THIS'LL GO WELL. So as usual, I want all of you. ALL THE PEOPLE. To come in here. And roleplay, and stuff. Human or deer is fine 8> And SERIOUSLY GUYS if you've never roleplayed with me before, do so now. Right now. Right here. In this blog.
trolol.
Deer Directory for descriptions of characters, so you can choose and such c:
Rutilus - Human/Deer
Snake - Human/Deer
Sax(ophone) - Human/Deer
The Keeper - deer only unless your human would like to interact with his deer form in the human world. If that makes sense >>; He does have a human form, but he doesn't normally use it.
Nirvana - deer only.
Velociraptor - deer (velociraptor) only.
C'MOOOON GUUUUUYS.
Just tell me who I'm using, who you're using, human/deer c: You can start or I'll start as long as you give me a place/setting/whatever when it comes to human form. Forest-RP is easy as hell because hey, limited locations! wheeeee.
I'll just sit in here for
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Tratratrack .w.
Hm dunno whether to throw
Edit: I hath decided to throw Nate at Rutilus. Then possibly Snake.
Hm. I may throw someone at
[ GINGY we need to roleplay
And you, AA >> <3
RIGHTY HO THEN MICK but you're starting because I started last time and I'm lazy c: c: c: ]
Nathaniel often wandered
He sighed loudly and sat on one of the benches as he went past, embracing the warm golden red light of the setting sun. He took a swig of the bottle that he kept in a place in his tower so that he could summon it on demand. The bottle wasn't strictly alcoholic, it was primarily coke but he had poured in some ethanol. It was a bottle that wouldn't go well with humans, but with him it was like a very weak rum and coke. He leaned his head back, wishing he had a cigarette. He felt like smoking.
May I rp with Snake? I'll be
Would love for you to start, in forest.
[ Ickydog; of course! c: She
Sorry this took so long, guys, I was watching TV for once in my life |: ]
Mick
Today was a good day. Actually, every day that he didn't have to work was a good day. No gunfire. No dodging the fucking hexes and jinxes that some of his targets threw at him. It wasn't fair play, was it? Them using magic when he was unable to do so. Well, not unable, but he'd never learned. Physical combat was his forte, not magical.
He'd been visited today, in his little broom cupboard of an apartment. A certain female with odd white hair and wicked, golden eyes had slithered into his temporary abode - and left him a gift, which he'd only noticed afterwards. A ceremonial dagger, of sorts. It looked expensive - but she'd stolen it, and he knew it. And he knew that had he asked, she wouldn't have denied it.
It was nice to be out of the pathetic apartment he'd been forced into renting. He only used the bathroom and the bedroom, anyway - what was the point in staying home all day, watching this...television crap that the humans loved so much? It was expensive, and Snake didn't exactly make money here. He leeched off of human friends because he damn well had to.
I was just thinking about you as well.
From afar, grey eyes spotted the blonde, instantly recognisable - who else wore their hair like that? There was a presence, too - unidentifiable but there all the same, and Snake felt it. Silently - God I love these boots - the male approached from behind, cigarette hanging dangerously from between thin lips. He leaned forwards over the back of the bench, arms dangling either side of Nate's shoulders, chin atop the tall blonde's head.
"Fancy meetin' you here." Snake lifted his head, looking down. "D'you want a light?"
Ickydog
The recent fog had set him on edge - but then, wasn't he always on edge? Always waiting for something to spring out. Waiting for them to find him, tell him he couldn't escape into the Forest or the human world anymore.
Tell him he had someone else to kill.
She was there, and so was he. Stood awkwardly nearby at the banks of the river, watching this odd little mule deer. He'd never seen one like her before, and he didn't actually know the name of what species she was.
It wasn't like he was familiar with all of the terms these creatures used.
"What's yer name?"
It was abrupt and very blunt - the grey-pelted stag with the strange wooden mask had moved to stand a few feet behind the doe, curious, and in no mood for hovering around awkwardly waiting to be approached.
Not that he always wanted to be approached. Don't need people, damn it.
