ooc: *giggles* WoW I need to lay off the anime! mybad!
queen? WoW! I achieved status factors! woot!
bic:
Shadrak noted the stomped foot outside the door, Shadrak noted the compromising position. Shadrak broke Kante grip and smacked him. "Gee, thanks, now the wholeworld thinks I'm gay!" Shadrak folded his arms and grumbled. "We're like, cousins or something...It kind of figures if you think about it, orrrr....maybe you already know?"
Kante shook his head, having returned the smack, "Nope, I got intructions from my father to follow you freaks and keep you from too much harm, maybe me pop knows it?"
"Prolly" Shadrak shrugged, "Darned nosey, busy-body old-people!"
Kante mrrred. "True dat."
Shadrak looked toward the empty doorway, "y'know, SOMEone dun know this..." he grinned.
Kante grinned back. "And I doubt he will be finding out any time soon!"
They shook on it.
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Maverick was still laughing as he walked into the bathing chambers. He was the one who wanted to hire him, Maverick thought, chuckling, so Shadrak was the one who would have to deal with him. He waited for the person to finish filling up the copper bath tub with hot water before tripping off his clothes and climbing into it with a blissful sigh. Gods, he was sore! He hadn't known his muscles were so tight. He sank into the water up to his chin, then went all the way under, holding his breath as the sound of his heart beat began to reverberate in his head. Thud-thud...thud-thud...thud-thud......thud-thud.... He felt his muscles relax and his concious fade to the back of his mind and floated, relaxed and completely at peace.
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ooc: *giggles MOST evilly* now REALLY! a naked man, all alone in a bath! are you TEMPTING me or something?!
bic:
Shadrak motioned to the door, then went out, looking for wherever Maverick had gotten to. Kante followed, grinning like a hyena.
Shadrak wandered around the upper floors until he found the room w/ the bath in it. Kante magicked the lock. Shadrak eased in, silently, motioning to kante, who also entered without a sound. They snuck up on the nearly submerged Maverick, look at each other, nodded and knelt down by him. Kante stretched his neck out until his head was right over Maverick. Shadrak jostled Kante for a position, then held a large, ugly, squirming rat above Maverick. Turning to grin @ Kante, he dropped it. Whereupon both mischievious li'l nits scurried away as quickly as they could.
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ooc: You little rat!
bic: Maverick heard the splashing and a neural shock jolted his nerves. He wasn't alone. He felt something start thrashing over his face, opened his eyelids and looked directly into the beady red eyes of a huge, drowning rat. He bolted up, gasping for air as the rat clung to his face, screeching madly. He tore the thing from his face, it's claws leaving long, bloody gashes in his cheeks and threw it away. Someone had dropped a rat into his bath tub! He gripped the sides of the bath tub and reached for his sword. Grabbing nothing but air, he looked over, shocked, and realized that he hadn't brought it. It was still back in the room! "What the Hell?!"
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ooc: well, *grins and polishes nails* the whole "making mischief business is a tricksy thing! *giggles evilly* and only us "expertish" ppl can handle such freakish tangents of mischief! WOOT! and if that made ANY sense....well, I'll try eating that old orange lollipop I found somewhere that's from at least two years ago!
bic:
Devious laughter echoed down the hallway and into the bathing room where the door was slightly ajar. Shadrak and Kante were sitting back in their room, gasping for breath in between spurts of snickers. "HE" shadrak gasped delightedly, "is SOOOO gonna kill us!" before collapsing back into laughter.
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ooc: Oooohoohoo! GUESS WHAT? Sam reads this stuff. I'm getting hammered at school because of what you're doing to my charecter! Gee. Thanks alot! \ >p
bic: Maverick walked calmly into the room, fully clothed and in no mood to play. He glanced over at Shadrak and Kante, shooting them both a dirty look. In his hand he held the squirming rat, it struggling for it's freedom. He looked at the two for a long moment, his visage grim, before he spoke. "You know, I can take a joke. Haha, Haha! Hahahaha! See? I can take a joke just fine. But... but there are lines that you do not cross. And some, including me, consider blood shed crossing those lines. See these gashes?" He pointed to the long scrape on his cheeks where the rat had clawed him. They were crusted with his blood. "This! This is crossing the line." Maverick paused, waiting for an answer from either of them, especially Shadrak. Shadrak had done it now. He'd pushed Maverick past the limit and gone over the edge. He'd crossed the line and now he was going to pay for it.
