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Post by M&M&M on Jun 29, 2011 9:18:51 GMT
(Yea, just like the title says, this rp will have adult stuffs in it. Sex, cursing, gory details, you name it. All is allowed as long as you act appropriatly under the circumstances you are given. Ye have been warned! >=3)
Continueing from where we left off...
"Oh look, a pub!" cried out excitedly from one of Frato's female companions. The female was a cleyran that wore the garbs of a white mage and a grey fur coat to help her stave off the biting cold of the winter. She turned a mischievous grin and one eye towards Frato and her other other male companion. "You don't mind if we take a break to drown our sorrows for a bit right? After all, it'll be a few hours before our ship leaves."
"Damn it Killy..." Groaned the other companion of Frato. He was a burmecian of considerable old age and veterancy. He tried to pull his long brown cloak over his leather armored body to help against the wind. "You still don't see the urgency in anything, you just want to goof off as usual. We have alot of things to do to prepare for this voyage, not to mention meeting with some VIP's and what not.
"Always the paper-pusher you are Jave." The white mage used the nickname for Javier, who was always known to be considered a 'stick-in-the-mud'. "Whatever, you two can go ahead and do whatever you want. I'll be inside, sitting cozy near a fire with a cup of hot cider." Without even waiting for a response from Frato, the cleyran waltzed inside between the double doors of the building.
"Ugh...I swear. Even as long as I have lived, I never truly understood women." The burmecian looked up at the Inn's sign post, which hanged above the entrance with icicles barring it's fangs below. "The Winter Gem' eh?" Javier repeated the name under his breath. "I suppose it's a fine name for an establishment, considering the cold habitat of this region. Hmm...you know. I suppose it would be nice to have something to warm us up. And admittedly, I've been curious on the town's spealty ales I've been recently hearing about." The burmecian turned his head towards the Hybrid.
"What do you say comrade Frato? Shall we take a small break before we head off?"
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Post by Robshi on Jun 29, 2011 22:30:44 GMT
The Burmecian-human hybrid named Frato was itching to get back home and into familiar surroundings. As he strode next to Killy and Javier in his blue Dragon Knight uniform, Frato concerns were building, at least until Killy pointed out the nearby inn. As his two comrades did their light-hearted bickering, the dragoon decided that it would help the mood, and surely no-one would come after them in a bar owned by Clan Foxtrot. Before he could approve, the white mage had already rushed off to the pub and made the decision for him, and the elder Burmecian was looking at him for his thoughts.
"I guess so. After what's just happened I think we could use a drink." Frato replied with a sigh. "Besides, someone needs to ensure Killy doesn't get into trouble."
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Post by M&M&M on Jun 29, 2011 23:42:55 GMT
"Alright then..." The old veteran gruffed. "It'll be good to get away from this nasty weather. I just hope that woman doesn't harp on us for following her footsteps. Goddess knows we suffered enough already."
Javier opened the doors, and was instantly greeted with the well-welcomed rush of hot air and smell of burning wood. Inside the bar was well-heated by the many mini-fireplaces that shouldered a few lounges and hot stoves on the dining tables. Some moogles and vierra's were at the center of the inn, playing a soothing melody for the customer's pleasure. Many residents of all shapes, sizes, and species are seated confortably, especially at the bar of the inn. Everyone is either chatting with their companions or just enjoying what the inn has to offer. Killy was certainly partaking of it's fine wares as she was already in a bar seat getting the attention of the service moogle.
Javier on his end was enjoying what he was seeing, feeling relaxed and at peace from what was in front of him. He couldn't help but grin. "Ahhh. Now this I can live with. I'm going to go rest at one of the lounges near one of the fireplaces. Oh what I wouldn't do for a pipe and tobacco right now. If you wish to join me, I'll be in the east wing." And so walked off Javier.
