RP:Litter Revolt Emerges
Summary
The Litter Revolt, a gang comprised of fermin, appear in Kelay for the first time, holding up Kelay Tavern and making off with shinies and booze for their efforts.
Location
Kelay Tavern
Action!
Gekz bursts into the Kelay tavern, his left eye covered over by an eye patch as a large scar is across his face. In his right hand is a wooden billy-club, poised for the beating of a lifetime upon an unsuspecting foe. His left hand begins to snap, middle finger against thumb, an oddly rhythmic pattern that seems quite unbecoming of a fermin enforcer.
Ordox lifted a pooling charcoal eye toward the Fermin as he made his entrance. A raised brow is all that is given in response to the enforcer's theatrics, not giving him much more concern other than a soft "Hmph.." Eyeing him quietly, still seated, a carefree expression is exhibited, not worried at all about the creature and his not-too-threatening weapon.
Gekz glares at Ordox with beady, ratty red eyes. He then takes another step inside the tavern, left foot crossing over right as he moves forward, yet feet go sideways with delivered precision. His left hand continues to snap its fingers like clockwork. "When you're a rat., you're a rat all the way..." he squeaks out of a strange deeper voice than expected from a fermin enforcer. He then brings his right foot up onto a nearby chair, left one remaining upon the wooden planks of this place, all the while continuing to snap THOSE fingers...
Ordox becomes slightly more interested, not necessarily in the matter of Gekz's musical dramatics, but rather to his style of movement. It almost seems mesmerizing; the precision and beat that he is able to keep upon his entrance. Though the shifter remains calm, simply studying the rat and his going-ons, prepared for whatever sort of euphonic stylings come thereafter.
Lucrezia hobbles into the tavern held aloft on nine inch heels. In an attempt to add a hint of class the moll places an army upon her hip and looks around with her beady little eyes.
Gekz continues to watch Ordox as another fermin scent tickles his well-trained nostrils. He continues to snap his fingers, singing in melodious form, "From your first cigarette to your last dyin' day..." as he removes his right foot from atop the chair. With extreme skill, one foot continues to slide over the other until he does a quick twist near Mesthak's bar, placing his back firmly against the bartop, elbows resting upon its top. He continues the snapping of his left fingers, right hand letting the club dangle effortlessly and freely, though ready at a moment's notice if need be.
Goudal appears from the north.
Ordox was observing for quite some time until the soles of his feet began tapping gently to the melodic rhythm. It was at this point that he became a bit overwhelmed with the frustration of the tune. "Some sort of bard, are you?" He calls out to the rat, making sure that his voice was projected loud enough to be heard by Gekz, taking into account his distance and overcome his own sounds. "You may have quite the voice and performance, though I don't think you will earn as much with that face..." The shifter smirked, not at all attracted to the Fermin, though at least he was not a woman.
Lucrezia saunters over to Gekz her arms stiffly at her side, paws protruding horizontally as if for balance as she pushes her bust out in front, all the while chewing her gum, sending her whiskers into a mad frenzy. "What's up Gekz? And what's with the geezers?"
Gekz sneers towards Ordox at the mention of being a bard. He was no bard. He was not a gleeman. He was an enforcer, but perhaps he needed to show more. Gently pushing off the bartop, he begins to walk adroitly toward Ordox, the club in his right hand swinging at his side. It wasn't an imposing object, but it served the purpose of the fermin. "When you're a rat, if the spit hits the fan. You got family around, you're a litter man!" he shouts before slamming the club into a table, breaking it in twine as his ears perk up, listening for any retaliation forth coming for his sudden, brash actions upon the undefended table.
Lucrezia claps her hands, "Oh Boy Gekz does this mean fireworks?"
Ordox 's hands had been kept folded under the table, his legs crossed atop each other in a feminine manner. He was not at all worried as the fermin approached, but at the same time, there was no harm in taking proper precautions. Unseen from prying eyes, the hidden arms of the Shifter had begun elongating, smoothing out and slendering into a distinct sharpened point. The arm-blades stay in hibernation for the moment as Ordox responds to the rat's accosting. His vision twists from the splintered club (or table? not sure) to Gekz's face. "Is that supposed to be intimidating? Why not you and your hideous harlot take your leave in peace?"
Goudal appears from the south.
