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Post by aatuylva on Nov 24, 2010 22:59:16 GMT -5
"I do think that is a challenge, dear lady, and I will have to take you up on it."
Several more shots and shells are placed on the bar in front of them both, as the Ai'lupan grins, and drinks them all down.
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" 'Normally applied' is subjective, and you know it. The fact you were extended the courtesies of landing with your vehicle's engine intact was almost too much by the standards of many here. Follow me."
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"My mind, Lady Ambassador, is filled with vile things that should not be discussed over dinner, or in public."
He smiled again, going back to his dinner, before pushing it to the side.
"Although, I do wonder how you've managed to stay such good friends with those bothers in the south for so long."
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Post by Kingdoms of Cal on Nov 28, 2010 10:50:04 GMT -5
Lady Drancan belched in a very unladylike manner and tapped her chest a couple of times. "Goddesses these trackers sure give you gas, at least it's running." she thought to herself.
She looked at the drinks in-front of her, she downed the lot and smiled, somewhat unsteadily
"God shite, thish ish really good shite." slurred,
"I mushed warn you I...well now I think of ish, all of my family have a reputation for being heavy. Well I remember drinking the uni rugby team under the table onsh. They say I drink like a teerie, buggered ish I know why. I'll get these in."
She pointed at the empty glasses and said "shame again."
Drancan was very drunk but she was plateauing out in her drunkenness, it would take sometime for her to get more drunk, it didn't take much to get her this drunk, but it took a bucket to get her more drunk.
She turned to her drinking companion "Yesh, I don't think I caught your name? I'm lady suanie, but jusht call me Drancan, the lady thing jusht comesh with the job. They think that they can pay ush lesh if they give you a title or summurt. Saying that since I have lived most of my life on expenses I have quiet shome shavings and the pension package ish shweet.
What kinda bushinesh are you in?"
-- Xine mused "So your people do not get many visitors? Like the saeie were for a while and us when we first arrived down south, then again we quickly made friends with the teerie. Being defensive is all well and good but making defensive alliances can help secure your land better."
She smiled "Please lead the way" and followed.
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Post by aatuylva on Nov 28, 2010 15:15:44 GMT -5
He smiled again, the white burn scars on his fur seeming to glow like coals and frame his face in the dim, smoky light of the bar.
The bartender poured two more drinks, these a deep red color, and then carefully spooned an odd black powder into both of them, mixing them and passing them to both of the two wolves.
The Ai'lupan downed his just as quickly as the others, his voice slurring a bit.
"I? I am a courier of information and goods. Nothing important. I think you people call us 'mailmen' or something."
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"Our land is secure from all but your damn planes, and soon we shall be able to strike at them as well."
He exited into the labyrinth of the palace halls once more, passing more stern-faced guards and tapestries of war, twisting through doors and halls that seemed to be built for the purposeful intent of confusing anyone who didn't have the halls memorized, and Ulrik did not slow down or wait long for Xine, often times the tip of his grey tail being the only thing seen as he rounded a corner.
Finally he reached a small wooden door that opened up to the outside, where an armored car was waiting, it's turrets facing the street.
"After you."
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Post by Kingdoms of Cal on Nov 28, 2010 18:41:14 GMT -5
Drancan's eyes closed, but she was not sleeping. The thacken were used to people drugging then, usually the teerie. Odddly the drugs failed.
She went limp, intentionally.
Oddly Drancan had a teerie blood group, it was not like that would be noticed up here.
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Post by aatuylva on Nov 28, 2010 18:54:42 GMT -5
OOC: Lolwat. Thread is on pause until you can explain to me how someone has an immunity to something that can only have a tolerance, and it being something that has never existed south of the equator. Edit: It has come to my attention that the usual response to creatures who evolved in a volcanic aftermath (therefore an environ that does not HAVE pollens and biotoxins) unknown toxins should kill them outright. Since there was a jungle afterwards, I'm not going to push that angle, but I still require answers. For those that weren't in the irc, the powder in question is Black Nightshade, a paralytic pollen. Edit2: Huh. Turns out Black Nightshade is the name of a real plant. Oops.
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Post by aatuylva on Jan 12, 2011 15:36:32 GMT -5
OOC: Ok, this is just ridiculous. I'm deleting and modifying my posts over the course of a few days. Since you don't want to justify the teerie crap we're going to rewind and have the guards take her to the relatively safe mini-bar of her guestroom inside the palace, that ok with you? I need to conclude the stuff that happens with Tinis (Sorry Izzy for taking so long on that.)
Edit: Ok, we'll wait a tad.
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Post by aatuylva on Mar 8, 2011 22:19:45 GMT -5
OOC: Ok, screw this. Rewind, the Cali people have not left the palace. I will be modifying this post to include a post about Stidham and Guw at the opera(unless Tinis wants to respond to my post at the top of the page, tis a short one, I know, but the opera one will be bigger :3), to move things along so I can finally close this thing. The Leefin is ok, it's the suddenly half-teerie Saeie that's rewinded back to her guest room.
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Post by Kingdoms of Cal on Mar 12, 2011 19:28:41 GMT -5
OOC: shrug go for it.
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