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Post by Claudia Carranza on Jan 31, 2005 20:52:25 GMT -5
44812's shoulders roll in a shrug. "Private is fine," he replies, still flicking a look here and there.
As his yellowy eyes fall upon the visage of Lt. Renfield, they suddenly widen. His lips part as his jaw slackens, and the hand that was near his blaster suddenly clamps down on the handle in a death grip.
A soft brubbling croaking sound ripples from his throat as he mouths the most cursed name in the whole of the toad empire: Captain O'Hare.
TBCB Let the mayhem begin! ANyone!
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Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Jan 31, 2005 21:21:45 GMT -5
Grabs for blaster and spins around in chair.
"O'hare? Here, where?!"
Sees the hare and sighs with releif and relaxes in the chair.
"Grell, Private! Don't scare me like that! Do you know how many times i had to hide from O'hare adn Dogstar?"
Looks at teh toad and smiles weakly.
"too many to count. You alright?'
TBCB Anyone
OOC; He is a smuggler!!
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Post by Kooshmeister on Jan 31, 2005 21:30:18 GMT -5
"Huh?!" Renfield spun in his chair upon hearing Bucky O'Hare's name, spilling some of his Swamp Grass onto the tabletop.
His pale gray eyes darted around the bar, but found no sign of O'Hare. Then he realized they were talking about him, and scowled.
His fur was a much lighter, more sickly shade of green than the famous Captain O'Hare's, but then again he didn't expect a lowly Stormtoad who'd probably only heard about O'Hare to know the differance.
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Post by Claudia Carranza on Jan 31, 2005 21:48:19 GMT -5
As the crowd around him panics at the name of Captain O'Hare. He was sure he didn't say it aloud. Then again, he might have. Feeling so many eyes turn on him, the stormtoad begins shaking. Pushing away from the table, the toad gets to his feet, knocking his chair to the floor. His eyes, however remain on 'Captain O'Hare', a look of hate and murder buried deep in them. TBCB anyone. PS: He mouthed the name of Captain O'Hare, as in it was soundless.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Jan 31, 2005 21:51:30 GMT -5
OOC: I think everyone in the bar reacted to the smuggler's yelling of O'Hare, not the toad's.
BIC: Renfield eyed the Stormtoad, and upon seeing that look in his eyes, felt his heart sink. Frowning, he turned back around and sighed deeply, staring into his mug. He really, really hoped that this bloody mission would be over soon. He wanted to go home...
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Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Feb 1, 2005 2:12:36 GMT -5
Grudgingly and only loud enough for Private adn Drake to hear, "Look Private, sorry i over reacted. You just caught me off guard. I barely dodged Dogstar before the whole Genus incident went down. Go ahead and sit down and i will buy you another drink. Besides, the band needs to keep playing otherwise it just isn't as entertaining watching them stand there."
Hoping to aviod a problem, Damien motions for the waitress to bring over two more mugs, while watching the lead singer of the band and keeping an eye on Private.
TBCB anyone
OOC; He can be a little jumpy and overreactive. ! That and he ahs a bad habit of reading lips when he doesn't hear words. It usually means a warning for him.
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Post by Drake on Feb 1, 2005 12:36:21 GMT -5
Drake shurgs off the reaction as he finishes his current Fruit Twist.
"Feh, Bucky O'Hare or Dogstar or even that one foxy gal they have don't scare me any, though I'd hate to wind up in the sights of there Masers none the less. Not thats its none too diffcult for me to strgenthen my own little babies at the hanger so as to last a tad longer when in flight then the UAC's. Frell, the one I'm working on now probbly could do circles around O'Hares old ship if I had a good enough pilot to fly her."
He finishes his drink and goes back to watching the band, which seems more then a little distracted by the whole going ons in the bar.
