RP:Mythayus Drunk
Kelay Tavern
Katherine was pulling her gentle fingers through her tangled mess of curls, trying to make them look semi decent since she was in fact in the tavern and not out hunting at the moment. A simple sigh emits from her as she gives up, bringing a drink to her rubicund lips, the warmth of the alcohol making her seat cozier than it really was, never really taking part in the drink, and she found the effects more potent.
Mythayus needing some sort of relief from the pains of the past few days, retreated to the familiar tavern. He sat, his 6'5 body at an empty table. He looked to the barmaid, with sorrowful blue eyes. "I'd like a bottle of whiskey...Better make it two..." She looked at him with a shocked look the man had rarely ever ordered alcohol. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
Galos found himself in the kelay tavern. He hadn't quite got the hang of this whole recall system yet, but figured since he had found himself here the dragon might as well pop his head in. Upon entering the tavern doors though he could feel the quiet pressing in on him. This wasn't good. " Barmaid. Drinks on me." The red dragon said with a cheer as he looked once more around the table. There sat Mythayus, a new member of his brood, and some other woman that he had yet to meet. The red drago pressed his two legged form to the opposite side of the table that Myth sat on. " Mind if I join you?" The dragon asked casting his forest fire green eyes back upwards at Katherine.
Katherine glanced upwards towards the other two patrons among the tavern and offered a nervous half smile towards them. She gave Mythayus a rather worried look for she did not know of the sadness filling his distressed heart, but if she should ask… he might be a cannibal. With that Kat sighed before taking notice of Galos's scan, his eyes startling her for a moment before returning her gaze back towards her half empty glass.
Mythayus sighed and motioned to the seat. "Sure," He offered a sad smile that only lasted a few moments.
Galos sat down before Myth and nodded a little. He could tell something was wrong. He hadn't met the being before but he had heard of him through Alphonz and Satoshi. " What's wrong Myth? Something has really got you down." He said putting the whiskey he had asked for on the table and sliding it to him. He looked back up tp Katherine and motioned her over to see if she could help out.
Katherine was caught in trance by the dragon, his scales contrasted by his bright eyes had made her rather nervous, his motioning towards her not actually sinking in. A little squeak came from Kat while her drink started to shake,splashing a little bit up on her hand, she set it down on the table, and only being one table over she did not have to speak overly loud for them to hear. " A-are you..alright sir?"
Mythayus looks down at the whiskey "Only a few days ago i was telling him not to drink this stuff." He let alittle laugh, as he picked up the whiskey and downed the glass in one go. "There was a death that could have been prevented had I just back down." He looked to Galos, and quirked a brow, then to kat. "I dont believe i have met either of you. I'm My..." He paused, "How did you know my name?" he looked to the man, but before he could answer he looked to kat. "I'm Mythayus, I figure i should say that now so as i dont for get later."
Galos grinned as he asked how he knew his name. " Alphonz... and Satoshi. You see not only am I part of the Eyrie with you I am very good friends with the Phonz. Bane of all Librarians and lord of the dance. " The Dragon said in a big flare of his hands much like Al did in his fights. " I just saw you sitting here and thought that I might be able to help out." He grabbed his own whiskey and downed his glass as well. " Come Ranger. Sit and drink with us. I promise not to bite... hard." The red dragon said with a toothy grin before returning to the man. " Death is never something that can be taken back or avoided. When it is some one's time it is their time." He said with a nod feeling the warm sensation rushing to his head.
Katherine blinked slightly confused but with a calming over feeling realized this man planned to get drunk, "Ah..I'm sorry to hear about that… Sir Mythayus. I'm Kat." She paused for a moment, not wanting to be rude but still quite unsure of the situation she stayed put in her chair to continue observing the two. " I um.. good! Right here! I'm..yep…" She spilled out awkwardly.
Mythayus nodded listening to both patrons, He looked to kat. He bowed his head and offered a sad smile that only lasted a few moments. "Pleasure." He brought his gaze to Galos, "Al... he told you about me, which means your that red mage...he was telling me about." He reached for the bottle of whiskey and poored himself another glass. "It..." He paused and looked to the ceiling, then back to the table. "It is when they were murdered..." The start of fluid appeared under the mans eyes. No tears had fallen yet, as he down his glass once more.
