Tyr Hotel(#242RA)
The service in this fancy downtown hotel is topnotch, which is why it's so
pricey. Room service, indoor pool, cable television, roof lounging..aaah, to
live here would be the life. Bare in mind, however, that all this doesn't come
cheap. To actually -live- here would quickly drain the average citizen of
their life's savings..that's why this is only for travellers in for a short
stay, and who don't want to stay in some flimzy motel.. (And who can afford the
accomidations). The clerk at the front desk looks at you impatiently, as
though this place is busy.
[Exits : Room (100)[Locked], and (O)ut ]
[Players : Callan(Pup), and Tasuki ]
[Sleepers: Cait_Sith, Hanpen(Pup), Van_Burace, Rydia, Pippi, Rudy, Shinobu, and
Aya ]
[Things : Sign: Temporary Housing ]
>Don't blame Callan. Nobody ever told -her- she's supposed to knock. With a
squealed, "Mom!" she springs to the couch, nearly tripping over her long coat
in the process.
>l call
Callan
This girl, perhaps fifteen year of age, seems made entirely of straggly
brown hair, large violet eyes, and a variety of threadbare, baggy pants
and blouses. A plaid vest with a hole to one side hangs from her thin
frame, and an oversized, travelworn trenchcoat drags behind her as she
walks. Her feet are bare, although this doesn't seem to pose any
difficult to the girl. She makes a distinct *jingle* as she walks,
light and sound sparkling from the assortment of glass and plastic
beads that encircle her neck, wrists, and ankles.
Carrying:
>Katt erks as Callan bounds in. "...?"
>Callan n.n "Hi!"
>Katt blinks. Wait, now she remembers her. Hoo-boy. "Oh... um... hello again."
'^^';
>Callan tells Katt cheerfully, "The stars are really dark tonight. Not dark like
the sky, but on the *inside*. Their brother died yesterday."
>Katt blinks, not getting a word of that. "...?"
>Callan blinks back. o.o -.- o.o
>Katt sweatdrops. "Can I do anything for you?"
>Callan asks hopefully, "Got milk?"
>Katt points at the room-service phone. "Try the tea-leaf one." 'o.o';
>Callan glances at the phone, then back at Katt, and smiles. "Thanks!" She
clambers to her feet and makes her way to the phone, which she picks up
and...begins chewing on.
>Katt sweatdrops. "H... hey! That's not for eating! You talk into it!" . o O (
I thought this door had a lock? )
>Funny... the door didn't open. Weeeeird.
>Callan looks distinctly hurt.
>Katt sweatdrops . o O ( Now what do I do with her? 'O.o' )
>Callan drops the phone, and crosses her arms. "*I'm* gonna go somewhere *else*
and eat the milk *there*, then." She gives Katt a cross, petulant scowl.
>Katt says, rather bluntly, "You drink milk."
>Callan's eyes widen. Revelation. "Ooooh." She retrieves the phone, and tries
slurping it.
>Katt sweatdrops again.
>Callan is, to her great chagrin, disappointed by the phone's lack of proper
drinkable response. With a sigh, she hangs it up, leaving a bit of a dent in
one corner of the receiver, and shrugs at Katt. "It didn't work."
>Katt rubs the bridge of her nose. "That's because it isn't milk. It's a
tea-leaf one."
>Callan nods, violet eyes wide. "Oooh. Thanks. Uhm. I'd better go."
>Katt nods, and won't do anything to stop you '^^';
>Callan promptly melts through the floor. Don't mind her.
>Callan has left.
>Katt . o O ( THAT was unusual 'o.o'; )
>o
Tyr Road [100]
While still home to hotels and apartment buildings like its cousin to the north
of the city square, the 100 block is less developed, allowing for a few more
structures of commercial nature to have been installed. Among them are the
inevitable fast food chains you would find near the off-ramp during any of your
highway travels. Speaking of which..to your south..the road divides and loops
about through the gap in the mountains to the highway below..the stepped
cut-through here is quite a marvel of human feat and engineering.
