@Mistress Dizzy Fun but busy; spent my entire morning in the kitchen cooking, then spent a good chunk of the night scrubbing and putting away dishes and rearranging my fridge to fit left overs. Love my family to death but they're going to give me (even more) grey hairs if they keep pulling dine n dashes on me. How was your thanksgiving, Diz?
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STATUS: Tfw you want to go to the gym and get your stronk on but you've busted your shoulder and need let it rest. 9 yrs ago
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Tfw you want to go to the gym and get your stronk on but you've busted your shoulder and need let it rest.
9 yrs ago
Holy fuck. Ok, shit. Insane hiatus. Fuck. I'm still around folks, just been beyond extremely busy. Will try (heavy emphasis on try) to be more active in the coming months.
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10 yrs ago
God forbid I be one of the lucky bastards that doesn't have their wisdom teeth grow in. Nah, just fuck my shit up fam.
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10 yrs ago
As someone who works for a pet store I both love and hate pixar. The next person that tries to ask me if we have "a dory fish" for their goldfish bowl is getting straight up clubbed like a baby seal
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I'm just a simple college student working his way through life while simultaneously testing the limits of how much caffeine and alcohol the human body can subsist on before it gives out. Just call me Shade.
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Jacque took another swig from his flask, more or less disregarding red headed individual's less than graceful entrance save for a slight quirking of the brow and a soft series of 'tsk's. Upon Wy's entrance and explanation regarding the inn keeper's whereabouts Jacque gave a small grunt and capped the flask before he returned it to his coat. He started to step forward to ask a question, however a gulping noise brought his attention to the small child who looked about five seconds away from a panic attack, "Aren't you a bit young to be standing here alone, son? Are your parents nearby?", he asked with genuine concern.
Jacque took another swig from his flask, more or less disregarding red headed individual's less than graceful entrance save for a slight quirking of the brow and a soft series of 'tsk's. Upon Wy's entrance and explanation regarding the inn keeper's whereabouts Jacque gave a small grunt and capped the flask before he returned it to his coat. He started to step forward to ask a question, however a gulping noise brought his attention to the small child who looked about five seconds away from a panic attack, "Aren't you a bit young to be standing here alone, son? Are your parents nearby?", he asked with genuine concern.
Fuck it, I could go for a not completely srs bsns roleplay right about now.
"YOU WANNA HAVE A FUCKIN GO!?"
Name Andro
Spider Or Scorpion? Scorpion
What specific species? Androctonus Crassicauda
How old are they? 4 in terms of human years, he's an old fella.
Favorite Food? Spaghetti, perhaps? Camel Spiders
Notes? Andro is really fucking ill tempered, like, Charles Bronson levels of combative. He speaks in a cockney accent and his voice sounds remarkably like Robin Atkin Downes did when he voice acted for saints row. Andro doesn't really like eating Camel spiders. He actually hates the taste of them and only does it because he believes them to be "frauds". A belief he's more than happy to loudly share with others as he spitefully chews his way through them.
"YOU WANNA HAVE A FUCKIN GO!?"
Name Andro
Spider Or Scorpion? Scorpion
What specific species? Androctonus Crassicauda
How old are they? 4 in terms of human years, he's an old fella.
Favorite Food? Spaghetti, perhaps? Camel Spiders
Notes? Andro is really fucking ill tempered, like, Charles Bronson levels of combative. He speaks in a cockney accent and his voice sounds remarkably like Robin Atkin Downes did when he voice acted for saints row. Andro doesn't really like eating Camel spiders. He actually hates the taste of them and only does it because he believes them to be "frauds". A belief he's more than happy to loudly share with others as he spitefully chews his way through them.
Upon his entry into the inn Jacque silently observed both his surroundings and those that had come before him in the main lobby. The wolfman was tempted to go over and ring the bell, however as one of the larger gentlemen had already done so, he was simply content to get into line behind them and pull a bronze flask from the interior of his coat for a sip of the true breakfast of kings: Scotch.
"I suppose I can kill a bit of time with a drink."
