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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 31, 2009 16:16:04 GMT -5
...where do our wolfies go between threads?  |
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jan 31, 2009 17:05:23 GMT -5
Omg, you actually posted this XDXD
Well, let's see.... we all live in author's boards, and come out in order to post, so maybe they, too, have their own place to rest while waiting to be used...
Who knows, maybe there's a Wolves of the Mist Cafe or a Wolves of the Mist Bar where our wolfies relax in the meantime
XDXD *is so random right now*
Example:
Sanceul sighed after a long thread in which she was viciously mauled. She glanced around, wondering where her In Context savior, Damien, was. She shrugged when he wasn't around, and entered the WotM Bar.
There, she sat on a stool, and stared blankly across the bar. Death (the bartender) glanced back at her, mindlessly scrubbing a dirty glass with a wet rag.
XD ...you can tell that I'm drinking a soda right now
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 31, 2009 17:22:27 GMT -5
OMG! Death WOULD be the bartender xD (also the priest for those devout wolfies  ) "Damn that grit 'n' grime! Stubborn foul! Well hey there, missus....I must say, that 'I was just almost mauled to death' look sure fits you fine! What did they do to you this time, Sandy? Can I call you Sandy? Good, good. Oh, and what can I get you? You look like you need something strong...." Death snickered heartily, beaming at the dilapidated fae. So what if I'm not technically evil? I can still laugh in everyone's faces! "MWUAH HA HA-- oops, sorry, Sandy. Forgot I had company for a minute there....hey, maybe we should get married! Apparently I'm comfortable around you!" He cackled as only a maniac cackles, then returned to his fruitless scrubbing. |
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jan 31, 2009 17:41:50 GMT -5
(of course XDXD the priest is OBVIOUSLY also a bartender...)
Sanceul stared blankly back at Death, apparently still not amused in the least. "I'll take a shot of whiskey," she muttered dryly. But when Death mentioned marriage, she growled and narrowed her eyes. "Dude, what the hell? That's a little overly creepy, alright?" Apparantly not in the mood for jokes, she spun around her stool and looked around the room, noticing the speaker on the wall that alerted wolves when their rpers needed them for a thread.
I wonder when Wolfie'll call me and get me the heck outta this place... better yet, I wonder when Death'll serve me my drink!
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 31, 2009 18:07:11 GMT -5
Death shrugged, and went about preparing her drink. "My name is Death. I am the fallen King of Blood Mist, turned into some sort of Dr. Phil clone. Cut me a break, lady -- I need to at least have the right to be creepy! It's not like I get to go out like you living wolfies and actually do stuff. Whenever I get called into threads, which is close to never, they're to witness Rhain and Lupus being freaks with each other or getting into another fight. Kid, you don't know how lucky you've got it. Or better yet, you can totally kick somebody's arse if you want to. The last guy I opened up a can of whoop-ass on was ---"
Death set Sanceul's drink of the counter, pausing in silence as he did so. A gurgling noise emitted from a propped open door that led to the male facilities. A scraggly, green-looking wolf poked his head out from the door, a mop resting on his head and a bucket of dirtied water on wheels close by.
"---Bloodsbane over there," Death grumbled irritably.
The door swung open and in rushed a frantic-looking Damien. "Death, I need the strongest thing you've got and fast. Sanceul, they're calling us in soon, and you don't want to know what they're planning to do with us. I guess there are like three other wolves involved in this , probably more," he woofed, groaning. "We're going to get beat up, I just have a bad feeling...."
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jan 31, 2009 18:29:07 GMT -5
((...wow, this suddenly turned into an rp thread, LOL XDXD But who cares, I'm lovin' it!))
"Well, yeah... but--" But then Death suddenly mentioned Bloodsbane, who was drinking like a sailor and paying the price just beside them. Pausing for a minute, she closed her eyes and muttered, "Point taken. Feel free to be a creep."
And, very suddenly, a familiar voice caught her attention. She glanced up, nodding to Damien as he sat beside her and filled her in on the plans of their roleplayers. She groaned. "Didn't we just get in a fight? Damn, we need to start hiring stunt doubles or something..."
The door to the bar suddenly slammed once more, causing Sanceul to wince at the noise. She glanced over her shoulder to see Arroyo racing over to them, holding a newspaper in his paws.
"Hey, guys, you two might want to check this out," Arroyo began, setting the paper down on the counter. "It's the new Couple of the Month poll..."
Sanceul stared at the page, read it... and continued staring... and staring... and staring...
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 31, 2009 19:18:47 GMT -5
Damien took several staggers backwards, eyes wide and locked on the headline....and the list of names....a particular pair under the title.
"Forget it, Death. Whatever you've got, it's not going to be strong enough--"
Obnoxiously, the speakers in the corners blared an order of names.
"Yo, Sandy, Damien, you're need in the Mountains of Endless Winter. Sylvana, you'd better get your tushie over there, too," the black box wheezed.
"Just lovely," Sylvana groaned, stirring in the corner of the musty bar. She'd been collapsed and asleep on a table, located conveiniantly under a speakerbox. She removed a themometer from under her tongue, cursing loudly at the outcome and tossing it over her shoulder. She shed a plaid blanket on her way out, then proceeded to mat herself with snow on structure's porch. "They're making me SICK. Oh, YAY!" She crowed with sarcasm. "Better watch yourselves. My bad mood is carrying over into this thread....don't be late, freaks." The russet (and now partially white) blur took off speedily towards the city's outer limits.
Damien was considering feigning death and ignoring the siren, but then remembered he was somewhere between dead and not dead, and that was not an option. xD
"Giddyup, dudes. I'll save this for you, Sanceul. I'll have something for you guys waiting when you get back....you'll need it!" Death snickered, eyes gleaming with mischeif. "Sivvy told me what she and Wolfie are plotting."
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jan 31, 2009 20:19:23 GMT -5
Rubbing her temples with her forepaws, Sanceul let out a small groan, the siren obviously not helping to combat the headache that now spread through her skull. I wish I could just have a freaking day off sometime... and why does everyone keep calling me Sandy??
Nodding towards Death as he spoke, her lips curling in annoyance. "Yeah, yeah... and seeing as I doubt you're going to tell us, I'll be leaving now... oh, and if you don't mind, could you please throw that newspaper out? I already have Regulus accusing us." Sighing and shoving the newspaper away, Sanceul jumped off the stool and raced after Damien, wishing she had had at least a little sip of liquor.
((.........does that answer your question of what wolfies do between threads, sivvy? XDXD))
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 31, 2009 20:25:54 GMT -5
((yes, yes it does. We should stalk them more often ) |
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Feb 1, 2009 11:40:37 GMT -5
Everyone knows they go to Candy Mountain. That's where all the energy come from!
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"My name is Percy Jackson, and I am INVINCIBLE!!"
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