Galos groaned slightly. Sentivity wasn't his strong suit. Did you need some one who killed your friend roasted? Call Galos. However, if you need to be consoled because your friend has been killed do not call the red dragon. He thought for a second and took down another glass with Myth. " I'm sure I am the mage he was speaking of." He shook his head and looked to the man before him. " Is there anything I can do to help? Roast the killers might be a good one should you point me in the right direction."
Alphonz || A veritable swarm of snales would be the prelude to Al's entrance.Bella, the mangificent three headed python, looked to be a general as she slithered from the oddly opened doorway. Quickly the large snake sniffs the air getting a taste for the people already in the room. With a loud hiss the swarm of snakes would all slither to the stool at the end pf the counter seemingly to vanish from sigh. At the same time a round of tequila would float to all the drinkers. With a pained sigh the Kitsune would let invisibility fade away. Al picked up the lul in conversation with practiced ease. " Why yes myth this is the mage. And galos has any one told you your getting rather pudgy? Oh the easy life of a mage." The kitsune would snicker at his own remarks wondering if he had startled anyone with his abrupt entrance. " Ohh I call dibs on killing something I haven't got to have a good old fashioned murder in a while. " With calculated calm the kitsune placed his coat and hat on the bar before knocking back his own tequila. Turning to galos he would show off his mismatched eyes one brigjt blue the other a deep jade. "Galos you get my letter?" Though it seems the kitsunes attention span was all of five seconds long as his eyes spotted the last occupant of the room. " ohh eye candy."
Katherine cobalt hues widen at the sight of the snakes, she was not overly found of the creatures and bound her feet up to rest on her chair before watching the snakes disappear with amazement. Was it the trick of a witch? Kat tried to hold in another squeak as Alphonz seemed to appear out of nowhere near the other two men. She listened intently until the last of the man's words sunk in, eye candy? Oh my, was this man merely teasing on her looks or actually wanting something to eat? Kat turned her gaze upon the last man speaking, afraid to advert her attention if any kind of attack were to take place.
Mythayus let out a sigh, a slight smile crossed his face, "No, He's mine." He lloked to his armored hand as he made a fist.. "We'll see how he can handle mature dragon." his smile faded as he poured another glass. "vs one so young." Looked down at his glass. He lets out another sigh as he downs this glass.
Galos looked between Al and the dragon before him then to Kat. " I told you. You should have came over here. We could have protected you from the snakes." The dragon smiled and slammed down another whiskey. " Yesh. I got the rune Al. I'm working on completing them. It looks to be the makings of a diminson door. A portal that takes you to another plane." The mage smirked and looked down at his stomach." I supose I am. Though I can always hope for some chubby chaser." He grinned and turned back to Myth." If there is anything we can do let us know."
Alphonz gave a wide smile before standing from the bar and making his way over to katherine. Looking over his shoulder at Galos." Thats what it is partner. And we can all hope." Then the Kitsune turned to look at myth as he continued his calm stride across the room." If its the same person whos stink is all over you his blood is useful." With a flick of his wrist he summoned two more rounds of whiskey setting one before the woman." No need to be afraid of the snakes. They don't bite pretty ladies. Just fire breathing mages and silly warriors. " The Kitsune was silently glad he had kept up a small illusion hiding the serpants that were wrapped around his body. The trickster gave her an appraising look." Now come along ms ranger. Why don't you join us at the bar. I promise were not terrible company. Except Galos he likes to bite. Kinda like a vampire." The Kitsune put on his most charming smile before pulling out a deck of playing cards. It was a nervous habit more then anything. He was warry of anyone that could put an arrow between his shoulder blades before he could ever see them.
Peku pushes through the doors, her arms full of papers and various art supplies. Spotting a table, she dumos her supplies atop it, not bothering about the few papers that fell off the table. Taking a seat, she inspects the various drawing and sketching tools she had brought and picks a conte crayon. Her favorite. Snatching a piece of paper, she scribbles away.
