Part two (from MoonBurnt)

Originally posted at MoonBurnt while Pro's hosting hit some rapids.

Baskerville
Posted: 4 May 2005 11:07:55

(Might as well...?)

"Well, I don't hate the decor," sniffed Weft, glaring around the place as though daring it to attack him or call him a kitty.

Bright purple dragons... oh yes, it really was much more tasteful than that garish muted green and brown of his accustomed haunt. He hoped he could stay. Maybe someone here wanted a slightly used murderer-monk? He was even housebroken.


Ree
Posted: 4 May 2005 14:29:30

Mai landed with a fierce yelp. The punchbowl quickly landed atop her, muffling the shrieking kitten and penning her in.

Pasht sailed in evenly on her umbrella. She landed on both sexy boots at the same millisecond and noticed Weft. "I do not know how we came to be here, querido, but I have decided that I am not appalled." Weft probably felt differently than the vampiress, who was closing in on him like a feral cat cornering a rodent.


Baskerville
Posted: 4 May 2005 14:53:49

"I have no idea," Weft said truthfully. He found he had little memory of recent events. As soon as he noticed as much, he forgot that too.

"Who were you again?" he said. Grace, he felt a little punch-drunk, and he knew for a fact he hadn't imbibed alcohol.


Ree
Posted: 5 May 2005 11:22:46

"I am Pasht, but you may call me 'oh God yes, yes!' Now tell me, what do you use on your hair?" she asked as she ran her manicured hands through his striking locks. "Please do not make me beg," she added with mock-innocence.

Hirax stumbled into view. "What in Terra Pax just happened?" He wasn't sure what that meant exactly, but it sounded good to him. Sorta. His cap had fallen off, leaving his long green hair swinging with his movements.

Pasht grinned, showing sharp little teeth at the cornerd of her made-up lips. "Welcome! Come closer, sweetness," she said with a not-so-subtle swing of her hips.

The kitten miaoed pitifully from underneath the transparent dome. Pasht ignored her. Hirax had his mind on... other things.


Baskerville
Posted: 5 May 2005 14:45:19

"A comb. Sometimes a beret..." Weft said confusedly, not at all sure about this being stroked business.

Oh good, an interruption. He leaned to one side to get a view of the other -- oh, another weirdo. "Hello," he said.

Now Weft was wondering what the other guy used on his hair. Vegetable dye by the looks of it.


Ree
Posted: 5 May 2005 18:27:13

"Lovely tresses all around, and mine this subtle dark brown," Pasht pretended to pout.

Hirax lifted one hand to his head, didn't feel his cap, and freaked out. "Oh... uh... hi," he squeaked. He eyed Weft, then Pasht, and wisely kept his distance.

"I do not mind green, pet, no more than I mind grey. Come closer and I shall show you how little I discriminate against lithe young things such as yourself," Pasht said wickedly. Her left hand worked industriously to sneak her skirt up her thigh, inch by inch, and make it look unpractised.

A purple dragon swooped out of nowhere and landed on the upturned punch bowl. Its forked tongue slipped out to lap up what little punch remained around the bowl.

Mai gave up calling for attention that didn't come. The dragon's tail swooshed fascinatingly so she began trying to catch it, despite the barrier between her and it.


Baskerville
Posted: 6 May 2005 02:05:58

Cheap silk was all Weft thought. At least the odd woman seemed to have transferred her attentions to a younger model (Weft was lithe, but by no means youthful). He retreated a few steps, evaluated the liquid underfoot and the animals simultaneously.

"Huh." Weft didn't like animals much. Insects were interesting up to a point, and inasmuch as they made silks. He wormed his way further towards the perimeter and relative safety from stroking.


Ree
Posted: 6 May 2005 20:20:31

Mr. Green Hair squeaked again and sidestepped in Weft's general direction. "Uh... I didn't mean to interupt you! Yes! Clearly I broke up your conversation. Forgive me, milady, milord; I shall, er, free this kitten! Yes," he decided, "while you converse, I shall rescue this poor, defenseless-- yowch!"

Hirax had lifted the punchbowl and, in the process, disloged the dragon Sunev. Mai was not happy with the loss of her scaled toy. She scratched the elf.

Pasht stared. "Why are the cute ones so impossibly stupid?" she asked no-one.


Baskerville
Posted: 8 May 2005 00:00:13

"Because they can get away with it?" suggested an unmistakable voice.

"Oh no, not {you}," groused Weft. He had yet to realise Suitov's potential value as a Pasht-diversion. He just hated the man. Stupid mages with their annoying look-at-me-I'm-so-gorgeous attitudes and their stupid... hair! Evil.

"Can it, Weft," the evil one told him with a raised eyebrow. "Pashtie! I trust you're well."

Thus dismissed, Weft stood and glared at the dragon, Hirax, the cat and nothing in particular.


Sarina
Posted: 8 May 2005 21:42:19

Sarina made a less than gracefull entrance. Her skirts billowed up and over every which way and she fell way too fast, the lacy parasol doing absolutely nothing to slow her descent. She landed with a thump. The parasol banged against her head. "ow"

She hoped no one saw that spectacle.


Baskerville
Posted: 10 May 2005 04:55:25

"Waagh!" said Weft, shocked out of his sulk as Sarina almost squished him.

What was it with redheads? he thought. They were all maniacs!


Ree
Posted: 11 May 2005 04:39:26

"It's you," Pasht cooed appreciately at Suitov. "I am well indeed, my sweet, and all the better still for your esteemed presence. My, you do cut a fine figure."

Thus freed of the lust-bunny, Hirax nursed his cut hand and backed slowly away from a hissing, spitting ball of Hell's own fury. Mai was having a touch too much fun cowing the elf.

Sunev took to the air after being pushed aside. He swooped down and circled Sarina, forked tongue delicately tasting the air. He thought he caught a faint whiff of cabbage-scent.


Baskerville
Posted: 11 May 2005 06:14:28

"Likewise, I'm sure," the fine figure observed. And made a show of observing, to boot. "So what, other than some less-than-inspiring food options, brings you to a joint like this?"

Weft and Hirax both appeared to miss the smirking glance that was cast at them on the words less-than-inspiring food.


Slen
Posted: 11 May 2005 14:28:57

Nergye is a big bad pusscat, for he did go and lie behind Hirax's legs.

Having attained an optimum position such that the elf was sure to stumble over him in a few backward steps' time, the large tiger promptly reposed his head upon his paws and zonked.


Sarina
Posted: 11 May 2005 20:17:55

Sarina shrieked as the creature circled her. She snapped the parasol protectively in place, a somewhat futile effort since it was all lace and no substance. She edged towards Weft. Maybe the thing in the air wouldn't attack her if she hid behind someone?

Sunev's tongue flicked back and forth. Sarina all but dove towards Weft, the tip of her parasol coming dangerously close to his eyes. She closed her eyes and raised her hand in classic spell-casting pose, but then she remembered the back-fired spell that had gotten her into this mess in the first place. She quickly lowered both her hand and her eyes and prayed once again for the ground to open up and swallow her.


Baskerville
Posted: 14 May 2005 12:46:51

Weft drew his sword. He wasn't sure whom he was planning to use it on, but he felt better.