Appearance:
First Name: Jacque
Last Name (Optional): Marrow
Nickname(Optional): Mister Wolfe
Age: 67 (appears to be in his late twenties/early thirties)
Gender: Male
Race: Werewolf (bitten)
Powers (Optional, Can Fill out over Time): Biological immortality (does not die of age), increased longevity (physically ages incredibly slow), enhanced senses, peak human fitness, werewolf transformation (increases physical attributes to beyond human levels)
Backstory (Optional): Prior to his infection Jacque made his living working for a private contracting company, which is just a fancy way of saying that he was a mercenary. Despite the title Jacque's particular job wasn't to move from one war zone to the next to shoot whomever he was told to, rather it was to simply provide security in certain locations on a company or government payroll when it wasn't considered a politically sound to send actual soldiers to protect certain interests. He saw a few skirmishes every now and then and even received a few wounds for his troubles, but he was never in a full on fire fight. His infection came about when he was stationed at a village in Mozambique where he and a few colleagues were to provide security for a diamond mine: a few locals came to him and his team with complaints of what they assumed to be a rabid hyena harassing livestock every few nights. Most of his team refused to help, however Jacque saw an opportunity to strengthen relationships with the locals. He took a bit of time during his night patrols to search for the hyena until one night he found the culprit. After taking a few shots at the beast Jacque found himself mauled to a bloody pulp and left for dead. He was eventually found by one of his team when he failed to report for a shift change, and was driven to the nearest hospital were he made a miraculous recovery over the week. After getting out, Jacque took his near death as a sign to quit doing overseas work and start focusing on doing jobs on home soil. He took the money he saved to open his own security company.
Things were great until he started waking up some mornings to find himself in the middle of the woods with some sort of dead animal or another next to him. First he called a therapist, thinking it was PTSD, then he turned to a psychic when the therapy failed. When the psychic told him about lycanthropy he thought she was just a quack, right up until she lightly pricked him with a silver pin and he hit the floor screaming like he'd been shot. Jacque ended up leaving his company in the care of a friend and isolating himself for several years until he could get control of what he was. He eventually gained a semblance of control, however before he knew it the years had turned to decades and most of the people he knew were either old, retired with families, or dead. With quite a bit of money still saved from his contracting and security days, Jacque picked up shop and moved halfway across the country to live his life in leisure, occasionally still picking up the odd job or two whenever he felt he was getting rusty. He comes and goes to the inn as he pleases, considering the company of monsters instead of humans to be his new normal.
Personality (Optional): A bit standoffish in appearance, but a fairly decent and laid back guy once you get to know him. Jacque has spent many years learning to bottle up his more negative emotions to prevent his more animalistic urges from getting out of hand. often greeting most situations with a soft smile and politeness at best, and stoic professionalism at worst. Despite this there are a few times where this facade slips and he becomes more himself. Jacque tries not to show it, but he's a tired fellow; somewhat depressed by the fact that he has spent his youth in the company of friends and family that he thinks he can never see again due to the fact that they've either died from one cause or another, forgotten him, or would probably oust him as a monster and reject him. During the days when the full moon will be out Jacque becomes more paranoid and aggressive, preferring to become reclusive until the moon is in it's waning stage.
Outfit (Optional): Jacque's choices in clothing are mostly dress casual, however his attire changes based upon situation at hand: More formal events will be met with professional or dress casual attire, less formal events like a social get together will be met with a short or longsleeve shirt, jeans, and sneakers, and outdoor events like hiking will be met with t-shirts/tank tops, cargo pants, and boots. Jackets and coats also vary. He has a thing for bottle cap opener rings.
Theme Song (Optional): Hop, skip, & jump, by Pete Rock
Other: Jacque's transformations happen regardless of his will when he's exposed to the full moon or feels intense negative emotions. He lacks mastery over his bestial side despite his training, though he's gained enough control to avoid tearing apart everything in sight unless he's extremely pissed, usually he'll "aim" himself at something in particular and vent his urges and energy in the appropriate manner, such as running on a treadmill all night to avoid chasing down people, or hunting the rabbits and moles he's grown a vegetable garden in his backyard specifically for. Jacque is a bit of an alcoholic.