Roe's ears swivled around at
Her head cocked slightly. "My name is Roe," she replied. "And you? What is your name?" She offered a smile, her eyes were warm. She didn't sense a threat from this stag. "Your mask . . .it's quite lovely." Roe risked leaning in to get a closer look.
He laughed when Snake
He listened to the question and without missing a beat responded: "Light'd be good. Could go for a kiss though that'd be better," with a smirk at the end of it. Meeting someone that he actually got along with was always fun and always put him in a better mood, plus he figured that he'd be flirting later on when the clubs opened so that he could indulge himself in distraction so a bit of warm up on a friendly acquaintance couldn't do any harm to that.
Mick Snake smirked at that,
Snake smirked at that, ruin-grey eyes glittering. He straightened and ambled around the bench to sit beside the taller male, drawing a cigarette from a pack; he always seemed to keep with him, in one pocket or another. And he had a lot of pockets in the dark-green army-esque trousers he wore, though most were empty. The brunette lit the cigarette and stamped his own out on the ground.
"Need a favour before I give you this." The man's tone was casual, light-hearted. Rough fingertips held the lit cigarette inches from Nate's face. Thin lips quirked upwards.
"Sort of need a kiss, to be specific. Payment."
Ickydoe
Snake's head jerked backwards just a little, almost unnoticeable before he relaxed, calming himself. He had a mask on, after all - she couldn't see the scarred face beneath, but now that she was closer, he was sure she'd see the intelligent grey eyes that let him see the world.
"Thanks." He wasn't sure what else to say to that; unused to being complimented at all, let alone on the wooden fan/owl mask he wore. "I'm uh, I'm Snake. Howcome yer called Roe, huh?" Maybe it was just the name her parents gave her. Maybe it wasn't her name at all. Maybe it was a nickname; he didn't know, and he wanted to know, and he wasn't about to beat around the bush trying to find out.
Roe looked at Snake, a little
The doe noticed that he had grey eyes, like her own. Grey eyes were not common among deer and she had yet to see another with a color other than brown. This was a strange stag for sure, but Roe would give him a run for his money, so to speak.
[[That deer directory is so
I want to RP with your characters using Ama but I really can't decide. ;n; Is there any one deer you really want to RP currently? :'D]]
[ Yeeees~ :'D DO IT and then
UUUUUH let's seeee. ...I HAVE NO IDEA -WEEP- ]
[OKAY. /skitters off to work
I'll come back when I have a good idea. B| For now I'm going to stalk ALL of these RPs. >D]
He watched the cigarette held
"I'll make it a good one," Nate said, moving his head closer to the other man's, closing the distance between the two. His lips came in contact with the others, his tongue expertly sliding past his own and into the other man's. Nathaniel was indeed a skilled kisser, although in fairness he had had thirty seven millennia's worth of practice along with a little hint of natural talent. It was a kiss that was not too heavy with unneccesary passion but neither was it a simple joke. It was designed to be as he said, a good one.
[ Oceaaaan okay 8D
Ickydog
He, too, had noticed the similarity between their eye colour; though his own, he knew, were a shade or two darker. One corner of the stag's mouth twisted up into a scarred, dry smile, head tilting. "Well me neither, but--eh." He would have shrugged had he been able.
"I guess it just fits." He said vaguely, ears flicking. Snake was not his birthname - of course not! - but his codename, of sorts, and he was not keen on telling someone that.
Mick
An appreciative purr sounded in the male's throat, but there was little reciprocation; perhaps due to guilt, for he was taken, and perhaps because he was so focused on acting as if kisses meant fuck all to him. They didn't. Snake kissed his friends all the time, yes - not that he had many friends - but it was never for no reason.
"For that..." He handed Nate the cigarette and then leaned back, arms over the back of the bench. That crooked smile had found its way onto his face again, stone-grey eyes set forwards, straight ahead. "So. Scanning the bars later, I imagine?"
Nathaniel was a little
"Only if you don't choose to sample me yourself," He added for effect. He was quite good at flirting or so he thoguht. Probably better with a drink in his hand and with others who weren't quitee compus mentis.
"Just fits," she repeated.
Roe sniffed the air, her ears swiveling around. She didn't stop looking at him, but she was always alert of her surroundings.
