with the jackalope, though what Twombly said distracted him from what they were up to. "John, you say?" Luciel asked with a flick of an ear which caused the chain to jingle. Though he knew there was likely more than one black wolf in the dome, the mention of the name and description piqued his interest and even a bit of worry as he listened to the summary of the story. Relief came with a sigh as he turned to Aeron, "Well, guess everything worked out, eh?" he chuckled before asking, "N'oi don't suppose ya know what 'e was doin' out there, would ya?"

A layer of curiosity came in the phrasing of trying to make small-talk while half-watching Twombly work. He had to admit, the man seemed skilled at what he did. 

"Well..." Aeron began to explain, only for Twombly to pitch-in, "He was after a weapons-shipment meant for Deeandra. Blew up one of her trucks with a charge of C4, which is where that stick-shift came from, by-the-way." He then looked over to Aeron, "What with the storm outside, I'm hoping she figured anything worth salvaging has been lost and buried under the sand."

Finished with his handy-work on Ansel's apron, he walked up close to the barkeep, wrapped his arms around him, and fastened the apron back around the jackalope's neck. "There, that's better."

Though he had little experience with the name of someone who was likely a woman, rumors about John painted a picture which took most of Luciel's resolve to brush off the notion of it being the same wolf he knew. "Heh, sounds like someone oi've heard 'a" He chuckled, dismissively, mentions of storms making him question when he had last seen a storm. It was probably nothing like the rainstorms in the past, since sandstorms seemed all too common in the context. Going to see for himself had not even registered as an option, since the mere idea of being out in the open with nothing but the endless sky above him to accent the desolation of the landscape sounded nerve-wracking. 

Seeing Twombly finish his work, Luciel took a step towards the man with the apron, his mouth opening to thank them before their arms extended past his head and insistently fastening the article of clothing back to him. Luciel froze, his hands lifting up between the two and resting on the wolf's chest for a moment until they backed away, leaving the jackalope standing there with a slightly stunned expression. "I-I could have gotten it, myself..." he muttered with a flustered expression as he took a step back and looking away as he readjusted his apron to cover the axe bandolier.

"John is with Ylva now," Aeron stated as she glared at Twombly, not really pleased that the male had cut her off, "He stood her up on their first... and I think only... date. Soooooo, I forced the two of them to spend the next two days together to do me a favor. Anyway, Twombly here doesn't really know the meaning of personal space so... yeah, regardless of whether or not you could have gotten it yourself, he would have done it." She playfully nudged the maned wolf before offering Ansel a kind smile, "Well, we should be heading out now. Have a safe night and remember, if you need anything don't hesitate to call ok?"

"Hrmf..." Luciel dismissively grunted, letting his opinions of the thought of John running off with some tart he knew little of stew in silence. "Just...a bit of warning would suffice" he awkwardly laughed, reaching back to inspect the work with how the button was stitched into place so he wouldn't have to wrestle the apron over his antlers which he supposed he should trim at some point. "Still, s'thoughtful of ya. Thanks" Luciel genuinely gratefully chirped as the inconvenience was satisfied by the adjustment which he tested taking off and putting back on with a faint hint of a smile before fading back into neutrality. "N'loikwise, y'know where ta foind me" he added with a nod to the jackal and another jingling flick of an ear. The jewelry was starting to bother him, but it was part of the persona, so he suffered in silence.

<Snipped quote by Hawlin>

Its not that there is a stalemate. Its more in terms of dedication that I have to creative writing that so far has been diminishing throughout the years. Its a whole lot of story in itself.

I don't want to abandon this RP either. It feels as though I myself is taking the easy way out.

I do believe part of me believes that the quality in which I write is the utmost importance... And everytime I get to write... its nothing but direct and blandly written babbling. Therea nothing driving me to write really.@VKAllen

If your heart isn't in it, there is no sense in forcing yourself to do it. You established something that quite a few of us have formed a world around. Though its...(can't fit in an 80s slango without looking it up)...The plane has been made to which stories can be built.

Even if my character isn't very influential, yet, I'm still eager to see what comes next.

Do something you want to do. I'm certain we'll be fine.

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