Karash as always just pushed the doors of the tavern open with his shoulder, a rough uncaring shove more than anything. As the greenskin made his way to a table in the tavern, he set three fish upon the table and waited for the waiter to come grab them, figuring at this point they knew what he wanted. He didn't really talk much, just was there to sit back, relax, eat fish, and ignore the rest. When finally Nancy came by for his food, he offered one of them to the cook and her as his typical payment before she left with his meal. He then pulled the brim of his hat down and tossed his feet up on the table, a thud made as they landed, and waited for his dinner.
Mythayus poured himself another glass. He stared at wondering how many it would take to erase the memory. "And who...do you think it is...?" He quirked a brow, as he down this latest glass.
peku angles the chalk in various positions, sketching out various images. Some from her imagination, some from the objects in the tavern or the patrons. At the moment, she was drawing a replica of the bar, but tore the page out and threw it away.
Alphonz gave a small grin at the ranger. Walking to the free side of mythayus and simply giving a small flick of his wrist. Two stools slid out enough for him and the ranger to take a seat." Ahh yes Ms.Kat I pray Wispy didn't poison you... He is a little biter." The kitsune lit up at the mention of his name." Ohh It seems fate has smiled upon me this lovely evening. A possible business associate that doesn't look like a mammoth trampled them."The kitsune gave a small pointed look at Myth when he made his joke." And myth You stink of lycan Specifically that chakor fellow..." Al took a seat ordering another round for the group. Then he ideally he noticed a few new smells. His eyes fell upon an orc and what seemed to be an artist. He merely picked up his rum and knocked it back." Right Ms. Kat I'm curious about your skill set and what you might bring to the table to my little ....Orginization." He wasn't worried Myth was already the bonified muscle while galos was the magical might of the group. Ohh what would Ms Kat bring to the table... if she was even interested in the job the Kitsune was putting together.
Karash was rather comfortable, leaned back in his chair, thick green feet propped up on a table, when a slender finger tapped him upon his shoulder. A plate of food was placed before him, a joyed look upon his face and he sat back down properly to look at the fish before him. A nod of thanks was given to the waitress before he went to work eating. Grasping both ends of the fish, the orc ripped it into two, and stuck one half of it into his mouth and began to chew. Gnashed bits of fish were able to be seen in his mouth due to his blatant disregard for table manners
Katherine was still amazed by the act of magic as the stool slid out for her to take a seat, sliding on to the stool she smiled, perhaps magic wasn't all that terrifying. "W-wispy? That's the little bugger who got me" She frowned down to the wounded top of her hand, "I sucked the poison out but it sure hurt a whole hell of a lot. Well, I'm a pretty good hunter and even better when my hand isn't too impaired. I also have a shared dabble in architecture, not sure if you need that but I'm getting contracted in it for a lady. I'm pretty much willing to do anything! At this point I'd rather move out of where I'm staying and need the resources to do so. What kind of organization are you forming? What kind of job would it be?"
Mythayus gave up on drinking it glass by glass. He was in no mood to be his polite easy going self. He snorted at the mammoth comment, as he drank the bottle. Once that bottle was gone. he stare at the empty bottle wondering where is all went. He let out a couple of chuckles. "Nan.. Nan...cy...anooothher bottle." He delcared....
Peku tears another page out and tosses it away. Tilting her head, she places the conte crayon away and picks up a graphite pencil and sketches the orc eating and the man drinking bottle after bottle.
Alphonz gave another charming grin as he gave a flick of his wrist his coat and hat sliding down the bar to his new seat." Yes whispy." At the mention of his name the little viper coiled down the kitsunes arm before slithering onto the counter top. It was the first time the snakes had become visible since his initial entrance." Ye he's the best one at finding people. But usually likes to bite." As if speaking it made him do it the viper lashed out trying to bite the kitsune. But with practiced ease the Kitsune merely shifted his hand then bopped the viper on the head." Bad wispy." The serpent merely gave a flicker of the tongue before slithering back up the arm and vanishing. " Ohh Your lucky normally wispy's venom deteriorates the flesh causing it to slowly and painfully rot. " One more round of drinks and this time just keeping the bottle of Myth he turned back to the Ranger." Sorry Kat until i'm sure of your loyalty to the cause I can't let you know to awful much." But with that in mind he merely pulled a heavily enchanted journal from his coat. Flipping through a few pages he finally came up with the cenril bank lay out." Now funny thing about this book... You can freely read all the information inside it. Sadly the longer you go without touching or seeing the book the faster that information fades. " He merely slid the journal down to her." An architect would be perfect I'd like to know the structural weak spots of this building... For curiousity's sake of course." Inside the journal was guard shifts teller shifts as well as hundreads of minute details down to the number of bricks on the far left wall.