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Post by Robshi on Jun 30, 2011 0:51:40 GMT
Frato gave a nod as he followed Javier into the bar, and he could instantly feel the warmth of the place running through him. The whole bar looked very comfortable, and the soothing melody playing through the place convinced the young dragoon that he'd made a good choice in coming in here.
Wow...this is pretty luxurious compared to the bars at home. I guess I shouldn't be too surprised though, given who runs this place.
It seemed that Javier shared Frato's impression of the place, and the hybrid let him go with a quick "Okay then." After making a quick glance at Killy just to check where she'd got to, the Dragoon decided to find the nearest service moogle and order himself a bevarage.
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Post by M&M&M on Jun 30, 2011 2:05:30 GMT
The barman moogle craned his head upwards to look up at the new customer. Momentarily his smile was altered twistedly from just the appearance of Frato. He wasn't sure if he was human, a rat, or some kind of intelligent monster. Nevertheless, the pint-sized fun-loving moogle recovered quickly and began to assess Frato's request.
"O-okie dokie kupo. Just let me know where you'll be seating and I'll have someone deliver it to you."
"Hey hey, sit by me!" Killy waved Frato over to an empty seat next to her with a ale already in her hand. "Over here, It's time I talk to you about your taste in women. Or heck, maybe I can teach you a thing or two about being a more likable person." She grinned.
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Post by Robshi on Jun 30, 2011 16:43:38 GMT
"Ah, okay." Frato answered, not really noticing the slight twist in the moogle's expression. He instead wondered just where he was going to sit, and he was very surprised to see Killy waving him over to her table. With all the misunderstandings they had, the dragoon would think she'd want to be well away from him in here.
Guh...is she really gonna talk nicely with me? She must be after something... but I can't find a good enough excuse not to sit next to her. I don't want to sit by myself.
"Um...yeah. I'll be sat there." Frato nodded towards the one-eyed white mage and then warily made his way over to her and sat with her "Okay Killy, since you asked me nicely, I'll listen."
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Post by M&M&M on Jul 1, 2011 2:54:12 GMT
Killy just raised an eyebrow as the hybrid actually took up her offer to sit by her. "Wow...I mean really, wow. I was being sarcastic actually, I thought you didn't like me at all, but what the heck. If I can help you become less annoying, than I'll be doing my white mages oath in making this world a better place." She chuckled at her own quip and took a sip of her alcoholic cider.
"Alrighty." The cleyran clapped her hands. "First off, I think you need to make some space between you and that old fogey Javier. Him and his pet's grubby personality is rubbing off on you. You should be less strict in how you deal with everything."
Killy made a furrowed brow and began to mimic Frato. "Oooh look at me! I'm Frato, you all should do everything my way because I'm a jerk!" She chuckled again. "See, you have to loosen up or everyone will think you're no fun. How about I order a couple of shots to help with that. And tell you what, whatever you ordered I'll buy to heal your wounded pride from my last prank...and your wounded hip." She couldn't help but snicker.
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Post by DJ PON-3 on Jul 1, 2011 3:01:53 GMT
Off near the corner of the lively pub, at a table just near the warm fireplace, a man completely covered in a light brown fashioned Cloak to wear only his blue uniform sleeves can be seen on the tabletop, though his hood was up it was obvious the man was more than like a burmecian since the white tip of his muzzle was noticeable, besides you could see his burmecian feet that was a dead giveaway, the cloaked man was more interested in comfort. A female burmecian in a wearing a fine black coat, fancying a black tricorn hat, and a slim male wearing a blue coat that has ginger hair. The group of three was busy bickering and filling that little area with heart-filled laughter along with idiotic jokes that wouldn't even make sense if one were to hear them for the first time. By the gestures going on; the red headed man was trying to tell a story, while the female burmecian in the black coat was shoving food down her mouth, and the cloaked male was laughing and shaking his head.
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Post by Robshi on Jul 1, 2011 23:11:27 GMT
Frato was surprised that he'd missed the sarcasm in Killy's tone. Usually he picked that up fairly well. Still, he kept quiet about it, he didn't want to bring any more attention to his miscommunication.
