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Out of the corner of their eye, Civeaux spots a fluttering, crimson pegasus, whom could possibly fit in their paws. They continue to look around, maintaining their anchored status at the refreshment table, on the look-out for other introverted types. All of the muscles around here put them in a relative state of unease.</div><br> <br><div title="Rosi">Rosi glances around. Apart from a handful of people who'd shown up at the last event she went to, the cat doesn't really make out any familiar faces, and that worries her a bit. Not only that, but there's a little pink pegasus the size of a kitten flitting around the refreshment table and distracting her. There's a couple cute people in the security that she could chat with, but Rosi doesn't want to distract them from their tasks. Instead, she grabs herself a cup of punch and a few assorted nuts. If she's gonna be here the whole time...</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus keeps his ears perked for signs of hostile activity as he has his visual attention on Anderson. No good reason not to be vigilant during a party that was openly condemed by the closest thing Fairhaven currently has to domestic terrorists. He raises an eyebrow as Otto seems a bit distracted, seemed odd to him as they'd both just arrived. "Yeah, that is an interesting hybrid... would certainly be fun but you know." he says with a bit of a shrug. "Phos? Yeah, she's an interesting one. Got the chance to meet her a few times." he says.</div><br> <br><div title="Lilac">Lilac slithers over towards the middle of the concourse, drink in hand. She takes a gentle sip from it, wrinkling her nose at the sweetness. It sort of.. builds on itself. A bit cloying. Maybe this was a bad idea.. She saunters over towards the stand full of memorabilia and knick-knacks on sale, trying to be careful not to let her rather long snaketail turn into a horrific tripping hazard for other partygoers. She's quite relaxed, having no reason to expect trouble here, and busies herself with perusing the wares on sale while waiting for Otto to look less overwhelmed.</div><br> <br><div title="Miru">Sabella was currently speaking to an officer, while trying to ignore a certain okami reporter. Once Aaron arrived, the reporter was already being told to bother someone else by another K9 officer, while the chubby alpha husky turned around to look at Aaron. "Hello, Mrs. Aaron, I presume?" The jovial, well-dressed canine said.</div><br> <br><div title="Anderson">Anderson is further shown to be puny next to the three next to him, only slightly relieved when Lilac moved over elsewhere. He sighs, then mumbles, "I... uh... W-well, um... I... W-well, I'm l-looking t-to... have... a v-very powerful sh-shotgun made, a-actually. I-I can g-give b-better d-details once, uh... once th-the party i-is over." The dragon then sips his drink of very plain looking club soda. "Erm... so... I-I j-just, er..." Andy trails off his words, feeling a bit overwhelmed with all the things around happening. He shrinks a bit from Otto and Ebreus and shakes his head. "S-sorry... I... I d-don't r-really, um... I d-don't do p-parties, r-really. E-even s-small ones are... h-hard..."</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The hound reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small flask. He usncrews the lid and takes a drink from it. Yuck, whatever was in there was not pleasant, not if the expression on the canine's face was any indication. He puts it away and gives his head a brisk shake, whew! Damn, did his breath now smell of coffee... what was that anyway? Ground coffee beans mixed with petrol or something? | Out of the corner of their eye, Civeaux spots a fluttering, crimson pegasus, whom could possibly fit in their paws. They continue to look around, maintaining their anchored status at the refreshment table, on the look-out for other introverted types. All of the muscles around here put them in a relative state of unease.</div><br> <br><div title="Rosi">Rosi glances around. Apart from a handful of people who'd shown up at the last event she went to, the cat doesn't really make out any familiar faces, and that worries her a bit. Not only that, but there's a little pink pegasus the size of a kitten flitting around the refreshment table and distracting her. There's a couple cute people in the security that she could chat with, but Rosi doesn't want to distract them from their tasks. Instead, she grabs herself a cup of punch and a few assorted nuts. If she's gonna be here the whole time...</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus keeps his ears perked for signs of hostile activity as he has his visual attention on Anderson. No good reason not to be vigilant during a party that was openly condemed by the closest thing Fairhaven currently has to domestic terrorists. He raises an eyebrow as Otto seems a bit distracted, seemed odd to him as they'd both just arrived. "Yeah, that is an interesting hybrid... would certainly be fun but you know." he says with a bit of a shrug. "Phos? Yeah, she's an interesting one. Got the chance to meet her a few times." he says.