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Here's an RP idea, I got it when talking to a friend on MSN.
The clock ticking on the wall was white noise to Myra as she sat in the ugly plastic chairs in her masters' suite. The man had no limits on his greed. It suited her just fine, she took what she wanted and left him to bug over where it went. The feeling of the cool wind left her skin longing for more. The old pig would never die. It's all your fault your parents are dead, Myra Banks. You couldn't save them and now you refuse to talk to anyone. A dark voice taunted, laughing.
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An average looking man dressed in red garments was standing at the bar of an Inn, a few buildings down from the mansion that Myra lived inside. He ordered a drink from the bar, and payed the bartender for the drink then walked over to a seat in the corner of the room. When the bartender set his drink on the counter, he was surprised to see the glass slowly rise into the air, and gently float across the room. The people watched as the glass hovered over their heads, and then set itself on the table Virgil was sitting at.
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uschi walked through the town, on an arrend for herself to get some food. she steped through the town, her claws clicking on the hard ground. she was just ambiling allong when she walked into the bar to see a glass levitate across the room, she shook her head and walked to the bar she payed for a drink and waited at the counter for it to be ready.
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A servant girl ventured up the two flights of stairs to Myra's room. "Ms. Banks, there is a package for you at the door, would you like me to bring it up?" The girl was barely ten, but then again, Grapper-Greed took them early.
Shaking her head to clear the voice away, she glanced at the child. "What?... Oh, yes. Please. Thank you, Mia."
(Back story found here (http://www.thefurryforum.com/forums/index.php?topic=6205.0))
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A lone figure stands tall within the crowd, as bold and vibrant as the midday Sun. He strides onwards, not with haste or impatience, but with the air of one on a purpose. Fiery fur dancing before the eyes of onlookers, haunting crimson eyes with focus as intense as an erupting volcano...
For a child of but 15 years of age, he made his presence and,, aye, his lack of normality, known. Nobody said anything, as only a few in the crowd were paying enough attention the dismal greyness of everyday life to have noticed him. He both stood out and blended in with the crowd, bold in his movements, yet somewhat restrained and graceful. Unusual in so many ways, yet his general appearance was very common. At one look he was a shadow identical to everyone else, at the second look he was a unique light shining out to the world.
Finally coming to a halt, this ominous figure who contained so many contrasts; so dull and yet so different, so insignificant but so noticable, glanced at the bar before him and glanced again at the mansion down the road. Making his choice, the figure entered the bar, his first step on the path to completing his mission in life, his reason for existing in this world...
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The open window sent a cold breeze dancing along her skin. Her tunic rustled and Myra growled softly. Her fingers formed a fist and she slammed it into the wall, angry for no reason. Standing, the chair hitting the floor with a crash, she turned to the door as the knob turned. When it opened, she threw her dagger, hitting the wall behind her master and embedding it deep within. She muttered a foul word and bent, turning around to fix the chair.
"My apologies, Master. I didn't mean any harm to you." She said silkily, bowing after she'd righted the chair.
"Get dressed. We have someplace to be."
"Yes master."
With that, he turned and left, the door remaining open. His cloak made a swish of cloth and disappeared around the corner hidden by the open door. He was a strange man, full of secrets not even Myra knew.
She shuddered at his vacant expression, walking over to the door. Closing it softly, she bustled about her room, getting dressed. When she finished, she smiled at her reflection in her Master's mirror.
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Meanwhile, one of the villagers scowled at Virgil. "WE don't take your kind here. Leave."
The bartender cleaned a glass absently, praying silently that no fights started. His wife, Sary, was in the back room, setting up a room for a couple just arriving. A shrill yowl made her turn towards the door where a feline-person walked in.
The feline smiled at one of the girls at the bar and sat a few feet from Virgil. "A drink, if you please."
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Virgil raised an eyebrow, "And if I say no?" hirgil said, just finishing his drink, and setting it down on the table.
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"THen we'll have to force you out." He replied with a glint of a dagger at his side.