Okay... I must capitulate.
Rut. I really wanna rp with Rut .w. Hooman Rut. Yes.
And.... And...
Uh...
I guess...
I'll use Jergens... or Pert... Dunno... eue
But...
Yah?
Yah.
8'D
.
(I-I really wanna roleplay
Mick Snake chuckled at that,
Snake chuckled at that, shaking his head; amused, but unsurprised. "I'll think about it." Guilt swarmed in his stomach again; tiny little flies that buzzed and nipped and whispered fury in his flesh. He wished a certain lady-friend was here; a certain comrade that had a knack for making him see sense and stop feeling bad for things.
There was a long pause, a silence in which Snake thought for a while and continued to look straight ahead. In his mind's eye he saw them - them - lurking behind the trees, lurking against lampposts. Always stalking him no matter which world he tried to flee to. They weren't. They couldn't be, and he knew it, but still he was paranoid.
"Y'know I tried to find your place, not so long ago." He mused, tearing his eyes away from the trees and the imaginary M.I. dogs that hid by them. "Couldn't find it. Thought I had a good memory, how's that?"
Ickydog
He, too, was alert - always on edge, always tense, always waiting for something to happen. Expecting his tranquil existence in the Forest to come to an end. It wouldn't happen. It couldn't. But still he expected it; expected to be torn out.
"Something like that." He mused, then cocked his head to the side. The wooden mask slipped slightly; Snake straightened quickly. "Actually, no. Not at all, really. Huh. You? You look like you'd have been here since birth."
Gingy
[ DUDE HI YAY humanRut is so fun for me to write eeee <3 ;; How should I start it? I was going to have Rut just sort of be raging around the street and TRIP OVER SOMEONE because he's a dolt like that BUT GIVE ME SOMETHING ;A; ]
AA
[ YEEEEEEY uuuuuh~ human MarRut (couple name +1) or maybe...I dunno, Verdilac and Carnival or...something WHEEEEEE help ]
((Raging on the street. I can
[ LOL ♥ here we go!
Gingy
It was a miserable day anyway, wasn't it? No sunshine - then again, no rain - but clouds as far as the eye could see. Grey, and suffocating in their multitudes. It would rain at some point. Maybe he could get somewhere beforehand - but it'd be a damn lot easier if he had his motorbike, wouldn't it? Silver bastard was in the garage. She can't fail me now, he'd thought. Not after all this time.
Anyone that had chanced a glance at him - they usually do, I'm not bad looking am I? - would know immediately that he wasn't in the best of moods. The sunny aura was gone; replaced by an irritation and shotgun temper that struck randomly and without much warning. But the weather? The weather was always a warning, if you knew him. Sunshine meant he'd be happy, generally. Rain? Downright miserable. Snow? Clingy; needy; affectionate, because of the cold.
Fuckin' weather.
Rutilus was a tall guy, sort of. Only a bit more so than average. He was lean; slim; yet toned, for when you were a deer you did a whole lot of running, and when you were Rutilus you went to the gym to show off and pick up women, though unfortunately for his closeted self he'd been hit on by one guy in particular too many times there and given up on the picking-people-up part. Huh.
He didn't see them coming, whoever they were; walked right into them, shoulder aching afterwards. A few more steps before he whirled around to stare at them, snarling. "You fuckin' mind?!" An explosive outburst; he couldn't help it. Bright, cerulean blue eyes flashed furiously, glaring. Golden-blonde hair was an organised mess as usual, shaggy and maybe in need of a trim. The man was wearing jeans, a white button-up shirt and a black coat - not his usual coat, but hey.
[ RAMBLE RAMBLE ]
He chuckled unsurprised that
Dimetrinev's voice was vastly more beautiful than his own, or so Nathaniel had always thought. He missed the other man, his beautiful purple skin marked with the lighter purple markings that signified him as Nate's. Those piercing eyes...but Dimetrinev was dead. So was Cissnei, and so was Elenora. Remembering them did nothing but bring their voices and bring pain. He wouldn't allow them through anymore. "Not surprising, it's pretty hard to find since all the buildings look the same round there." He chuckled. "Good I guess, makes it hard for stalkers to find you. You know the ones that won't give up after a one night stand." Nathaniel had only had a few like that and he was generally pretty good at getting rid of them. Few were willing to get into a confrontation with him since he looked like he could beat a lot of people up even if they thought he was a mere human.