Karash had just begun to finish up the last of his second fish, a pile of bones in front of him, when he began to take notice of the others within the tavern. One pushed a book around, his group seemed suspicious.. Fishy characters even, he wondered what they might be doin.. Could be interesting... Maybe fighting, killing even! The orc began to work himself up into an excited state, a smile upon his face that might of seemed twisted to most, cause well, how often does an orc actually smile? But! He was happy nonetheless until finally, the old orc shook his head, attempting to rid himself of the thoughts. "No!" The only word he spoke, solidly, outloud, to remind himself he was done with that kind of life.
Mythayus smiles, as we watches Nancy bringing over the new bottle of whiskey. His head follows the bottle as Al takes. "Heeeyyyyy....Thhatsss... mine...." His only focus was that bottle of whiskey.
Alphonz gave a small grin as he handed the bottle to the dragon." Thats why i ordered it for you dingy." He simply grinned knocking back two of the shots and then stood stretching as his eyes fell upon the grinning orc before he said no quite sternly. So the Kitsune figured it was time to bring another person into the fold of murder and mayhem. So with casual ease Al slid across the room bringing a few drinks with him. The last orc he had met was a notorious drinker. Setting the shots of whiskey in front of the orc the kitsune took a seat." Well met orc. Care to make a few gold while tearing people in half?"
Peku yawns, flexing her stiff hand. Looking at her paper, she shakes her head again and again throws it away. Taking out a thicker and smoother type of paper, she draws an image she sees. As the man with the serpant conversed, she drew him on a throne. Not just any throne, but a throne with skulls and torn flesh, the limbs bent and broken in grotesque angles and wrapped in barbed wires. She draws the man before her in a very princely fashion. Elegant and delicate clothing of furs and silks with precious jems adorning his fingers and neck. His beautifully polished booted feet were propped up upon a crouched form of a beheaded man, his hands still tied behind his back. In the hand of the man she draws, she places an apple, shinning and vibrant, waiting to be bitten in to. But upon closer inspection, the highlights form that of a skull. Around this same hand, a serpant wraps itself and under the sleeve. Peku takes her time drawing the face. A pleasant smile upon his face. Friendly and open. His eyes beckoning the you closer. That smile drawing you closer. In the bottom of the page she writes the title. Lucifer.
Karash looked up at this stranger with aged eyes, a piece of fish bone pulled from his teeth and used as a toothpick. The thoughts of glory and fighting ran through his mind, the life left behind but the joy he had in it. He could do it again, right? Once more? What could hurt to do this one more time. The tensed greenskin calmed himself, he had to make a choice and be decisive, "Tell me, bout job." Yes! This was the right choice! "Me not sure, you tell me what do, me decide." Happy with his thoughtout choice the old warrior grabbed a shot and downed it.
Mythayus had a half content smile on his face, he looked to either side of him where people had been. He quickl looked around but stopped just as fast as he had started. "oooohh"he laughed. "Not gonnnnaana do that againn..." He proceeded to open the new bottle with some difficulty, Before finally noticing Al. He decided to drink the alcohol, and stay in his seat.
Alphonz gave a wide grin as he slowly started to work his way towards his ultimate goal of a little chaos." Well mr.Orc... I was just curious if you wanted to feel the life blood of your enemies slowly leak across the floor. The feel of flesh being torn asunder under your mighty blows. " The kitsune gave a small shrug." Ahh I need extra muscle. The world is going to hell and I plan to enjoy it as much as possible. Make as much coin as I can. Maybe you'd like to join in on that? Just think about it?" The Kitsune pulled a small piece of paper from his coat simply sliding it across the table to the orc. It was a few simple things the orc could do to make a few coins from the kitsune personally.The note was simply orders for the orc to kill a few of the gangs over in cenril . After all a few murders would make it much easier to make his own bid for power in the underworld of the city.