The remark about Javier made the hybrid think for a moment, before Killy's annoying impression pushed any serious thought out of his mind and replaced it with irritation. Frato scowled and started to regret coming over at all until he was amazed to hear that the white mage wanted to buy some drinks for him to try and make things up.
"Uh...I won't have any shots thanks. But I will take up your offer of a free drink. A pint of ale will do me." Frato then smirked. "I'd never have thought you would be so generous, especially to me. Maybe the gods aren't being as cruel to me as I thought."
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Post by M&M&M on Jul 1, 2011 23:56:41 GMT
"Great!" Killy was surprised Frato took her argument so cooly. "Well, maybe you're not so bad after all."
"Here you go, kupo." The moogle came back from a side of the bar and places a glass of Frato's drink right in front of him. "Enjoy sir!"
"Good!" Killy said. "How about a toast then Frato, to new begginings?"
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Post by Robshi on Jul 2, 2011 1:18:40 GMT
Despite Killy's earlier insults, Frato was actually feeling brighter. He'd actually managed to make her think better of him, and if he could get on with her, things would be a fair bit easier for him. A little smile formed on his face.
"Ah, yeah. Thank you." Frato answered the moogle as he got his drink, and he held it up to accept Killy's toast. "To new beginnings."
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Post by M&M&M on Jul 2, 2011 5:59:13 GMT
"Indeed!" Killy said and toasted Frato's glass. However, Killy in her excitement and perhaps intoxication, she clashed her cup with more excessive force than she had meant to do and splashed more than half her contents over the head of Frato and onto the patron sitting next to him.
"Gah!" Wha da 'ell!?" Cried out the patron. The person turned out to be a sloppily dressed Seeq who overtowered both Killy and Frato put together. The seeq turned his angry face to the person closest thing to him; Frato. "Now why yo gonna *hic* waste yer drink like dat. Bloody sod, you'll be *hic* payin fer dis damn vest o' mine!" His demeaner and behavior also suggest that the seeq was also drunk, if not heavily. The behemoth paused however to sniff at himself. This action seemed to infuriate the seeq even more. "Cider? CIDER!? I 'ATE CIDER! You did that on purpose di'nt you!?"
The big fat seeq clenched a meaty hand around Frato's neck and lifted the hybrid high above his feet until his noxious and alcohol-drenched face was touching Frato's muzzle. Both the moogle barman and Killy tried to get his attention or otherwise try to calm him down, but it fell on deaf ears. Neither of them were any match for his giant girth. The seeq seemed intent on teaching the hybrid the meaning of respect even if he had to force it down his throat. "Bleeding cutters like you think *hic* you can do anyt'ing ya want, eh? Always *hic* drinkin yer cider wit no care in the world, hmm?"
The seeq looked around and found Killy's cup of remaining cider. He smiled, a cruel idea forming in his intoxicated mind. He grabbed it with his free hand, snorted and spat inside it, and proceeded to have his other hand tighten around Frato's throat, threatening to choke the poor man. "Come on you peice o' shit." His breath was hot and nauseating. "Open dat ugly mouth of yer's. Cuz the moment you do, I'mma gonna feed you sum of yer' own medicine. Gheh heh heh. Whut's wrong? Don't you want to breath? I sai' open up!"
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Post by Robshi on Jul 2, 2011 23:14:42 GMT
As the wave of cider splashed over him, Frato closed his eyes and grimaced slightly. He should've known there'd be some drawback to a truce with a Killy. What he didn't expect though was the unwanted attention of the behemoth like Seeq behind him.
Turning around after hearing the patron's exclamation, Frato's eyes widened somewhat as he held his hand up to apologise. The Seeq wasn't only ugly enough to make him feel relatively handsome, but this creature was gigantic and looked very ticked off.
