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Post by Ember Weston on Aug 21, 2006 0:21:09 GMT -5
Ember squeaked shyly as the rat flirted and felt her face get hot. Taking a sip of her cognac her ears twitched and she made an attempt to steer the attention away from herself. And towards the white furred hare that had apperently decided to join the odd group.
"An oo'r ye? Such strange night, rabbit n'a rat in the Fancy, odd it is." She paused to sip her beverage and absently wiped at her whiskers. Head ducking she chanced a glance at Ragetti and when she saw his one-eyed gaze on her, squeaked and flushed once again.
Many patrons were now eyeing the odd assortment with interest and scowls. A cat, rat, mouse and rabbit drinking together? Whoever saw such a thing? And in a cat hangout to boot! A greasy squinty-eyed tom eyed the group with a puffed up tail and and low growl as he saw the barmouse and the rat make 'eyes' at eachother. The filthy tom had been trying to soften Ember up for monthes and still hadn't gotten anywhere! With a throaty growl he moved stealthily from his stool and stalked across the bar to whisper to the large Lion Taka.
Back at the table, the small mousette had neglected to notice this as she chittered and squeaked with the group of males. She secretly thought that this was a record for the longest she had gone without being groped. She rather enjoyed the change.
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Post by Pintel on Aug 21, 2006 0:33:19 GMT -5
Pintel had watched the rabbit make himself at home in the spare chair, and flicked an ear because a lone fly had chosen his ear as the ideal place to buzz around. Ah yes, Basil. Young fella on the Pearl. Pintel honestly hadn't spoken much with him, since he was so young and all; the only one on board Pintel really spoke with on a daily basis was Ragetti. He'd spent all his energy of dealing with young critters on Ragetti after all. Sure Basil wasn't as young as Ragetti had been when he found him but still.
"He's Basil." Pintel nodded stiffly towards the rabbit, "Cabinboy." was the only addition to his explanation of who the rabbit was before putting his drink to his lips but didn't sip at it as he watched Ragetti and Ember's exchange. Oh hew knew well Ragetti liked pushing his buttons at any chance he got. He knew Pintel's weaknesses, just as Ragetti knew his.
But he had noticed the Lion at one table suddenly being approached by another cat and the two exchanged some words. Hell, the foolish tom even pointed in their direction. Pintel looked back to Ember, then to Ragetti and Basil silently. This might end up messy. Being feline himself, he knew how his fellow brethren could get around prey species. And he all but sensed the frustration of the rat and mouse 'flirting' could have effects.
Barmiads were always flirted with. But her being an obvious prey species never went anywhere with any of the tomcats. And now seeing her openly enjoying herself with not only a rat, but also a rabbit and another cat? Hrm. He lowered one paw and rested it on his pistol before lowering his other paw which still held his glass. "Tell me luv," he interupted the rodent's 'eyeing', "This place see much action?"
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Post by bunnybasil on Aug 21, 2006 18:10:33 GMT -5
His lips parted to speak but he was interrupted by the cat. He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "That I am miss, but I can speak for myself being not woman or child. I do appreciate it Pintel, but I think I can speak for myself when asked." he nodded a little and eyed the goings on between Rags and Ember. He knew those looks, but he refrained from acknowledging them. Perhaps if he pretended they didn't happen... or maybe if he gave Pintel a hand. "Miss... uhm... I'm sorry I didn't catch your name... No mind then. If you have a chance once you are done with your rest... Could I bother you for a spot of rum... a big gla... well... a nice sized glass really." he smiled and those two bunny teeth poked out over his bottom lip. He wasn't THAT young and he acted fairly mature for his age. As every male, however, he had his moments. Especially when gold was involved. He gave her a gallant smile to. He had it in his mind that perhaps Ragetti's hide would be saved and so would Pintel's blood pressure should the cute little creature be away for a moment. Jealousy runs deeper than the ocean mates. Basil knew that all too well. He had seen it so much. Everyone wants what everyone else has. Even in school Basil was often jealous of his classmates. Boys with grand muscle or a sharp wit. The boy had a charm about him though that most couldn't deny. And or course a silver tongue that made many a girl blush in the day. But as for ever committing, that wasa matter that would never happen. Much like a song that didn't come out until many years after the pirate age... 'my life,my love, and my lady is the sea.' But that didn't mean he wasn't up for a good sport every now and again.