Karash continued to struggle with this new idea, he could, he definitely could backslide and go back into this old lifestyle of his.. But, he was a fisher now! He didn't need to go and fight people anymore, fishing was what he did.. But, think about it, fighting.. That was a good counter arguement.. In his head, he went back and forth, fighting with himself, on one hand, he gave up the life, on the other, fighting. He was crushed and finally a piece of paper. He read it, names, people, it seemed all so simple and he'd make gold.. Though, he didn't need it. "Me not sure. Me said no more fighting. Dis fighting. Torn on this. Old now, I have become. Youngins get jump on me, I not react so fast."
Peku finishes the art piece, but does not sign it. Rolling it up, she stands and dusts the pencil shavings and eraser residue crom her clothes casually walks over to the plotting man. Standing next to him, she hands the rolled paper out to him.
Alphonz gave another small smile as he pulled a new book from his robes." Ohh do you want to be stronger then the chieftans? Faster then the winds themselves? Unstoppable like a tornado? I could make you a juggernaut. An unstoppable warrior upon the battle field. They will fear you they will flee before your approach." The kitsune continued to lay on the honeyed words. Offers of power and promise where easy when he knew the runes to etch onto the orcs skin.He could make the orc an unstoppable...If very loyal warrior. The kitsune was suddenly suprised as the artist handed him a piece of paper. He cocked his eye brow at the sudden gift but smile non the less as he looked it over." Look bella she even put you in the picture." At the mention of her name the massive three headed python suddenly came into view around his shoulders. She seemed oddly pleased with the picture as well." Thank you Ms. Artist May I have the name of the person who drew such a wonderful image?"
Mythayus's head bobbed around looking for someone to bother...talk to. Seeing the women sitting drawing. He took another drink from the bottle sat in down on the table. He shifted his weight to stand. The loud sound of metal hitting the floor echos through the building, followed by laughing. Using the table, he pulled himself back into his seat. He laughed some more and picked the bottle back up taking a drink. He bellowed, "HeeeYY Laaadiiieee whaaaatcha doooiinn...?"
Marcellus enters the tavern to see that someone is buying drinks. Without giving it another thought, he grabs a beer for breakfast.
Karash stared at the man, uncertain. "Make strong, me? No. Magic evil. Witchcraft no good! Unless you shaman, you shaman?" He put his face right up in front of the kitsune and sniffed, "You no smell shaman. How you make me strong?" The untrusting orc would of much rather done the job prior to finding out about this devil's magic this man had spoken of! "What you do make people strong? Me strong already! Just slow, slower den young men. No good unless dey not good as me." He huffed angrily, putting the piece of paper into his pocket, "Why dese men?"
Peku smiled at him. The kind of sly, almost fox like smirk she is known for. Her eyes looked back in to his and spoke instead. 'I'm not telling.' But the woman did not remain silent for long. Tilting her head, in a bird like way, she finally speaks. "Such sweet promises you make. Alluring and tempting. Like a juicy crisp apple, it's flesh waiting for the biting kiss. But it isn't Eden they'd be taken from them. Would it?" And with that, she turns. but before she goes back to her table, she greets the intoxicated man. "Blurring the lines between fantasy and reality. Though you are doing it the hard way, my friend." Giving his shoulder a pat, she returns to her table and sits back down, picking up a soft charcole to use this time.