"Ah...I'm really sorry you got caught with that. I just got a little enthusiastic with-ACK!" Frato's speech turned to incoherent gargles as he was lifted by the throat, and he clutched instinctively at the huge, meaty hand around his neck, trying to free himself. Now dangling in the drunk's grip, the dragoon flailed his legs and gritted his teeth as he tried to get free.
The hybrid then grimaced as he got a whiff of the Seeq's breath and saw the drunkard's face up close, he looked worse up close. Frato listened carefully, hoping for a chance to be let down peacefully. Instead he heard more accusations and insults. As the Seeq reached down to pick up Killy's drink, he tried punching at the arm choking him. It was then he felt the hand around his neck closing, and his attempts to break free became more urgent. The hybrid's punches became more frenzied, and his legs started flailing. Neither of this seemed to make the gigantic Seeq even flinch.
He heard his attacker hocking up spit into the glass, and once more he felt the hot, rank breath of the Seeq upon him. Frato refused to suffer the indignity of taking that particular drink, and he kept his mouth firmly closed. He wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer though...
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Post by DJ PON-3 on Jul 2, 2011 23:37:55 GMT
While the group of three were giggling and snickering at one another off at their corner, the female burmecian took off her hat to slick her hair back and sigh to calm down form her laughter. The cloaked man did the same but by shaking his head, he then stopped... He noticed the Seeq strangling a man that looked very familiar to him.
"Slushaĭte!" The cloaked man spoke up to this group by pounding his fist on the table.
The Other too, stopped what they were doing and looked at him.
"Ubiraĭsya ot syuda, poluchitʹpogruzhennogo gruza, tokorablʹ gotov. GO!" He said in a firm while reaching under the table to grab a pair of Gauntlets, fastened them on and clenched his fists.
"Rodzher!" "Srazu!" The two replied, they climbed out the window and dashed off.
Marching his way through the crowd with his heart burning in anger, he charged forward to pick up speed and once he closing in on the Seeq fellow he brought up his fist, and with all his might he launches his armored fist forward and watched as it made a powerful impact at the side of the behemoth man's face. All without saying a single word, the cloaked burmecian was to heated and angered to even speak at the moment...
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Post by M&M&M on Jul 3, 2011 0:07:51 GMT
Not only did the attack took the seeq by surprise, it knocked the the off-balanced drunk over the bar counter and over the other side. His original grip of Frato was lost and it gave the hybrid a much thankful release before he was taken down with the seeq.
The impact knocked down many bottles of vintage and ales onto the floor and seeq. The start of the fight, and the sudden escape of the mysterious burmecian's comrades, has created a panic among the denizens of the bar as they seek to run towards the exit.
The moogle behind the bar was none too happy, he too was also covered in his own hard-earned liquids and he pointed a angry finger at the burmecian that knocked the seeq out. "What's the big idea you crazy kupo!? You have any idea how much damage you've done to my bar and reputation? I aughta call the proper authorities on yo-ack!"
The moogle never got any further as he felt something grappling his legs. The seeq was knocked down good, but he was still alive and kicking as he grabbed the nearest thing, namely the bar moogle, and raised him up in the air as if he was a weapon.
"Oiy! That was uncalled fer!" The drunk shouted, his mouth bleeding and missing a few fangs from the attack. "You don' go gettin into another man's business and think you can git away wit it! Now yer gonna git it!" The seeq jumped on the counter with a loud crack and hurled himself at his attacker with a battlecry.
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Post by DJ PON-3 on Jul 3, 2011 0:26:37 GMT
The cloaked man watched the Seeq fall over on the counter and grinned to himself.
"I am the law...." He responded the Moogle's sudden outburst in a shadowy voice "Well a vigilante sorta.... But I'm sorry for ruining your drinks like that, I'll pay for ever last one of them." He crouched down to help the fallen Frato up, in his hood the Burmecian's eyes were covered but his golden blonde hair and his warm smile could be seen.
"Been a long time, Squirt...." greeting Frato in a soft gentle tone.
"NONE OF MY BUSINESS?" He answered the Seeq quickly and growled deeply "You attack this man and it becomes my damn business!"