[Exits : (T)yr Hotel, (A)lley, and (N)orth ]
[Players : Sypha, and Callan(Pup) ]
[Things : None ]
>Katt walks out of the hotel, yawing. She spots Callan again, and scurries to
the side to avoid getting spotted by the weird kid.
Sypha
The figure before you seems to be a young woman, perhaps in her early twenties.
She stands a bit short, and has a rather slim and frail body build. The white
robes that flow about her body are almost a perfect match to the pale
complexion of her face; the pink lips and bright blue eyes there a startling
contrast. Her long blonde hair falls in gentle waves to rest just under her
shoulder blades, along with the currently thrown back hood. A leather belt
encircles her slim waist, holding a few small pouches, as well as a larger one
that seems meant for a book of some sort. Her face should have been pretty, but
the combination of thepale white skin and cold expression mar any beauty that
might have been. A silver pendant hangs from a chain about her cold neck, and a
similar ring can be seen glinting from the hand that extends from a long sleeve
to grasp a wooden staff firmly. A chill aura of power can be felt radiating
from this woman, perhaps explaining her withdrawn demeanor....
Carrying:
Wooden Staff
>Callan is talking, quite earnestly, to Sypha. She's currently pointing
vehemently to the pavement at her feet.
>Sypha nods again, that same out of place smile on her face. "Yes, that's
right.... you seem to be a rather bright one. What of it?"
>Katt will listen. For just a moment. Really.
>Callan explains impatiently, "*Earth*. It grows darjeeling. And some other
things. Like fish. And lawyers."
>Sypha smirks at that last comment, and asks, "What is darjeeling, young one?
Can you show me?".
>Katt . o O ( Wow. I don't want to know 'O.o'; )
>n
You walk north.
City Square
Welcome to the middle of the sleepy (yeah, right), humble mountain city of
Midgaard. The peaks that surround the somewhat smallish sprawl of
constructions about you appear a vibrant, cool purple at this distance..capped
with off-white snow at the tops. Although the town itself recieves little
precipitation from being sheltered by this atol of sheer rock, a cold wind does
comb and filter its way through..providing a brisk, though arid, atmosphere.
On the southwestern pointing end of town, a small, manmade pass in the
mountain valley allows for easy access from the bustling world outside. To
your north and west are the commercial districts..manufacturing, shipping, and
selling various consumable goods. In the east, to the 'horizon', appear to be
homes of various architectural influences..the more wealthy of said houses
bordering a small alpine lake and park. To the south, the middle-class homes
continue, thinning out just before the open gap to the highway beyond.
As for where you stand..it is the Midgaard City Square..Several government
offices and the larger buildings can be found on the sides of the slightly
misnomered elliptical, cobblestoned intersection. No actual automobile traffic
passes here, being routed through the side streets..this is a strictly
pedestrian and bicycle zone. A large, granite fountain with a statue of Odin
atop it towers nearly two stories prominantly in the center. There are also
benches about for taking a quiet repose from the hustle of daily life.
[Exits : (C)ity Hospital, City (H)all, (T)ransit Station, (S)outh, (N)orth,
(W)est, (E)ast, and (F)ountain ]
[Players : Pagan, and Jean ]
[Things : Poster Advertisement, and Ye Olde Message Boarde [IC!] ]
>Katt zips in from the south, perhaps evading someone? Anyway, she's here, now.
>Jean sits on the fountain square, painting a picture with watercolors. Deeply
immersed in his work, Jean ignores everything else, singing (ribbiting) a tune
while he plays.
>Katt spots Jean, and jogs over to the obese, but friendly, fellow. "Hey! Jean!
What are you working on now?"
>Jean, singing Katt out of hearing, continues working on his picture. Croaking
happily, Jean dips his paintbrush in the water, sticks in in red paint, and
continues doodling. o~/ Hey dum fiddly dum paint paint hey fiddly paint paint
hey do, fiddly do, paint paint paint... /~o
>Katt tries to sneak a peek at the picture then, at least.