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ooc: oooh boy! and Shaddy is an unrepentant reprobate! this can't turn out well!
bic:
Shadrak folded his arms, attempting to stifle the malicious grin that threatened to warp his entire face. He held out a hand and the rat flew from Maverick's grasp straight into Shadrak's hand. The rat scurried up his arm and curled around his neck. Shadrak grinned, Wow, rats like me, indicative of nature? definitely! Shadrak was thinking, a rare occurance, and therefore, wasn't paying attention to his voice. "Hah! you think that's bloodshed, you weren't there when..." he trailed off. "bah, old-timer stories suck, I bet the whole inn could be painted red if we killed enough people, maybe mix the blood with pigment and...." he trailed off again. "Wow, let's talk gore and all that happiness eh? Well you know what I think...?" No one ever found out what that particular personality thought because Shadrak popped back into reality right then, "I think he likes me!" he exclaimed, totally oblivious to anything that had happened previously.
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Maverick gaped at his traveling companion and slapped himself on the forehead, his hand sliding down his face tdo his cheek. This guy was... this guy was to much! Oh excuse me; dragon! This DRAGON was to much. He shook his head in disbelief. "I need a drink." He grabbed his cloak and sword and belted it on as he headed out the door, leaving it ajar. Maverick skipped every other step lazily as he headed down the stairs and took a seat at the bar. He took one look at the bartender as he scuttled around the room and the gaunt-looking barmaid and, throwing the cloak on around his shoulders and headed out into the muddy street, looking for some other place to get a drink that wasn't going to try and drug him, slug him, seduce him, or rob him. Fat chance in this dinky old town, he thought, as he looked around the meager settlement.
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Shadrak cocked his head to one side, curiously, as Maverick practically ran out the door. He shrugged, and grinned. "Well...." Kante turned to Shadrak, "I wonder if he knows I can do this?"Kante wondered aloud as he put his hand into a temporal warp of time-space. His hand appeared to disappear for a moment, and when it reappeared, he was holding a frosted-glass bottle of Vylarian Red. Shadrak grinned, grabbed the bottle, and popped the top, pouring three glasses that had appeared out of nowhere as well. He looked out the window, just a cursory glance and saw Maverick. Shadrak grinned and pointed to Maverick, then to the glass. kante looked from one to the other several times, then grinned. He nodded.
The glass floated out the window and slipped into Maverick's view, whereupon it danced around gracefully, jsut beyond his reach. ^-^
ooc: ya know, I always thought I was mean to my charecter. But sister, you take the cake! That's just evil to do that to a man with the hangover from Hell, and not to mention sane and traveling with Shadrak and his cousin who just so happens to be Saten's nephew!>_< ^_^
bic: Maverick stared at the wine glass for a moment. Now what? he thought irritably as he watched it. Then he noticed the frosted glass, the way the wine slid slowly down the sides like syrup, the beads of sweat standing out on the glass's shining surface. Vylarian red. His mouth watered at the thought of tasting so rare a vintage again. He reached toward it, his hand outstretched--and the cup danced gracefully out of his reach. He stepped toward and reached his outstretched hand-- and again it danced out of his reach. His hopes fell as he reached yet again and failed to touch it. His shoulders slumped, he let his hand drop and headed back into the inn, demoralized.
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ooc: *giggles inanely + insanely* this is FERPECT! I just got back from two sleepyweepyovers in as many nights, and me no sleep getty, and now me writty evilly! *falls down and giggles inananenanely*
^-^ I knows I mean! You should see what I do to charac's who are totally and completmeretly under me CONTROL!
MWUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-gack-HACKagh....*gasps and falls down, gasping for breath* wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEeeEEEEeeeeEEEeEEEeee!
BIC:
Kante reeled the glass back in, Shadrak caught it and waited for Maverick's return. When he came into the room, he held out the glass and grinned innocently. "Thirsty?"
The glasses he and Kante held were both started on, and the nicely chilled bottle sat innocently on the table, dripping moisture.
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ooc: Davian the Betrayer jumps on a rollercoaster and rides at top speed, "WheeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEeeeeEEEEEEEEeeeeeeEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEE( falls off on top of highest hill) EEEEEEYAAAAAAAAAAAAGH(ker-splat) Look ma, I'm road kill!"*twitch, twitch* "Cleric... is there a claric in the house?" Davian and I are hanging out thinking of evil things to do to your charecter. Hmmm...what should we do?*Davian and Maverick's creators turn and share viciously evil and sadistic grins* Mwahahahaha!--ack!... I'm sorry you had to hear that.
bic: Maverick walked in sullenly and sat on the bed. He took one look at the red wine and glared at Shadrak. Then he turned his glare on to Kante. "Give me that," he snatched the glass from Shad's hand and downed it in one gulp. Deciding not to say anything about the past few minutes' events, he decided to change the silent subject. "So are we going to walk out of here or ride?"
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ooc: *giggles* well...that might be a viable solution, this revenge you speak of....however, wasn't it you who declared me queen of evil-anime-freaky-nasty-badness? or something that equivilates that sort of menaing... *grins MOST evilly*
bic:
Shadrak petted his rat and demurred for a moment. Kante looked at shadrak petting his rat, and shook his head, why oh WHY am I related to HIM? he thought a moment, then grinned, remembering the past few "innocenly mischievious" tricks, oh! that's why! ok, well, I guess I can live with the rat, as long as it doesn't end up in MY bed at any time in the future....
Shadrak was grinning a rather toothy grin, Kante closed his eyes and gave himself up to the inevitable future, featuring Shadrak.
Shadrak finally clicked back into reality, "SURE!" he exclaimed.
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ooc: Thats 'Queen of COMEDY' your highness. *walks away thinking of evil things to do to charecters(Maverick's no excception) *
bic: Maverick lookeed at Shadrak quizzically. "You lost me," he said.
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ooc: ROFL! WOOTAGE! *inclines "queenly" head* yes, you must do everything evil possible my loyal minion of....evil? *l* wow, I lost myself too now! ^-^
bic:
Shadrak was grinning a vacant grin, "Sure! lets do that, whatever you said, with the horses and the....going on foot?" that last part seemed to register on Shaddy, "ARE YOU INSANE?! ON FOOT?! WHAT KINDA COCKAMAMMIE IDEA IS THAT?!?!?!" Shadrak grumbled, "On foot indeed! What's a lazy man supposed to do around here to get recognized as such!" He made a face. Kante thwapped him.
"Horses as well, methinks," Kante said in strained tones.
Kante was considering another wrestling match with Shadrak now that they were both fully clothed, but decided against it, no point scarring Maverick further....yet. ^-^
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"Fine! Horses it is," he held up his hands in sourrender as Shadrak wailed on about walking. Kante thwapped Shad upside the head for his laziness and Maverick turned to his saying, "Thank you." Then turned to Shadrak and added," But you're buying the horses."
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Shadrak cocked his head to one side and looked quizzically at maverick until Maverick began to feel distinctly uncomfortable. Finally Shadrak blinked, "Buy?" he asked in a most profoundly dumbfounded voice.
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Maverick frowned. "Buy," he confirmed. "You know; buy. As in pay for the things you take. The opposite of stealing. Get the drift?"
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Shadrak still looked puzzled, "but why would you pay for stuff when you can get it so much easier? I don't mean steal, I've heard of that, but that's not what I mean, I mean, what....well......wait! pay is that thing where you give people those metal thingies for food 'n stuff! right?"
ooc: *grins* I canna remember if he ever paid for anything before in the story, but now, lets say he hasn't
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