Appearance:
- He stands a 6'2", weighs 185 pounds, and has dark grey eyes
- His height increases to just a bit under 6'7" and his weight increases to 213 pounds
First Name: Jacque
Last Name (Optional): Marrow
Nickname(Optional): Mister Wolfe
Age: 67 (appears to be in his late twenties/early thirties)
Gender: Male
Race: Werewolf (bitten)
Powers (Optional, Can Fill out over Time): Biological immortality (does not die of age), increased longevity (physically ages incredibly slow), enhanced senses, peak human fitness, werewolf transformation (increases physical attributes to beyond human levels)
Backstory (Optional): Prior to his infection Jacque made his living working for a private contracting company, which is just a fancy way of saying that he was a mercenary. Despite the title Jacque's particular job wasn't to move from one war zone to the next to shoot whomever he was told to, rather it was to simply provide security in certain locations on a company or government payroll when it wasn't considered a politically sound to send actual soldiers to protect certain interests. He saw a few skirmishes every now and then and even received a few wounds for his troubles, but he was never in a full on fire fight. His infection came about when he was stationed at a village in Mozambique where he and a few colleagues were to provide security for a diamond mine: a few locals came to him and his team with complaints of what they assumed to be a rabid hyena harassing livestock every few nights. Most of his team refused to help, however Jacque saw an opportunity to strengthen relationships with the locals. He took a bit of time during his night patrols to search for the hyena until one night he found the culprit. After taking a few shots at the beast Jacque found himself mauled to a bloody pulp and left for dead. He was eventually found by one of his team when he failed to report for a shift change, and was driven to the nearest hospital were he made a miraculous recovery over the week. After getting out, Jacque took his near death as a sign to quit doing overseas work and start focusing on doing jobs on home soil. He took the money he saved to open his own security company.
Things were great until he started waking up some mornings to find himself in the middle of the woods with some sort of dead animal or another next to him. First he called a therapist, thinking it was PTSD, then he turned to a psychic when the therapy failed. When the psychic told him about lycanthropy he thought she was just a quack, right up until she lightly pricked him with a silver pin and he hit the floor screaming like he'd been shot. Jacque ended up leaving his company in the care of a friend and isolating himself for several years until he could get control of what he was. He eventually gained a semblance of control, however before he knew it the years had turned to decades and most of the people he knew were either old, retired with families, or dead. With quite a bit of money still saved from his contracting and security days, Jacque picked up shop and moved halfway across the country to live his life in leisure, occasionally still picking up the odd job or two whenever he felt he was getting rusty. He comes and goes to the inn as he pleases, considering the company of monsters instead of humans to be his new normal.
Personality (Optional): A bit standoffish in appearance, but a fairly decent and laid back guy once you get to know him. Jacque has spent many years learning to bottle up his more negative emotions to prevent his more animalistic urges from getting out of hand. often greeting most situations with a soft smile and politeness at best, and stoic professionalism at worst. Despite this there are a few times where this facade slips and he becomes more himself. Jacque tries not to show it, but he's a tired fellow; somewhat depressed by the fact that he has spent his youth in the company of friends and family that he thinks he can never see again due to the fact that they've either died from one cause or another, forgotten him, or would probably oust him as a monster and reject him. During the days when the full moon will be out Jacque becomes more paranoid and aggressive, preferring to become reclusive until the moon is in it's waning stage.
Outfit (Optional): Jacque's choices in clothing are mostly dress casual, however his attire changes based upon situation at hand: More formal events will be met with professional or dress casual attire, less formal events like a social get together will be met with a short or longsleeve shirt, jeans, and sneakers, and outdoor events like hiking will be met with t-shirts/tank tops, cargo pants, and boots. Jackets and coats also vary. He has a thing for bottle cap opener rings.
Theme Song (Optional): Hop, skip, & jump, by Pete Rock
Other: Jacque's transformations happen regardless of his will when he's exposed to the full moon or feels intense negative emotions. He lacks mastery over his bestial side despite his training, though he's gained enough control to avoid tearing apart everything in sight unless he's extremely pissed, usually he'll "aim" himself at something in particular and vent his urges and energy in the appropriate manner, such as running on a treadmill all night to avoid chasing down people, or hunting the rabbits and moles he's grown a vegetable garden in his backyard specifically for. Jacque is a bit of an alcoholic.
Mateiu watched somewhat wordlessly as Megan took off hurriedly to avoid the vast crowds of people with Loki and the one he assumed to be Atticus trailing after her. For a moment Mateiu considered following as well, partially to ensure that Megan wasn't about to die from a panic attack on the first day of school, and partially to continue killing time in a manner that didn't leave him dying of boredom. He started to step forward, however before he managed to make any headway a voice rang out, "Mateiu Lockhart, please report to room B for testing. I repeat, Mateiu Lockhart to room B.". He froze and glanced over his shoulder towards the direction of the voice, finding himself in a mindset somewhere between gratitude and annoyance at the timing of his calling. As he was not yet attached to either of the students he'd conversed with, Mateiu shrugged and turned on his heel before he sauntered towards the testing area he was instructed to.
