UNTIL WE GO DOWN.

firewielded:

                              Oh, that earns an eye roll, boyish charm & playful confidence never lacking in this one. She could almost agree with it, even as a jest; but she dare not confess that, less she wanted to be teased. A small, startled sound leaves her, the book-keeper disgruntled at the pools of water and the drops on her clothes. 

               “She’s a snake, not a human. They don’t work like us.” Oxomoco returns, frowning at the blonde, “I hope you plan on cleaning up the mess you made, Jax.”

conflagrationsstyle:

                      Hard to swallow was a bit of an understatement. Again, to think that things would be worse here---well, the universe is large & vastly unending. Suffering is bound to exist anywhere because life is bound to tragedy. “For another time. I think I’ve dealt with enough wild stories this week. Still, doesn’t mean I don’t want to know.” He has been nothing less of interesting, her fascination with whatever is out there further fueled by each otherwordly being she encountered. He seems to entertain that.

            “Good to know our little earth is far away from that drama, I guess.” Kai gives a somber chuckle. The government would have a heart-attack if Independence Day came to reality, wouldn’t it? That’d be something to see, though. Alien warfare... “Traveling is nice, even if you are evading something---or someone.” She would know. “Is earth much different from other places you’ve been? I mean, it’s all I know. Intergalactic travel is something I’ve yet to achieve. Someday, maybe.” Cybernetic eyes shift to the tail, making room for him to get comfortable again. She’s smaller than he is---takes up less room, and doesn’t have a tail. Horror movie is all but distant sound, background noise to their conversation. "Well, if you have questions, I’m probably the best you’re gonna get to answer them.”

firewielded:

                         “I’ll get back to you on that one.” She responds, a bit of sarcasm underlying as she returns the snake to her usual perch upon owner’s arm. Potty-train a snake? Ah, what would you expect from a dog owner? Especially this one, of all people. Of course Oxomoco is going to laugh. 

                          “But it’s funny! Maybe she doesn’t like how you smell, like dogs.”

soulsteals:

arcanecrafted:

                         He is paranoid --- expected, perhaps as he should be when met face-to-face with beasts known to tear into anyone not of their own. To strangers, they were wild; untamed, dangerous, but they are behaved, trained by soldier’s hands with utmost fondness. These wolves were far more used to humans than those in the forests, yet still retained their primal instincts.

             “I didn’t think you needed a verbal conformation that I would keep you safe beyond that.” Gaze follows his own to the eldest of their pack, a scruff looking canine with evident scarring and the possibility to be alpha if Onya were not. “They all have names. Calhoun is the eldest.” Head nods in the direction of said wolf, “Most of them I found. Mothers shot by hunters or simply stranded from the pack. Calhoun himself was nearly killed if it were not for intervention.” Which had resulted in other fatalities. A hand extends--the closest to physicality she had gotten with him--and speaks again, “Give me your hand.”

rosecannons:

                       She shouldn’t have snapped, inwardly scolding of previous behavior simply because the woman knows you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. “I--sorry. Bad experiences tend to result in bad reactions.” And it was oftentimes difficult to lower the guard, especially when caught in surprise. Kai shifts, leaning against makeshift desk with a metallic hand upon hip. “I’m sure you’re not all bad. Just...a few bad apples. You ain’t insult me yet, so that’s a good start from the others.”

rosecannons:

                sharp edge of the ax drips in red blood; an unwilling slay of rabid wolves attempting to take godly life that ended in the lose of theirs. It is not as though they knew better, pushed on edge and attacking whatever physical being they saw. She wondered, then, what spurred the beasts into such tension---until she was met with unfamiliar presence itself. Body remains crouched before lifeless vessel, grip remaining on the weapon’s hilt.                “Hail--who approaches?” Ylvakari questions with level voice, tail brushing along bloody snow. The god wishes not to battle, or at least avoid it for now.

                               “Not another one...” Had she not dealt with enough of these beings in her time? Each interaction ended negatively, usually with some form of INSULT at her human status---once almost ending in a fight. Metal whirrs & shifts along cybernetic limbs, digits curling as false gaze scrutinizes unfamiliar gem. She’s never seen this one before but, then again, Kai has only encountered two until now. “What’s with you gems always interrupting my business?”

                  “You’re so small, you look like a doll ! --- oh, that rhymed.” Oddly satisfying, it earns the slightest of purrs from devilish lips as she leans forward onto curled knuckles; a cheshire grin, the glint of playful mischief in her eyes. She hadn’t expected friends tonight, but all should know the devil is a fan of surprises.                                   “What’s your name, Barbie?”

diktown:

                        “If a guy gave me a black eye, he’d be leavin’ with two and then some.” As small and docile as the witch could come off at times, most were better off not rousing that fiery temper---though there have been many who did, especially in the club, and got no pity from her manager when they left in pain rather than pleasure. Terra gives a slight snort, head shaking, hand waving; it’s not like the men and women that came here were filthy rich, or even worth suing, and such things weren’t really on her agenda. There had been a few, though... 

                “If he’s throwin’ quarters, I doubt there’d be a whole lotta stuff to steal, huh?”

                         “They aren’t going to bite you, Brad.” Despite monotone, she says this to be reassuring--encouraging, even, something rare in itself coming from the woman who was usually quite off-putting. Fingers card through snow-dusted coats, nails lightly scraping behind ears pointed tall & alert because they smell the stranger. It is understandable, the concern; few would react positively when being greeted by a large pack of wolves, but they wouldn’t respond on natural instinct unless she instructed they do so. 

                       the storm continues to rage outside, as it had been for nearly a week now, blizzard keeping them powerless and confining them to this small house in the middle of no where. She had tried to keep the wolves out for as long as possible--knowing well that it would probably startle him, especially during their first few days--but no longer. “If they wanted to, they would have as soon as I opened the door.” There’s a strange glint of fondness in piercing blue as Onya responds to a brown-furred canine’s nudging by palming his snout away, the faintest of smiles tugging at the edges of pale lips. 

                      “As weird as it sounds, I’ve always wanted someone to show up to th’club and throw quarters at us instead of dollars---just once, because it always sounded so fuckin’ funny in my head, okay?” Though, now that she thinks about it, she would probably be quite pissed off if someone tipped her in the form of coins. It’d still prove to be better than no tips at all, and the witch has had her fair share of grooms who think they don’t have to provide even after a lap dance.