Every warrior knows if you're gonna stand and make your battle cry, then you should be able to stand and deliver. Finding this display idiotic and of course trying to be careful for the Hostage moogle he aimed his armed firsts for the fatman's chest as the Seeq hurled himself at the cloaked burmecian, hoping his trusted punch will make a direct shot for the Seeq's chest.
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Post by Robshi on Jul 3, 2011 1:14:53 GMT
Before Frato knew what had happened, he'd hit the floor with a hard thud. He gave a curse as he tried to get his bearings and his breath back, wondering what kind of fool would save someone by giving them a painful landing. He didn't have to wonder for long, since he was helped up by a familiar face.
"Franslin?" Frato stated in disbelief.
Before he could get emotional over his reunion, the dragoon saw the Seeq was clearly not finished and now his saviour was the target of the drunkard's rage. Acting quickly, the hybrid grabbed hold of the blonde-haired nezumi's free arm and pulled him away to the side, out of the way of Seeq's lunge.
"You idiot!" Frato scalded Franslin as he hurriedly tried to drag him out of the bar. "If you're going to knock him out, fine. But lure him outside the bar before you do so! And don't just go straight into his oncoming attack! You should know better than that! Rrg!"
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Post by M&M&M on Jul 3, 2011 1:44:32 GMT
Thanks to Frato's much-condition dexterity, the hybrid pulled the mysterious burmecian away from a pancake-like fate. Had the attack gone through without a hitch, the far larger and fatter seeq would've fallen on top of the brave yet impulsive burmecian no matter how hard his fists of fury hits.
The saveing throw however completely nulled Franslin's move, yet the seeq crash landed onto the hard-planked floor with a pained grunt. His moogle hostage also sustained damage from the fall, nearly knocking him out of uncounsciousness. The drunk got up slowly to his feet and groaned. The fall has managed to stun him momentarily, leaving him completely open to attack.
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Post by DJ PON-3 on Jul 3, 2011 19:14:18 GMT
After the Cloaked Man was dragged outside by Frato to get away from the Seeq, he landed on his rump and paused for a long while to stare at the Seeq's landing. Impressed by how the large man is still able to get up, he gets up on his feet, takes the moment to brush himself off, he then clutches his cloak and pulls it off. Frato was right, it was Franslin, there he stood in his father's modified blue Dragoon coat, a sheathed sword at his side, he got in to a battle position with his armored fists up, then looked to his side at Frato.
"Alright we got him out the bar, happy eh? Anyway, we got a problem here...." he takes the moment to gesture towards the Moogle the Seeq is holding "... I'm going to distract him, I need you save that Moogle alright? ........ Here when you get the chance use this." he dug through his pocked to pull out a pair of rope and tossed them over Frato. "....I never got a good look at his size earlier... So yeah, aim for the limbs or the head, but perhaps cuffing his ankles would stop him completely...." to clear his mind Franslin shook his head from all his talking.
The burmecian then picks up his cloak and sprung an idea, but first things first he preps up a spell with his hands glowing a cheerful blue and announced "CURA!" and casts it on Frato "In case you're hurt." he mentioned.
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Post by Robshi on Jul 3, 2011 22:15:25 GMT
The irritation on Frato's face stayed there as Franslin removed his cloak. It wasn't until the nezumi gave him some rope before his expression brightened.
Frato then noticed Franslin readying a spell, and wondered just what he was casting. Something to stop that ugly behemoth over there? Or maybe a spell to protect the moogle... He was utterly surprised to have the spell cast on himself, and when he realised it was a healing spell a look of disgust formed on his face.
"I'm fine you moron! You could've healed the moogle instead of me! Argh!" The hybrid stormed off towards the Seeq, and decided to try putting the rope he'd been given to good use by trying to tie it firmly around the drunkard's ankles. Stupid Franslin...thinks I can't look after my own health. I'm a Dragon Knight damnit!
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