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Post by Ladorak on Nov 17, 2008 11:10:18 GMT -5
A new wind was blowing in Rosferia's capital of Cosnair. It was a sign of the changing times. After a period of some stability, the fate of the country was far from certain. It was unknown whether or not the new form of government would last, or whether or not war would break out between neighboring nations, but one thing was clear. The times were changing.
They were calling for snow tonight and tomorrow, and it seemed winter would arrive in the capital early this year. To Milton Lantzer, that was troubling news. With such early snowfall it would seem that not only the times by the weather had changed as well. The large crocodile was off and about in the streets, heading home after a day at the Commune. The Commune was the governing body of the city, and probably the most powerful organization within the capital's walls.
It was a blustery sort of day, with the wind whipping about and scattering loose papers and bits and pieces of trash through the streets. He was sticking to the riverside, planning on heading to a favorite restaurant of his before turning in for the night. He could use a warm meal...filling, large and piping hot. It would warm his otherwise chilly soul and serve to provide him with at least an hour of downtime.
Pulling off his scarf, Milton was clad in a woolen blue overcoat, black boots and black pants. His breath came out past a row of dangerous looking teeth, expelled from his very long, needle like snout. It fogged almost as soon as it left his mouth. Yes....weather was changing too soon.
Pulling the door open to a sort of bistro type place, he received mostly passing glances, a bare minimum recognizing him as part of the Commune. Moving his massive girth in to a bigger chair set out at one of the group tables, he let his tail hang down off the back and drape lazily on the floor. Picking up a menu, he started looking it over, wondering what sort of food he would like to eat this cold evening.
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Post by ninjasquirrel1 on Nov 21, 2008 9:48:00 GMT -5
OOC> Ok, lets get this show on the road. Swifttail trudged quickly along the dirt road, tailing twitching anxiously. He stopped and looked up, the vast expanse of the sky no longer shone with it's light blue color, but had faded to a grey forest of clouds. It stretched on for miles in all directions, the end couldn't be seen. A cold breeze caused Swifttail to shiver and pull the folds of his cloak closer to his body. Winter had come early this year, it was mid fall and already it was "spitting" snow. Swifttail turned his attention to the long stretch of dirt road in front of him. It led to Cosnair, the capital of Rosferia. It was the closest city, and he needed a warm place to sleep and something to eat before the cold darkness of night slipped in. Maybe even a mug of grog to warm one's spirits! Swifttail marched on, oaken staff in hand, completely alert. . . Well, almost. Swifttail was knocked flat by a hurling object, if you could call it an object that is. "Ikki! Get over here," he growled. A small orange reptilian head popped out from underneath Swifttail's bushy tail and spoke with a voice that sounded very close to that of a duck with a cold being stepped on. "It's so nice and warm under here." Ikki wrapped Swifttail's tail around his neck. "Hmm, make a nice coat!" The tail around Ikki's neck suddenly tightened, pulling the newt completely off the ground, he set it beside himself. "Ikki! How many times have I told you not to sneak up on me like that! Especially in that manner," said Swifttail with hint of annoyance in his voice. Ikki hung his head down. "Sorry," he mumbled. Ikki's head popped up, and a smile spread across his face. "I brought you a present," he exclaimed. Swifttail sighed and looked down at the small three foot creature. Ikki held a tiny maple leaf. It was a deep red with a tinge of gold along the fringe. "It's for you!" Swifttail accepted the leaf and looked at it for while, then placed it in a small pouch. "Ooh! Another one!" Ikki dived off into the brush on the side of the road. The squirrel continued his journey, only stopping now and then for a drink of water. Suddenly the brush on the side of road started to shake and two forms appeared. One was a fox with red fur and a black eye patch. The other was a stoat with slight tan fur and a white "bib." The stoat held a rusty sword and the fox only had a small tattered dagger. The two thieves slowly started to circle Swifttail, he had his eye on the stoat. He would prove the most trouble, the fox he would leave to Ikki. Fox got a little too bold and stepped past the line, Swifttail swung out at him, dealing him a hefty blow to the foot paw. The fox yelped in pain and hopped around on one footpaw. The stoat, taking his chance, leaped at Swifttail with a yell, swing his sword in a downwards motion. Swifttail took step into the attack to stop the stoat from attacking again. Holding the oaken staff above his head, he blocked the stroke. Stopping the stoat by stamping on his footpaw, Swifttail then dealt a hefty blow to the stoat's stomach. The fox, still rubbing his footpaw, started to run towards the pair. But he was knocked flat by something landing on top of him. His face showed shock as Ikki's blade slid into the fox's neck. The fox dropped to the road, dead. The stoat seeing his companion dead, fled. Ikki scurried in front of Swifttail, jumping up and down on all fours. "Ha ha! That's it, run," he yelled. Ikki looked up at his companion and saw the snarl. "What," he asked. "What did I do this time?" Swifttail sighed. "You killed him. You shouldn't have killed him. I know it was to stop him, but you needn't kill him." Ikki turned and trotted off into the woodland, calling back to his friend. "I know your thankful, admit it!" Swiftail smiled one of his rare smiles and looked down at the road. How ever did he come by that thing? Swifttail walked through the streets of Cosnair, it was a large city, an expensive one at that. He hadn't been able to find any place that would feed him for a few coins. He stopped as he passed a small sit down restaurant, it looked the cheapest thing yet. He entered the small, warm, cozy restaurant, it seemed to be some kind of Bistro. Setting himself down in the corner, he picked up a menu. "Hmm, not much to choose from that's in my price range."