>Jean's starting to add paint to that wedding picture he sketched last night...
it's suprisingly life-like, except instead of the usual crew, Tasuki and Arin
are added at the sidelines, also throwing rice.
>Katt sweatdrops, blushing again. She resists the urge to batter Jean; it IS a
nice painting, after all.
>Pagan mmphs.. waking up; next to Jean where he passed out last. He lifts his
hands up and rubs the sleep from them, "Mmmm... jeez Jean... you gave me weird
dreams with that singing of yours..." -.-;;
>Jean finally notices Katt, after painting on Tasuki's eyebrows. The froggie
finally looks up from his art and grins cordially at her. "Ah! Bonjour, Miss
Pussycat! I had much fun today! I even saw Bow in the Cafe!"
>Katt blinks. "Bow? Here too?"
>Jean, noticing Pagan now, smiles at him. "It is good singing, no?" Jean turns
back to Katt now, dipping his brush in the orange paint now to paint Katt's
fur. "Yes! It was much fun to meet Monsieur Bow again!" (OOC: I need to make a
zombie until some other BofII fan shows up.)
>l jean
Jean
Who's that fat bloated dude over yonder? Why, it's only Prince Jean,
our lovable, yet dumb fencer. For some reason, the man sticks out like a
sore thumb. Might it be his height (7 feet & one inch at that!) or perhaps
Jean's girth (Around 400 pounds and proud of it!) or mayhaps the most obvious
reason of all; he is... a frog.
With a head the size of a beach ball-a green one at that- Jean's face
seems to be locked into an emotion of perpetual hilarity. Is it because of
those eyes? Those shiny reptillian peepers the size of baseballs? Is it be-
cause of his face? A sickening bright froggy green? Or is it the smile... a
dumb, innocent, moronic grin plastered across his lips?
And what of the rest of Jean? His silvery, albeit dull, breastplate,
fitting over his large, jolly stomach, with shoulders and a small skirt
already fused onto it. But there's no frosty shoulders for Jean, yessir! A
stylin', bitchin', short-sleeved brown tunic, oh-so impeccably under his
pauldron-lacking silver armor. And those arms! Those smooth green cylinders!
.. well, I admit, they ARE kinda stout, but all that's MUSCLE! (I think)
and breaking the rule of frogginess... Jean's hands are shod with iron
gauntlets... WITH OPPOSIBLE THUMBS!! The horror!
Ahem. Getting back to the rest of Jean's appearance... there isn't
much more to say. A pair of blue trousers (how those skinny legs can hold
up that frame is beyond me)... a belt across the waist...a sword sheath
on his left side... and what's this?? Jean has one of those shoes with
the metal curly toes! Oh, JOY!
Carrying:
Smiley(Pup)
>Callan walks in from the south.
>Callan arrives, with Sypha following behind.
>Katt smiles. That's quite relieving, actually... they might all show up again,
finally.
>Callan leads Sypha in by the hand.
>Jean is just sitting at the fountain, painting a picture and talking to his
friends, Katt and Pagan.
>Katt stands next to Jean, alternating between wanting to watch him paint, and
clobbering his head in.
>Pagan chuckles a bit at Jean and nods, "Yeah... great singing, man." He then
sits up a bit... glancing over at Katt, "Oh... hey there... uhhh... what's
your name again?" o.-
>Callan gives Sypha's hand another tug, leading her on through.
>Katt replies to Pagan, not really noticing him, "Katt..."
>Callan leaves north.
>Callan leaves, with Sypha following behind her.
>Jean begins ribbit-singing again, dipping his paintbrush in the green paint and
painting Katt's eyes now. "It was much fun talking with Bow again." There's one
eye. "Oh, and I am terribly sorry for leaving you at the bar last night. You
were able to pay for it, I hope?"
>Katt sweatdrops. "Quite alright." We ran outside when Tifa wasn't looking
'c.c'
>Pagan ahs.. then nods, "Katt... how... original." He sorta dips his head
sleepily; tucking his ears back and wrapping his arms around himself as if he's
cold or something. -.-
>Katt doesn't batter Pagan. She figure's Jean's torturing him enough.
