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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on Jan 8, 2019 20:14:58 GMT -5
"Yyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwnnnnnn... Well, that was... a day," Cat hummed as she stretched out on the couch, setting aside the invention she had been tinkering with for the evening and allowing herself a moment to relax. "Definitely the most excitement I've had in a while. Not gonna lie, Rio... I kinda wish you had stuck around with those guys. They seem like a hecka fun group to go adventurin' with. Or at least the guy with wings seemed like a true playa."
She sat up slightly so she could offer her mage friend a coy smirk. "Had I been there, I would've made 'em an offer they couldn't refuse. Why'd they kick you to the curb anyway? Seems like they're in a fix. I wouldn't have minded helping those nutballs a little more if you were up for it."
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Jan 11, 2019 14:17:34 GMT -5
"I honestly can't discern what that was..." Rio sighed as he lounged in a love seat, running a hand through his hair, his ponytail undone for a change. "From what I can gather, they still have another friend who's missing, and if someone was willing and able to kidnap Will, I dread to think what might've become of this Lydia person."
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he stared forlornly at the coffee table. "They seemed adamant that they didn't need any further aid. Well... Will seemed adamant. Most of them seemed like they would've appreciated it. I didn't want to instill any conflict among them, but... I still can't help but worry. I just wish I better understood what kind of trouble they were in. Feels like there's something more that I could've done for them."
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Post by ThePopcornFairy on Jan 12, 2019 16:06:49 GMT -5
"Hey, when has someone saying no ever stopped us?" Mickey questioned as he lounged on a staircase guardrail, twirling his nunchuck mace around in his paws. "'Cause I agree. Those guys were pretty tight. Seemed worth hanging around. Apparently they just didn't realize how much they needed our particular skillsets. Oh well. Their loss, I guess."
He started rapidly spinning the nunchuck mace, slowly picking himself up and hovering in the open air as if the helicopter motions were lifting him. "They gave us a good time, for what it's worth. I mean, aerial car chases are both my jam and my bread and butter. No sense in complaining about what could've been. 'Sides, knowing our luck, we'll probably run into 'em again at some point."
As he continued to float by, Mickey checked the watch that he didn't have. "Only real question is... where the frig is that pizza? It's been what, forty minutes? How hard is it to find a camper van parked in the middle of a clearing?!"
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Jan 12, 2019 18:34:08 GMT -5
Ugh. You mortals and your disgusting dairy-covered bread and tomato pies. Soon you'll all be dead.
A shadow crawled along the walls of the camper's exterior, examining the three in the van without being noticed. The beings on this island needed to be subjugated for their stupidity! It was only what they deserved. Fortunately, she had ambushed a dairy-covered bread and tomato pie driver, interrogating the poor sod and stealing the revolting products (and the tips he had made that night). But nah, she let him keep his soul. It probably tasted greasy like these things anyway.
Judging by the fact that these three were discussing something about a relevant topic and pizza (yes she knew the word. She just knew her's was better), she had found her mark.
Extending a series of tendrils from her shadow, Mara formed them into a fist shape and pounded at the back door of the camper.
YOUR DISGUSTING GREASY DAIRY-COVERED BREAD AND TOMATO PIES ARE HERE!!!
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on Jan 12, 2019 18:56:33 GMT -5
Cat chuckled and playfully threw a couch pillow at the hovering raccoon. "Yeah, probably. Heck, why not go out on the town and try to find 'em ourselves tomorrow? Feels like it's been a while since we've actively looked for shenanigans to partake in. I'm down to get my shenan on again."
A knock on the back door drew her attention. "Ugh, finally..." She did a limp attempt at a backward somersault off the couch, plopping onto the floor. A split second later, she was on her feet again, swiping twenty-five dollars off the coffee table before dashing over to the door.
"Hey, took ya long enough," Cat murmured, instantly snatching the stack of pizza boxes and tossing out the money without even looking the deliverer in the face. "Keep whatever's leftover as a tip. Grazie!"
