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Troublesome Endeavor 2; The Adventure in Forte de Grenadine
Topic Started: Dec 13 2016, 07:47 PM (2,474 Views)
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Troublesome Endeavor part 1 -http://z8.invisionfree.com/Anime_Red/index...topic=2311&st=0



Issac the wolf had huffed toward the question Delilah indirectly posed him, one relating to how he planned to take on a full bandwagon of vicious pigs in a proverbial slaughter house of scum. "I will deal with them very delicately." His reply was nothing if not for his expression, for the therapudically charming wolf had not cracked his knuckles, nor remained emotionless. Instead, he fancied Romana a gallant, yet similarly conniving smile. Quite the expression on his face, similar to the dealer of a blackjack table. Almost as if he had been in this situation before, if Romana or Delilah were to read too heavily into it . Or perhaps not. The wolf retained his mysteries.

Similarly, Romana had her own plan without the need to lean on the gentleman's arm with the weight of a burder. Throwing Isaac's reassurances out the window, the daemoness'd dragoness equal parts blew off the skunkish idiot hitting on her and equal parts laughed in the face of danger. Her time was meant to be in the action, not quivering from it. T'was not her character.

The decision to find the bar caught Isaac off his pace for half a step. He shifted casually from a need to escort her to saftey whilst he took care of the mess to turning on his heel towards their new intention. "Well then, bar it is."



Thus it was the two stepped through the snake's den to the one bartender worth any hint of grounding - of sanity. Isaac rolled his knuckles on the bar's counter without a care in the world that they were sitting near an entirely too drunk coyote on side and ugly as sin toad on the other. "Furly Temple, please. And my lady of the evening would like..." He turned to Romana, handing her the lead if she ever so wished.
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Romana heeded the demoness' fear, and tried to keep her wits a bit more about her self. She still had a part to play though, and with a hip sway that clearly said the wolf on her arm was hers? She sat at the bar as Isaac ordered. When it came her turn?

"Wine, one glass, darkest red you have."

She said it to Isaac directly, but with a wink and a nod, smiled at the bartender with just a hint of interest in her voice as she had done so.

She did not seem to notice, despite her trying to keep track of herself. Still, she was acting like the fine lady she appeared to be. At least, that's the likely conclusion of the sort of usual goers this bar would get.
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No further peeps from the demoness were heard as Romana and Isaac went up to the bar.

If the possessed woman had been on the lookout for any strange feelings stealing over her, it wouldn't come in any form she was likely expecting. Rather, she would only feel herself slipping rather readily into the role she needed to play. Thoughts of danger and worry for missing friends would find themselves pushed to the side all too easily to focus on the task at hand.

The words dripped from her lips like honey laced with something illicit, as she grazed the bartender with eyes of luminous amber.

Not quite smoldering, per se, but holding the promise of that if certain parties played their cards right.
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Toward dear Romana's stunningly titillating request, the bartender hesitated in pulling out the appropriate drinking glasses, put on a sweat, but altogether - withholding the deepest of breaths - held his ground. He was good, this man; He was prepared for anything. However his eyes had stayed upon Romana a few lingering seconds longer than necessary as he muted a note in response. Likewise, his attempt to pull away from her to get the wine had been met with trial.

Isaac had not been as prepared as the bartender. He performed an award-winning double take upon Romana's request for wine. His thoughts earlier had swum around the idea of dealing with the boars not far way. Currently they were caught off guard by his guest.

Staring. Isaac was staring.

He pointed at her. "You," His voice quieter than it should be, and entitled to grave, stoic natures all the same. "and your new partner are a dangerous combo."



"HAHAHAAA!" Kink! Thump! One of the boars slapped down half a chicken upon a table three steps away from reach and grabbed his mug of ale so violently it nearly knocked half said table down. His face had been spattered with all manners of grease and pulp, and with a thrumbling snort he continued. "You should've seen his face when I grabbed the gun! He was worried I was gunna smack the stripes right off his tail! And I did! But that fur bastard had some good 'fo."

A tall glass of colorful autumn splendor caught Isaac's eye and was enough to pull it away from Romana's soft, red lips. He had enough time to take in Romana's new glass of wine, which was near black in coloration until held up to the light, where it held a crimson contrast, before clearing his head enough with the liquor to comment again. "What is your plan?" He asks.
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The smile that the bartenders reaction got him was more than enough to illustrate just how inwardly happy Romana was with the reaction. The tiny flutter of her wing edges at Isaac's quiet speakings was also just a sign of how much she was enjoying herself.

When he asked her what her plan was? She grinned as evilly as Delilah would likely let her.

