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Post by Rook on Mar 15, 2008 0:52:08 GMT -5
Rook snorted as he looked into the watery eyes of the belligerent bartender hand who sent a drink whirring his way at a speed definitely his superiors would not have approved of. Rook of coarse, caught it, his hand shooting out like a cat at a butterfly, the young man's eyes sparked in surprise for a moment but he turned his back on Rook, The Angel, and pretended to be listening very closely to what a customer was saying. Rook snorted, he was sure that if he simply stood up and raised his voice the little punk would urinate himself.
He also couldn't understand how empty headed and naive people could be.
Even if it was by any circumstances allowed, Rook was not the kind of person who spilled his secrets to hackneyed slobs who served drinks to pay for a steady supply of drugs and booze. This was the main cause of identity theft, breaking into homes, he'd seen it all.
Trying not to concentrate on being the paranoid prick he was (once an Angel always an Angele eh?) He downed the first half of his glass in one long sip feeling a warmth crawl back into his hands, except for his robotic claws which were always cold. They pretended to be silent but Rook was always so close to them that over time he could imagine he heard a false humming from them, like the hum of an air conditioner or a small computer.
His fur was cold, from the bitterly freezing rain outside splashing violently and freezing almost as soon as it hit the ground. Where did the sun go? he wondered. He could remember the golden light warming his fur when? Last month? The month before that? It wasn't right at all. There were babies being born without sunlight.
It was there, it was just strangling behind the thick angry clouds, like an old man being strangled with a pillow by his greedy nephews.
Stop this was his day off. He was always on call but this was his "day off", no old men, no strangling and especially no greedy nephews.
Most people diddn't have to force relaxation (or buzzes) on themselves but Rook was truly one of a kind, so his late wife had once said in not a purely sincere tone of voice.
He finally smiled and toasted to no one and nothing.
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Post by dargan on Mar 15, 2008 1:28:07 GMT -5
The wind whipped at a young man's cloak, the ice forming over almost every inch of exposed fur and sticking to clothes and skyboard alike. It was horrid out today, but the fox grayhound crossbreed didn't seem to mind to much, as long as his face was covered, his fingers and toes could take the cold. He'd grown up here after all, practicing even in the dead of winter. Now though, it never seemed to end. He could remember what this place used to be like when he was younger. Seemed the violence and crime had gotten worse over the years, even though the angels were doing a lot of good for the place. No one can stop all bad from happening right?
He shook the ice from the lenses of his ventilator, the hoses crackling and flakes of ice came chipping off and falling with the rain to the seemingly colorless city below. It wasn't always like this, and he wished beyond all reason that this stuff would clear up and that the sun would come out again. There was nothing in the entire world like riding in the clouds on a sunny day.
A slight sigh left his muzzle, filling the mask with warm air. Dar tilted, leaning to the side and kicking the thrusterbutton with his paw, turning off the boosters as he rounded a wide corner, tilting the nose of the board down and heading in for a landing at Angelo's, a place he frequented for a good hot drink.
He slowed to a hover, stepping off of his board and sliding his paw over the kickbutton, flipping the nose end of the board up and grabbing onto it as his foot slid off the tail end of the board and onto the ground effortlessly. The other however, seemed to be frozen to the footlock pad, but was rather easily pulled loose.
Of coarse he wouldn't leave his hoverboard anywhere where he couldn't keep a close eye on it, it was just to precious to him to do that, so he always brought it inside with him. Besides, on a day like today, who really knew if they'd have a blocked booster or frozen anchor. Those kinds of things didn't usually have a good ending, and if you found out, it was to late to do anything about it.
His tail flickered, throwing off some of the melting ice water as he stepped inside, pausing and looking around. People were staring, mostly because of what he was wearing. Even for them it was a little strange to see a soaking canine wearing a mask that looked oddly like a grinning bird, and it threw off his figure in the shadow of the entry way. Slowly he walked in, pulling off his mask and letting it hang around his neck from the coil tubing that connected to the ox pack on his back. On a day like today, one would be glad to have such devices.