Gekz smirks before drawing forth an evil looking crossbow that was laced to his back. It has a quiver of slotted, black projectiles with a shimmering light as they seemed to be made from a mysterious, chaotic material. The repeater crossbow is squared towards Ordox as the fermin enforcer smirks just a bit more revealing mangled, stained teeth. "Say hello to my lil' friend!" as he cocks the weapon, preparing to unleash hell, and chaos, upon this establishment.
Goudal pitter patters into the patron's bar pointing at Ordox. " This scum ball." Rubs his greasy face.
Ordox returned the smile, though in place of the tainted teeth, a set of perfect pearly whites are displayed, "Ah...He is indeed little. I suppose it is meant to match your other tiny weapon?"
Lucrezia wildly throws her arms into the air with a horse laugh. "Firewerkz time!"
Lucrezia blows a large pink bubble of gum as she squeals with excitement at Goudal, "Well if it isn't the geez with the sleaze come to join our party!"
Gekz grins before unleashing hell upon the fireplace at the corner of this place. Three chaos-wrapped arrows slam into the hearth, exploding into a showering gleam of blackened flames. The chaotic inferno now begins to lick itself up the back wall, yearning to feast upon anything close by as the fermin enforcer laughs maniacally, quickly reloading the weapon once more and drawing its aim down to the shape-shifter.
Ordox quickly stands at attention. The Shifter was much more prepared for a direct assault upon him rather than the obsidian holocaust that erupts on the tavern's other side. A glance is given, watching as the flames eagerly search for fuel to continue their rage before returning his gaze to Gekz, weaponized limbs are now fully on display, "Quite the trick, rat...What is your point!?" He raises those bladed arms into a defensive position.
Goudal meanders about looking for anything he could stuff in his robes.
Kione seems to appear from out of nowhere, spontaneously generating next to you.
Gekz motions his crossbow towards the door. "This be a stick-up. Leave, unless you want to hand over your shinies!"
Gekz sneers towards Kione. "Out, unless you wish to donate to our cause."
Goudal Pulls 2 small repeating crossbows from his loose sleeves. " Do what he says or meet your maker!"
Lucrezia pounces with ratlike grace over the flames seeming to cartwheel in midair before grasping a hook with her tail and flinging herself onto the bar top. With a wiggle and jiggle of victory accompanied by another horse laugh the moll scurries down the bar shoving each bottle of booze into her snag bag with a shout of "Yoink!" for each one she gains with her infamous five "fingered" discount.
Ordox holds his arms out in a horizontal fashion, showing that he carries no bag and clearly no belongings on him. Little would the rat-pack know that his body itself is a much more useful container. "I hold no possessions and I care not for your robbery. Though, I shall insist that you cease your irritating musical theatre." His eyes passed for a moment to Goudal as he began rummaging for trinkets.
Gekz looks queerly towards Ordox, as he does not appear to be running in fear and yet telling the enforcer to not be musical. Cock-eyed and crazy-eyed, the fermin takes a few well thought-out steps towards the shape shifter. His left hand starts snapping yet again before he leaps upon a table top, feet balanced by the lengthy black tail that acts in due time behind him. "When you're a rat, you're the top cat in town! You're the gold medal rat, with the heavyweight crown!" He narrows the chaos-wrapped arrows uopn Ordox's form, should he try anything during this scene unfolding.
Goudal stares at Kione all cock eyed pointing one of the Chaos arrows directly at their face. " Out with it!" His other weapon pointing at the shifter encase he or it should do something funny.
Gekz said to Leifong, "This be a stick-up! Hand over your shinies to our cause or leave!"
Gekz shouted, "This be a stick-up! Pass me your shinies or leave!"
Lucrezia snaps her fingers and sways from side to side with a bottle clutched in her other hand stuffed with cloth. "You think they'd never had a stick up before. Craaaazy geezers!"
Goudal Rushes the door looking for people entering or trying to leave. " No Body Move....Okay Move, but for the shineys! "
Ordox, though he was a homosexual, was not at all fond of show-tunes, especially when being performed by a form as disgusting as Gekz. Hoping to be quicker than the fermin's 'finger' on the trigger, a leg is whipped outward, in mid-moment forcing a ball of mass into where the foot would be, crashing into the table table leg and breaking it from the top. The wooden table immediately begins crashing to the tavern floor with Gekz still on top. Ordox's hope was that the table would at least put an end to the enforcer's snapping and singing and hopefully throw off his crossbow aim as well. Though, if it did not, the shifter had no worry in his face. He had no fear of the bolts, as his doughy mass was completely prepared.
