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Post by ninjasquirrel1 on Dec 12, 2008 11:29:20 GMT -5
Swifttail stood stock still in a stance, watching to see if there would be a counter attack. No, no counter attack. . . Scaredy cat. Smirking, he spat on his paw and held it out to the panther, raising one eyebrow inquiringly. It seemed he didn't like pain, he would have to learn not to tempt somebeasts. . . It didn't feel good. Swifttail rubbed his head with his other paw, remembering an encounter with his sister. Brother-sisterly love.
OOC>Again, not much to tell.
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Post by Ladorak on Dec 12, 2008 15:20:37 GMT -5
The crocodile contemplated this, the statement making sense now. Milton nodded. "I see....you're clever. Very clever, though I'm not sure poison is something you have to worry about much these days." he stated. "If you were here last July there was a scuffle between the National Guard and the civilians. Some fifty civilians were gunned down before order was restored after all. The citizens were trying to get a removal of the King in effect, and the Guard was there to keep order, but some assassins had apparently infiltrated the crowd and fired on the Guard. The Guard retaliated, killing around 50 or so if I recall."
He continued chewing, swallowing gratefully and smacking his mouth as he did so. "Nothing has happened since then, as we've moved fluidly in to a new government, but just letting you know. What is it exactly that you fear so much? You had a run-in with poison in the past or something?" he asked, his somewhat intimidating eyes upon her again, though intimidation was not his goal.
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Post by bookity101 on Dec 12, 2008 16:27:35 GMT -5
Stell sputtered on her spoon full of soup. She had not expected to run into someone so like Rocky so fast. She paused to collect her thoughts, sighing slightly she once again turned her eyes towards the Crocodile's slightly scary gaze again. "Sir, if you knew much about my past you would not ask why I try to make myself immune, on reason would be that as and herbalist who deals with poison there is the danger of accidentally put one in your food..." here she paused as slight muscle spasm in her throat made it impossible to talk. After a moment she continued talking, "... Excuse me, or a rival or and enemy from the past may try something, for example I had a... run in with my teacher and left something unpleasant in his food and drink, but I did not stick around to find out if it worked, so I do not know if he will be coming around or not, sense I am not as good as he, I am a little worried that he will show up again," With that she looked back down to her food, relieved to finally breack eye contact with the crocodile.
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Post by Ladorak on Dec 13, 2008 13:06:41 GMT -5
He stared for a minute, blinking as she finished. "You certainly seem to make enemies easily. I suppose if you've gotten yourself in to the position you claim, it would pay to be cautious." he said, going back to his meal. Certainly strange ones appearing after this revolution started. It used to be everyone kept to themselves, but now it seemed as if with this new term "freedom," that everybeast felt they could become their real selves without fear of persecution.
He glanced sideways at the unattended meal of the squirrel. Would he be coming back in here any time soon? His newt buddy was still around, but it seemed as if the panther and the squirrel were still outside speaking to one another.
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Post by rahka on Dec 20, 2008 21:30:18 GMT -5
Still smirking through the pain he felt, Rahka managed to reach up and grab ahold of squirrel's paw. He pulled himself up, groaning out in pain as he did. He looked at the squirrel, "I've been studying swordplay for 13 years and I can still learn a thing or two if I find the right person. I would be honored to serve alongside a member of the Darkbrush clan." Of course, there was one disturbing thing about that statement. Rahka was young, and he looked it. To say that he had been studying swordplay for 13 years, it seemed to be either a lie or a sign that Rahka had been devoting essentially his entire life to the way of the sword. Either way, something seemed off. The question was whether or not the squirrel would act on it.
((OOC: Still a little off, so I may not be RPing at my best, I can't really tell to be honest.))
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Post by Ladorak on Dec 21, 2008 11:11:08 GMT -5
The crocodile meanwhile had made a good inroad on his meal. He had downed the soup, and about 2/3rds of his main dish was gone as well. Being a larger beast, he tended to consume more than his smaller counterparts.
Smacking his snout together, he continued to attack his meal until a mole entered, being one of the only few other customers to actually come inside, having skirted around the panther and squirrel out in the streets. The rotund animal made his way over to to where Milton was seated after catching sight of him, as if he were looking for him in particular, which he was.
"Ah! Mr. Lantzer! So glad I found you! It seems your appointment to the office of Public Prosecutor has been confirmed!" he exclaimed in a reserved and small voice. He handed the reptile a missive, and the crocodile took it with a modicum of surprise on his features.
"Well, well, thank you very much sir!" he said, chuckling a bit as he used a prominent claw like a letter opener (but in more of a sloppy way). Unfolding the parchment, he read it with satisfaction. "Excellent! Very good!" the mole nodded, and shuffled off. Good! Maybe this meant he would have to start being more honest.....or maybe not. When it came to the law Milton DID have a sense of at least fairness, and for once he hadn't actually pulled TOO many underhanded strings to get this appointment. Leaning back a bit in his chair, he smiled contentedly over at Stella, saying nothing for now.