Roe noticed how quickly Snake
Jergens loved overcast days,
He thin as well, but not in a good way. Unlike Rutilus, Jergens didn't have a lot of muscle mass on him. If you looked at his face, you'd notice how accentuated and taut the skin about his jaw was. His whole frame was especially bony, his worn down clothes hanging off of him in disarray. Not that Jergens thought this was a bad thing, it was just normal attire and normal looks... even if he did really need a shave.
When the taller man had knocked into him, Jergens had actually opened his mouth to utter a pardon before the guy completely exploded at him and caused a huge rift between them and the crowd.
Jergens was used to dealing with jerks. He had met his fair share of them. And for now; this guy was no exception. The man didn't flinch or cower at the remark, preferring instead to offer him a wide grin.
"Easy man... take a chill pill, okay?" he drawled, stepping forward slightly to scan the guy over. No reasons really apart to look for concealed weapons or something of value to nab. All he really bothered to notice was how angry he looked, and for once, that was all Jergens decided to focus on.
"Ya havin' a bad day?" he asked, keeping his words to a minimum. It was obvious that the man just wanted to defuse this guy, especially from the way he stood, one foot in front of the other, his hands slightly up. "Ya really shouldn't take yer shit out on others, right? Yeah, makes everyone else have a bad day too." he patronized, but not angrily. Everything about Jergens' body language and tone said nothing but a warm welcome, even if it was completely plastic.
((Wrote this in a rush cause I have to go to class naow BAIIIII *runs*))
Mick His fear of being
Mick
His fear of being watched, of being hunted, was getting worse. Snake swallowed, eyes returning to the trees, to the darkest areas, to the buildings nearby. Whenever somebody walked past he stiffened; tensed. Wished he had a gun in his belt, but he'd be arrested for that. This world was full of restrictions.
Not that the Otherworld wasn't.
"You don't get attatched," he mused, not really meaning to say that aloud at all, but not too bothered that he had, either. Snake couldn't really talk, could he? He'd had one night stands before, had he not? Not that many, though. Mostly slept with friends, which yes, sometimes made things pretty awkward. Hm. "You don't fuck with the same person twice?"
Ickydog
Herds. She was always a deer, then - or so he assumed. He supposed she could have been equine, or bovine. They called those horses and cows in the human world too, didn't they? They didn't have unicorns, though. Or minotaurs. Or centaurs. Or any taurs, actually. Kind of boring at times - and then not-so-much at others.
Snake's head twisted around to try and catch sight of the butterfly. It was a pretty little thing, he supposed, though he wasn't as appreciative of it as he could have been. A light purple-ish colour. Black dots upon its wings. He'd never seen butterflies anywhere but in the Forest.
A mild snort. "Go away, I'm taken," he insisted to the insect with amusement, shaking his head violently to scare it off. It was the first time he'd properly smiled, though - however crooked. Snake's gaze returned to the little deer.
"I uh...not here, anyway." He smiled again - properly this time - and glanced away. "Why'd they chase you out? What'd you do?"
Gingy
Rutilus didn't appreciate being made to look like an idiot, and he didn't appreciate the patronizing tone the stranger was using with him, either. He wasn't a child! He could have just snorted and turned, walked away. Could have, but didn't, because he felt like an asshole already for blowing up like he had.
"Cool story, mate." He said flatly, watching the guy carefully. Was he fucking homeless? Jesus Christ, he was thin. And now Rut felt awkward, incredibly awkward, because he'd just flipped out in a crowded street and now he was talking to a guy that made him feel like shit and he didn't know how to fucking deal with these things anymore and--
"--it's the weather." Oh, as if that didn't make him sound fucking crazy! Rut cringed. "I mean--why I--for fuck's sake." He sounded as if he was having an incredibly difficult time speaking at all. "Sorry. That's what I meant. Sorry. For--that. 'Cause--bad day."