And then Cat kicked the door shut without another word or passing glance. She was already digging into the box at the top of the stack as she rejoined her teammates, though the look of dissatisfaction on her face stopped her from ripping a piece out. "Hawaiian? Really, Rio? I like my ham, that goes without saying, but does anyone out there actually unironically like pineapple pizza?"
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Jan 12, 2019 19:21:34 GMT -5
Rio sighed and nodded, looking between Cat and Mickey as the former wandered over to the door and the latter aimlessly floated above them. "I think that might be a good idea. As much as I hate to pry, this whole matter seems too dubious to simply let slide. They'll be better off if friends find them before their enemies do."
He sat up and raised an eyebrow as he watched Cat answer the door, barely leaving it open for three seconds as she accepted and paid for the pizzas. Her behavior wasn't exactly anything out of the ordinary, but Rio couldn't tell who was standing on the other side of the door. Never mind the fact that Cat was partially obstructing his view and the door was closed just as quickly as it was open. Was there anyone even out there?
As Cat reentered the sitting area, mocking his tastes in the meantime, Rio stood up with a stern frown. "This coming from the girl who puts peanut butter on her French fries. That was really rude, Cat. They probably had a hard enough time finding our van. You didn't have to slam the door in their face." He then started walking towards the door himself, prepared to apologize on his teammate's behalf.
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Post by ThePopcornFairy on Jan 12, 2019 19:54:25 GMT -5
Mickey caught the pillow and tossed it back onto the couch, plopping onto the cushions himself soon thereafter. "Hey, pineapple, anchovies, bananas, potatoes, hot fudge, who gives a frig? Pizza's like a canvas. I say have fun with it."
With that said, Mickey grabbed a slice of Italian sausage and banana pepper pizza with one paw and pulled a bottle of conspicuous crimson liquid out of his pocket with the other. He yanked out the stopper and poured a descent helping of the viscous fluid onto the cheesy triangle. "No mistakes. Only happy little accidents."
After taking a hefty bite, Mickey looked up at Rio as he stormed over to the door, then turned to Cat and asked with his mouth full, "What's he complaining about? You gave the delivery boy the tip, right?"
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Jan 12, 2019 20:57:19 GMT -5
Actually, I stole the delivery boy's tips. Not that I even care for the human concept of money.
A shadow slid under the camper door that had been oh so rudely slammed in her face. It's not like she had to deliver their pizza, or for that matter mug the delivery man. Or steal all his clothes. Oh well. It's not like she had endured worse for the sake of doing the world a favour.
Allowing her eyes to manifest, the shadow creeped up along the loveseat. This Cat girl smelled better than most bipedal mammals. But that wasn't much of a compliment. Oh well. It's not like Mara came here to make friends.
In a quiet tone, the shadow whispered, "Boo." And then, its eyes vanished and it slid away again, under the loveseat this time...
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on Jan 13, 2019 16:43:10 GMT -5
"Hey, that mess is delicious and I will hear NO WORD to the contrary!" Cat shouted as she grabbed a piece of pepperoni stuffed crust, pointing the slice at Rio's back as he walked away. Then she turned back to Mickey and stuffed a bite in her cheek. "Heathen."
Standing there, munching on her pizza, Cat offered Mickey a shrug. "Yeah, you'd think he'd be used to this by now. Never mind the pizza guy. I'm still just wondering what those guys had against hi-DAHHH!!!"
The moment Cat heard the voice and saw the bright green eyes, she whipped around and hurled her pizza at it, the greasy triangle splatting on the chair just as the shadow faded away. Immediately afterwards, Cat went rigid, staring at the mess with a blank expression. She then whipped her flyswatter out of her pocket, finding herself equally dreading whatever might've been in the camper van with them and Mickey's wrath over the ruined upholstery.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Jan 13, 2019 16:55:44 GMT -5
Rio opened the door, his look of exasperation fading when he found no one standing outside the camper van. His eyes warily darted back and forth, trying to determine what exactly it was that he had seen earlier. Somehow he doubted the delivery person had up and disappeared that quickly. Given his earlier suspicions, he had the feeling that something stranger was afoot here.