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Post by Ladorak on Nov 22, 2008 10:30:20 GMT -5
"Nothing in your price range?" a deep, sort of jovial sounding voice exclaimed. It belonged to Milton. He was close to said corner, and his teeth were showing, jutting out of his snout like jagged rocks. They weren't perfectly white, but Milton did what he could to at least keep them decent looking. He really didn't care for looking his best, because after all, working behind the scenes was what mattered most to him.
"Nothing here is over five livres! We try to cater to the poor, peddle to the middle class! We're in charge now after all! No more rest of the rich as we say! Everyone gets a fair share! Seriously!" he leaned over, his large snout jutting over Ikki and angled right at the squirrel.
"Nothing in your price range? Well....if something is truly without grasp, then by all means pick something, and I will pay for you! No need to starve after all. There are also aid stations around the city for the poor, giving out soups and sandwiches and things like that. They aren't numerous mind you, but if one knows where to look one can at least help himself survive."
Milton wasn't sure if they were poor enough to be considered beggars, he just assumed they were your average everyday lower class wandering in from the streets. He looked down at his menu now, claws clicking a bit as he raised it in front of his face. "For example, for only a livre you get this rather fine dish of ratatouille along with bread and a drink of your choice. Though, if you ask me I'm more of a...meat eater myself." he said, giving the squirrel and newt a large, toothy grin.
He was jolly yes, but could be downright sinister if called for it. When out in public one did well to come across as caring and giving however, so that one may garner support for one's actions when one planned to enter politics.
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Post by ninjasquirrel1 on Nov 22, 2008 10:48:02 GMT -5
Swifttail sat quietly listening to the crocodile. It seemed the gentlebeast was going to buy them food, how kind of him. Swifttails attention was directed to Ikki. The newt had discovered a small salt shaker. The newt never seeing such a thing in his life was curious. He picked up the strange object, knocking it on the table a few times. Then looking at it he stuck it on his head, looking about he grinned. "Hmm, nice hat," he said. Ikki placed the salt shaker back on the table, what a strange device, it looked horrible for a hat. Maybe it's a strangely shaped egg? Picking the salt shaker up again, Ikki tried biting on. "It's hard. . . Grrr. . . Mmfph." Finally the salt shaker gave way, the lid fell off in his mouth and the contents poured onto his tongue.
Ikki stood motionless, his face slowly went from a snarl to a wide silly grin. Opening his mouth wide, he stuck his tongue out and whipped it from side to side, making a gurgling noise as he did so. His eyes, that were closed, popped wide open, holding up the container, he stuck his tongue into it licking the contents out. Setting the salt shaker down, he sat there, motionless still smiling, still gurgling. Swifttail shivered and turned his attention back to the crocodile. "Thank you, sir. We are weary travelers, we have had nothing to eat for two days. We will eat what you feed us," he said giving a graceful bow to the gentlebeast. Loosening his grip on the oaken staff, he placed it on the table in front of him. . .
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Post by bookity101 on Nov 22, 2008 12:36:50 GMT -5
Stella Rosene was sitting in the back corner was sitting in the back corner of an eatery by the river, surprisingly she had chosen some relatively muted colors, a muted cream with light purple claws and ear tips. She wore a less than extravagant than normal over-cloak and was trying to sort out the menu, when she saw an orange with red spots newt playing with a.. salt shaker?? That's not hat you doof! she thought, then her eyes widened as he bit into the thing! "Ugh!" Stell shivered as he ate the salt. She switched her attention to the well dressed crocodile that was talking the dark colored squirrel. He had the same look in his eyes that Rocky did when he… Stell shook herself. She would not go down that path. She stood and checked her belt pouches under robe. She walked over and smiled at the little Newt. “The salt any good there, Little Guy?”