Nathaniel laughed as an
"Why you wanna know?" He asked.
Roe was quite amused with
His question caught her off gaurd. She had never been asked so bluntly. In truth, she never had talked about it until she had revealed her secrets to her mate, Iphea. "Well, I scared them." She paused. "I'm a healer. And they . . . didn't like it. Superstitious deer . . ." Roe let her words trail off. She didn't feel she needed to go into detail about it. After all, Snake wasn't very forthcoming with information.
"You don't like revealing much about yourself, do you?"" She smiled warmly at him. "Oh the secrets you must have!" She said that jokingly, narrowing her eyes to give an air of mystery.
Well that was easy. Jergens
Jergens switched out from his his defensive stance to a more easygoing slouch, his freezing hands stuffing themselves back into his front pocket. Occasionally he'd run a hand through his curly red hair, or would scratch his stubble in mild thought.
He did this now, his lips pursed as he listened to this fellow's empathetic ramblings. "Weather, eh?" he chuckled, self-consciously cupping a hand to his mouth to hide his yellowish teeth - good old remnants of his smoking days. "I knew clouds kinda made people unhappy, but I didn't think they made em' total dicks too." he remarked, as easily as anything else. He didn't sound condescending, really, just easy-going.
This guy had caught Jergens in one of his more bored moods, when he liked to look around for people to talk to, and Rutilus had come in at the exact right opportunity. A nice looking guy and a bad temper? That had instant Jergy approval written all over it.
"Oi, ya don't have to say sorry, right? I get a hellova lot worse, believe yew me, Mr..." Jergens paused and sauntered up a bit closer, holding out a grungy hand. "Mr. Whoever. M'Jergens." he introduced, his grin all the wider. "Bad day expert extraordinaire! Wanna talk about it? I can keep a good secret~" he motioned over to a bench not too far away, cocking his head to the side towards it. "Why talk about yer problems to some poor sap ya know when ya talk to a complete stranger that'll never see ya again?" he offered, nodding more to himself than anyone else.
Mick The scruffy-haired man
Mick
The scruffy-haired man listened carefully to Nate's explanation, nodding slowly. He got it. Of course he did. "'Cause I wanna know things," he answered, grey eyes scanning the treetops this time, slowly. "Guess you must hurt people."
An accusation of sorts. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. Snake grimaced, pondering on whether he'd spoken unfairly. "If they get attatched, I mean. And you don't."
Ickydog
The stag cocked its head to the side again, though this time the mask did not slip. Roe's description of her once-herd made his blood boil.
Superstition. Prejudice. That was the reason his own wife was imprisoned - witches were everywhere in the Otherworld, but voodoo witches not so much. They were feared. And that was why Anne-Marie was in prison--that was why Snake was in the military--that was why he had to kill people--to free her--
Superstition and prejudice.
The stag grimaced and nodded. "Sorry to hear it. An'--yeah. Some things you can't say, y'know?" A wry smile. "On another note, this healer stuff. What exactly d'you do?"
Gingy
He noticed little ticks people had, quite often; usually they fidgeted with their hands, and this guy was no exception. Rutilus cocked his head at being described as a 'dick', amused rather than offended. "Yeah. I'm a phallus. Sorry."
Again he wondered if the guy was homeless. He looked homeless - but that was being judgemental, wasn't it? Not very fair. Still. He felt positively sparkling-neat compared to the redhead.
Rut didn't shake the hand - he didn't even notice it, because the guy had moved closer to him, and now he was focused on determining the colour of this man's eyes. Jergens? Wasn't that some kind of lotion?
He didn't speak until he'd sat down, listening to the stranger's odd rambling and realising he must have been from New York, or somewhere like that. And such a good point had been made - why talk to a friend when you could talk to a stranger - but why bother a stranger?
"...Mhm. Inn't Jergens a lotion?" Rutilus looked at him eventually, for once feeling as if he'd met someone that rambled more than he tended to do. "I dunno, love--not love--" He cringed. 'Love' was reserved for women, for fuck's sake. "--anyway. Yer named after a lotion? Really? I can't talk 'cause y'know, Rutilus, Phoebus, sun-god and sunshine and gold an' all that but--my dad was a weirdo so I've got an excuse."