</div><br> <br><div title="Lilac">Lilac slithers over towards the middle of the concourse, drink in hand. She takes a gentle sip from it, wrinkling her nose at the sweetness. It sort of.. builds on itself. A bit cloying. Maybe this was a bad idea.. She saunters over towards the stand full of memorabilia and knick-knacks on sale, trying to be careful not to let her rather long snaketail turn into a horrific tripping hazard for other partygoers. She's quite relaxed, having no reason to expect trouble here, and busies herself with perusing the wares on sale while waiting for Otto to look less overwhelmed.</div><br> <br><div title="Miru">Sabella was currently speaking to an officer, while trying to ignore a certain okami reporter. Once Aaron arrived, the reporter was already being told to bother someone else by another K9 officer, while the chubby alpha husky turned around to look at Aaron. "Hello, Mrs. Aaron, I presume?" The jovial, well-dressed canine said.</div><br> <br><div title="Anderson">Anderson is further shown to be puny next to the three next to him, only slightly relieved when Lilac moved over elsewhere. He sighs, then mumbles, "I... uh... W-well, um... I... W-well, I'm l-looking t-to... have... a v-very powerful sh-shotgun made, a-actually. I-I can g-give b-better d-details once, uh... once th-the party i-is over." The dragon then sips his drink of very plain looking club soda. "Erm... so... I-I j-just, er..." Andy trails off his words, feeling a bit overwhelmed with all the things around happening. He shrinks a bit from Otto and Ebreus and shakes his head. "S-sorry... I... I d-don't r-really, um... I d-don't do p-parties, r-really. E-even s-small ones are... h-hard..."</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The hound reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small flask. He usncrews the lid and takes a drink from it. Yuck, whatever was in there was not pleasant, not if the expression on the canine's face was any indication. He puts it away and gives his head a brisk shake, whew! Damn, did his breath now smell of coffee... what was that anyway? Ground coffee beans mixed with petrol or something? | ||
− | He casts Anderson a reassuring smile and pats his shoulder. "No problem. I can set ya up with a blunderbuss so powerful it'll knock a kaiju over." he casts him a wink "I suggest you load up on carbs though. Newton's third law!" he finishes saying, before turning towards his friend.</div><br> <br><div title="Aaron">Aaron smiles amicably to Giovanni and presents a hand. "The same. And you're Mr. Giovanni Sabella, or an extremely good replica whose creator deserves some acclaim." Offering a buck-toothed grin, she waits for her hand to be shaken (returned if so) or not before lowering her hand once more. "I guess I didn't raise a big enough stink at your last gathering; I've been looking forward to contact with you. You and I seem to have some very similar ideas and goals, and I'd like to discuss how I might be able to help you realize them." Frank, straightforward, and to-the-point, that's her. Besides, if festivities will begin in earnest, it's better to get all of this out into the open now while there's time.</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">Not one to stay in one place for too long, Firecracker stuffs her cheeks with several candied nuts before spotting the rubbery wolf nearby, grabbing up a little sack of the snacks, and then zipping over in their direction to stop in a hover just about 6 inches from their face. "Hoya!" she chirps out happily, words muffled and garbled by all the food in her cheeks, bulging them out cartoonishly, "Wonna twy shome nutsh?" she offers, shaking the little baggy dangling in her hooves beneath her.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus nods when Anderson explains how they're not really a partier. "I know what you mean. Big crowds can be just plain painful sometimes." he says. He chuckles when Otto, assumedly, exaggerates how strong a shotgun he can make. "Yeah, you'll want to make sure you can handle the kick. Otto's shotties are pretty damn powerful." he says. He glances around the party once more before saying, "I think I'll grab a refreshment." and making his way over to the table and then over to Sabella and Aaron.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">"I'll go and see if I can chat her up, Eb. Catch ya in a bit?" he nods to the other, before moving over towards where officer Phosphorus was. Licking his paw, the canine flattens the hairs on his chin and neck, adjusts his cuffs and collar, then moves over towards the panda. His stride is wide and his steps are slow, his usanka's earmuffs lightly flopping about as he moves over and greets her with a soft smile and a friendly. "Hello there! Security's pretty tight around here. Afraid of something?" He wasn't wrong either... that's a lot of cops and militia...