"I plan on listening, looking like a great big pile of eye candy, and only asking a question if I get asked one. I suggest you ask a few yourself, maybe about helping me find a long lost sister or somesuch? Betwene you asking the questions and me just keeping only the most open of ears I think we can cover just about everything really."

She stated all of that rather quietly as she had leaned in to Isaac.

She raised the red glass to her lips and sipped gently, nodding in approval to the bartender, as she leaned back in her seat.
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The only restraints Romana would feel on her sense of satisfaction at the recent successes was the dim feeling that the hunt was not yet finished, and it was too soon to act like the cat that caught the canary.

For a hunt this was, said an instinct very much akin to certain latent draconic instincts she felt at times. There would be time to glory in the catch; for now, focus on the chase.

Her evil smile was moderated only by a smoky wink at Isaac. The instincts also told her there was no reason not to broadcast to her lupine counterpart that he could also be part of the 'catch' if his cards were played right. Any genuine interest on her part could be decided later, but any interest of his would only be an asset to her goals in the present.
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Isaac the magnificent wolf had performed to his greatest degree to avoid direct eye contact with his occupied lady guest and her illustrious winking. He had known quite well what lay proactively inside Romana the sorceress and what may entail in a literal deal with a devil. Though absently the wolf had wondered to himself, over his slim glass of FurleyTemple, how much of this act was genuinely Romana at that point in time and not coerced.

"I see." He said in curt response, revoking half of his glass of its contents in a single move. Yes, Isaac may need that liquor to loosen his nerves for what would come next.

"I SAID!" A boar shouted loud enough for the city block to hear, "Duh Lady Can't Be In Sector 3! We would've heard 'bout it! Besides, I swear I smelt her round here. Who else uses dat perfuum?"

"Then where else can we look? Where does a chick in bright red mockers and half a bird on her hat go? I'm saying she's gotta pipe down. There's no way she's out of town. Whoever's after her would keep lookouts at the outs."

A third biker boar snuffed the meat straight off of a chicken's thigh in one quick swipe, chewing it with flourish and swallowing the hefty morsel with a swig of his ale. "Then where's she? A perfume store? You want us to hoof it by foot? Is that it? I aint leavin Besty alone in this area. She'd get nabbed or knocked."

None of the boars had taken notice of Romana, nor her beauty. Clearly they were too pig-headed to get past their current issue. That did not, however, reflect upon the entire tavern as a whole. Ruffians pooled out from various crevices and cracks of the building towards the sight of a dashing beauty such as the draconic damsel at the bar. At first the bartender had been able to ward them off with a look, or a glare at the worst. But that did not stop the tide from its eventual flow.

Very quickly, Romana would find herself the object of affection of a sleezing mole rat like creation most foul, and behind him a two-legged slug anthropomorph with clubs for arms. A shark antho with an eyepatch and set of knives tucked under his jacket pushed them aside to sit up nice and tight to her. "What's about we go see a movie? Ever seen The Brining?" His smile was a touch more intimidating with the tooth rot and gold crowns. "How's about, hottie?"

"Besty." Isaac said, cleaving the entire table's conversation of bikers in two. They stopped their talk and turned to witness the sharp wolf, who had not turned towards them. Honestly, to the boars the name could have come from anyone around Romana except herself.

Isaac turned not towards the boars, but the shark. "What Are You Doing To My Lover?!" He abruptly howled aloud, grabbing the shark's wrist and - previous to the ruffian even knowing what hit him - slipping himself between the two and tossing the gilled one over his shoulder into a newly crushed bar stool. Without skipping a beat he pointed at the slug and molerat accusingly and grit his teeth. "Where do you get off hitting on a girl that lost her sister? She said red cloak. She doesn't care what red marks you have on you!"

"Did he say red cloak?" One of the boars said as Isaac seemed too busy antagonizing ruffians to answer them. Another boar stood.
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The small 'enhancements' to her actions and desires did not go unnolticed, nor unappreciated, by Romana. She actually felt slightly giddy as she sipped again from the glass. Unfortunately, as every hunt can have interlopers, so did this one. Her grimace at the slugman and others was obvious.

The shark at least made sense, in her mind at least. She did have the tail of a mako... She only half smiled at him. "I'm sorry. I have my pre-mate and lover here you see. Im quite wo..."

Then Isaac brilliantly broke into his show and Romana played right along. Nodding, her eyes getting so big and tear-filled, like she was truly nervous for her poor sister!

"I... I just really want to find her! She'd be so alone in a big city like this. So in danger!"