Upon opening the door Mateiu was greeted by the sight of a cloaked figure sitting behind a large desk, ornate in appearance with many runes and symbols mirroring those of the books that sat atop it carved into the rich brown wood. Mateiu stepped inside somewhat uncertainly, taking note of the fact that the room was deceptively large despite the adjacent doors for rooms A and C being so close to it on either sides. There was a certain feel about the room that Mateiu couldn't quite place, somewhere between trepidation and excitement. The symbols that lined the desk only served to further fuel these mixed feelings. Mateiu squinted a bit to get a better look at the desk as he caught a glimpse of something around the runes. He wasn't quite sure of it at first, but it almost seemed as though they were glowing. His parents had taught him the importance of runes, of the power each one could potentially hold, though he'd never quite paid attention as he should have; a fact that he was definitely kicking himself for now. Mateiu slowly moved closer towards the desk as he was entranced by the glowing symbols, forgetting that he was under the watchful eye of the mage behind it until the figure decided to clear their throat moments before Mateiu was about to reach out and touch the runes.
"Greetings young one. Are you ready to begin your examination?" The figure asked patiently.
Mateiu sucked in a sharp breath and sat up straight as he remembered that he was not alone in the room. With this realization came a hot wave of embarrassment which he quickly fought back in favor of responding to the question asked of him, "Yeah i'm- I mean, yes, I'm ready...sir?". Mateiu was uncertain of the gender of the mage before him thanks to the cloak, and if he'd been correct or incorrect with his choice of honorific there was no indication given. The mage gestured to the orb on the table, "Sit and peer into the orb. We'll begin by figuring out the nature of your magic, then we will try and-" "May I interrupt you for a moment?". The mage's head tilted up from the orb, filling Mateiu with a sinking sensation as he felt a pair of eyes bore in to him "What is it young one?" "I...uh...I already know what sort of magic I use. My parents kept me and my siblings at home longer to see what we ended up with. My particular magus naturae is an augmentum type. Growth magic.". To demonstrate this Mateiu removed his goggles and expanded them to four times their initial size before dispelling the magic and returning them to their original place The mage seemed to examine Mateiu for a moment before giving a small nod, "A fairly unique form of magic; uncommon, but not exactly rare. I'm impressed that you know the proper nomenclature for your magus naturae. Very well, we'll bypass that portion of the examination and see where you have room to grow.", "No pun intended?".
The room went completely silent as the mage stared at Mateiu, and then, a faint chuckle "No pun intended. After that we'll see what sort of path your future may hold for you. Please, place your hands on the orb so we may begin.". Mateiu nodded and reached out, pressing his palms firmly on either side of the orb and peering into the crystalline center as he waited for whatever was to come.
The next few moments were like watching a silent movie: Mateiu could make out many silhouettes moving about, completely black save for their eyes and mouths, like something out of a shadow puppeteers performance. Some of the figures stood, others moved about, and still more were suspended in the air in a seated position. Whatever the position the figures were in, they all had something in common: Food. Each figure had something in their hands that was readily identifiable as a massive portion of one sort of delicacy or another. There was one figure in particular that stood out amongst the others, standing a full head taller than most, and hoisting a great platter above its head with an abnormally large hand. Mateiu could see the figure was smiling widely, as though it couldn't be any happier that it was in that moment. "Interesting, it looks as though your magic plays such a vital role to your future endeavors that we're getting both a glimpse into your abilities and your future simultaneously. Quite interesting, wouldn't you agree?", "Yes...it's...amazing! Really amazing!" Mateiu beamed as he felt his heart swell with joy. This joy and the expression that Mateiu wore quickly disappeared as the large silhouette slipped and fell, sending the heaps of food spilling onto it. The other silhouettes all froze, then, much to Matieu's horror, one smiled and tilted it's head back in silent laughter. The others quickly began to mime the action, all of them pointing, all of them laughing. All of them, save one. The large silhouette rose slowly, eyes narrowed as it stomped threateningly towards the first of the silhouettes to laugh. Silent laughs were replaced by silent screams as the large silhouette picked up the smaller one and began to mime a throttling motion. More silhouettes came into view, these ones sporting what could only be guns. Mateiu unconsciously shook his head as the large silhouette dropped the smaller one.
