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Scum and Villainy (Closed)
« on: October 23, 2014, 09:23:36 AM »
Radiant Garden was well on its way to complete recovery. In just a few short years after being reclaimed from the Heartless, people had moved back, established businesses, built residential districts, and have just achieved a common sense of normalcy. Traverse Town may have been the known world for the displaced and lost, but Radiant Garden was the one area people could look upon and say, "We can make a comeback. And we can make it even better!"

...and then there are the not-so-optimistic quarters of the city.

Seedy dens of darkness and iniquity, they were. Chocked full of rogues, villains, and all manner of unpleasant sorts. Many were thugs or guns-for-hire, others perhaps sought to turn the rebuilding process of the world into a business venture, capitalizing on the overburdened Restoration Committee's horrible response time to maintain a foothold with organized and unorganized crime. And there were the nut jobs who just like the smell of the sewers and reeking garbage bins within the cramped inner streets of these slums. Everyone has to be somewhere, and this motley collection decided to take root in the shadow of a reviving, wilted flower.

It is in one such seedy den, with its dirty counter and its clientele arguably even dirtier than that, where the door opens and in waddles a peculiar-looking fella. Barely taller than the shortest squealer in the pub, he... or she, no one could really tell... it was completely hairless with rubbery, bleached-white skin. Covered in salmon robes and sporting a mean-looking chopper at its back, the creature nonchalantly (and quite cheerfully, considering the setting) came up and maneuvered his bulbous bulk into a barstool. The proprietor seemed to take his time getting to him, but the creature didn't mind, humming a discordant tune and bobbing back and forth. The thugs around him gave a wide berth; they didn't want to know what kind of bruiser would be acting so gleefully in their city. He had to be tougher than they were. Not to mention, y'know, the frickin' huge sword he had.

Finally, the barman gathered up the courage to sidle over and ask, "What'll it be, stranger?"

The thing gave an impossibly wide grin, and a large pink tongue lolled out from its mouth as it spoke.

"Quake want fruity beverage."

For a few moments, all was silent. The thugs tried hard to process this information in their skulls, that such a goofy-looking thing asking for, of all things, a "fruity beverage" would scare them as much as he was. Still, no one uttered a laugh. Not one chortle. Not even a guffaw. Any discordant noise could make the thing snap.

The barman seemed to recognize this as well, and proceeded to hurry about finding something behind the table which would constitute as a "fruity beverage".

The stranger just sat at his table, happily patting the bar surface with its gloved hands, going back to humming the tune...
Quake Quasama- Wandering Qu gourmand, warrior, and collector of all things slimy and amphibian
Klauss Vintersson- Ex-soldier, butler to the Arendelle Royal Family, and general badass

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Re: Scum and Villainy (Closed)
« Reply #1 on: October 28, 2014, 07:35:35 PM »
Rocket had been sitting in the tavern for sometime now, watching the crowd ebb and flow as new blood entered and old habits died on the bar stools only to be dragged off by their friends and replaced with another poorly placed sense of self comfort. He hadn't considered how long he had been in there or how many drinks he had had, just that it had been a long time since he'd last seen the sun or, at least, wanted to see it. He had been preparing to lay his head down for another ale induced 'coon nap when he heard the door to the tavern crash open and a rather portly looking- Rocket squinted through his drunken stupor at the new figure.

”What is- “ he looked down at his mug and pushed it aside before taking another look at whatever it was that had just set foot in this piss pot of a location wearing all those colors. By the way everyone seemed to part at it's presence and give the being some space, Rocket was under the impression that it was well known- too well known. Watching the creature wryly, he observed the sword on it's back and had all but convinced himself that this thing was some sort of big shot around these parts- that was until it spoke:

”Quake want fruity beverage.”

Rocket just about snorted into the ale he was about to gulp. 'Fruity beverage'? That just happened. Those words just honestly left that creatures widely distorted lips and slid off it's much too long tongue. Wiping the suds off of his muzzle, Rocket spit onto the floor and slammed his mug against his table top.

”Seriously?” Rocket's voice carried, it always did, but this time it practically echoed through the unnaturally awkward silence that so suddenly dulled the air after the large creature announced it's request, ”Barkeep, hey, you don' gotta give that guy nothin'.”

He drawled on, slipping out of his chair where his legs had been dangling off the floor moments before and meandering towards the bar- his mug still clenched tightly in his right paw. As he approached the bar and the stool where the large creature sat, he gave the room one more once over and was embarrassed to see the awe in the other men's eyes; rolling his own, he stopped uncomfortably close to the bulbous being and knocked his mug against it's side.

”Hey...hey you,” he eyed the creature bravely before striking it again, his ale spilling over the edge of the rim and splashing onto the being's clothes, ”Hey, 'm talkin' to you, fruity. Get offa that stool and fight me.”

Rocket could feel the words rolling freely out of his mouth with no real traction to them, almost as if he couldn't control what it was he was saying. How much /had/ he had to drink? Did it really matter anymore? Here he was, after having escaped from a dog pound, narrowly avoided being dissected by an angelic statue, with his nose in a mug of ale- minding his own business!- and this guy, this busy thing, comes waltzing in like it owns the place. It was rude to say the least. Rude and annoying. A combination that always put him in a brawling mood- especially after a few dozen swigs of strong alcohol.