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Post by rahka on Nov 22, 2008 22:57:25 GMT -5
A teal-furred panther walked slowly and casually into the room. This would not have been strange under normal circumstances, but almost nothing that the panther went through could hardly be considered 'normal'. The panther smelled of fresh venison, and he had entered the room from a door in the back, what appeared to be employee access to something. From the panther's stench, it was the meat cellar. His attire was also quite strange, a bleak gray robe covering his entire body, made out of what appeared to be a rather soft and expensive material. From his entrance, the back of his body was not visible, but you could see the hilts of two blades sticking up over his shoulders.
What was somebody like this doing coming out of the cellar of a bistro carrying two swords? One who wants to believe nothing is wrong may think he works there. One who is paranoid for their own preservation may think he is a madman, a murderer. Yet, one who sees the world from multiple angles just may see the potential for both...
((OOC: Sorry if anything along the lines of grammar or spelling is messed up here, I'm a little tired today.))
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Post by Ladorak on Nov 24, 2008 9:45:13 GMT -5
Milton nodded, pausing a bit as a ferret, female, seemed to take notice of the rather odd....way that Ikki downed the salt shaker. "I would make sure your companion doesn't do that again." the crocodile suggested. The fact that he wasn't repulsed by the taste was one thing......but the dehydration was another. "It can be rather....dehydrating after all. Salt IS used as a preservative of meat for just such a property you know!" he decided to inform the squirrel. The lower class often times lacked a good upbringing....indeed any real upbringing at all!
The ferret was wandering over, and a panther had emerged in to the dining area as well, absolutely reeking of meat. "What....." Milton murmured, stopping himself from saying more. He kept one eye on the panther, wondering why the fellow had brought outright weapons in with him here. The city had enough soldiers in it, over thirty thousand he'd been told, to keep order, but it was a little strange to see this sort of thing. Why after all, would anybeast in their right mind walk around with....blades on his back?
Sniffling a bit from the cold, the crocodile flagged a server over. "Yes I think I'm ready to order. A plate of venison would be nice, with some chicken noodle soup beforehand. And my friend over here....what will he be having?" he asked, lowering his menu so he could once again look at the squirrel and his salt loving companion.
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Post by ninjasquirrel1 on Nov 26, 2008 13:27:41 GMT -5
OOC>I am so sorry. I just feel rotten right now, like a sack of year old apples that somebody enjoys sitting on. I'll get a post up later this week, I know I'm holding up the site. But I've been ill this month, so I'll try to post later this week. Note: Plus it's my dad's birthday.
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Post by bookity101 on Nov 26, 2008 16:57:27 GMT -5
Stell stood, still smiling at the gurgling newt. She stifled a giggle as the crocodile proceeded to tell a rather well built squirrel about the dehydrating powers of salt. Still looking at the newt she addressed herself to the two beast to her right. "Sir Crocodile, I highly doubt a salt shaker full of salt, or depending on if this establishment is known to play jokes on its customers,sugar, that this newt is any danger whatsoever, as long as he does not down two or three in a row with out some liquid..." At this Stell paused, thinking that they might think she was rude, she turned to them and smiled slightly, "I'm Stella Rosene, I'm also a herbalist." now she turned back to the newt. Pausing she reached under her cloak for some tablets and laid them on the table by the squirrels oak staff. "But if your friend does develop a taste for salt, these will keep him hydrated." Smiling quickly at both of them again she turned back to the newt, wondering if he would answer her or just continue to stand there happily with the taste of salt in his mouth.
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Post by rahka on Nov 26, 2008 23:15:17 GMT -5
The panther, Rahka, eyed the ferret closely, noticing the strange looks he was getting. It was common enough for him, but that didn't change that it got on his nerves, always being taken for some maniac. "What are you looking at? Do you think the meat comes out of thin air? Somebody needs to hunt it," Rahka said very forwardly, getting to his point quickly and efficiently, "Unless you need my services I have other things I need to attend to. I may not need to buy my food, but that doesn't mean I don't need an income." Rahka loosely referred to his line of work outside this bistro. For a small fee, Rahka would put his skills as a swordsman to work in any manner you wished. Bodyguard, mercenary, and for a larger fee, an assassin. Of course, the practice was less than legitimate and Rahka needed an actual job to create a less suspicious source for his income as a sword-for-hire. He made the reference in hope that somebody in need would realize this and hire him, it was always worth a try. Of course, there was no solid evidence that he was an assassin, so he was safe from the authorities. If something went wrong, he'd just hope he could fight his way out of the country, simple as that.
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