The next bits came in flashes: The large silhouette being detained, the silhouette being joined by several smaller ones, one of which sported a strange bulky item around it's neck, the large silhouette handing a large rectangular stack to the item wearing one, a building being torn down as the large silhouette wept on it's knees, the large silhouette drinking from a large bottle. Mateiu shook his head in disbelief as the silhouette threw down the bottle and began attacking other silhouettes, some tried to fight back, but they were ultimately trampled underfoot as the large silhouette increased in size, towering over other silhouettes that looked like buildings. Things got progressively worse until Mateiu let out a sharp cry and released the orb, but not before he caught one final glimpse of the large silhouette enclosing its hands around an orb in a similar manner to what he had just done. The only differences were that this orb was colored in a mixture of blues, greens, and whites, and the fact the large silhouette had its head tilted back and it's mouth wide open in joyous, silent laughter.
Mateiu shook and looked up at the mage who regarded him with silence. "An...unusual premonition, to say the least.", The figure stated calmly. Mateiu looked at the mage, then to the orb, and then back to the mage, "Unusual? UNUSUAL!? That was HORRIBLE! What sort of future reading was THAT?!" Mateiu screamed. The mage held a hand up as though to settle the younger boy, still carrying the same lightness in their tone as they spoke, "These visions are not set in stone. They are glimpses of what may happen, not of what will. Perhaps this was merely a cautionary tale of what may be to come if you allow your emotions to rule your actions. Ultimately it's up to you to decide what your future will become.". Mateiu wasn't quite sure if he could believe what he was being told, however he wanted to believe it true "So I can keep what I just saw from happening.", "If you try. Now then, I have to examine other students, you'll be moving through that door there for a more physical test". Mateiu stared at the cloaked figure hoping for something more. When he received nothing, he simply gave a weak nod and shuffled out of the room, too busy mulling over his vision to complain, even when he was pricked by the needle for blood drawing. WHen he was given the green light Mateiu returned to the crowd of students to collect his things and wait to be given his schedule.
Upon opening the door Mateiu was greeted by the sight of a cloaked figure sitting behind a large desk, ornate in appearance with many runes and symbols mirroring those of the books that sat atop it carved into the rich brown wood. Mateiu stepped inside somewhat uncertainly, taking note of the fact that the room was deceptively large despite the adjacent doors for rooms A and C being so close to it on either sides. There was a certain feel about the room that Mateiu couldn't quite place, somewhere between trepidation and excitement. The symbols that lined the desk only served to further fuel these mixed feelings. Mateiu squinted a bit to get a better look at the desk as he caught a glimpse of something around the runes. He wasn't quite sure of it at first, but it almost seemed as though they were glowing. His parents had taught him the importance of runes, of the power each one could potentially hold, though he'd never quite paid attention as he should have; a fact that he was definitely kicking himself for now. Mateiu slowly moved closer towards the desk as he was entranced by the glowing symbols, forgetting that he was under the watchful eye of the mage behind it until the figure decided to clear their throat moments before Mateiu was about to reach out and touch the runes.
"Greetings young one. Are you ready to begin your examination?" The figure asked patiently.
Mateiu sucked in a sharp breath and sat up straight as he remembered that he was not alone in the room. With this realization came a hot wave of embarrassment which he quickly fought back in favor of responding to the question asked of him, "Yeah i'm- I mean, yes, I'm ready...sir?". Mateiu was uncertain of the gender of the mage before him thanks to the cloak, and if he'd been correct or incorrect with his choice of honorific there was no indication given. The mage gestured to the orb on the table, "Sit and peer into the orb. We'll begin by figuring out the nature of your magic, then we will try and-" "May I interrupt you for a moment?". The mage's head tilted up from the orb, filling Mateiu with a sinking sensation as he felt a pair of eyes bore in to him "What is it young one?" "I...uh...I already know what sort of magic I use. My parents kept me and my siblings at home longer to see what we ended up with. My particular magus naturae is an augmentum type. Growth magic.". To demonstrate this Mateiu removed his goggles and expanded them to four times their initial size before dispelling the magic and returning them to their original place The mage seemed to examine Mateiu for a moment before giving a small nod, "A fairly unique form of magic; uncommon, but not exactly rare. I'm impressed that you know the proper nomenclature for your magus naturae. Very well, we'll bypass that portion of the examination and see where you have room to grow.", "No pun intended?".