Alphonz 's eyes slid into a hard slant for a moment. Then almost as if it never happened he had back on that overly charming smile." You wound me my fair lady. I'm merely a maker of great men." But she had walked away after making her refrence and he couldn't help but let a cold chuckle escape his lips. Turning back to the Orc he gave a flick of his wrist. The serpantine dagger appeared in his hand. Ideally he craved a ruin quickly into the table." What I offer is much better then which craft more powerful then the shamatic magic the tribes use. I offer you power based on you... Don't you want to run with the winds? Hunt down real prey once more? I know Orcs are a proud warrior people It must kill you to be a ...Fisherman." The way the kitsune said the word would make the job seem disgusting for one such as the orc." What I offer is freedom. The freedom of the hunt.... And those men are bad men. Or men i'm just paying handomely for. They are all murderes, Rapists, and thugs. The world would be a better place without them in it." Honeyed words but he would show the orc the power of his magics. Calmly the kitsune dug his sharp nails into the flesh of his hand letting the blood run into the rune. A small fire appeared hovering above the rune. " See no witchcraft just applied knowledge. So what say you Mr orc? join the rank of warriors? Or remain a...Fisherman?"
Mythayus through his head back and laughed as the woman patted his back. "Who wants to play tag...?" he laugh though this time you werent sure if it was laughing or sobbing..
Peku waves a hand to the drunk man. "Why not sit with me, and I'll draw from you?" she offered. "I fear those overly sweet words, to cover the scent of burnt almonds, your companion speaks might draw you toward a rather... unsettling event in your slurred state. Come, won't you sit with me?"
Karash rose from his chair, insulted by the one before him who spoke. The kitsune was out of line with those words and the aged warrior began to flex his body, straining bones to pop, joints to creak as he eased himself back into a more threatening pose. "You know little, young one. One never leave da ranks of dose who fight truly. You fight, you become old, den you train, but you never lose status. You get old, your advantage comes from knowledge, no speed. Speed help da young, but young not smart." He tapped a thick green finger to his skull, "To speedy on da tongue." A quip meant for the one who sat at his table, " To dumb on da sword. Old me might be, useless me not. I no cheat before, I no cheat now. I can still bash skull without blasphemous crap like this." His fist was slammed downward for the rune, to shatter the table, "You insult me with words, you not smart enough to know power I still hold, even if it not as good as use to be."
Mythayus leaned back up. His eyes followed the womans hand. Wet streak where only a few tears had fallen remained on his face. He used the table for balance this time stood. He grabbed his bottle and staggered over to the woman. He took several more drink from the bottle.
Alphonz started to chuckle at the Orcs antics seemed he had struck a nerve. He let the words flow over him. When the table shattered he just grinned." My my my Mr. Orc, for one that claims to know your strengths in battle you overlook the most obvious of the orc tactics." And with that the Kitsune let his small illusion over his chest vanish . The writhing mass of serpents seemed agitated at the orc. With casual ease the Kitsune summoned another table. It scraped across the ground before settling between the two of them again. If the orc took a moment he'd slowly realize everything up to this point had merely been to keep his attention on the Kitsune. From the ceiling more then a dozen winged vipers appeared. Easily aloft behind the orc. Only the Kitsune's unworldy calm kept them from turning the man into a writhing ball of rotten flesh." Please sit were having a civil conversation here." His ears flick at the woman's words to about him. And he gave another cold chuckle Myth was a friend he'd never turn a friend into a brainless fighting machine. But an orc? Something that was built for brainless fighting he would turn into a fine tool. If his friends didn't decide to kill the man. `
Peku offers the drunk man a chair and made room on the table for him. "Hello." she greeted. "I'm Peku. Would you like me to draw you a picture?" She places a paper down and waits for his answer. Casting a look at the kitsune, she rolled her eyes. He was a one man circus, that one. "A fox should mind their tail. After all, a fox with no tail can't be a fox. Especially for kitsunes..." she mumbled quietly.
Karash eyes gleamed with the rage of battle as the man threatened him, a guttural growl escaping his mouth as he glared at this man before him. "You want help, you threaten me, yet you offer job. You dumb man. You threaten orc with snake. Orc no fraid of snake." As the table appeared before him, he sat once back into his chair, "Me no tell silly man why though. You find out when to late." He grinned through the sea of anger that clouded his mind, as if he had a secret worth hiding. " Course, I no like your magic, keep away from me, pay me well.. I think thousand kill, we friends." He grasped the bottom of speckled facial hair, the one proud brown hair, now showing gray with his age, "You threaten again, you pay double. Me see snake on trip, you pay double, snake attack on trip, you pay triple and get snake head with body. Understand?"