Nathaniel shrugged
"Everything depends, sometimes I'll stay with someone, sometimes I won't. Sometimes I care," He added sighing out his smokey breath, always faintly tinged purple, less noticeable in the smoke of a cigarette but still there.
[m'kay. Human MarRut it is
Jergens just shrugged, the
He plopped down the bench as gracefully as a clumsy ox, his leg dramatically crossing over the other. He couldn't help but flinch a little when Rutilus mentioned his name's origin. "Yeah, well... I'm not alone. My lil' sister's name is Olay, n' my brother was Aveeno... a whole skin care family, right?" he snorted, leaning back as trustfully and easily as a man who was talking to an old friend. "Love what?" he grinned, turning to the man with an amused smile. "Ya love lotion? Everyone loves lotion, man. Especially now when yer hands get all gross and chapped... and I have yet to find a store that'll give me a discount fer some. Total shitty deal, if ya ask me." he rattled off, only stopping when he heard Rutilus drop his own name.
"The hell kinda name is that?" Jergens asked, always the blunt sort. "Fuck that; I'm callin' ya RutTut, rolls off the tongue easier~" he nodded, taking his hands out of his front pocket just for to crack his knuckles. "Psh; I can't remember my real dad... but I had this kooky step-dad and a high off her horse mom... not fun... not fun..." he tsked, resting his elbows on the bench's back. He was the type that couldn't really sit still, always fidgeting around.
Formalities out of the way, Jergens turned to the newly dubbed RutTut and grinned. "So besides the weather, what's up? Tell the Jerg yer problems. No charge unless yer feelin' some generosity fer a hobo bastard like me, and if that's the case, I only take cash - not credit." he wagged a finger at the man, almost comically. "People don't just snap at the frakin' weather. If they did, they'd be in the funny farm. Ya seem sane now, and I bored... and I feel like talkin'
Then again, Jergens always felt like talking... he would go on for hours unless someone stopped him.
((It's so obvious that I haven't used him in a long time... too long responses ffff))
[ AA; YOU START 'cause I'm
THE REST OF YOU I'LL REPLY IN A SEC K
because I'm...well, lazy ]
Snake wasn't going to open up
Roe wondered how to answer his question. She decided to be safe. "I use mostly herbs. Plants, molds, sap. I can stitch close wounds with the use of plant fibers or bark strands. Sometimes hair. I use bone or dry pine needles to stitch. Among other things . . ." She trailed off. Iphea was the only one who knew of her magic. Her healing light, as she had come to think of it. In fact, she had only used her magic to heal 3 deer - her first use of her magic is what drove her from her original herd.
She smiled at him again. "You name it, I probably have a cure for it."
[alrighty. Look at me
The sound of the washer and dryer combined with the Latin music blaring out from the portable CD player placed on the shelf above Martisol's head.
Chores, chores, chores. Well, guess that's what happens when you're away from home for months. They had only planned to stay in Spain for 2 months max, but several things delayed her and her brother's return home. And now she was paying for it with endless laundry.
Some of it was Validus's, not because he couldn't do his own laundry (especially since he lived on his own now), but because she had discovered that he had left them in an extra bag. She had decided to wash them before returning them to him.
Her phone was on top of the ironing board. She had contemplated getting in touch with Rutilus to tell him she was back, but had chickened out at least five times already, afraid he'd be mad at her for being away so long. Again.
Folding one more shirt, she sighed and picked up the phone.
New TXT Message. To: Rutti
Hey.
Send.
[lol trying a new color for Marti :3]
[ I'VE...NEVER HAD SO MANY
Mick
Snake liked to listen to people, particularly Nate, it seemed. He liked knowing how they thought, was always curious as to how people worked. And this man, it seemed, was incredibly hedonistic.
On the other hand, here Snake was, looking for monsters and M.I. agents in the fucking shadows.
"D'ya like carin'? I mean, d'ya try not to, or...?"
