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something like rp
Jan. 30th, 2019 03:05 pmI have never ever wanted to rp but like, here something like a character short for my big kids in WoW.
“I am going to skin you and use your guts to string my bow!”
“Cousin, that would be far more believable without a tankard of ale at hand. I will, of course, give you points for your most fierce scowl.”
Rhuan snorted loudly at that and took a sip of the betraying ale. Ilona grinned and leaned back to glance around the Kelp Club. The bar was truly a dive. At least 3 bar fights happening at once, with an astonishing number of drunks and dancers, all them scantily clad for prudish humans. Though, as she watched one pair of fighters, at a second glance, the bar fights might actually be flirting.
“You bring me to the best dives Rhuan, truly, it’s a talent of yours,” Ilona said, grin deepening as she was proven right and pair of brawlers stumbled off into a shadowy corner to continue their, ah, disagreement.
Rhuan valiantly resisted the urge to snort even louder and gave Ilona a droll stare as she placed her mug down.
“I am so glad you are impressed by these, the best Kul Tiras has to offer,” waving her mug towards the room. As she did, a resounding crash shook the bar. They both watched a brute of man regain his footing from the table he was used to break, shaking off both the punch and fall. Rhuan winced as he launched himself with a roar at his dance partner, another Kul Tiran with a nose crooked enough to show his experience with such classic bar pastimes.
She calmly finished her ale as Ilona started cheering them on, whoever landed a blow, she was rather indiscriminate. Wincing again, Rhuan placed her empty tankard down just in time to leap back from the table. Crooked Nose made possibly even more noise with his landing than Sir Brute.
Sir Brute was even kind enough to lend him a hand to stand, though Crooked Nose didn’t seem to agree with his method. A hand in ones hair was not a comfortable way to be pulled aloft after all. She danced back another few steps, eyes on the fracas. Rhuan didn’t bother to look around for Ilona, she knew damn well she had faded into the shadows. Probably even in the rafters, purring to herself in glee.
And Rhuan thought she was easily entertained. Damn her cousin, this evening had been entirely her fault, no matter what she claimed.
A drink Rhuan, Ilona had said with a brow raised and a shrug, her hands low, fingers spread, one drink would hurt nothing! And we can see what Madam Gosu is sneaking past the tariffs on our way. Of course she then decided that said drink should happen in the ratiest bar they passed. And to blame it on Rhuan! She really was going to use her guts for bow strings.
Now to just get her own self out of the bar in one piece. What a night to not be wearing armor or carrying a weapon. At least she knew how to throw a punch and maybe she wouldn’t even have to test that theory.
“I am going to skin you and use your guts to string my bow!”
“Cousin, that would be far more believable without a tankard of ale at hand. I will, of course, give you points for your most fierce scowl.”
Rhuan snorted loudly at that and took a sip of the betraying ale. Ilona grinned and leaned back to glance around the Kelp Club. The bar was truly a dive. At least 3 bar fights happening at once, with an astonishing number of drunks and dancers, all them scantily clad for prudish humans. Though, as she watched one pair of fighters, at a second glance, the bar fights might actually be flirting.
“You bring me to the best dives Rhuan, truly, it’s a talent of yours,” Ilona said, grin deepening as she was proven right and pair of brawlers stumbled off into a shadowy corner to continue their, ah, disagreement.
Rhuan valiantly resisted the urge to snort even louder and gave Ilona a droll stare as she placed her mug down.
“I am so glad you are impressed by these, the best Kul Tiras has to offer,” waving her mug towards the room. As she did, a resounding crash shook the bar. They both watched a brute of man regain his footing from the table he was used to break, shaking off both the punch and fall. Rhuan winced as he launched himself with a roar at his dance partner, another Kul Tiran with a nose crooked enough to show his experience with such classic bar pastimes.
She calmly finished her ale as Ilona started cheering them on, whoever landed a blow, she was rather indiscriminate. Wincing again, Rhuan placed her empty tankard down just in time to leap back from the table. Crooked Nose made possibly even more noise with his landing than Sir Brute.
Sir Brute was even kind enough to lend him a hand to stand, though Crooked Nose didn’t seem to agree with his method. A hand in ones hair was not a comfortable way to be pulled aloft after all. She danced back another few steps, eyes on the fracas. Rhuan didn’t bother to look around for Ilona, she knew damn well she had faded into the shadows. Probably even in the rafters, purring to herself in glee.
And Rhuan thought she was easily entertained. Damn her cousin, this evening had been entirely her fault, no matter what she claimed.
A drink Rhuan, Ilona had said with a brow raised and a shrug, her hands low, fingers spread, one drink would hurt nothing! And we can see what Madam Gosu is sneaking past the tariffs on our way. Of course she then decided that said drink should happen in the ratiest bar they passed. And to blame it on Rhuan! She really was going to use her guts for bow strings.
Now to just get her own self out of the bar in one piece. What a night to not be wearing armor or carrying a weapon. At least she knew how to throw a punch and maybe she wouldn’t even have to test that theory.
