The Dark Horse-The Random Dingy Tavern III

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class=ooc><tr><td>Timestamp: After the Alliances thread, a week later into Tria, late evening

Character: Medhsnuja Panym, 25
Clothing: Crimson red shirt half buttoned up, black tight-fitting trousers and boots.

Character:Phoenix Tlekaj, 24
Clothing: Long, dark trenchcoat, tight bloodred and black lace corset, tight-fitting black trousers and stiletto heels. And his curved sword.
(NOTE: She will be played in a SEPERATE post from Med. Makes things less confusing.. She will not appear straight away...neither will X-7 {hint hint Pre ;) })

Location: The Dark Horse- the same dingy tavern...
Weather: Thunderstorm.

SOB members only...</td></tr></table>


The door of the tavern burst open and Medhsnuja's large shadowed form stood in its place. The rain poured and the sky was littered with lightening. He stepped in, his heels clicking on the worn wooden floor. His crimson eyes shot the bartender a look and the guy cowered before shakily placing a bottle of red wine on the bar along with a wine glass. Medhsnuja took it and settled himself down by the fire, water dripping everywhere. The fire crackled loudly as he dragged the wooden chair across the floor so he could sit on it noisely. His tailflame flickered various colours. He was still deciding what to do about X-7. The heel of his boot could be heard tapping on the floor, accompanied by the odd rumble of thunder. He poured himself a glass of the wine, the colour matching his eyes brilliantly and sipped it. It was bitter but pleasing on the tongue.

And another thing, he hadn't seen Phoenix. And she was supposed to meet him here. His tailflame flickered an angry red as he thought that, she'd disobeyed him. He wouldn't tolerate it. And she would suffer. The glass in his hand suddenly shattered because he'd been gripping it so hard and shards of glass went everywhere. The bartender suddenly came over with another glass and disposed of the shards. Medhsnuja just grunted and poured another drink. If the Shades of Black members knew what was good for them, they'd turn up soon...

 

Character: Shadow Degoz, 19
Clothing: black/red two tone shirt , baggy black trousers

Shadow strode through into the pub, he was soaked to the fur with the thunder storms downpour, he scanned the room quickly for his boss, spotting him at the fire, he walked up to him
<span style='color:green'>
shadow Degoz reporting for duty, may i take a seat?</span>

 

Character: Nhadala Nairi, 25
Clothing: Baggy kaki shorts with white Hibiscus on the right leg, Mocha strapless bra. Ivory and Jade necklace that looks like a spine and a bone and skull made out of ivory and opals. Heavy Black boots on digigrated feet.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class=ooc><tr><td>The Skeleton Thread is going to Continue, Madgal. It is the timeof meeting parents and stuff as well winning Nhadala's niceness. </td></tr></table>

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Nhadala was seemingly there seated next to Medhsnuja, her pale eyes shattered over the new commer whom presented himself to Medhsnuja . She didn't care to listen as her fur reeked of sea salted air and kelp, flickering one audio idly at him as the thunder clapped again. That rung through her crania in agitation, she came here with her Husband [Medhsnuja] with her lips sealed in a clamp and eyes piercing anyone who dared to ove against him. She was still a bit agitated with something that happened in her personality and between herself and her twin Sebastian.

Wings fluttered the dewing drops on to the wooden planked flooring with a sizzle, the creaks of lanterns distilled the air with a rhumey glow. The people were sparse in this tavern but the whores and prying eyes were not, drinking in air for her lungs Nhadala eyed Shadow Degoz in a prim manner. Shivering once or twice from the damp feeling that the area had dispite the crackling fire and its ashy logs as rain seeped in the floor boards and gazed up wards. A clear glass was smitten with the rugged wooden table that was round and large, with its soft pink liquid bubbling merrily as if with out a care in the word She stared at it sourly. A waterlogged pad of paper lain next to it with a old fashioned pen as writing smeared across its page with a drawing or two in boredom. She was lonely dispite being near the one she loved greatly, eyes glazed over witht he sar shapped pupils dilated to the lightign fixing her gaze on the hidden writing of the wood table.

 

Character: Veaji Ralla, 19
Clothing: White sleeveless shirt, black fitting jeans, her usual holster belt for her sword and gun, and black boots.

It took her a short time to find the tavern. She has been in Bhim so many times she knew it like the back of her paw. The unlucky thing is, she doesn't know the wheater as she know Bhim. As she strode into the tavern, rain water dripped from her and wetted the wooden floor. She felt uncomfortable as she was drenched and her clothes were sticking to her body, showing off her figure. She looked over pendragons heads and found her boss. It was quite easy to spot him since he was wearing a crimsom red shirt.

She walked over and noticed a thill and Shadow was already there. She nodded to Shadow and to Medhsnuja, she telepathed, <span style='color:maroon'>I'm here and ready. But first, I need to dry myself.</span> Then she set herself as close to the fire as possible. She untied her braided hair to let it dry and waited for her boss to start the meeting.

 

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class=ooc><tr><td>Character: Kilske</td></tr></table>


Kilske walked moodily through the rain, remembering the last time she had been here to meet with the SOB members. She cringed at the thought. She never really liked working with others, she just needed the money. She carried a black suitcase in her hand. It was all the information she had been able to retrieve. Getting it hadn't been easy either. She had heard about some fight or something between SOB and the Lost. She hoped she hadn't missed too much, and that her information was still needed and wanted.

She scowled under the drenched hood of her trench coat. She walked up to the door and cracked it open, sliding silently inside. The warmth and stagnant smell drifted to her and she was not quite sure if she welcomed their presence. The place had not changed much since the last time. She lifted a paw to drop the hood and looked around. She saw the others and strode quickly towards them. She let the suitcase fall on a table and smirk from accomplishment as she removed the damp coat and placed it on the back of a chair. She sat down and took the suitcase again, placing it delicately in her lap. She looked over to Medhsnuja.

"Hope I haven't missed anything vital..."

It was more of a question than a statement. She was not sure if she was in trouble for not being at that fight she had heard about. What good would she have been anyway? She knew nothing of face to face combat. She squirmed uncomfortably in her chair, the water from the coat dripping soothingly down her back. This was going to be a long night for her.