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Post by Ragetti on Aug 21, 2006 21:22:51 GMT -5
Well he had been certainly been giving her the 'eye' at least. One eye. Because that was all he had. Ragetti wasn't one to even worry about his surroundings unless he was directly effected by them. He had to rely on Pintel quite a bit to cover his blind side in battle and it was tiring. Currently he had two critters occupying his weak side and the old tom cat on his left; so what was there to worry about?
He was completely clueless about the slue of events perhaps unfolding at the nearby table. But it probably didn't look good. So many prey species and one single cat had all their attention. Might make all these feral felines jealous and perhaps wondering what the hell this mangy orange tom cat had that they didn't. Certainly the lion was far greater and stronger then Pintel could ever be. But Ragetti hadn't even noticed him yet. His attention stolen between three others. (Well, mostly the mouse - tho his heart did lie with only one critter.)
"Basil, Parcel, Rose.. wot'evah ye name be." Ragetti spat a bit and pursed his lips 'round his gnawing teeth. "Ah was ah Cabin boy meself once.. fer un hell o'bird. Ye've got it easy on th'pearl." He lifted his mug of grog and so slow and innocently swiped his tail back against the little bar mouse. Thankfully it was out of Pintel's view before turning his attention to Basil again. "Aw, give th'wench ah break fer a moment hop-hop! Can't ye see she's tryin' tah have a bit O'break?"
AKA: Ragetti wanted her to sit for a bit more with him. Wasn't often he saw mice; females ones at that.
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Post by Ember Weston on Aug 21, 2006 23:10:05 GMT -5
Ember's focus flickered from male to male to male back to the first male. Yeesh, so much to answer. She decided that she would answer the hare (Basil was it) first.
"Aye, I'll get ye sum rum in a few moments, luv. By de way, me name is Ember. Ember Weston." She doubted they would care what her last name was, but it balanced out the uniqueness of her first name. Her mother having had a soft spot for exotic names had left her offspring finding the need to. If she recalled properly, her brother Bianco had always went by his middle name, Francis, when asked.
She then focused on the tomcat's question. Did the Fancy see action? Was he kidding, stuff anyplace with a bunch of drunk and horny toms and it was a blueprint for a brawl. If one were to look close enough, they would find remnants of blood and fur nearly everywhere.
"Aye there be lots 'o action 'ere. Da males get territorial, ye know? Fight over tables, chairs...barmaids..."
Her whiskers drooped at the last thought. A few males had gotten in a fight over a poor barmouse named Camille and in the process tore the poor things left ear clean off. Last they had seen of that femme was watching a cart wheel her to the other side of the island to live with one of her brothers. Sad sight it had been, too.
A sudden shadow fell over the mouse femme and in curiosity looked up to the the towering underside of a very large male lion. Several gnarled and puffed up toms were ganged around him as he glowered down at the rapidly wilting girl.
"Uh-oh."
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Post by Pintel on Aug 22, 2006 0:20:26 GMT -5
Indeed, the shadow was very huge and nearly blocked out the entire table of the light radiating from nearby lamps. Pintel put his glass down and brought his head up to stare at the lion. "Yes? May I 'elp you?" he asked gently, tail swishing back and forth against the floor.
"Well yes, ye bloody well can." The lion replied, his voice deep and menacing. "You can start by gettin' outta our pub fer one." Taka lowered himself slightly, paw landing on the table. "You 'n yer rat 'n rabbit are cloggin' up the scenery." He snarled lowly. The mob of felines behind him nodded and muttered in agreement.
Pintel's ears folded back and he narrowed his yellow eyes. "Cloggin' up the scenery?" he echoed, "I hardly think they’re doin' that. 'N they're not mine." He replied in a surprisingly calm voice despite the larger and obviously younger and obviously healthier lion had leant forward.