Alphonz gave another cold chuckle before holding his hand out the orc." Its a pleasure doing business with you my new friend." The smile plastered to his face would remind the kitsune of the picture the artist had given him only moment before. With a small hiss the serpents flew around the orc before wrapping themselves tightly around the kitsune. And then the serpents simply vanished from sight. " Just don't forget Every Single Person on that list needs to be dead. " The kitsune didn't leave an or else threat. He truly didn't need to. Once the Orc took his hand and shook it he gave another cold chuckle before his eyes shifted over to mythayus and the artist. A small growl of frustration as she once more made a witty remark at his expense.He ideally considered what it would take to turn her into a political ally... Then thought better of it. After all a minion to smart was a dangerous minion.
Mythayus sat down in the chair peku had motioned to. He nodded with a half smile, as he took another drink, If peku lookat myth's eyes they were focused on the orc, she could see that their was still alittle of his sober mind left. He started giggling, Looking at Peku, " Yessss, I'm myyy..myththth...a...usss."
Karash grasped the hand before him, attempting to crush it within his own mighty, green, digits. "You betray me, me come for you. You king of snakes, you may be snake. No try stab me in back, understand?" He would hold the man's hand in his own until the man acknowledged what he was saying then let it go, "Now, you send me more detail on people, in letter. I take care of them." With that the orc figured his business with the man was concluded and beckoned Nancy over, "Water, need water for new work." He knew better than to begin drinking when he had work to do once again.
Peku smiles at Mythayus and takes the whiskey from his hand. "Enough of that now." Sliding a paper to him, she instructs him to make an origami. "Instead of inflamming your liver with natural, low level toxins, be constructive. make a butterfly."
Mythayus gives a wimmper as she takes his whiskey bottle. "Buuuttt..." He tries to get the bottle back, failing. He stared down at the paper and tilted his head. He picked up a corneer and lifted it off the table. He looked at both sides. Then placed it down. He looked at Peku confused and he swayed alittle.
Peku holds up a finger. "No buts, mister. A weak man seeks refuge from the bottle. Now fold." she ordered, showing him how to do it.
Alphonz gave the hand a firm shake. When the Orc would attempt to crush his hands he just let a small grin cross his face. The rune etched onto his chest for strength would power up at mere thought. The Kitsune's grip matched the Orcs own." Snakes only bite when threatened my Good Orc. And i'll send the information along shortly. Mostly the basics where they sleep and take meals. How many will be guarding them and so on." With the business done the kitsune started to laugh again." King of serpents? I like that how about you Bella?" The large python lifted her head and gave a satisfied purring noise. Standing from the table the kitsune tipped his hat to the orc and walked over to myth." Myth... Are you ok?" His voice had changed from the charming noise to one of compassion and actual concern. After all myth was one of his first allies and friend in this hostile word known as hollow.
Mythayus once again stared down at the paper. He butchered the poor piece of paper, making wrong fold after wrong fold. He held the battered paper up. "I can't..." He pouted, "Caan I Havve myyy booottle back..." He turns al and shake head. Pointing with his other hand, " She has my bottle"
Peku gave Mythayus a short, "no." and gave him another paper. Looking up, she smiles that fox smile of hers at the naughty evil doer. "Hmm. After downing enough shots to rupture a dog's bladder, I would say, very unlikely, mister razzle dazzle."
Alphonz gave the woman a hurt look as he took a seat beside his very drunken companion." Mam i'd be worried if he was a normal man." Was all he said for the moment. When he turned his mis matched eyes towards her he matched own fox like grin with a foxy grin of his own. He reached into his coat ideally pulling out a skin of water." here myth Vodka but it won't burn after all that Whiskey." It was a small lie to keep Myth from suffering from a banging headache later. " Mind if I try my hand at this paper folding? It seems amusing."
Mythayus looks at the new paper with an agitated look, Then to the 'Vodka' He take the waterskin and takes a drink. He gave a 'this taste funny face' but continued to drink happily. He snorted as Al claimed folding paper was amusing.
