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Post by Classy Womanizer on Jun 1, 2012 15:12:37 GMT -5
Purple Daddy sat with his back to the wall, two city guards were standing in front of him, swords drawn and large smirks on their face.
"Oh, well, Purple Daddy, you know whats gonna happen this time we take you in right?" they asked as they slowly walked towards him.
"Yeah, i'll fuck your dad in the baths and have a snack, you gonna arrest me or talk shit?" he asked, earning a red face and a lunge from the talking guard But Purple daddy had expected it, dodging under it and slapping his cane into his stomach, while bolting past the other.
As he turned he made another copy of himself and sent it in a defrent direction. He then bolted into a small bar where he made another copy that kept running down the street, taking the guards with it.
Sitting heavily at the seat he pulled up his sleeve and pressed a tattoo, with a poof a assortment of women apeared around him, all dressed with skimpily. The spread out around the bar, some hanging off of Purple Daddy.
He smirked and called to the barkeep.
"Ay man, get me some wine up in here." he then leaned back in his seat, surveying the crowd of the small tavern.
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Post by Ryan Elliott on Jun 4, 2012 18:59:00 GMT -5
The tavern was normaly fairly quiet, and mudane, save for the brawls that broke out now and again. It smelled of smoke and gin, and the burly men and skinny whores that normally loitered around the bar seemed more spaced out, and the inside of the bar seemed to be bussleing with more women then it ever had.
Serif La' Muse, of the Aerial Host found herself himself here. Eyebrow raising as he entered, and anybody that lived around here instantly hushed and casted there glances elsewhere. Some hushed whispers escaping "Oh it's Serif, don't look at him, I've heard he's killed men for less."
However most of the new faces and the skimpily clad women continued what they were doing.
Serif felt sick, this place was a zoo, and once green eyes hit his target he closed it. "You know those guards are a lot more easily fooled than I."She, He scoffed wings shifting behind his lithe pale frame, and tail swishing on the ground. Something about him felt uneasy, and Serif was on his toes. As she he adjusted his hood, slit eyes narrowed and he grew closer.
"Go ahead and give him that wine barkeep, I'll let him have it, then it's gonna be his last." Serif wasn't an ass, he was serious, but he wasn't like the hushed tones in the bar talked of him, and he was kind enough to let the man have his drink, but that didn't mean he wasn't not going to take him in after.
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Post by Classy Womanizer on Jun 4, 2012 19:07:06 GMT -5
Purple daddy stopped dead mid sip, this wizzad did not just say that. He stood and spun to face the man-dragon-woman-thing, chest barred and a angry look in his eyes.
"Aw hell naw wizzad, you ain't actin like this all up in my hood, wizzad." He brought his can down, it tapping into the crowd as his hoes stopped their work to look at him.
"Stepp off, wizzad, 'for i blasta spell in you scally bitch ass."
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Post by Ryan Elliott on Jun 4, 2012 19:48:24 GMT -5
"Your hood?" He scoffed, sneering almost just as quick as the sound came out. "Excuse you but unless your above the law this isn't your 'hood'." Ha paused, wing span starting to fold outwards, and people in the bar went to quickly scatter outside. They knew not to stay anywhere near him when he was being tested like this.
"Now I'm being nice, have your wine, and lets go." He gave a wave of one hand, the other placed on his sword, as if warning the other. "It's best if you just listen to me." His voice cooed, and it almost sounded to elegant and lovely to be a man's. Or maybe he was just that sultry.
"I'm not like the rest, I'm one of the highest in the host...don't test me."
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