Sure enough, Cat let out a yelp and chucked a piece of pizza at some unseen force, attracting Rio's attention. In response, Rio closed the door and cast a detection spell, searching the camper van and the surrounding area for any suspicious entities...
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Post by ThePopcornFairy on Jan 15, 2019 18:59:02 GMT -5
"..........................."
Mickey stared blankly at the chair. Then at Cat. Then at the chair again. In a long, awkward moment of silence, his eyes flicked back and forth between the smeary mess of meat, cheese and sauce, and the coyote-weasel-robin anthro who inflicted it upon his furniture.
Seeing Cat's nervous reaction, seeing her unsheathe Goldenhand, Mickey calmly stood up, walked over to her, and gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder. "Cat? It's okay. I'm not mad," he said with an eerily pleasant smile complete with uncomfortably intense red eyes. The smile of a man who was suppressing his righteous fury so that it may build into its purest, most devastating form. A smile that seemed to embody the calm before the storm. Or volcanic eruption, more likely.
"No, but seriously, what's that smell?" he asked, taking on a more natural expression of confusion. "This place smells like something the cat dragged in, died from, then continued to eat and regurgitate in an endless cycle while its soul festered in the lowest sulfuric pool of the Doom Pits."
Something was in the camper van. Well, that was fine by Mickey. Someone had to die for the sake of his chair.
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Jan 15, 2019 19:34:07 GMT -5
Oh, little mortals. Never change. I may find you amusing, but I still need an excuse to kill each and every single one of you off! ... Wait, why do I care about having an excuse for anything? When has that never stopped me?!
Mara felt something pass over her shadowy form. The work of that mage, most likely. Or, should she say, Riordan VonFelden, the original target for that shady injection? Whatever. She really didn't care about names aside from what got her results.
She slid along the walls, mentally rolling her eyes. Was it possible to get more distasteful than a camper van? ... Actually, yes. It could be one of those feeding chambers used by the immobile humans to get their daily fix of whatever. While their food was disgusting, yes, it was at least recognizable as food. Not lard mixed with trace amounts of other nutrients. Anyhow!
"Do you ever feel like you're being watched?" Mara projected her voice into the room. "You lucked out, my dear Rio. For you did not get to be the unlucky sod that got injected with a shady surveillance probe today."
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on Jan 16, 2019 17:59:30 GMT -5
Cat said nothing more on the matter of Mickey's chair. The less attention drawn to it, the better. Anyone who knew the raccoon knew that there would be doom to pay for it regardless.
Instead, with her flyswatter at the ready, Cat looked around for the source of the voice with a dangerous glint in her fiery amber eyes. "Alright, ya filthy animal, get your booty out here already! If you're gonna go and spoil the fact that you're spying on us, at least have the decency to do it out in the open where we can beat the frig outta you!"
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Jan 16, 2019 20:47:05 GMT -5
Rio raised an eyebrow, his eyes shifting towards the furniture. His narrow scowl seemed to pierce right through the couch, while he himself seemed unaffected by the taunts directed specifically at him. He didn't even seem particularly surprised by the mention of his name, at least not on the surface. Threats were not an especially new concept for him.
The mage murmured something under his breath. At his command, the living room was briefly engulfed in a flash of light that faded just as quickly as it had ignited. A green aura was left surrounding the furniture, the two anthros standing nearby, and a peculiar cat-shaped figure hiding in the shadow of the couch.
"Either explain yourself or leave," Rio ordered the unknown creature radiating with green faerie fire. "I have little patience for cagey gibes."
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Post by ThePopcornFairy on Jan 19, 2019 13:16:41 GMT -5
"Gaaaaah-ahh...!" Mickey writhed in discomfort when he and Cat got caught in the blast radius of Rio's spell, covering them in dim green light. "Rio, I appreciate the effort, but do you have to turn us minty fresh too? Every time with this mumbo-jumbo."
He shook it off and took note of the green-glowing creature hiding under his couch, appropriately picking his nunchuck-mace back up. "Wasn't expecting more company tonight, but I'm all for spontaneity. Tell me, what kind of fun are you looking for? The red wine and Marvin Gaye kind, or the my claws in your private sectors kind? Or both? I can do both."
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