"Listen fur ball," Taka growled, "It says Feline Fancy on the door. Can’t yer rat read? Unless he's wantin’ ta make a meal of 'imself…" he moved his paw and suddenly put it down on Ragetti’s shoulder, the same time those massive claws protruded and was just beginning to graze on Ragetti's shoulder when hell broke loose.
And by hell I mean Pintel.
He had released a vicious hiss, dug his nails into the table before all but leaping and attacking Taka’s head with his claws and the lion was caught off guard and fell back into the mob behind him. Pintel’s hisses and insults flew like his claws did at the lion’s face, and once he was over the shock Taka roared viciously and he brought around a massive paw and threw Pintel off him. Pintel flipped and landed on his feet, bleeding from the shoulder but his fur still up and he growled.
"Oh now this is sad." Taka smiled through his row of vicious teeth, "Protecting a rat. What kind of feline are you old man?" he snarled.
"Better one then you are." Pintel shot back. Even if the air was high with tension so thick you could cut it with a sword and still find it hard to see through it an all out brawl hasn’t started yet. But it’s meaning to, oh yes . . .
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Post by bunnybasil on Aug 22, 2006 8:19:20 GMT -5
His ears lay back and his cotton tail drooped when the HUGE cat walked over. His eyes seemed to narrow, but more of from fear than from anger. Looking even more innocent and fearful is never the best idea for a creature that is a natural prey to another,but let's face it. The lion towered over them all. Upon the comment referring to the cat 'owning' them he turned his nose up as though he were owned by no one. Though he was. Himself. And he was a terrible owner.
Once the lion placed a gnarled claw on Ragetti, Basil looked at the poor bilge rat with both remorse and relief. Remorse for the creature itself,but relief that it wasn't him that was getting dug into.
But within what seemed a mere second, the tom cat had leapt into a tooth and claw brawl with the other feline. And Basil had to admire his gall... or stupidity.... Whichever was more appropriate for attacking something five hundred times your side and was on the verge of mythological creature on its own. Deep green eyes cast over to Ragetti when the two had parted and were glaring at each other. "I do believe this is to get much uglier than it already is love." He looked back and watched. He'd help if need be, but he was a rabbit! they aren't exactly built like savage war machines! Where is a lion tamer when you need one?
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Post by Ragetti on Aug 22, 2006 8:36:07 GMT -5
And then what was going on?
Ragetti felt more then saw the shadow as it landed on their table. Single eye rolled up toward the lion and the rest of the Tom's as they stood bristling behind them. For a moment there was a shiver of fear that ran through the rats spine; it was only natural at so many hyped up predators in one room. He slowly stood out of his chair and his right paw began to drift into his over sized green jacket; while the left grabbed on to Ember's chair and he scooted the femme off to the side a bit.
"Ownin?" Ragetti remarked; and then found a huge claw all but digging into his shoulder. He froze for a moment; tail flickering out and lowered. Shit he hadn't even pulled his -
And then Pintel roared to life and the two felines were hissing and scratching at each other. Rags took that moment to snap at the other two vermin. "Back ye off.. t-this is gonna get messy."
Even tho he was quite scared; Ragetti was STILL a pirate; and he wasn't going to back down from a fight. He lived by Pintel's example; and Pintel was showing strong face! As the fighting broke off and Pintel held his ground; Ragetti leaped over the chair and landed at his side. The rat drew his sharp and slightly rusty dagger and held it out toward the Lion and the puffy felines.
"Watch O'w ye callin' 'n' Old man, ye dullard! Ah cut th'smirk off yer face ye insult Pintel 'gain!"
Oh it was a face off alright.
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Post by Ember Weston on Aug 22, 2006 17:11:06 GMT -5
Ember didn't need much of a warning. As soon as the aging tom had launched himself at the larger beast and Ragetti scooted her out of the cross fire, she was diving under the table for cover. At that level all she could see was from the knee down unless they were further away, but that suited her just fine. Her ears drooped pitifully as she listened to the sounds of fighting and she winced and grimaced along with each growl and hiss.