</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">Edel earflicks and turns, looking towards Otto at his approach. "It is, isn't it? It makes you wonder if they're actually expecting something. I hope not. I would prefer to enjoy the celebration without having to fight off Mall invaders again." The tanuki brushes her fingers through her long hair, before rolling her shoulders into a shrug. "At least we've got more security this time than we did back then."</div><br> <br><div title="Rosi">Rosi hears a little chirping from the inside pocket of her shrug as her comm unit comes to life. Who could be trying to contact her at a time like this? The cat seems annoyed as she digs a hand in for her comm and pulls it out to read the scrolling text. Whatever comes across the screen does little to ease her nerves, and she lets out a little annoyed scoff, ears pinned to her scalp.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">"Better to be safe." Otto nods in response. "I admire the K9 for their work. I even considered signing on, but... my winds seem to carry me every which way and I tend to be a bit of a loose cannon. Best save myself and the honorable police force the trouble of putting up with me." he chuckles into one hand, then offers a hand towards the tanuki. "Miss...?" he quirks a brow and asks her name~</div> | + | He casts Anderson a reassuring smile and pats his shoulder. "No problem. I can set ya up with a blunderbuss so powerful it'll knock a kaiju over." he casts him a wink "I suggest you load up on carbs though. Newton's third law!" he finishes saying, before turning towards his friend.</div><br> <br><div title="Aaron">Aaron smiles amicably to Giovanni and presents a hand. "The same. And you're Mr. Giovanni Sabella, or an extremely good replica whose creator deserves some acclaim." Offering a buck-toothed grin, she waits for her hand to be shaken (returned if so) or not before lowering her hand once more. "I guess I didn't raise a big enough stink at your last gathering; I've been looking forward to contact with you. You and I seem to have some very similar ideas and goals, and I'd like to discuss how I might be able to help you realize them." Frank, straightforward, and to-the-point, that's her. Besides, if festivities will begin in earnest, it's better to get all of this out into the open now while there's time.</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">Not one to stay in one place for too long, Firecracker stuffs her cheeks with several candied nuts before spotting the rubbery wolf nearby, grabbing up a little sack of the snacks, and then zipping over in their direction to stop in a hover just about 6 inches from their face. "Hoya!" she chirps out happily, words muffled and garbled by all the food in her cheeks, bulging them out cartoonishly, "Wonna twy shome nutsh?" she offers, shaking the little baggy dangling in her hooves beneath her.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus nods when Anderson explains how they're not really a partier. "I know what you mean. Big crowds can be just plain painful sometimes." he says. He chuckles when Otto, assumedly, exaggerates how strong a shotgun he can make. "Yeah, you'll want to make sure you can handle the kick. Otto's shotties are pretty damn powerful." he says. He glances around the party once more before saying, "I think I'll grab a refreshment." and making his way over to the table and then over to Sabella and Aaron.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">"I'll go and see if I can chat her up, Eb. Catch ya in a bit?" he nods to the other, before moving over towards where officer Phosphorus was. Licking his paw, the canine flattens the hairs on his chin and neck, adjusts his cuffs and collar, then moves over towards the panda. His stride is wide and his steps are slow, his usanka's earmuffs lightly flopping about as he moves over and greets her with a soft smile and a friendly. "Hello there! Security's pretty tight around here. Afraid of something?" He wasn't wrong either... that's a lot of cops and militia...</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">Edel earflicks and turns, looking towards Otto at his approach. "It is, isn't it? It makes you wonder if they're actually expecting something. I hope not. I would prefer to enjoy the celebration without having to fight off Mall invaders again." The tanuki brushes her fingers through her long hair, before rolling her shoulders into a shrug. "At least we've got more security this time than we did back then."</div><br> <br><div title="Rosi">Rosi hears a little chirping from the inside pocket of her shrug as her comm unit comes to life. Who could be trying to contact her at a time like this? The cat seems annoyed as she digs a hand in for her comm and pulls it out to read the scrolling text. Whatever comes across the screen does little to ease her nerves, and she lets out a little annoyed scoff, ears pinned to her scalp.