Fox-like eyes narrowed, his pupils turning to slits as they adjusted to the lighting, and he made his way over to a seat near a familiar looking man who seemed to be toasting the air. Dar sat down, placing his board under the bar, placing one paw on either side so he could make sure no one tried to snatch it. "Well well..Look what the sea washed in."
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Post by Rook on Mar 15, 2008 8:42:56 GMT -5
Rook snorted "As if the sea has enough patience" He looked stunned, he knew Dar was committed but this... He gestured out of the billowing door that blasted in icy air as people walked in and out, the tiny blasts were like viciously cold snakes, slithering through the room. "You sky-boarding in that"? he smiled "You f**kin' psycho" he sound a more than a little impressed though.
He sipped delicately at what was left in his glass.
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Post by amy on Mar 15, 2008 10:56:35 GMT -5
The bitter wind hounded at everything in its path as to purposely knock down all in its wake. The dire wolf pulled her coat and cloak closer to her to keep the warmth of her body from escaping. She was forced to wear both since the weather had gotten even colder. She had even wrapped her boots up just to keep her feet warm.
Zahira stopped for a moment and looked to the sky just in time to see a dark figure head toward the very place she was. She had seen him often sky boarding in varies places. She loved to watch him wishing she could be high above looking down. But at the moment she thought him a little crazy to be in this weather so high up.
She looked around at the cold and dark buildings before continuing forward. She began to walked a little fast as a gust of wind and rain blew around. A nice glass of anything that was warm was starting to sound like a wonderful idea. How she wished to feel the suns rays beaming down and warming her fur. But it was a dream, and a dream it seem it wound stay.
A sigh of relief washed over her as she opened the door and walked in. She shifted the weight of the bag that hung off her shoulder as she removed her hat and scarf. Bits of ice fell off as she moved. She stuffed the hat and scarf in her coat pocket and walked forward to find a set. There were a million drinks spinning in her head but only one sounded to be the best even if it sounded silly to others.
She placed her hands on the counter as she waited for one of the bartenders to walk by.
"Sir" She called out loud enough just to catch the bartender's attention. " I know it might be silly but could i get a cappachino by chance?"
"Ma'am, at the moment no drink is silly" He smiled at her before began on her order.
She set the bag down as she sat in a seat. She looked around at the many people here as she waited. She noticed the Sky boarder from early sitting with a someone that looked like one of the Angels a few seats down. She had never seen him up close before. What a strange mask? she thought as she looked at him. She turned away when she realized that she had been staring.
About that time the bartender had come around to bring her and some others their drink. She sat quickly and sipped slowly at the warmth. Enjoying it while it lasted.
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Post by dargan on Mar 17, 2008 23:45:50 GMT -5
Dar laughed, patting Rook on the back a little roughly, but then again he almost always greeted him that way, if not in a slightly less subtle way. "I'm sure even the roughest sea wouldn't be able to drag your ass back to shore if you wanted to stay out. " He chuckled, tapping the bar with a loud clank as metal hit against the counter. It was loud enough to get the bartender's attention rather quickly. "I'll have a nice big cup of Irish Hot Whiskey if you will sir." He said rather boldly with a big smile pulling over his muzzle.
Dar had always considered Rook a bit of a father figure since he'd come back from his travels, able to go to him for just about anything and get good advice. More than just a friend, he was basically family. "Ah its not that bad out there, besides, flying makes it here a lot faster than walking don't you think?" He said looking back to rook with that same crazy grin. Most people never got to see this side of Dargan, most of the time he was quiet and a laid back sort of fellow. Not around Rook though, he knew he could have a bit of fun around this guy without having to worry about any sort of tough skyboarder image. Besides, he knew that he wouldn't get much of a challenge around here as far as races or stunt battles. Most of these people were already nice and drunk.
He hadn't even noticed the female who had come in, and who had been staring for a few moments, more interested in catching up with the old guy, as only Dar dared to call the man beside him. He was only teasing anyway's, knowing that if he were to really mean it he'd get his ass kicked clear to next week.