It did help that, while she knew Echo could handle the occasional interference, a city like this one was trying for anybody non-local. probably a good few of them too!
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Despite her personal feelings on the matter, Romana's face was careful not to betray any disgust at the… unlikely suitors that stepped up to the plate. Not while they could be potential assets.

Her demeanor switched perfectly in time with Isaac's over-the-top reaction. There were men out there who could resist the sultry act she was putting on, but there was one thing no red-blooded man could resist.

A smoking-hot damsel in distress.

It would no doubt be an odd feeling from Romana's viewpoint to experience the eye-watering, chest-heaving physiological symptoms on the outside, while feeling calm and focused on the inside.
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Thus the shark had been launched. His spurting growls of confusion and consternation soon muted when Isaac turned back to kick him well enough in the side. "And that was for dropping a tooth in her wine!" Romana's romantic partner was doing well playing his part. Maybe a little too well. T'would not be too forward a thought to assume her manipulatively ravishing beauty had an effect on him as much as the other men.

The wolf's brazen attitude had not been the only attention-gathering display of the evening at Ruffian's. Now the damsel obligingly lost herself to a cascading waterfall of dragon tears. Her own act, assisted by the demon's attentions, had been far harder to ignore. Especially so for one pack of testosterone fueled pigs.in leather.

Whilst Isaac threw himself at the slug on the other side of the dragoness, his free hand brushing Romana's in a dance that spun her her away from the bar counter and in the direction of the audience, she would notice through her outpouring need to find her sister that one had stood and was sauntering up to them.

"S'cuse me, lady." The boar said - trying his best to be as gentlemanly as a grease-snuffing, hooved disaster of society could - "Me and the boyz went and over hurd you." He gestured to everyone at the one table, who were watching her in various paused positions of eating. "If ya ever want help, I'm say'n. ... Ya know. We'd be willin to assist. If'n ya let us know more about your sista."

If Romana could not tell, Delilah could. The boar was one sight smarter than he showed example towards. He wanted to know what Romana knew. There was nothing to stand in his way, either. Especially since Isaac was giving them both room in his fit of aggression at the slug.
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While the dance of testosterone laden and fight hungry males went on, oh did the croco... dragon tears flow. She was smart enough to take the spin out or rather away from the now heated bar area and looked ot the pig man with such quivering lips and long blinking lashes.

"I... I don't know... I mean, my beau here... he has some details but it is just too hard to think about right now! M... maybe if you can tell me more about you and your friends? I mean, it will give me time to think and then I can respond to such big strong strapping men like you in the right way."

She was as dangerous as she was beautiful. But the real kicker of it was, Romana was even smarter than the two combined. One did not get into the arts of the mage of symbols and writing, an art where even the tiniest wrong stroke on a single character could backfire without the mental powers and skills to back that up.

She knew her game, and she played it well.
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Having been first to stand and hail her, the biker in change of attracting Romana found himself the dimsel in distress when Romana stepped into his world readily, almost too close to his snout for comfort. He blurts out a line akin to nonsensical and cleared his throat when what he wished to say became nothing more than useless blithering. His entirety became a sweaty, intermingled mess of embarrassment and unwieldy modest natures. Quite unbecoming for him.

Taking one large boot step in reverse, he turned himself away from Romana excellingly devillish charms and made the attempt to find himself amidst the sight of her tearful eyes. When that had no change of working, the pig instead turned his newfound frustrations on his friends. "Make room for her, you idiots. We got a lady company present." The others scrambled to move, kicking a nearby scheming cockroach anthropomorph out of (from what was decided to be) the cleanest chair they could find. Romana was gestured to sit down.

Enough room was given for both Romana to sit down and the biker to find himself again - a much easier task amidst his own friends. "Were the Freakin Riders, baddest badass biker boars his side of Grenadine and they call me Jowls. He's Misser, he's Crank, he's Biff, and he's Trout." The other boars snort, nod, or bound their mugs into the tables as ways of introducing themselves. "Lately we've been tryin to track down a charmer, real diamond if you get me drift. Hottie with a good head and, pah. Not as good as youz is. Hear me, guys? I'm being a piss."

"Give her a ring or get on with it!" The pig called Trout barked out, sloshing his beer.

"Right. Ahem. Anyway. We're real nice bikers. Not like the kind you see in movies. We only beat up whoz deserves it, and right the badder wrongz. We're the good guys. It's the cops that are the bad lot. Privvy punks that charge all the wrong people and let crime go sour."

"I popped a Fuzz in the tooth the other day."

"Shut up, Crank. That makes you look bad!"