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">"Better to be safe." Otto nods in response. "I admire the K9 for their work. I even considered signing on, but... my winds seem to carry me every which way and I tend to be a bit of a loose cannon. Best save myself and the honorable police force the trouble of putting up with me." he chuckles into one hand, then offers a hand towards the tanuki. "Miss...?" he quirks a brow and asks her name~</div><br> <br><div title="Civeaux">Civeaux giggles at the adorable pegasus in front of them. "S-sure!" they beam in response to their muffled offer. "I love these!", they exclaim as they paw a few into their grasp before tossing them into their own mouth. It was a nice, salty mixed patch of almonds, valencia, and even a cashew hiding amongst them. Civeaux crunches down on them, before washing it down with the soda. "Hi--I think I've seen you flying around the building before--but I'm always too busy to chat up folks. M-my name's Civeaux--but you could call me Civ!" they smiled at the little flutterer. The rest of the lobby seemed busy-busy-busy, and the security on the job was clearly not taking any chances, which filled Civ with a modicum of dread. They wonder to themselves, refocusing their attention on the free food and drink, making nice with their new nut-bearing friend.</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">"Lin. Edel Lin," The 'coondog woman replies, reaching out to take the hand. "I have shared your thoughts! Though these days, my time is spent outside of the city. It is a full time job, managing the tea house and family. Besidese, my time in the spotlight has passed. I do not mind letting the rising talent take the stage now. Nice to meet you, though I am not sure if I caught your name."</div><br> <br><div title="Miru">Sabella grins as he shakes the offered hand with his own grip. "You share my goals? That is laudable." He adds with a grin, "If you want to help me, then keep doing what you are doing. Nothing else really, unless you are willing to offer La Maison to allow some of our patrols to use it as resting place, and in turn risking the lives of your clients. Maybe, offering food for the militias. That is always helpful, an army marches on its stomach and what's not."</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">The panda quickly turns about at the touch against her shoulder, startled at the sudden presence. She quickly relaxes a bit, shaking her head and offering a friendly, if professional smile. "You'd think so, but a bathroom is the perfect place to armor up. You could have someone inconspicuously slip in there, get their plates and weapons ready, and before you know it..." Her voice carries a bit of humor, but, otherwise, her words are serious. |
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+ | Turning to Otto, she raises an eyebrow. "Mmh. Plenty of K9s. I simply hope they can stay coordinated." Phosphorus clearly lets a few things remain unsaid, though she shifts her jacket closer to herself. "I don't believe I've met either of you, actually. Though, I don't often actually get to meet many people. You can just call me Phos, yes."</div><br> <br><div title="Anderson">Anderson sighs, taking a moment to breathe by himself and ease up from the crowd of people and the confusion around it. At least he now has someone he can talk to about a new boomstick, just might be awkward about old business relations. The dragon shakes his head, chugging the rest of his drink and moving over to meet with the cow-snake hybrid. "Um... h-hey there. You... uh... D-do you l-like th-the party?" he asks, not sure exactly what to say.</div><br> <br><div title="Rosi">Rosi catches a glimpse through the crowd of the man of the hour and, setting her empty plastic cup aside, makes a beeline for Mister Sabella. Through her approach she makes sure to keep her arms pressed against her sides so as not to jostle any potentially aggressive partygoers. "Excuse me, Mr. Sabella? Hi. I'm Jackie Rosewater. We met at your gala event thing last week? Briefly? The one with all the wannabe revolutionaries there?" There's a little nod of her head at Aaron, too.</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">Edel flashes a grin towards Phos and nods. "Oh, I know. More importantly, the sewer access provides an entrance to those cunning enough. During the last invasion, we had a goo or two try to sneak in that way. Nice to meet you, too, Phos. I do not meet many people these days, either. It's rare that I get new customers in the forest. Just the old ones."</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus grins as he hears Aaron making a pitch to help Sabella with the rebuilding effort. He takes another look around, this time for angles of aproach he can't see significantly far down from his position near Sabella. After noting them he turns his attention to Mr Sabella. "Hello again mister Sabella. How've you been since the anouncement about the K9s?" he asks once there is an oppertunity.