Watching them with interest, the feline flicked her tail. "Gentlemen, could you please hold it down? My ears aren't as kind to me anymore. Thank you.." She then let her hood fall so that her golden eyes could be seen on a lion's face. Her teeth glinted proudly in the dirty tavern.
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A knock on her door signaled the dagger'd been retreived and Myra nodded her head once to the reflection once and trotted over to the door, opening it with a smile. The sour, scarred horse trainer, Harlan stood outside her door, holding the dagger by the blade. His scowl softened as he looked her over. She was the closest thing he had to a doughter and the fact that she'd grown up so fast made him long to keep her forever. Knowing it was impossible, he offered her the weapon, smiling.
"Thank you, sir." She replied softly to his raised eyebrow. Her blonde hair was pulled back in cute pig-tails, much like his wife when they were younger.
"Myra, don't keep him waiting. Your roan is ready for riding." The man's gruff voice was less harsh around her than the stable boys or the girls.
"Yes, sir."
She moved around him to get out, looking back at him to smile sweetly. The smile was wistful.
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apollo looked over at the human and the bartender, with the lion there also, and shrunk deeper into he hood, hoping no on saw her odd green palor
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Flames sensed a disturbance and strode in swiftly and silently, his sharp eyes instantly recording anybody unusual and points of interest, like one customer who seemed to be hiding.
Within seconds he had reached the bar with not a single utterance from the villagers...yet. Noticing the tense, almost pre-fight atmosphere he mentally sighed. If he were to fight the chances of his other side coming out were a lot higher...
With no change in his expression or body language, his eyes met the bartender's, silently asking the man to serve him.
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The bartender served him a glass of the house ale and watched as his wife came out and stared at the newcomers. Sighing softly, he waited for someone to start a fight.
The lioness looked at the new man and smiled, flashing white teeth. Her golden eyes offset her white fur. Candy cane sriped pads on her paws stood out further in the pale and suntanned crowd of humans. Catching his wife looking at her, she turned to her, a sweet sparkle in her eyes. "Ma'am, I'm looking for Myra. My name is Naal."
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apollo stood and kpt her had hidden in her hood, se left her money on her end of the counter and made for the door keeping her eyes down
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Swiftly, she moved in front of the door and looked closely at the hooded woman trying to get out. "Excuse me, but would you happen to know where the child would be?" She asked politely.
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Virgil chuckled at the man and his dagger, "And what do you have against a man like me? I payed for my drink, I have the right to sit here." he crossed his arms, and set his legs up onto the table.
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Flames made no movement to either side of the room, instead he took a sip of his drink and placed it down, eyes and ears focused intently. Nobody would ever notice as the effect was so small and completely invisible, but an odd cycle of wind was forming near his hand; a sign of preparition, of tension.
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apollo kept her eyes down but her hands were clenched in anger, she shouldered past the lion "no" she said laconicaly
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Shrugging, she moved aside and glanced at the two men getting ready to fight. "Gentlemen. If you would--" She started.
The patron whirled around and threw it at her, missing her eye by a hair. The dagger embedded in her skull, a sickly pop signaled it sticking. As he growled and turned back, the bartender watched her twitch then ducked under the bar.
Her tail swished and suddenly she wasn't there anymore. A horrible screech came from behind him as she clawed his face, ripping the dagger out with a sickening squelch. The sound made several of the other assorted men and women cringe. Naal snarled as blooded poured down her face, staining her fur a sick crimson. "You attack me when I do nothing wrong to thee?" She demanded, lips pulled back in a silent snarl as her eyes narrowed impossibly thin and the gold retreated, replaced by a cold steel.
He cried out as she slashed and fell on top of the table, howling in pain. The girl he was sitting with screamed and cowered in her chair.
Huffing, she sat on the nearest stool, covering her eye with her paw. A savage roar erupted from her maw. "&^%$ING HUMANS!" She roared, slashing at a table.
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apollo turned her head to watch the events. in the bar. she supn around and crouched down ready to fight
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Flames barely flinched at this and with a slight, unseen twitch of his and a step foward, a great wind blew the lioness and the man further away. Calmly placing one hand out to stop her from being knocked too far back he caught and addressed her. "Your wound will worsen if we stay. Please come with me..."