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Post by bookity101 on Dec 24, 2008 22:18:48 GMT -5
Stella watched from behind hooded eyes as a small, fat mole mad his way to there table. The mole handed the Crocodile, Mr. Lantzer, a letter and congratulated him on becoming the prosecuting of something or other, now he was looking at her with a content, if not smug smile. Stell paused, wondering what he wanted her to do. She decided that before she said anything she would get a bottle of wine to clear her throat. Snagging a waiter she ordered a light red wine to be served to both of them, thinking to kill two birds with one stone. When the server got back she had just a a half a cup full. Stell raised her glass to him. "Congratulations, Mr. Lantzer, Good luck in your new job, And feel free to help yourself to the bottle, I don't drink much myself." Stella swirled the wine around in her glass, then took a drink. 'Ahh, much better.' She thought, it was a very light drink, so light you couldn't get drunk on it even if you tried to. Looking back at him, she decided to indulge in her curious nature. "So what exactly will you be doing anyway?" She asked, looking back at him with open curiosity in her eyes.
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Post by Ladorak on Dec 27, 2008 12:24:17 GMT -5
He waved away the wine. He never drank it, not caring for it's taste. He preferred liquors himself if anything. "What will I be doing?" his yellow eyes glinted a bit now "Why, Public Prosecutor is the highest legal position in Cosnair. I would be in charge of prosecuting most high level criminals and cases. I get first pick over all legal proceedings and I consider this the very highest honor I could obtain." he said in a somewhat pleased voice as his chest seemed to grow out a bit.
The crocodile was happy, as he was known for being honest (at least in public) and it was probably his major clout with the Commune that had garnered him his newest post. If there was one thing he was opposed to publicly though it was war. He felt it would make it too easy for militarists to seize control if war broke out, and he preferred if that didn't occur. He had ambitions himself after all.....
Shrugging, he finally took the wine and had a swig, though it was disgusting just as he had predicted. He swallowed it with forced enjoyment though and grinned. "So....yes, and if that squirrel doesn't get in here soon his food is going to be cold. I was considering hiring him.....but it seems he's content to stay out in the cold, perhaps, if he doesn't come back in here, that I should go to him." the crocodile mused to himself aloud.
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Post by bookity101 on Dec 28, 2008 20:03:39 GMT -5
Stell smiled behind her hand as she watched the crocodiles obvious pleasure at his new position. She had to stifle a giggle as she watched him swallow the drink that she offered with thinly veiled distaste. Smiling now, she waved a hand for a waiter. "Well then, Mr. Lantzer, if you must be going, I will take my leave, but you seem the type of beast to enjoy my drink of preference, then please feel free to order what you want, on my tab to make up for the wine." Stell smiled slightly. Then, standing, she left some money* on the table, enough to cover most of the expensive liquor on the menu. "If you ever find yourself in need of an herbalist, my cart should not be to hard to find. I believe that it will be the only azure and sky blue cart in the whole of the market square." She said with a wink and a smile. With that she walked towards the door, just distracted enough to walk smack dab into the squirrel and panther that were talking in the street!
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Post by ninjasquirrel1 on Dec 31, 2008 10:42:28 GMT -5
OOC>Ok, sorry guys, I had family over and was really busy with work. But I should be good now.
Swifttail firmly held the panther's paw as he used it haul himself from the ground, he looked in pain. "I've been studying swordplay for 13 years and I can still learn a thing or two if I find the right person. I would be honored to serve alongside a member of the Darkbrush clan," said the panther. Thirteen years, he sure didn't look it. But of course age doesn't matter, he had picked up a sword when he was seven and had learned how to use it. Seven, hah! Some would consider him an old grey whiskered beast now! He wasn't so old, he didn't even have grey fur yet. As the strange site of a large squirrel propping up a smirking panther entered through the door, a female stoat (the same one that had sat down across from the crocodile), walked right into Swifftail. Stepping aside he tugged his snout, saying nothing. Continuing to his seat in the corner where the sweet smelling aroma of food had enticed Ikki before he could get to it first, he plopped the panther down onto one of the seats. Taking a seat next to him, Swifttail rummaged through his many traveling packs and pouches looking for food. His paw came out unsuccessful, only finding a rotten apple. As a new customer walked into the building, he rather rudely left the door open. Aiming, he threw the apple through the open door and out into the street. As the small but deadly projectile speed through the doorway, a scream erupted from the streets followed by a loud SPLAT! Afterwards came the loud and unpleasant sound off many glass items falling to a stone street only to shatter into pieces. Swifttail held a paw up to the side of his face covering his profile . . .
OOC>Rather badly written, sorry.
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