The room went completely silent as the mage stared at Mateiu, and then, a faint chuckle "No pun intended. After that we'll see what sort of path your future may hold for you. Please, place your hands on the orb so we may begin.". Mateiu nodded and reached out, pressing his palms firmly on either side of the orb and peering into the crystalline center as he waited for whatever was to come.
The next few moments were like watching a silent movie: Mateiu could make out many silhouettes moving about, completely black save for their eyes and mouths, like something out of a shadow puppeteers performance. Some of the figures stood, others moved about, and still more were suspended in the air in a seated position. Whatever the position the figures were in, they all had something in common: Food. Each figure had something in their hands that was readily identifiable as a massive portion of one sort of delicacy or another. There was one figure in particular that stood out amongst the others, standing a full head taller than most, and hoisting a great platter above its head with an abnormally large hand. Mateiu could see the figure was smiling widely, as though it couldn't be any happier that it was in that moment. "Interesting, it looks as though your magic plays such a vital role to your future endeavors that we're getting both a glimpse into your abilities and your future simultaneously. Quite interesting, wouldn't you agree?", "Yes...it's...amazing! Really amazing!" Mateiu beamed as he felt his heart swell with joy. This joy and the expression that Mateiu wore quickly disappeared as the large silhouette slipped and fell, sending the heaps of food spilling onto it. The other silhouettes all froze, then, much to Matieu's horror, one smiled and tilted it's head back in silent laughter. The others quickly began to mime the action, all of them pointing, all of them laughing. All of them, save one. The large silhouette rose slowly, eyes narrowed as it stomped threateningly towards the first of the silhouettes to laugh. Silent laughs were replaced by silent screams as the large silhouette picked up the smaller one and began to mime a throttling motion. More silhouettes came into view, these ones sporting what could only be guns. Mateiu unconsciously shook his head as the large silhouette dropped the smaller one.
The next bits came in flashes: The large silhouette being detained, the silhouette being joined by several smaller ones, one of which sported a strange bulky item around it's neck, the large silhouette handing a large rectangular stack to the item wearing one, a building being torn down as the large silhouette wept on it's knees, the large silhouette drinking from a large bottle. Mateiu shook his head in disbelief as the silhouette threw down the bottle and began attacking other silhouettes, some tried to fight back, but they were ultimately trampled underfoot as the large silhouette increased in size, towering over other silhouettes that looked like buildings. Things got progressively worse until Mateiu let out a sharp cry and released the orb, but not before he caught one final glimpse of the large silhouette enclosing its hands around an orb in a similar manner to what he had just done. The only differences were that this orb was colored in a mixture of blues, greens, and whites, and the fact the large silhouette had its head tilted back and it's mouth wide open in joyous, silent laughter.
Mateiu shook and looked up at the mage who regarded him with silence. "An...unusual premonition, to say the least.", The figure stated calmly. Mateiu looked at the mage, then to the orb, and then back to the mage, "Unusual? UNUSUAL!? That was HORRIBLE! What sort of future reading was THAT?!" Mateiu screamed. The mage held a hand up as though to settle the younger boy, still carrying the same lightness in their tone as they spoke, "These visions are not set in stone. They are glimpses of what may happen, not of what will. Perhaps this was merely a cautionary tale of what may be to come if you allow your emotions to rule your actions. Ultimately it's up to you to decide what your future will become.". Mateiu wasn't quite sure if he could believe what he was being told, however he wanted to believe it true "So I can keep what I just saw from happening.", "If you try. Now then, I have to examine other students, you'll be moving through that door there for a more physical test". Mateiu stared at the cloaked figure hoping for something more. When he received nothing, he simply gave a weak nod and shuffled out of the room, too busy mulling over his vision to complain, even when he was pricked by the needle for blood drawing. WHen he was given the green light Mateiu returned to the crowd of students to collect his things and wait to be given his schedule.
"Oh, right, sorry about that." Dimitri said somewhat sheepishly before taking a moment to recall the questions asked about him. "To answer your questions, I can only talk to reptiles. Well, no, that's not quite right; Reptiles are the only ones that I can properly communicate with. I can't speak to mammals or fish or even bugs, but birds and amphibians I can sort of speak to. Problem is, it's like trying to speak to someone that only knows how to speak another language. Every now and then one word gets through that's like universal among languages, but that's about as far as it gets. Now as far as commanding them goes, no dice. I can ask them to do something and they may or may not chose to do it based on whether or not there's something in it for them, but if they don't want to do what I ask then that's the end of it." Dimitri explained, choosing to intentionally dodge the question of there being an animal he was talking to earlier lest he draw attention to Mint.