Huddled down and trembling she tried to imagine what was going on when alarmed squeak erupted from her as something grabbed her tail and began pulling her out backwards. Sqeaking and chittering in alarms she was pulled out and she loooked up to see the squinty-eyed greasy tom that had initiated the fight as he leered down at her with large teeth. A bolt of yellow fear wracked through her and she did what the small chinchilla lass had taught her monthes ago.
She spit in his eyes.
Yowling he dropped her tail and began wiping frantically at his face to clear his vision butshe was already stumbling to her legs and making a run for it. The tabby that had been with her and her fellow rodents was already bleeding and torn and she did the first thing should think of. Pointing in a random direction away from the back door she screamed, "DOG!"
That got everyones attention. Everything stopped long enough for her to make a run for the back but not before gesturing frantically to the three that had not fallen for the trick.
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Post by Pintel on Aug 22, 2006 17:55:46 GMT -5
Oh this was going to be bloody interesting, indeed it was! With Ragetti besides him, Pintel felt about ready to draw out his own cutlass and pistol finally when the shout from the mouse filled he air.
Dog.
DOG?
Whilst the shout had the desired effect on the angry felines present, it also suddenly got Pintel's attention too and he jerked his head around. Blazing yellow eyes glowed as the fur on his tail and legs bristled. Fuckin' canines what the hell do they think they're doing coming into a bloody feline bar? Think they're gonna chase us up a bloody tree well I'll show the-
His thoughts were interrupted when his eyes spotted Ember gesturing them to follow. What? Leave? What kind of reputation would Pintel have if he just left? Not a good one, that's for sure. But either way he grabbed Basil by the arm and hauled him quickly to him and shoved him after Ember. "Run rabbit run." he hissed under his breath and nodded to Ember to take him now.
Pintel honestly knew he could easily scurry after the mouse and rabbit. He was out numbered, his attacker was far younger and larger plus his shoulder was bleeding something awful. But Pintel was a pirate. Chances were never good against you. His paw began going to his pistol when a voice filled the air.
"Ah sah gentlepussies, know wheres I can gets me a good cat skinned hat?"
All attention (and I mean all) whipped around to see a very drunk and very young blue heeler stood at the door. He looked absolutely terrified that he had said these words, and at all the feline (and rodent) eyes suddenly on him. Taka's attention had been ripped away from the old tom and rat pirates at the real dog that had suddenly said the most stupidest thing a dog can say in a bar full of felines.
"...GET HIM!"
The bar emptied pretty damn quick, save for the barmaids and the pirates still here. Pintel blinked a few times, before looking over his shoulder to Ember. "...well. Damn." was his one thing to say about that.
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Post by bunnybasil on Aug 22, 2006 18:50:10 GMT -5
Basil was so ready for a good rumble to. He was going to break a rum bottle and use it as best he could. It was that strong Irish blood. they drink and they fight and then drink to get rid of the pain after fighting. He had run to Raggetti's side before the little mouse squealed out Dog and he to had to see of what she spoke.
To his dismay,however he was caught off balance by Pintel and nearly staggered into Ragetti. He caught himself though, so no dominoes tonight I'm afraid. But through all the ruckus of the cats, he to eyed said pooch and crossed his arms with a raised eyebrow. "Luck of the Irish I tell ya." Sure take the credit Bunny boy. His gaze passed to the little mouse and he smiled softly. "I owe you for that love. I say when next we meet... I shall have one of the finest treasures for you." he winked and turned back to the other two. "So... a round of rum to celebrate?" What a time to think of alcohol. But why not? they were pirates after all!
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Post by Ragetti on Aug 22, 2006 22:06:42 GMT -5
And then it was over like WOAH!
Pity. Ragetti had been really itching to use his dagger it had been awhile. He didn't care for cats. (all save for the one he always hung around.) And he'd been looking forward to maybe skinning one or two of them.
The rodent blinked his good eye as all the felines clamored out; yowling and hissing after the dog (Who could be heard yipping and yelping) for half a mile. Ragetti flickered his tail and then slowly slid his dagger back into his jacket with an iodinated shrug. "Oh well.. so much fer ah good fight.. guess it's fer th'better."