”Y'here me?” he jabbed at him again, this time dropping his mug in the process, after staring at the toppled mug and the puddle of ale that surrounded it, he felt his muzzle twist into a snarl and he brought his dazed glare up to meet the form of 'Quake', "Let's go!"

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Re: Scum and Villainy (Closed)
« Reply #2 on: October 31, 2014, 10:29:59 AM »
Quake heard the voice, heard the condescending tone in it, but he figured that it couldn't possibly apply to him. That voice sounded hard, cynical, and bitter above all else. Though slight chuckles could be heard all around the room, they were strained and quite forced, as though some confidence was building, but not enough to entirely convince all the others that this "Quake" fella was worth pushing around. The bartender certainly didn't want to think about that, as he ignored the raccoon's suggestion with a glint of fear in his eyes and slid a beverage that had some artificial sweetening inside it, complete with plastic umbrella at the top, before slinking to the back and trying to remain as small as possible.

The Qu began to slurp down the concoction, but before he could even upend the glass, he felt something hard poke against his tubby side. Giving a frown, Quake turned his full bulk to look over and see who had poked him, but all he saw was the rest of the room, the patrons in the shadows and staring right at him nervously. His frown deepened in worry; was he haunted or something? Had something that wasn't really there poke him?

"Hey... hey you..."

The gruff voice from before spoke up from the floor, and Quake turned his head down to see a talking animal in a jumpsuit, looking quite like a Burmecian save for the fact that it was quite small and striped. How odd.

Quake gave a new smile and his tongue lolled. "Hello! Quake help you with something?"

The rodent poked him with his cup again and splashed some of his cheap ale on Quake's clothes. The Qu's tongue merely went out and slurped the liquid up before it stained. ”Hey, 'm talkin' to you, fruity. Get offa that stool and fight me.”

A mutter went up from the onlooking crowd. Did this piece of roadkill have a death wish or something? First he insulted the drink this freakshow had, then he comes over and eggs him on, now he's challenging him to a fight? That raccoon had some serious brass balls, but none of them were gonna go forward to help him. With bated breath, they looked to the Qu, waiting to see how he would respond.

Quake gave a happy smile and exclaimed, "Ooh, a fight! Quake love to fight! Quake fight you, beat you up good!" Hopping down, the thing waddled past the huffing vermin and took up a place nearby. The barman was quick to say, "H-hey! Go an take it outside, you two-"

Quake gave the barman a blank, straight stare that seemed to pierce right through his soul.

The proprietor lost all willpower at that look. "Uhhh... n-never mind me..."

With another big grin and a small hop, Quake turned back to his opponent, his long tongue wagging back and forth as he swayed on the balls of his small boots. "Rat-man can go first, then Quake pound you into rat pudding!"
Quake Quasama- Wandering Qu gourmand, warrior, and collector of all things slimy and amphibian
Klauss Vintersson- Ex-soldier, butler to the Arendelle Royal Family, and general badass

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Re: Scum and Villainy (Closed)
« Reply #3 on: November 13, 2014, 06:40:57 AM »
Rocket really had no idea what he was getting himself into. He was drunk, it was obvious enough. With the swaying and the heavy smell of liquor and ale on his breath as well as the crooked state of his ears and the lidded appearance of his eyes- yeah, he was wasted. And he could feel it too. The world was swaying for him, lights were bright and he felt uneven, almost as if he was standing on a boat and the boards beneath his feet were coming apart at the seams. A brief thought flashed through his heavily booze-logged mind and wondered if he could drown in his own vomit, because he could honestly feel a doozy coming on and he didn't know if he could kept it in. Staring now at this gargantuan beast of a man-thing, Rocket realized what he had just encouraged into being.

”Ooh, a fight! Quake love to fight! Quake fight you, beat you up good!”

Uh oh.

”Rat-man can go first, then Quake pound you into rat pudding!”

Shit.

Rocket felt his eyes wandering away from the scene that had just blossomed into reality before him. The bartender was scuffling away now, having failed to force them out of his establishment and taking this chance to run off and lick his pride- Rocket wished the man would have tried harder to get them outside. Sighing greatly, Rocket let himself turn back to the idiot in pink and was surprised to see two of him.

”That's- that's cheating!” he drawled, raising his fists to Quake and snarling a little through his drunken haze, ”One on one, fruity, or we ain't getting' inta nuthin'!”

Blinking a few times, his vision re-focused and Quake once again became one person- a bouncing, tongue wagging and still swaying person, but a single person nonetheless.

”That's more like it,” his snarl formed a sloppy grin and his ears fell back on his head before he charged forward, hopping up and swinging a bit too soon- he missed Quake's jaw and got nothing but air before he crashed back down onto the floor. Mad scrambling to regain his footing, Rocket was a mess of teeth and fur as he backed up and wiped the drool that had escaped his mouth before popping back up to his two feet with his tail lashing out in violent embarrassment of what had just happened, ”Stop movin', yer throwin' me off with yer stupid dancin'!”