Goudal shouted, "Out with it! *waving the dual welded cross bows at the crowd*"
Leifong stares coldly down at the little rat creature who was currently trying to relieve him of his coinage with no apparent care for who he might be or when exactly he'd appeared within Kelay Tavern. No one would have seen him enter, after all... he would just suddenly be there as usual. "And what cause would that be?" the Haruspex asks in a lackluster imitation of true curiosity, his shadow cowled form twisting unnaturally as he bends down to Gekz' level, nearly eye to eye.
Beata drops 10 silver chunk
Beata dropped her load of silver and steps closer to her niece..
Gekz feels the rickety table begin to ricket and roll more than usual and leaps up, twisting all the while his tail darting upward, searching for the beams that are mysteriously always about in this tavern. Luckily, that extra limb does favor for the enforcer as it indeed finds a beam that holds the roof of this place, snatching it up and letting the fermin dangle like a carrot on a stick. Unhappy with the current situation, the singing creature unleashes a dual set of chaos-shard laced arrows upon the ground at Ordox's feet, instantly exploding into a shadowy blaze that seeks to devour anything living. "When you're a rat, you're the swingest thing! Little pet, you're a man! Little man, you're a king!" He then calls out to his fellow litter members. "Get the shinies. Get the booze. The litter needs the goods!"
Gekz seems to be ignoring Leifong, at the mo', as he is quite preoccupied, dangling from the ceiling.
Goudal scurries to collect the silver, leaving his post of the door.
Lucrezia shrugs her shoulders and flicks her faux blonde hair from her face as she swings over to the cash register singing in her own little way. "Get the shinys always the shinys!" before blasting the drawer open with a smaller crossbow like device hitherto stashed down her top. The moll then stuffs that in the snag back also while hopping from foot to foot.
Leifong seems no more interested with the rat creatures than they apparently are with him. With his question being ignored, the priest sweeps lazily through the tavern, weaving his way between terrified patrons and raucus fermin with little care as he makes for the public message board, a little rolled up scroll appearing in a decrepit hand.
Ordox watches in dismay, his ears more disappointed at his failure than anything as the singing continues. Calling up to him prior to the firing, "I'll provide you as many shinies as you need if you just shut the fu-" The missiles are fired with a twang each, interrupting the Shifter's words as he is forced to quickly leap away, desperate to escape the emerging inferno. Glaring up to the hanging rat, he sneers, not wishing to escalate the scuffle more than necessary. There were more sensical ways to deal with the situation as he runs to take position behind, Lucrezia, hoping to use her form as a shield, and perhaps as some leverage in a moment.
Zuberi was drawn to the tavern by the scent of people, the commotion of human life, and most importantly: the quest for fresh meat. Hand fell flat against the outside of the door, light push ushering in the behemoth of a man, covered by nothing but what once were pants, and a brown leather-satchel, which, compared with the size of the man, appeared to be more of a purse. Large fingers panned through the bag, its treasures far more interesting than the other inhabitants -- for now, at least -- but once a small pouch of coins was acquired, it was withdrawn quickly and lifted into the air, with an exclamatory, "Meat!" Until now, the on-goings had gone unnoticed, yet once deprived of that attention-consuming bag, Zuberi took notice to reality; more specifically, Fermin. "Rats! The hunt has begun!" bellowed through the air, air which hands raised into in celebratory fashion.
Leifong idly comments to a man with his hands in the air "Don't forget the watch, they'll be wanting that as well." You said OOC, "Instead of a flying castle, or a rising castle, how about an underwater castle? Like Aquaman!" Goudal continues to stuff his loot bags with whatever he could get his grubby little paws on, he looks frantically to Gekz, "Lions? You said nothing of felines at all." Scurrying faster and faster.
Gekz swings his form as he moves his body forward and backward until he is able to leap up deftly onto the beam by which his tail is laced around. He scurries over towards where Ordox now positions himself, a glance given towards Zuberi's exclamation about needing meat or playing with it or something indescribable. Now holed up in a place where he'd rather not be holed up, the enforcer aims his repeater crossbow towards the wall behind Ordox and Lucrezia, unleashing a trio of blackened bolts that pierce through the air with a twang of ease. The obsidian flames produced by the impact feast upon the tavern's wall, the wood feeding the fires as one can now peer out into the street, should one be so inclined to divert one's attention that way...