At the same moment a shadow within his soul awakened and demanded to be freed from its prison. Flames hoped he could hold off his dark nature long enough...
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apollo growled and walked to the door again. jeese a girl can't even get a drink any more without something crazy happening
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As he touched her, Naal growled and struck out bilindly, unable to see from her fit of rage still boiling in her blood. "Where would I be going?" She demanded softly, a snarl of distrust in her tone.
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Myra could hear her master pacing in the other room as she made her way down the corridor.
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Flames replied in a calm voice that had an honest ring to it: "Somewhere where you can be healed and not have to take this treatment from humans." Noticing the others in the bar itching to try and get involved, he added a pleading urgency to his tone, making sure he didn't touch her unless she agreed as he spoke: "Simply put, you can stay and deal with all this, or you can leave and get sorted out. It's your choice, but I'd rather not have to stay and fight."
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Virgil drew his sword with his levitating powers, and made the blade cross in front of him, ready to deflect any attacks. "I did not mean for anyone here to get hurt," he said as he backed away from where he was sitting, and his sword orbited around him, rotating to avoid hitting anything "but your anti-Human bigotry will be your undoing."
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Knocking on the door, Myra slipped into Grapper-Greed's room and convinced him to take her outside. The screams from the bar down the street drew their attention and made the horses freak out. As they reared, Myra was thrown off into the window of the tavern. She lay, breathless, in a heap on the floor.
Grapper leaped off his horse and trew the door open, a savage growl ripping through his lips. He was a beast of a man, muscular barrel chest heaving, wild green eyes searching for his child.
Myra couldn't move. All she could do was moan weakly.
Naal rolled her eyes over to focus on the body coming through the window with a crash. She tried to walk over, thought better of it, and looked at Flames. "I think I will."
"Myra? MYRA!!" Grapper-Greed roared, pushing several people out of the way.
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apollo was roughtly puched out of the way, he knocked down her hood, her green hair tumbled away from her head to rest on her back, her green skin was almost shining in the light, her green and purple eyes flashing with anger. she started forward to beat the living **** out of that guy. her knuckles cracked
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Flames' eyes drifted towards the one who had entered through the window, a glint of what may have been recognition and regret in his eyes for a split-second, before he motioned to the Lioness to swiftly follow him out of the bar.
"I have a friend in town nearby who can aid you. Between us we should be able to heal your wounds and soothe you..." He stated as they left the bar.
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Naal smiled, eye returning to their burnt amber. Following him silently, she barely touched the child on her way out, laving a candy-cane tattoo on her leg, beneath the hem of her black skirt.
As he picked her up, Myra opened her eyes and snuggled closer, whimpering. Her orange-blonde hair was a mess of curls and fly-aways. The candy-cane tattoo caught a couple people's eye but they let it go.
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Flames led Naal towards a small, somewhat ramshackle building, the place emitting an oddly inviting aura. Flames' eyes glazed over briefly, but he snapped out of it, knocking lightly on the door in a very specific rythm. A brief pause and then the door creaked open to welcome them in...
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Still distrusting, she sniffed the air and passed through only because she had nowhere else to go. Annoyed with herself, she leaned against the frame of the door, inhaling the scents and sights of the house. This better not be a trap or I've been poor to see it.... She growled in her head, a little groggy.
The pig of a man was too caught up in making sure his charge was okay than caring about the bartender or anyone else. His eyes narrowed at the mark on her leg but he let it go for the moment, too annoyed to deal with it. Whistling, he walked outside and laid Myra on the back of her horse, taking hers and his reins. Leading them home, he sighed inwardly.
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uschi dropped her hand and sat at the bar and left her hood down, glaring at the bartender she took a pint ad drank it down. her furry head towering a foot over the human bar tender
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The bartender looked at Uschi and sighed, the more different his patrons were, the harder it was to get peace. "Milo, I'd appreciate it if you'd leave. You're full of ale and worthless. Sleep it off and see me in the morn about work." He nodded to one of the younger men and smiled sadly as the troublemaker was helped outside.