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*Five Years
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Posted by *Five Years »


Inside Quake's wherever in The Hive it was this week at one of the tables attached to the ceiling sat a Succubus deep in thought sipping a mug of Limbic Ale. Wait that wasn't quite true. Inside Quakes wherever in The Hive it was this week at one of the tables attached to the ceiling sat a Fire Gensai deep in thought sipping a mug of Limbic Ale. Except this Fire Gensai was really a Succubus. It just looked like a Fire Gensai. Or so it thought. Whatever it was it was sipping Limbic Ale and deep in thought. This was beyond doubt. Reasonable doubt anyway. How much doubt could be considered reasonable anyway? What occupied this particular Succubuses' mind, if a Sucubuss indeed was what it was, were the events of the previous day and the following week. Both these events were linked it wasn't simply in the habit of focusing on entirely detatched points in space and time that bore no relation or similarity too each other save for its consideration. At least it didn't think it did. The previous day on the promise of free sandwiches it had wandered into a contest held by a Baaztezu of some note. It hated Baatezu scheming nasty..... Maybe it was a Succubus. The contest had been gladiatorial in nature, and after a set back involving an axe flung by some large lizard like creature from the outlands it had been given some gold and told it had qualified for another fight next week. But still no sandwich. It's foe was to be a Baatezu. It hated Baatezu scheming nasty.... As the contest was gladiatorial it would need to practice. It would be expected to play a part and put on a show. Theatrics. Yes that is what it needed. It resolved to train hard for this. It would get acting lessons.
*b00seven
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Posted by *b00seven »


*A scraggly and mischievous blink dog would be spotted in Quakes that day, blinking around, 'misplacing others things,' nipping at heals, certainly finding its way into the kitchen... and otherwise causing a ruckus. The dog would stop and tilt its head with a whine... seemingly confused that no one would be yelling at it or tossing shoes... he might like this kinda place... maybe he would find someone here to tag along with... now where was that kitchen again...*


(((blink dog's name is Zylazor)))
*Five Years
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Posted by *Five Years »


The Fire Gensai would notice the shifting blink dog. This was perfect. The dog was clearly hungry and the Gensai need to learn to act. It would be a chef it decided. It didn't want to be a Fire Gensai chef though. It decided to stop being a Fire Gensai. It jumped down from its table and moments later a dark haired elven man strolled into the kitchen. Without further ado the elven man took a large lavre steak. It fried it leaving it a little short of medium rare. Looking around it took some salad and some dressing, sprinkling lettuce and cherry tomatoes onto the plate. It went to carry this newly made meal out into the bar. But this was not right. No the chef had waiters for that. This acting lark was getting tough. Still it would preserve. Soon a tiefling girl dressed in the same clothes as the Fire Gensai and the elven man, brought a tray with a freshly grilled lavrae steak on it out into the bar along with a set of cutlery and a bottle of wine. It tried to catch the blink dogs eye. It should flirt a little it thought. That's what waitresses did. It was better for tips. So the tiefling girl winked at the blink dog and pulled out a chair at one of the tables, apparently expecting the canine to be seated.
*b00seven
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Posted by *b00seven »


*the blink dog would eye the shifting succubus' various forms coyly, pacing around and blinking to stare from different angles, perhaps getting close enough for a sniff, blinking away as one turned to address him. When confident enough, he would blink atop the table and snatch the larvae, blinking away beneath a nearby table to enjoy his prize.

While no tip would be left atop the table among the salad dressings, surely after enough time had passed for proper digestion something else would be left behind in a quiet corner of the tavern. Then the mischievous hound would find his way to something else shiny or tasty to draw its attention, or to pursue some other such nonsense which strikes his fancy. He would likely find his way back to Quakes tavern from time to time however... having taken a liking to the place.*
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