He leaned down toward Pintel wincing at the bleeding shoulder. He wanted to panic over it; but yes Pintel was a pirate; and fawning over him would get his wear cuffed so instead he used one hand to smooth down the still raised fur on the top of his thinning head. "Ta, Pinters.. " was all he said and then hopped back over the chairs and resumed his seat as before; picking up his grog in one paw. He sipped and then wiped his wet maw heavily on the back of his sleeve.
"O'w long ye fink we 'ave till 'ey come back?"
[*Edit. Added Ragetti concern because I total missed Pintel bleeding and he wouldn't completely ignore that.]
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Post by Ember Weston on Aug 22, 2006 23:28:43 GMT -5
As the dog appeared and the mob drained out after him Ember blinked and lifted up the finger she had pointed and stared at it in awe. "I will use these powers for good!" was along the lines of what she was thinking and probably if the trick would work with making cheesecake appear as well. Be it Luck of the Irish or plain dumb luck, it was lucky all the same. Worked out quite nicely as well.
She flushed under the rabbit's praise though she wasn't quite sure what she had done. She had for the most part pretended that there was a dog, and then suddenly there was a dog. Quite strange really. But if it was any kind of magic she didn't want to scare it off.
She turned to Ragetti as he spoke and became the meek little mousette all over again. The other barmaids were looking around confused and she saw Marissa shrug and start drinking some rum that had been left behind by an angry patron.
"I dun know 'ow long, but I ain't staying down 'ere to find out." She looked over to the one remaining cat and gasped before scurrying over to him. "Yer shoulder! Oh Lord, 'e tore ye right up. Come upstairs luv, I gots some stuff fer 'ealing up there."
What a strange sight this must be. A mouse trying a lead a tomcat up to her rooms so she could perform first aid. Glancing over at the two male rodents her whiskers twitched and he tail swished one long arc before settling down.
"Dun ye lot, just stand 'ere. Come upstairs if ye like, I wannna patch 'im up before 'e gets an infection or bleeds ta death."
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Post by Pintel on Aug 23, 2006 1:13:16 GMT -5
He had just grunted to Ragetti's thanks. It was instinct for the old cat by now. Someone with intent to hurt him or Ragetti he'd blindly leap into action, as evident since he'd just taken on a lion of all animals.
Pintel hadn't even realised he was bleeding until he heard the mouse exclaim it. Blinking he turned his head and stared at his right shoulder. Indeed, Taka's claws had ripped through his old jacket and his blood and fur were a right mess. How could he not feel that? Caught up in said thrill of the moment I suppose.
He still hadn't said anything as he felt Ember take his paw into her small ones and try to lead him out. Pintel glanced around, thinking over this. Taka was bound to come back at some point, and he for one wasn't sure if the pub could survive a fight like that. Plus, his shoulder was added to the equation. Pintel was happy to right - but only if he was fit to.
"Ah don't mother me," Pintel said, tugging his paw free. "I've 'ad much worse then this." he put his free paw and covered his shoulder, wincing slightly. "Figger I need it stitched 'n I doubts you got that in yer room." he muttered.
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Post by bunnybasil on Aug 23, 2006 8:34:40 GMT -5
Just as he reached for a lone drink of rum on another table, he was beckoned. He had a feeling he was going to spend this trip sober and that bugged him. Arms crossed over his chest with a deep sigh as he walked up behind the mouse and cat tilting his head for the rat to follow.
"Pintel... being mothered every once and a while isn't a bad thing mate."
he smiled softly and one ear started to slightly droop and he tossed his head back to make it stand up once again. What he wouldn't give for a little mothering every so often. But that was the life of a pirate right? Take what you can get right? Right. It was kind of cute to see her all trying to fix him up.
But then... A smirk rose on the bunny's face and he tilted his head devilishly.
"Perhaps Pussy cat is not looking forward to the ointment? Perhaps the sting makes his fur stand on end?"
He snickered and wasn't really trying to cause problems. he was just having a little fun to perhaps lighten the all around sour mood.
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