>Jean reaches for his pencil again, drawing a pretty veil over Katt's face while
doing that annoying ribbit-singing. "And how was your day, Miss Pussycat?"
>Katt sweatdrops. "... Pretty good. Nothing much has really happened, actually."
>Jean pencils in summore of that veil, casting glances at Katt every now and
then for reference. "That is nice, my beaute` ma^le friend... Could you smile
for moi, please?"
>Pagan leans back against the fountain's square... yawning a bit. He then
glances up at the painting... cracking a smile as he sorta points at it, "Hey,
Jean... you forgot to make the front of the gown see-through. It sorta hints
to that feature of Katt we all know and love... the no pants thing and all..."
He grins a bit sleepily at that... probably too dazed to think of what he's
saying more or less run from the consequences.
>Katt blinks, first at Jean's request, then at Pagan's... lack of tact. Running
now would be a good thing. As it is, she slings the staff off from over her
shoulder. I do hope you have a good dentist. *Ka-WHACK*
>Jean smiles at Pagan, ignorantly commenting. "Ah! I might just add that" and
winces at the blow. "Do be careful, Katt. What would the townsfolk say of your
violence?"
>Katt replies to Jean after beating some sense into Pagan, "They won't mind."
She is smiling now, though.
>Pagan gives a little chuckle and his eyes swirl with black energy. Just in
time... his skin pales a bit and tightens on his body; the staff smacking him
dead in the face. His skin returns to normal after the beating and he keeps
the grin.. but doesn't comment further.
>Jean chuckles heartily to himself, pencilling in Katt's smile on the painting.
"Ah! You have a beautiful smile!" he comments.
>Katt says winsomely, "Thank you!", right before bringing the staff down on
Pagan's head again. She's quite determined.
>Pagan lifts his hand and begins to wiggle a loose tooth... looks like his
little zombie spell didn't help that very much. He winces a little and grins
at Jean, "Hey.. all thanks to -- *crack*" That worked... he's out like a
light.
>There. Much better. '^_^' Katt puts the staff away.
>Jean, smiling at Katt's...exuberance, continues drawing in the features of her
face, ribbit-singing. Of course, the frog gets so involved in the music he
bounces up and down, rapier banging against the fountain.
>Pagan wakes up prematurely from Jean's going ons... groaning a bit with a
splitting headache, "Nnnnnnnnng...." u.u Now he sounds like a zombie, too.
>Katt crosses her arms, completely ignoring Pagan now as she watches Jean paint.
He has a very... interesting choice of subject '-.-';
>Pagan lifts both his hands up to hold the top of his head... grumbling softly,
"Sorry, Katt..." He blinks a couple times.. his eyes swirling with black
energy again as his head begins to crack a little. >.<;
>Katt smiles at Pagan. "Not a problem." He apologized, and Katt whacked his
skull in. All is forgiven.
>Jean puts his paintbrush on the easle, standing up and smiling at his
handiwork. Most of the stencilling is already done; and Katt is already
completely colored in. Grinning at his creation, Jean blows some of the excess
paint off. "What do you think?" inquireth the frog. "It is a bit... bad, I must
admit." Actually, it looks extremely life-like, especially the parts he
bothered to color.
>Katt turns back to Jean, and his work. She squints at the painting, pondering
it, and blushing again (hey, you would too, if you were the subject!). "...
Pretty good." *'n.n'*
>Pagan smiles... 'big' smile. The yin he used up to heal himself must have
seriously overbalances his yang. He cheerily replies to Katt, "Thanks... no
one ever accepts my apologies... and I meant it." ^_^;
>Katt smiles back, not offering anything coherent in reply. No, wait, she gets
that evil oni glare on her face and comments, "Just don't do it again." Now
she's smiling. Be afraid.
>Jean chirps happily, and rolls up his artwork. "Ah. I am going looking for Bow.
See you later, my friends." (OOC: I must go for awhile. See ya'.)
>Katt (OOC) No problem.
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