@Im a huge mess Sorry, tried to wait until others posted, then got somewhat sidetracked with prepping for the holiday season to go into full swing.
@Mistress Dizzy
"Come on man move it! Cobblepot'll have our asses on a platter if we're late!" One of a group of five thugs barked to his comrades as they moved a series of cages off of the partially beached boat. Each of the thugs sported similar clothing: Every one of them sported a thick, ice blue winter coat with a penguin insignia on the back, and darkly colored pants and boots, two of them even wore ski googles. One of the thugs, this one female, grumbled and dropped a cage containing a heavily sedated kestrel and placed a hand on her hip, "The fuck does the boss want us to unload these things for anyway, Manny? He's a bit rich for smuggling animals isn't he?", "Money's money, Viola. Besides, not all of these are being sold as pets or food. A few of these things are being used to transport other shit.". One of the others perked up, "You mean like drug mules?" he asked a bit too excitedly.
Manny's brow shot up a few centimeters as he looked at the most recent speaker, a new guy by the name of Reece, who was so far proving to be troublesome "Amongst other things. It could be anything from coke to diamonds in those animals.". Reece looked down at the caged ocelot in his arms, "Niiice. What do you guys say we crack a few of these bad boys open? Y'know, make sure the merchandise is all there, maybe sample a b-AGH!". Reece was cut off mid sentence as a particularly large individual came up from behind and gripped the back of his neck with vice like strength "You lost your fucking mind? You're talking about stealing from the boss. Don't no one steal from Penguin 'cept for people with a death wish.". Manny raised his hand to signal Reece's release, "Percy is right. You so much as pull a single strand of fur from one of these animals and i'll shoot you myself. Or maybe I could just bring you back to the boss and let you tell him what you did. You do know what he does to thieves, right?". Reece went ridged for a moment before shaking his head, prompting a satisfied nod from Manny "Good boy. Now hurry up. Last thing I want is a cop or a cape to show up.".
"Come on man move it! Cobblepot'll have our asses on a platter if we're late!" One of a group of five thugs barked to his comrades as they moved a series of cages off of the partially beached boat. Each of the thugs sported similar clothing: Every one of them sported a thick, ice blue winter coat with a penguin insignia on the back, and darkly colored pants and boots, two of them even wore ski googles. One of the thugs, this one female, grumbled and dropped a cage containing a heavily sedated kestrel and placed a hand on her hip, "The fuck does the boss want us to unload these things for anyway, Manny? He's a bit rich for smuggling animals isn't he?", "Money's money, Viola. Besides, not all of these are being sold as pets or food. A few of these things are being used to transport other shit.". One of the others perked up, "You mean like drug mules?" he asked a bit too excitedly.
Manny's brow shot up a few centimeters as he looked at the most recent speaker, a new guy by the name of Reece, who was so far proving to be troublesome "Amongst other things. It could be anything from coke to diamonds in those animals.". Reece looked down at the caged ocelot in his arms, "Niiice. What do you guys say we crack a few of these bad boys open? Y'know, make sure the merchandise is all there, maybe sample a b-AGH!". Reece was cut off mid sentence as a particularly large individual came up from behind and gripped the back of his neck with vice like strength "You lost your fucking mind? You're talking about stealing from the boss. Don't no one steal from Penguin 'cept for people with a death wish.". Manny raised his hand to signal Reece's release, "Percy is right. You so much as pull a single strand of fur from one of these animals and i'll shoot you myself. Or maybe I could just bring you back to the boss and let you tell him what you did. You do know what he does to thieves, right?". Reece went ridged for a moment before shaking his head, prompting a satisfied nod from Manny "Good boy. Now hurry up. Last thing I want is a cop or a cape to show up.".
Mateiu shrugged off Loki's response and snorted once more as he prepared to fire back with a rebuttal. before he got the chance to do so Megan stepped in and introduced herself, as well as mentioned that happened to be as tall as someone else she knew. Mateiu was a tad put off by the look the smaller girl had on her face but he did his best not to let it show, "Mateiu Lockhart. Who's Atticus and why do you suddenly look like you wanna push someone off a cliff?".
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