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Post by Claudia Carranza on Feb 1, 2005 12:40:35 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah.... just... bah, not a good week for me, i think. sick. Anyways, here's my pose! ^.^ When 'Bucky' turns his back to the toad, a cold grim look crept over his features. 'For the glory of the Empire! Kill O'Hare! Drink Jolt!' Hand on his blaster, the toad's shoulder quivers as he adjusts his grip, thumb flicking off the safety with the motion. Does he hear Damien? More than likely, given how hte toad flicks a glance down at him as he speaks. So many, mammals. Lifting his gaze from Damien, the toad scans the bar. It has grown silent, every eye turned on him, everyone watching his every move. Even the band on stage has stopped, the toad keyboardist looking a touch paler than normal. As the long moments go by, the tension builds until the toad resafeties his blaster and lowers himself to the chair,, reaching back with a hand to set it up right. Never, never, do his eyes leave Renfield's form. Oh no. To stop watching the rival of the empire would be a very bad thing indeed. He shall have to report in, and quickly! TBCB Anyone.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 1, 2005 14:20:04 GMT -5
After a moment, Renfield's watch beeps insistently and he checks the time. He was a minute behind schedule! He quickly guzzled the last of his Swamp Grass, noisily chugging and slurping it down.
Anyone knowing what the hare was drinking would, without a doubt, be properly disgusted and wonder what was going on in his head.
Heedless though, Renfield set the empty mug down on the table, then stood, adjusted his tie, and left the bar in a hurry, not noticing that the Stormtoad was still watching him.
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Post by Claudia Carranza on Feb 1, 2005 14:31:24 GMT -5
'...and now, a word from our sponsor!' Swamp grass only being sipped at, the toad clunked his mug down on the table as Renfield's watch beeps suddenly, and the hare downs the rest of his drink. Two steps into Renfield's rush to the door, the toad stands, leaving the mug on the table, and not saying a word to Damien. NOpe, this froggy's onna mission. 'We're onna a mission from Gad. ...Don't you mean KOMPLEX? ...ohyeah.' TBCB: anyone!
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Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Feb 2, 2005 3:15:54 GMT -5
"well at least he didn't shott the lead singer." Damien mutters adn waits for the band to start palying again.
Watches the toad leave and becomes curious. He looks up at the female toad and motions for a moment of her time when she can spare it. He then sits back and patiently waits for her response.
TBCB anyone in teh bar
OOC; Has anyone opted to play a member of the band?
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 2, 2005 4:16:30 GMT -5
Unaware that the Stormtoad is following him, Renfield heads down the hallway. Occasionally, he casts a glance over his shoulder to see if anyone he knows is around, but he sees only strangers. Shrugging off his worries, he then slips out of sight into a narrow viaduct used for maintenence work, filled with pipes and wires, which Renfield deftly steps over and is careful not to bang his head into. TBCB anyone; Stormtoad 44812?
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Post by Claudia Carranza on Feb 2, 2005 12:21:42 GMT -5
OOC: So far, no, no one's opted to play the toad female in the band, so if no one wants to, I can run her. I'll give it a few days, if you don't mind.
IC: The storm toad follows each twist and turn, working carefully to avoid being seen by the green hare - his target. Seeing him duck down a side passage, Private 44812 grins, mind tumbling over thoughts, 'This is it! Those could be my chance! Get the drop on him and... but what if it's a trap? What if he knows you're folllowing him and has that hairless baboon laying in wait!' A cold, frightfilled quake shudders throught the toad's soft spine, and nearly freezes his resolve right then and there, but the digitized voice of KOMPLEX rings through his mind once more.
'Kill O'Hare! Enslave the mammals! Fly, it's what's for dinner.'
Swallowing down his nervousness, the toad takes a breath and slips into the air duct after Renfield. Soon as he's out of sight,t he toad draws his blaster, clicks off the safety, and tip toes, creeping ever closer and closer and closer to his... umm.. prey?
TBCB Renfield
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Post by Drake on Feb 2, 2005 12:34:04 GMT -5
Drake glances at his watch and slowly gets up from the seat.
"Frell... break times over for me. Nice to meet ya anyways squirel. My names Drake Nightstar, by the way. If ya ever need any service done on your ship, feel free to stop by the hanger and we can work out a deal."
He nods, the goes out of the bar.
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Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Feb 2, 2005 13:37:25 GMT -5
"Name's Damien Star Runner and I will be at the Hangar later to get my ship, Black Quasa. If you wan tot check over her, go ahead. I will be here for awhile." Damien replies as Drake gets up.
Watches teh Terrier walk out the door and shakes hi shead. "STuck to a work schedule. Sad. I enjoy my life, i only have to make it to meeting points and aviod certain people." Damien thinks as he turns his attention back to the band.
"Wonder if i am going to get stuck with another run to Aldebaran?" He thinks watching the lead singer again.
TBCB Anyone in bar
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