Gingy
Skin care family. Lovely. Rutilus snorted, entertained by the stranger, despite having initially found him aggravating, what with the patronizing tone and the ability to make him feel about two inches tall. Amused, he cocked his head to the side - and then snorted at Jergens' reaction to his own name. It didn't surprise him - who the fuck had weirdass Latin names these days?
"RutTut'll do, I guess. I've had worse - y'know, Tutti Frutti...which is a great song, but..." He trailed off as Jergens cracked his knuckles, and then raised an eyebrow. "Don't sound like fun." Agreement.
"Keep talkin', mate, I don't 'ave a lot to say." Rutilus mused whilst checking his wallet. How much money did he even have? Not a fucking lot, actually. That was what working in shit part-time jobs got you. Nothing. But nevertheless the blonde withdrew a crumpled ten-dollar (pound, euro, whatever currency) note from it and dropped it onto Jergens' lap, praying to fuck the wind wouldn't catch it.
"You can 'ave that. 'Cause y'know. Yeah."
Ickydog
A true healer. He smiled again, eyes flicking here and there, searching subconsciously for the creatures and people he hated and worked for.
"Let me know when you've got a cure for death," Snake joked - though his sense of humour wasn't exactly average. He shook his head. "That's some talent, though. You've got somethin'." And he meant it.
AA
Oddly enough, at that moment he too had been blasting music - though his tastes were very different. An old classic rock set Tuna had given him a year or two ago. Stones, Beatles, Led Zep, the lot. A high-pitched, throaty voice was wailing at him from the speakers.
Beep. He frowned at the cellphone on the arm of the sofa, picked it up - and then felt his stomach drop.
New Message.
To : Marti
You bitch.
Sent.
By the time he got to her place he was fairly certain he'd broken the speeding limit several times, but couldn't bring himself to give a shit. And he hadn't been wearing a helmet either - goldenblonde hair was a shaggy, windblown mess, sticking up in every direction, resting on his shoulders.
A large hand knocked on the door before opening it - he had a tendency to invite himself into her place, and had done for a long while now. Rutilus strode on, growling.
"MARTISOL, YOU FUCKIN' JACKASS, C'MERE!"
Idaho deer with Violet about
Dragon Scroll.
Avvie by me, siggy by Saosin
[awriiiight! 8D I'll start
Oh man... this guy. This guy
"At least RutTut gives ya a little bit of dignity to work with. Who the Hell calls ya Tutti Frutti? Yer girlfriend or what?" Jergens raised an eyebrow that could have probably been interpreted as either sarcastic or questioning, whatever worked for RutTut. "Like; I know I'm into kinky nicknames as much as the next guy, but there was a fine line between a fitting nickname and a stupid one."
Jergens snatched up the bill even before it floated into his lap and held it up between his fingers, eying it with mild surprise. "Seriously?" he examined it closely, running a suspicious thumb over the bill's surface before he stuffed it in his front pocket, turning to RutTut with a delighted smile. "And here I thought I was gonna have to pickpocket ya! Turns out yer not that much of a jerk after all..." he mused, pretty much completely unaware of the weird connotations that went with a sentence like that. Jergens had a pretty warped sense of morals to begin with.
Nathaniel shrugged, he wasn't
"I don't mind it, but...I guess like everyone else, i don't like the pain that follows..." He said at last, "Prefer to stick to those passionate affairs...and if ya ever decide you want one~"
Pressing the STOP button on
She walked down the hall and into her room, dropping the plastic basket on the bed. She let out a dramatic sigh and her phone vibrated in her back pocket. She snatched it out quickly and read the message. A tired smile came across her face.
She laid down on her bed tried to write out a message. She wrote a couple of "sorry's" and gave excuses, but every time she did, she'd just delete it all. Nothing sounded right. She decided on just simple "Sorry" when the sound of a knock and opening door caught her attention. Hearing him yell for her made her throw the phone down on the mattress.
"RUTTI!" She screamed as she jogged down the hallway. Screaming wasn't necessary. She didn't have a terribly big house, but she was so happy to see him, she didn't care about using an "inside voice."