Lucrezia calls out "Oiiii!" as Ordox tries to use her as a furry little shield. "Don't get in my area you shape shifting smuck! At least not while I'm werkin!" The moll then laughs hysterically as she leaps into the air idly tossing her unlit Molotov cocktail up above the creature as she somersaults to safety in the newly opened space where the wall once stood.
Ordox can do little more than duck in response to Gekz's assumed misfiring, feeling the heat of the bolts cruise overhead and blast a hole into the wall. Once this happened though, he was quick to change form...Close enough behind Lucrezia now, his malleable flesh was able to absorb the putrid aroma casting off of her, allowing him to mimic her captured smell through his pores. Having already seen and heard her now, it is within a matter of seconds before the Shifter's form has altered, copying her body entirely; everything from the blonde hair down to the bubble gum. With this done, his faux body is complete, standing behind her, a perfect double.
Goudal dashes around whipping from table to table he notices a patron with a cigars. The Big Cheese ( what he likes to call himself) Always adored the taste of tobacco. With a subtle but keen movement he rips the rolly from the mans mouth cause embers to scatter the floor. " Aye! I was gonna smoke that." Smacking the man in the face. Firewing smiles as he continues to breathe very slowly sitting in the red chair near the fireplace, not noticing the events going on around him as he patiently gets warm, staying out of the fight going on.
Leifong is gone by the time anyone might think to look for him.
Leifong exits south.
Gekz sees the maltov cocktail tossed into the air and reaches for his flint and steel. "If you can't stand the heat..." he mutters to himself, striking flint to steel, showering sparks down upon the soon to be shattered glass container as he darts for the hole in the wall, like a common rat, talented tail used to fling his lithe body towards it as the Litter Revolt has left its mark this day, and perhaps evening, dependent upon when the fire peters out.
Zuberi was torn, acute ears having unwillingly received the fermin's words. It could speak, and therefore, had intelligence, emotion, life forbidden from gluttonous killing. It would seem sorrow overtook the man, hands falling from the air, head following the same downward trend for tangled, unwashed hair to cascade over forehead, further shadowing his eyes. The thrill of the hunt had come to him, and left just as quickly, and nothing could match the joys of the hunt. For now, he would simply stand there, head remaining hung.
Lucrezia exits south.
Firewing smiles as he continues breathing, his eyes closed as each time he breathes in, the fire slowly dims, and each time he breathes out, it grows ever so brighter and larger. One would only notice this if he/she paid extremely close attention.
Gekz said to Goudal, "To the pony-mobile!"
Ordox scurries out of range of the soon to be showering flames. He was glad to see the fermin family flee, for twofold reasons. He would no longer be in earshot of Gekz's annoying theatrics and he would also be able to rid himself of his acquired female form. Though he might make an attempt for his revenge as he calls out to the pack, "Oi! Geezer!" Pointing to the true Lucrezia, "That's him!" His stolen voice squeaks out, "That's the shapeshifter!"
Firewing continues resting near the fireplace in a Red-leathered chair, completely unaware of the people fighting around him, or if he is aware of it, he just hasn't paid the thought to try and help. He continues breathing in and out slowly, as the fire dims and brightens with him. One would not notice this unless they paid extreme attention to the fire and the man.
Firewing smiles as he continues breathing, the flames of the Tavern not bothering him as he continues breathing, all the fire in the Fireplace slowly dimming and brightening with each breath he takes.
You watches as Mesthak and Nancy are quick to act upon this often occurring outbreak of flames. Quickly the bartender nods to her and calls out, "Plan 21!" They exchange eyes as they race off to gather the buckets and begin dousing the tavern in water, seeking to quell the inferno.
Zuberi didn't budge; hell, he didn't even notice the Molotov, and if he did, he likely didn't know what it was. Luckily enough, he hadn't moved far from the tavern entrance. After being thoroughly disappointed, his appetite had faded, the reason for travelling to Kelay gone. He had no reason to stay.
Firewing 's smiles slowly begins to fade as the Fires are all put out one by one, but his smile quickly returns as he realizes that the original source of fire in which he came here for, is still burning.
Gekz exits south.
Lucrezia scrambles up into the pony mobile in such a rush that her platinum wig becomes askew, “Gekzzzz where’s the priest? I prefer to cut and run or at least blast em and run!”
Gekz shrugs as he leaps onto the pony getaway vehicle. "He disappeared. To Cenril!"
Lucrezia laughs "Time to split then yesss!" The fermale fermin unleashes a hail of chaos bolts out of the stage coach window as the depart. "Parting gifts for the geezers!"