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Post by Rook on Mar 17, 2008 23:59:52 GMT -5
Rook growled good naturedly, Dar was definitely more than an okay guy and Rook trusted him profusely, which was an accomplishment for such a paranoid ball of furr as he was.
He shivered at the thought of being tossed around by the Teagon Sea, what a bitch she was, Teagon when she wanted to be, even the Gates itself could not liken themselves to her power, but they worked to resist her nightly.
"Ugh, I hate swimming, I almost diddn't pass the test, everyone was laughin' at me 'm not boyant enough. I sink like a stone. A really furry stone " he said sniffing his empty glass and smiling at Dar as he got up to do something about it.
He'd pay for Dar's next round too, out of tradition more than anything, being an Angel was a hard line of work but it had it's benefits. Dar was probably rolling in the dough anyway, almost breaking your neck everyday got fuckin' good compensation.
His eyes flickered towards the bartender "I'll have the same thing, but make it less.... cute".
Before he could explain he noticed the girl who had been observing the skyboarder with curiosity he raised an eyebrow giving Dar a suggestive elbow and grinned at him.
"Look's like you've got an admirer. One of the many, excuse me while I gag".
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Post by Adeline on Mar 22, 2008 0:37:50 GMT -5
A white panther had been sitting a few seats away at the bar, two empty pints already by her side. "Boy," she cried out to a bartender who might have been older than she was, "Get me another one will you? Make it stronger?"
The bartender came over to the girl. "Ma'am, I know it's not my place, but, three pints...for someone your size..."
"You're quite right, it's not your f**king place, now give me another pint!"
The bartender, rat he was, quickly scurried away to appease the tiger. Adeline was rather upset today, as she had just heard from the friend of a source from a source's cousin, that yet another one of her cohorts had been caught trying to bribe an Angel member for information about the gates. Stupid blighters didn't know how to do it right. Of course, Adeline wouldn't either. She was more for sitting in the background and watching the plan unfold, not carrying it herself.
Her alchoholic friend arrived, and Adeline busied herself with it, already rather lightheaded.
"Well, Well, look what the sea washed in."
She heard the voice over the crashing of the tumultous winds outside, and recognized the young Skyboarder...something with an L his name had, Loyal, or something like that. But the person that really caught her eye, and she inwardly cursed herself for not noticing him before, was the middle-aged man in conversation with him. This man she knew...or knew of, to be more exact. Regulus Rook, definitely an Angel and completely inpenetrable.
The tiger stood up, took her drink, and walked over to the table, just a bit unsteady on her legs. Three years and her legs were still used to the sea. Her hat wobbled a bit on her head, so Adeline quickly steadied it with her free hand. It was now sporting a magnificent feather in the top, though it had been hell to stick the feather in the tripoint; they belonged to more musketeerish hats, but it still worked. The feather was Griffin, and very old and worn. Adeline had found it one day in one of the Groves' storage boxes and kept it as her own.
It was unlikely that the Angel would be talking about anything "important" to the young skyboarder, but it was worth an acquaintance.
"Um, excuse me?" Adeline asked the skyboarder with a bit of a timid air once she had approached the two of them. "You're that...skyboarder right? Recently turned pro, plethora of talent in the field?"
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Post by grim on Mar 23, 2008 20:30:43 GMT -5
A large black dragon walked through the door and stepped to the side, out of the way of others who might be coming in. He pulled his hood of, working it over his horns. He all so pulled off his gloves and stuck them in his pocket. He looked around before moving. He noticed a familiar face sitting at the bar.
"Zahira!" He said not bothering how loud he spoke. He wasn't afraid to be noticed. Though he felt a little bad for he knew he would sure embarrass her. The black dragon moved forward and sat next to her. He made sure to fold his wings tight to his body, so to keep them out of the way.
"Sir could i get a beer please," He said before turning to the wolf. " How have you been?"
He looked around while he waiting for her answer. He noticed the White panther talking to the Sky-boarder and the Angel. He didn't noticed the Angel completely until got a good look at his face. Zerachiel nearly jumped out of his seat. It was The Rook. He knew who most of the angels were. He wanted to get up and greet the Angel. But someone was already taking him and plus it would be rude to greet a friend and leave before catching up with them. So he turned away and listened for her answer.