When she came into the foyer, she saw him. Running up to him, she nearly jumped on him as she threw her arms around his neck. She had never felt so energetic in her life.
"God, I missed you." She said into his shirt.
[I want in on a Sax/Cypher
Roe smiled again at Snake.
Deerth The fog had cleared,
The fog had cleared, thank God, and taken the great Zombie Deer with it. But the Forest seemed strangely empty now - as if the deer were no longer interested now that their god of Death had gone.
Idaho, being new to the forest, wasn't very keen on this 'God of Death' thing anyway. Better off without it, and all the skulldeer that roamed with it!
He was lean in build, but fairly average in height - just another stag. The stag's pelt was a sky-blue, with slightly darker markings upon the back of his neck. Lime-green peacock feathers lay as a mane down the back of his neck, too, soft and fuzzy. A peacock's mask with a yellow beak hid his face, and most of the short, black hair the stag possessed.
"Boring much?" He'd asked the empty, clear air, hooves thumping restlessly against the ground. Idaho looked critically at the Crying Idol, head tilted. "I hear people can speak to you, but y'know, I obviously can't."
Gingy
"Dignity? What's that?" The blonde joked with mock cluelessness, and found himself laughing at Jergens, which was a relief. He liked people that could make him laugh - though it wasn't always that difficult, really. "My girlf--ha! Nah, mate, just people. Friends." He chuckled.
The notion of being pickpocketed displeased him, but then, Jergens hadn't, had he? Hm. The last time he'd had a thief around him he'd tried to kick the shit out of them, because they'd climbed in through his window and tried to take his CDs. Nobody touched his fucking CDs. It had turned out to be his adopted brother's adopted son, but hey-ho.
"Pfsh. I'm a nice guy," Rutilus insisted with a wave of a large, guitarstring-weathered hand, shrugging. "You pickpocket me, though, an' we've got a problem. Same if you stalk me. Problems. But hey."
Mick
Snake gave a chuckle at that. "Married, remember?" Not that he could even use that as an excuse. He'd kissed him, after all, hadn't he? No mention of dear old Anne-Marie then, was there? Bring her up when it suited him.
She existed when he wanted her to.
Guilt hit him again.
AA
It had been a long, long time since he'd felt so elated - so goddamn happy. Strong arms wrapped around the blonde and held her to him tightly, warmly, as if he were never going to let go. He could have fucking kissed her. Could have, but didn't, of course. Never did.
"You fucking bitch," was his affectionate, emotional outburst into her hair, nose buried there, eyes squeezed shut. "Sometimes I think you won't come back, y'know?"
Enough pansy woman talk; Rutilus loosened his embrace, but did not let go of her entirely, head tipped downward to look at his best friend. "Hi, Marti." A weak chuckle. "How was--how was Spain?"
Kumiko [ hurhur :'D ]
He never was around when she needed him these days. She'd checked his temporary abode; she'd checked the coffee shop; the abandoned warehouse; the roads to nowhere; the garage. She'd even stalked his friends for a while, to see if he was with them. Alas, nowhere to be found, and she'd be damned if she was going anywhere near the rivers and lakes he so loved.
She wasn't really dressed in a womanly fashion at all. Black trousers tucked into heavy boots of the same colour. A long-sleeved, thin top, again black. Always in black, and always covered by the long trenchcoat she wore.
Short, scruffy white hair contrasted against her clothing greatly, as did fairly pale skin. And then something - well, someone - caught her eye, someone she hadn't noticed before, and she was running after him. She didn't recognise him, no - but he was the first person she'd seen so far that wasn't with other people.
"Hey! Oi!"
Sax ground to a halt right infront of him.
"You seen a guy with a scarred face?" She blurted, blunt, face blank.
Ickydog
Snake tilted his head again, and then righted it once more when his mask slipped very slightly. He gave a chuckle, of sorts, in that strange, gritty voice.
"Alrighty, uh..." He thought for a while. "Huh. Uh..." What could he tell her? What was there to him that he didn't have a problem telling other people? Nothing, really. Right then, narrow it down. What didn't he mind telling her?
"...I...um...I got nothin'." He frowned. "I don't--I don't know."
"Surely you can think of