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Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Jan 29, 2005 12:36:23 GMT -5
The squirrel grabs his drink and walks up behind the two mammals. "Leave the toad alone." He growls in a deep voice as he take a swallow of his drink. His right paw is still on his blaaster. "I offered him a drink and food. You have a problem with that, we can step outsdie, fur boy."
TBCB anyone
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Post by Kooshmeister on Jan 29, 2005 12:39:56 GMT -5
Arching one of his thick black eyebrows, the fox turns to face the squirrel. He doesn't look terribly impressed. "And just who are you, nut-eater?"
"Hey!" MacGruder said, giving Saul a swift kick in the shin. The shorter squirrel narrowed his eyes at his vulpine companion.
"Ow! Heh, sorry 'bout that, Benjie..."
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Post by Drake on Jan 29, 2005 12:53:56 GMT -5
Drake silently finishes his drink while this is all going on, then looks at the small gathering.
"Well well, lets not make this into a floor show here. Frell, if we keep this up, we'll start to divert attention from the band."
He waves to Sam for another round for himself.
"Frankly, I'd rather like to hear this band. While the Genus Philharmonic they anit, there pretty good either way."
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Post by Claudia Carranza on Jan 29, 2005 20:27:32 GMT -5
The toad's eyes, if possible, seemed to bug out of his head just a wee bit more as the fox begins his threats, only for his features to take on a confused tilt to it as the other squirrel, the one that invited him down here, and the dog he is sitting when, both, come to his defense. Unsure of what to say or do, the toad just remains silent, large eyes rolling about.
TBCB Drake, Psykorabbit, whomelse is here.. Hush?
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Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Jan 30, 2005 4:32:54 GMT -5
Looking at fox, "If that is your best insult, you need help."
Turns attention to the Toad and the Scottish Terrier, "Got room at this table for another outcast? Figure you have a good view of the band from here."
TBCB Drake, Claudia. whoever
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Post by Kooshmeister on Jan 30, 2005 4:58:58 GMT -5
"Oh, I see," said Saul, eyeing the squirrel. "Well, you're lucky I have better things to do than beat the stuffing out of some worthless toad-loving waste of space."
He adjusted his necktie, then spat in the direction of the Stormtoad and headed for the door, motioning for MacGruder to follow. "C'mon Benjie, let's beat it. This place smells like a swamp..."
"I wonder why," snickered MacGruder, and he shrugged semi-apologetically to his fellow squirrel as he exited with the fox.
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Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Jan 30, 2005 5:15:31 GMT -5
Watches the dou walk out the door and sneers at teh fox.
"It is suppose to be the United ANimal Coalition. Mammals like tht would make it the United Mammal Colation." He mutters and sighs.
Takes a drinks from his mug and and shrugs.
"They worry about floating their ego and stutting their stuff. Not like myself mind you two." He chuckles looking at the toad and scottish terrier.
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Post by Claudia Carranza on Jan 30, 2005 10:40:48 GMT -5
The toad reamains nervously, almost frightfully, silent through the entire exchange of words between the mammals. His hand never left his mug of swamp grass, and the other remained near his blaster, ready for trouble. As the fox and the squirrel leave, the toad breathes a slightly easier breath, though he remains nervous and tense, what with a terrier and now a squirrel sitting with him, and at a table out in the open, near the stage that everyone is looking at to boot! Why, oh why, did his double bubble have to break down near THIS station? Why couldn't he have made it to the mothership or Genus proper, for that matter? Why does he have to miss Little House on the Swampy? It's the premier of a new episode tonight! TBCB Anyone
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Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Jan 30, 2005 18:35:30 GMT -5
Looks at Toad.
"You don't say much do you? Can you at least say your name so i know wht to call you by? Damien asked as he takes another swig from his mug.
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Post by Claudia Carranza on Jan 30, 2005 22:32:27 GMT -5
The toad looks over at Damien, watching the squrriel take another sip of his drink. For a long moments the toad remains silent, studying the furry creature.
'Destroy all mammals! Toad supremacy above all! KOMPLEX is Life!'
The voices rang past his thoughts as he considered the squirrel's request. Uncertain, really, of what to say, the toad finally licked his lips with his sticky tongue and replied, "Private 44812."
TBCB Drake, Psykorabbit, anyone else wanting to join in.
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Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Jan 31, 2005 3:10:08 GMT -5
Stops in mid-drink and lowers his mug.
"44812? Don't you toads have real names or even nicknames? Even the Corsairs have at least nicknames, but hey, your the first toad i ahve been this close to who hasn't tried to tear off my fur." Riases mug in salute. "As my old traveling friends would say, Here be to meeting new things!"
Tips mug back and takes a deep drink. Lowers mug, "So what do you toads do all the time, when your not waging war? I mean, i don't see young toads running around with rigles."
Motions for another mug adn watches the lead singer while waiting for the mug and answer.
TBCB; anyone
OOC; need more players!!
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Post by Kooshmeister on Jan 31, 2005 5:41:39 GMT -5
A 20-something hare with gray-green fur, enters the bar. He is dressed in a brownish green business suit with a tie that is a pretty mucky, dark shade of green, and light gray pants. A lamenated ID badge clipped to his lapel gives his name as "Billings, Lt. Renfield".
Looking haggard, he loosens his necktie and shirt collar as he approaches the bar and orders a drink. While he waits for the bartender to fill his order, he leans against the bar counter and looks over the various other mammals in the room. And one Stormtoad. He immediately takes an interest in the toad, but unlike the fox and squirrel earlier, he has no real intention of bothering the amphibian.
TBCB anybody!
OOC: Incidentally, this is separate from the storyline that's begun in the Station Orwell thread. Or perhaps set after it since-- Well, all in good time.
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Post by Claudia Carranza on Jan 31, 2005 8:55:16 GMT -5
At the squirrel's quiet outburst at his designation, the stormtoad just lowers his head. Oh but those buggy eyes, they roll up, the fallen hourglass pupils peering at Damien coldly. 'KOMPLEX is Life! Mammals are a waste of resources! Kill all mammals! Buy Tide!' The commands ring through his mind again, causing his head to quiver slightly. Appearing like a shiver, the toad lowers his gaze to that mug of swamp grass in his hand. "44812 is all you may call me," he entones quietly while the feline on stage struts and sings. TBCB Anyone. OOC: It's all good. This is the first RP type thing many here have seen or done.
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Post by Drake on Jan 31, 2005 12:40:36 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry been so long replying, Sunday was a very busy dayfor me...
IC:
The terrier walks back from the bar, his fresh drink in hand. "Feh... Foxes and Squirrls, reminds me of a bad comic." He turns to the other squirrl. "No offense, I hope."
He then shrugs and smiles as he hears the toad give his name. "Alright Private 44812, though it probbly would be a little easier in this station if you went by a more regular name. Any that you heard that sounded fairly good to use? Actully, I think just Private should work best, if ya ask me."
TBCB Anyone
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Post by Kooshmeister on Jan 31, 2005 18:12:14 GMT -5
After being served his drink and paying the tab, the hare pauses to take a sip before finding an empty table - The only empty in the entire bar, which in and of itself is surprising considering how packed the place is. Naturally, the table puts him near all the others.
As he kinda-sorta listened in to their conversation behind him, noting that these big ears of his weren't as much of an annoyance as he once thought they were, Renfield sipped his drink some more. Swamp Grass. A drink he would never dare buy at his post for fear of being thought strange, but here, where it was not just UAC personnel, he could indulge in his private vice.
OOC: "Buy Tide!" Claudia, you're a genius. XD
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