Peku gave Alphonz a bemused look and gave him some paper. "If you wish. Though I wonder if it's possible for you to fold with your mouth, since that seems to be your most skilled quality from what I've been hearing tonight. I think I know a salesman that is looking for help selling ice in Frostmaw. I'm certain you would be up for the challange." She pouts to Myth when he takes a drink of 'vodka'. "You don't want to fold paper with me?" Looking down, she sadly folds him a crane and hands it to him. "Do not like these?"
Alphonz ideally watched her hands as she folded the crane. With a grin he merely copied the movements down to the last crease. " Hmm I did that for a while. Selling ice to the citizens of frostmaw." He pulled a small jar of ink from his coat pocket and quickly dipped a single claw into it. It took only a moment for the crane to spring to life, or at least an imitated life, as it flew around the table. " You must be a politician. Is your tongue as sharp as your blade?" Turning to myth he gave a grin pointing the crane in his direction. " Myth drink all the Vodka its good for you." He gave the dragon a small pat on the shoulder before he picked up another piece of paper. This one he scribbled more then one rune onto the page before folding it as well. Quickly multiple cranes were flying around the table and he just gave a small laugh as they started an arial ballet.
Mythayus Smiles in amusement. He places, the waterskin down, "Nooo.." Hs looked sadly at Peku. "i ccaaaan'tt," he looked down, as his eyes began to glow with a pale blue light. He spoke in a pained manor "I like them."
Peku smirks. "If I was a politition I would have come to you to sell my soul and morals for power and corrupt money. And why would I need a blade, other than to butter bread. Only those that have weary minds carry blades." She smiles kindly to Mythayus. "Just keep practicing... when your brain is bot brined in whiskey."
Alphonz gave a mock pained look." My fair lady you wound me to the core. " His hand slid over his heart as the cranes seemed to respond as well wilting and falling to the table as he was injured." I don't take souls. I just want your existance." The playful foxy grin that spread over his face made it almost impossible to tell if Al was being serious or not. " But I can give power and money. " He shrugged an un repentant sinner. " And blades are useful cutting fruit, poking people that annoy you. And stabbing thieves all seem to be veritable trade for a blade." His eyes now turned to myth the poor drunken dragon." Here myth stop thinking just fold. Don't try just follow." It was a simple trick he had used on his own father when the man had gotten to far gone in his drinks.
Mythayus groans, but listens to the fox. "I hate alcohol..." his eyes stop glowing. It was clear whatever he was doing either failed or had very little effect. Most likely the later since he managed to not slur that last sentence..
Peku pats the fellow dragon on the head. "You tried, pumpkin. You tried." She then gives the kitsune a look that was rather sly and knowing. "I'm sure for the right coin, it would happen. Like the men on that list." Simply shrugs. "What good is money or power? I can smell the fresh air and look at flowers all day without any of that stuff." Finding the hour late, she packs up her supplies, but leaves papers for the two men to enjoy. Looking to Myth, she gently pincges his nose. "You sober up, before your liver has it's revenge on you." Looking over at Alphonz, she walks a circle around him. "Do try to not coarse too many unsuspecting souls. That's what your lutanant, Beezlebub is for." With a wind, she strolls out of the tavern. "Always know. Apples are the symbol of temptation."
Alphonz gave a small grin as the woman walked away. A small thought running through his head as he decided to go find apples. Slwoyl he picked up the cranes and slid them into his pocket before folding the paper and letting it disappear into his coat as well. Giving the dragon a small grin he stood as well." Crazy woman huh?" That damned charming smile was back as he slid his hat onto his head after knocking a few baby snakes from the inside fold. " I'll be in touch Myth do try to sober up some my friend... And we will make chakor pay for his crimes. What ever they may be."
Mythayus shakes his head after having his nose pinched. He looks to his friend with a look of distaste. "I like apples...whats a. beez....beeezzz.....bub thing...?" His expression quickly changes to a confused one, " But i dont drink." as he watches his friend walk away.
Alphonz laughed at him." Its alright i'll explain when your sober." As the hat slid onto the kitsune's head he simply vanished from sight. A few moments later the door of the tavern opened and his scent slowly faded as Al disappeared off to his next misadventure.