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Post by darkronin on Mar 24, 2008 21:29:18 GMT -5
The shadow who hung by its self in the corner seemed distant, the chattering of all those who suddenly entered the bar including the loud voice of a dragon were toned out. Usually much more vibrant and jubilant she seemed out of place, memories which she usually kept hidden were coming into play.
It was her own damn fault for unlocking them, she knew very well that even a small sip of that foul drink would send her back. This isn't to say that she is a lightweight in the sense of drinking, she could drink like there was no tomorrow in which to drink. But tonight was different, for she took a sip of one of those deadly kinds of booze. It was almost a right of passage, or a ceremony which was to be repeated only when the moons of some distant planet aligned. Each year she set aside one night, just one to drink and remember, and tonight was that night, however tonight was different. She had more then just one shot of that Red Death and was feeling it heat up in her veins, if it wasn't for the fur on her face it would be bright red. Her head had started spinning long ago, her chin slowly falling to the table in front of her.
With a thud not loud enough to be heard over the gentle roar of the crowd her head rested on the table, eyes glazed over. It was a good thing it was her night off, though something would probably happen and she would have to sober up right quick. What was the worst that could happen save for a major headache?
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Post by dargan on Mar 25, 2008 0:57:11 GMT -5
Dar had all but toppled back out of his seat trying to look around the others at the bar to see this so called admirer, but the view was blocked by another woman, a white tiger it would have appeared, and a half drunken one at that. He smiled awkwardly, sitting back up in his chair. Two then? already? He'd only just arrived though. "Well hello there, I suppose you are correct." He said raising a brow. Talent? Talent? Most people just said he was nuts.. Messed up in the brain or something. He laughed a little at the thought and nodded to the woman. "Dargan Loiale, thanks for the flattery, may I, perhaps, know yo..." His voice was cut off by the dragon who'd come in calling someone from what seemed to be across the room, from the volume of his voice, though he seemed to be looking a few seats down the bar. His attention was turned again to the tigress. "Your name miss?"
Rook was probably throwing up on the bar by now, with all this attention that Dar was getting, even though it may have been unwanted at the moment, the old guy was sure to be just a bit un-eased, if not outright jealous. It wasn't like Dar could stop the stares he got every now and again, especially when he was dressed to ride, but.. Sometimes he wished that he could hide away in his own privet room and lock out everyone for a bit of privacy now and again. Ah, it was alright though, he didn't mind this time, as long as there wasn't going to be a group.
( Sorry if this really sux D: )
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Post by amy on Mar 25, 2008 18:52:13 GMT -5
Zahira wasn't sure what to do. He had called her name so loud. She could always pretend she didn't know him but he was already walking toward her. Plus he was a good friend, it would be rude of her. She smiled as he sat next to her.
She was about to say hello to him as she looked up at the black dragon, but his head was turned. She noticed he was looking at something. She peered around him to see what he was looking at and smiled as she returned to what she was doing. She had also noticed that someone else had taken a liking to the sky boarder. She wished she was that brave to at least say hello.
"Hello Zerachiel," She smiled as she took a sip from her drink. "You know, you could always go over and say hello. The tiger is only talking to the Sky boarder."
She knew he really wanted to meet the Angel. It was his dream to be one of them. He had been working hard to reach that goal. But sadly had no luck, that she knew of anyway.
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Post by Adeline on Mar 25, 2008 20:58:53 GMT -5
Adeline looked between the angel and skyboarder; she had knew his name had sounded like Loyal or whatever. And Dargan wasn't a bad first name either. But even though he was who she was talking to, he wasn't who her attention was really focused on. The angel, Rook, was the one who mattered to her. And now, because of her presence, they seemed to be a bit uncomfortable. Apparently she had interrupted their conversation. Aw well, she didn't care anyways.
