Acension Revival

[Rayleonarde]

((Sorry! Work and sleep, y'know.))
Ronnie nodded. "Indeed. I've been in the modelling business for quite a while."

[Cifero Windtail]

Zanthe nodded. "I see... You've definitely got a nice face," she said. "So... we've got to find Devin, then grab some fur dye."

[Farewell]

After a rat named Eric showed red around the building he took him back to Boss, the bear who just came back. "Now depending on the occasion you'll wear a suit, tux, or simple jeans and a tank top. With a bullet proof vest." He said as a ferret scattered off and got red a suit and bullet proof vest "Devin you can go. I appreciate your help with the last meeting" he smiled as the Sabard walked off. "However your going with me red, some new guys and I have chat with them... Thought I was stupid... You believe that?" He chuckled. "Now hurry up and get dressed dragon we have some work, after we may stop at the club, so I can hang with some of my pals."
Devin walked out as he had a tissue wiping the small drop of blood from his nose. He checked his suit, luckily clean. Walking out he wanted to introduce himself to the dragon as they did run into eachother before, but boss wanted to see what he was 'capable of' which meant how well he can beat the hell out of those who didn't compromise, sometimes just to look intimidating, and obviously the main thing was to protect Boss however it was rare to get someone that was stupid enough to threaten or attack him. The Sabard started down the street towards the house, no one knew were he lived. He kept it a secret, didn't want any trouble.
Zaida stayed at the king of clubs, it wasn't very busy usually at night around eight to twelve. A bit dehydrated she continued to drink her water. The Vexū watched the T.v as fights were on her head rested on the bar as she gave a light sigh hearing others walk into the club.

[Cifero Windtail]

Zanthe glanced out the window, searching for Devin.




Cassy kept practicing the shield technique with Vlad.

[Crest Is Dead ((For Now))]

((Is this still open for applications or is it closed?))

[Farewell]

(It's always open, it's a free roam city RP feel free to put in a sheet crest.)
Devin stopped at a bench, sitting down. He pulled out his phone thinking if he should take a taxi. His ears flicked  from the anthros walking about, most avoiding the intimidating hybrid.

[Crest Is Dead ((For Now))]

((Awesome!))
Name: Crest


Age: 21


Height: 6ft


Weight: 189 pounds


Species: Dire Wolf


Clothing: Black vest and trousers. Wears a tan waistcoat


Personality: Sarcastic and carefree


Other(put stuff that can enhance the character or stuff): Nothing really. Except his guns in the signature

[Cifero Windtail]

Zanthe, spying Devin, glanced over at Ronnie. "Pull up over there," she said, motioning to a place near the bench.

[Crest Is Dead ((For Now))]

((I assume I can just walk in))
*Crest walks into the town with a bag on his back and whistling a small tune.*

[SadDubwool]

*Red was in the bathroom, looking at the silky black pinstripe suit with leek black suit pants and a black tie, he felt a thumb over the silver buttons, he started taking off his current clothes before donning the white undershirt and pants, he then continues to put other clothes on before putting his fedora on... he looked in the mirror, feeling his jaw line and horns before walking out the bathroom*

[Folic Acid]

(I'm where Zaida and you were Red just to make it clear I just saw y'all say you were near a bar and I didn't know what it was called)

[Farewell]

(King of clubs, and red left with Boss I'm only there of course with Npc there was well.)
Boss looked at red, head to toe. "Good, your looking nice... We might give you a scale polish and sharpen your horns" he huffed. "Anyways let's go, my men found the little rascals trying to run away" the bear laughed before it faded and he held a pissed off snarl, starting out the building into the black Rolls Royce, sitting in the passenger side.
Devin looked up, still in his suit, wearing his diamond earings, his hair slicked back a silver streak on the left of his hair. He patted the small blood spots around his snout, however having no cuts it wasn't his.

[Folic Acid]

(well now I'm there)

[SadDubwool]

*He nods*"Sounds good"*his eyes shaded over as he finished the sentence giving a intimidating vibe*

[Rayleonarde]

Ronnie pulled up to where Zanthe motioned, and sighed. "You're not gonna kill him, are you?"