</div><br> <br><div title="Aaron">Aaron bobs her head. "I'm open to these ideas." she assures Mr. Sabella. "The fact is, we have our own people manning the walls of the Maison - always have - and between them and your patrols, anything wanting to get inside is leaping head-first into a blender." She smirks slightly at the reference, presently too engaged in the long-overdue conversation with the gentleman before her to realize that she's being looked at. "In all seriousness, we do seem to have the same ideals, and I'd like to offer more help than just the Maison...though that's also available to you." She blinks in surprise at Ebreus and takes a half-step back, making room for him to interject.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">"Charmed." Otto nods as he shakes the coondog's hand, then answers her own inquiry. "Otto. No surname, no last name. They're long lost, and I feel it'd be best they are forgotten." Letting her hand go, he cast a smile her way, and nods "One does what one loves, or what one lives by, no? You own a tea shop, you say? That sounds lovely. I can think of the perfect friend to go there with! Is it the one I've seen on my way to the mountain, by any chance?" he asks, before turning to Phosphorus. | ||
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+ | "Really? We haven't met? Do you recall a jackal on your adventures? Well armed, devoid of mutant powers?" he asks and wags his tail behind him. "If not... you heard my name, and I already remember yours. You're hard to forget, mad skill and mad charm wrapped up on one tough exterior."</div><br> <br><div title="Lilac">Lilac winds her snaketail into a pile of coils as she peruses the selection in front of her. She settles for an adorable K9 branded vest, clearly too small for her and meant for someone else, and a little pendant with the K9 logo which she slips on right away. She blinks at the voice next to her, and turns in place by winding one of her coils further to face Anderson. She smiles brightly, and nods. "It's quite a good party, isn't it?" She shakes her glass of blue drink. "I think I might grab a different drink next time I head over that way, this one isn't very nice." She giggles softly, then smiles before adding. "I couldn't help but notice everyone here seems a little tense, however. I'd expect something a lot more lively for a party."</div> |
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The hound was ready to get his groove on, a celebratory mood taking him on this day as he gleefully makes his way to the mall in his typical style, leaping roof to roof before arriving at the entrance with a *THUD*. The hound was dressed well for the occasion, a neat leather coat, pantaloons leading into steel capped boots and an ushanka on his head. Whatever lay beneath his coat was a mystery to all, but knowing the canine, he had quite the lot of holdout weapons.
He didn't go anywhere without his throwing knives these days... and what with his recent delving into the toxic and explosive, odds are he had his grenades and aerosols somewhere on him. Thankfully, he was missing the flamethrower he toted around from time to time. Oof, could you imagine if he showed up with that thing strapped to his back? Shameful...
Wandering into the crowd, the hound nods to himself and smiles widely. "Now this is what I am talking about. Damn, Rod really put effort into this. So!" he clasps his paws and asks out loud "Where the booze at?!" Seems he was more than ready to get his lit on, he was eager as well.His train of thought is once again derailed once he hears Ebreus' voice. "Eh, what? Oh, pffsh..." he waves a paw dismissively. "Draken by a mile. I know I can't hold my booze. You saw what I was like after a swig of that lamp oil gunk you made. Good stuff, but damn did it knock me the hell out." Otto chuckles into one paw and gives his friend a playful punch to the shoulder. "So uhhh... yeah! I want something to loosen up with, but I ain't gonna do nothin' too crazy or whatever."
His glance then wanders around the crowd, a sharp whistle parting his lips, "Quite the crowd, huh... look at that beauty over there." he nods at a bovine with a serpentine body. "Exotic or what? I wouldn't mind getting to know her a bit more, you know?" he casts the two a little wink, then averts his gaze over elsewhere. "Hey... isn't that..." a squint and a scrunch of the nose as he tries to discern something through the crowd. "Phosphorus? Was she a commander or... Tactics Specialist? I think? I've heard a few things about her... she's one dynamite gal." the hound snickers, then flinches and folds his ears down once he hears that shrill cry of pure joy from a very familiar source. Ah, classic Firecracker. There was no way in Hell she'd miss a party, and Otto would know. He guarded the place. The hound sighs softly, then looks back at Anderson, realizing something. "OH! Sorry! You were sayin' something, there?"
Just then, he was interrupted once AGAIN... though this time by the gryphon on the stage. Can't blame her, it was her job. Damn, she looked good. As her words flow, the hound nods aling, and once she finishes speaking "FUCK YEAH!" he roars out, one fist raised, before lowering it and laughing softly, before turning back to Anderson. "Eh, commissions? Uhh, yeah! I mean, yeah! I do. Watcha looking to have made?"