"I'm Jade. Jade Sahr," she told Dargan, giving him a false name just in case Rook were to recognize the other. Of course, he might recognize this one too, but she rarely gave out names, and the Angels wouldn't really know her real one anyways. He might recognize her by her looks though, knowing her as one of the few survivors of the strange shipwreck three years ago at the Gates. "Listen," she asked Dargan, fishing a piece of paper and pen out of her geniune 19th century black coat. "A friend of mine has a son who absolutely admires you. Would you mind..." she asked, holding out the pen and paper, asking, without words for an autograph.
She heard a slight thump from the bar and saw a dark furre collapse on the bar. Typical. It was only 5 for goodness sakes. Her attention returned to Rook. "Are you his father? I recognize you from something...Oh...wait, aren't you...." she leaned close to the man as she whispered with awe, "an Angel?"
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Post by Rook on Mar 25, 2008 21:18:20 GMT -5
Must be absoloutely star struck thought Rook semi sarcastically as he smirked at Dar. He also regarded the lady, traditionally dressed and a snowy tiger none the less. He frowned gravely as a realization prickled through him, Rook had a long sum of years to remember but his cold mind moved fast and recognized people as objects filed away for further use even with one passing glance.
I remember her, a victim of that abnormal case, there were ships and helicopters...she was just a little girl
Not letting his surprise show a lick he returned with amiable, though restrained politeness as he scrutinized the zealous tiger, he addressed everyone who was not a very close friend this way.
That's not her real name, I can't remember it but that isn't it. Why would she lie about that? Warning signals went off and he searched his mind for every trace of info he had on her.
"That's right, Miss and no I'm not his Dad" he winked at Dar "thank the one God if you ask me".
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Post by texas on Mar 25, 2008 22:08:24 GMT -5
(Seeing as everyone is here I am jumping in. Buwhahaha!)
Casey ran into the bar and grill, as the weather became worst outside. If anyone cared to look at who had entered they would have been certain it was a man standing before them as bundled up as she was. (Even though she’d been born here the dog hated the cold.) She was wearing pair a light gray snow pants and a jacket to match, along with that there where black combat boots gloves, beanie, and scarf.
It was just her luck that the weather had picked up. She had been hoping that it would clam down a little. She’d only had time off from the gardens today. Most of the time the Akita worked her ass off there. With this weather she’d seen her chance to be able to slip into The Drop and board. With the Angels slowly becoming less and less there was more of a chance of her getting out and not being caught.
Walking over to one of the booths she slide her bright green Skyboard into the side she wouldn’t be using. Pulling the black scarf off her muzzle she frowned. There where too many people here. Casey always liked to be alone. Of course that would never really happen because there where too many people in St. Lucent.
Before going to place an order she removed the jacket to revile a tight fitting, dark gray turtleneck. Setting jacket onto her board she walked over to the bar. Tapping her foot she waited while the rat dealt with other people. Finally when he asked her what she wanted she ordered a thing of water and asked if any Pack matches where going to come up. When she received a no her frowned deepened. Another stroke of back luck against her.
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Post by darkronin on Mar 26, 2008 16:44:10 GMT -5
The black wolf stood rather unsteadily to her feet, after realizing her current glass was more then half empty. Ronin, this creature who was far beyond a buzz turned sharply catching herself gracefully on the back of the chair, and began to make her way to the bar.
She slowly slinked past the loud mouth lizard who had brought on more throbbing, and finally collapsed on the bar. Or rather, under the bar, catching her chin on the way down. That brought about a soberness of sorts as she realized her clumsiness. Right quick she was up on her feet, glancing around franticly making sure none saw her foolish move, lest of all the bar tender. She placed her glass on the counter and stared down and up the bar, catching another like her...That old man Rook, here, tonight..how wonderful. Thoughts of rumors spread through her mind, she never really got to know him, but she knew enough of him. Then her eyes fell on another like herself, in the sence of breed. She gave a toothy grin, her longer k-9 tooth catching on her lip, the soft voice of the bar tender intrupted her thoughts.
"Another Red Death, and tell me who that is down there..." Her muzzle dipped down towards Dar and Rooks end of the bar. She was rather interested, but knew not why. Tonight was rather odd for her, she usually tended to stay away from others on this night, but as fully obvious by her actions, the drinks were far stronger then usual.
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