Crank was popped out behind the head by Biff, and in turn had his nose ring pulled. A fight started to break out on the other side of the table. Trout laughed obnoxiously. The remaining boar, Misser, was too busy looming over his booze to say or stop anyone. Jowl never left Romana, stroking her hand as softly has he could like he was trying to comfort her.

"Anyway, we're trying to find this chick in red. Not her face, of course. She wasn't angry. Course, she might've been. Smelled more scared." He snorted the last line. "But before we cud offer our hero services -"

"Freakin Biker way!" Trout said, raising a glass.

Jowls rolled his eyes, "Befer we cud, a baddie jumped out to get her and she fled. We got the baddie, lady. He wont come after her, or you, or any hot lady anymore. Doesn't have the balls for it..."



Isaac continued fighting the background.
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Ah, yet more ruffian outlaws with a heart of gold. How fortunate for us… Came an ironic inner monologue.

The bikers knew more than they were letting on, naturally. Too much coincidence; wandering gangs and lone hitmen didn't spend nearly so much of their time saving random women. They had been in the right place at the right time for a reason.

And unlike the sly lupine (who undoubtedly had a deck or two he was playing close to his chest), at least one of these pigs was bound to let something slip in the heady mix of alcohol and testosterone.
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"Never attribute to malice when what is best described as misguided heroism can cover it. From my best understanding, they probably saw last nights performance. As for our own helper... he does need a bit of help. Let's see what they do when we ask them for that, and go from there. They help? Accidental gold hearts."

Romana whimpered as she sat among the pig men. She acted like sh etruly believed they were superior folks. in many ways they may actually be considered such when it cam eto underground knowledge. The accidental thrown ins of popping a cop and a yell about bikjers rants did seem to point in that way. she was reading all their emotions as fast as they spoke and reacted for her.

"A... all right. Can.... can you help my man? He's fighting lots of people and.... once he's safe I think I can continue okay? Im sorry to ask... but would you pretty please help?"

She did the best batting of her eyelashes at the leader, as well as the one or two who spoke out about helping earlier.
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Romana had braved the smart move in the tightly wound, heated affection between herself and the porcine creature known as Jowls with grease upon his leather gloves and a smell of barbecue chicken emitting about his already rampant breath. In emphasis, she distracted his lusty need to assist her with the burdening fight around the bar counter between Isaac and the other patrons of Ruffian. In effect t'was still a manner of assistance for the damsel in distress, but no more direct than saving a cat up a tree and less sweeping her from her own high heels.

Pausing the loving grace of his leather-clad hooves to her soft fingers, Jowls looked up beyond his tusks toward the wolf currently in limbo between a cracked snail, a roach, a ratty hyena, and a champagne glass. The matter jumped flaming hoops about his thuggish brain, passing another dover grace of Romana's lashed eyes, until he amazingly released her.

Having instead grabbed an entire chicken from the table, the biker boar inceremoniously chucked it towards the two boars currently fighting across the table. "OY! Crank, Biff! Go Fight Them over there!"

Nothing came of the action, short of the chicken now being a club for Biff to slap into Crank's face repeatedly. Jowls muttered a softened expletive (lady in the audience and everything), turning his angered glare toward Misser. Misser the pig had since fallen asleep on the table amidst an army of beer mugs, licking absently at what drip remained from the tankard he had since spilled over in his drunken stupor.

Finally Jowls turned his unholy embarassment at not being able to help a lady fully upon Trout. Trout was laughing obnoxiously at the chicken battle, turning at the steaming redness of his gang leader. The laugh escaped him, replaced instead with a bewildered expression. "What?" he asked, near silently with a shrug.

Jowls jabbed a hoof at Isaac, who had since shattered his glass, shoved the snail in the face of the hyena, and was looking for a replacement weapon.

Trout looked similarly in that direction. His confusion found a new smile amidst itself. Smugly, he blurted the words, "Looks like 'e's having fun, ain't that pisser?"

"Stop his fight." Jowls ground between his teeth.

Dumbness now played a role in Trout's eyes. "Why?"

"UGH!" Jowls growled aloud in pure, testosterone rage. He pounded his fist into the table. splintering the wood and cracking a few plates, then proceeded to get up and stomp over to Isaac, himself, leaving his rambunctious comrads to resume their lives.

Trout watched Jowls storm off to 'help' Isaac in stone silence. Thereafter he slid charmingly up to Romana. She would find him slightly smaller, a tad hairier about the knuckles, yet equally as repulsive as the leader regardless of how many spikes his jacket sported. "So... Tell me more about this sister of yours. Hee hee."
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