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Re: Scum and Villainy (Closed)
« Reply #4 on: January 13, 2015, 05:43:18 PM »
Oh, Quake was excited! This was going to be the first real fight he's had since he had gotten on this planet. Everyone else he'd run into had been either too scared or had something else to do rather than fight or even talk to him. It was really odd. And when he'd tried fighting those shadowy monsters (the ones the locals had called the "Heartless"), they dissolved into dark bits the moment he threw a punch or a slice of his sword. He couldn't even swallow them properly before they disappeared. Now that was just unfair and depriving the Qu of a good meal!

This rat-man, though... Quake liked him. He had spunk and a fearless kind of nature that made Quake think that this was how he made friends. Then that meant... he wanted to be Quake's friend, too!

Unfortunately, the rat-man seemed to be confused with something, first stating that Quake had gotten a partner to the fight, and then saying that he was dancing around. Stationary in the middle of the bar, the Qu looked back at the raccoon with a confused, blank look. "But Quake not moving at all, rat-man! Quake just waiting for you to make proper first move!"

Of course, while he was saying this, he was completely oblivious to the fact that, due to the rat-man's attempt at a first punch and his subsequent snarling and rabid scratching, he caused several of the patrons who made up the ring around the two combatants back up in fear of catching rabies or something. They got so spooked that they knocked into the backs of their buddies having drinks further into the dark recesses of the bar, causing the booze to spill and feelings to get hurt.

And by feelings getting hurt, I mean noses getting broken. You never split a shady character from his drink, especially if you bump into him and spill it all over him. One thing led to another, and before either the Qu or the scientifically-enhanced raccoon knew it, the rest of the tavern had erupted into a cacophony of discordant brawling and rampant violent revelry. You couldn't walk two paces without getting a knuckle-sandwich free of charge.Tables were snapped, chairs and mugs were used as improvised weapons, and the barkeep was huddling somewhere, waiting for it to die down.

Quake looked around at the massive, chaotic stew. And he smiled even wider.

"Now this a fight, rat-man! Everyone fighting now! Quake have fun!" Looking around, Quake threw a random punch into the crowd, sending at least three toppling over each other from the impact.

(Gah! Late post is late! Sorry, Atty! >.<)
Quake Quasama- Wandering Qu gourmand, warrior, and collector of all things slimy and amphibian
Klauss Vintersson- Ex-soldier, butler to the Arendelle Royal Family, and general badass

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Re: Scum and Villainy (Closed)
« Reply #5 on: January 13, 2015, 06:44:33 PM »
Rocket had no idea what was going on. His senses over loaded, he felt his world spin violently around him as the roar of violence and anger erupted behind, in front, and to either side of him. He was surrounded by it and as dulled as his sense were at the moment, he still felt overwhelmed, so much so that he felt the doozy from earlier making a vicious comeback.

"Ulp- hold up...I gotta-" pitching forward slightly, he held his paw over his snout and made a loud swallowing noise until the gagging feeling he was having calmed down, "Saved- ulp- saved it. We're good."

Keeping his head low, he let his world stop spinning before he removed his paws from his knees and lifted himself back up to face the jelly man- that's when he noticed the brawling. Men were toppling over each other to get to the guy throwing punches across the bar; someone had just slammed a kegger into another person's head and they were now lying unconscious on the hard wood floor-

"Now this is a fight, rat-man! Everyone fighting now! Quake have fun!"

-Quake was having fun. Rocket felt himself instantly sober up as the instinct for fight or flight kicked in and it screamed at him to take flight. There was just too much going on right then, he was sure that he saw Quake divvy out his own round of punches before he leaped forward and latched onto the back of the no-longer threatening Qu before using his humongous sword- Holy shit, where'd he get the blade on that one- to give himself a leg up and onto his shoulders, where he proceeded to dig his claws into Quake's thick neck and hiss into what he hoped was an ear.

"Get us outta here, fruity-"

KA-CHK!

Rocket's ears swiveled backwards and his eyes widened from their previously lidded state at the familiarity of that sound, "That doesn't sound good..."

Glancing over his shoulder, still hugging the back of Quake's head, he came nose to barrel with a shot gun- perhaps the barkeep wasn't as cowardly as they had previously been led to believe.

"Oh, fuc-"

"O-outta my bar, boys, before I send you packing m-myself."

Nope, still a coward. Rocket could hear the lilt of fear in his voice over the constant uproar of the now rioting situation in the bar, but a coward with a gun could be just as dangerous as one who knew how to use it. Scowling something fierce, Rocket wanted to stuff his fingers into the barrels and tell the old man to blow it out his ass- but he could still feel the wooziness from his previously wasted state and he knew when to take a loss. Man, and he liked that bar.

"I heard ya," patting Quake on the shoulder he slowly slid off the beasts back and landed awkwardly on the ground, the barrel of the shotgun following as he did, "Hey, I got it. You don't-"

The barkeep adjusted the gun on his shoulder and Rocket put up his hands, still scowling a little as he stepped backwards.

"You don't have to be so pushy."
« Last Edit: January 13, 2015, 06:46:27 PM by Atty »