When thing went wrong, there was only one plce for Taymyr to go.
Joker's Bar, naturally.
When Taymyr had first gotten to Spain, to apply for the position of Potions Mistress of Firefox University, she awaited the headmaster's reply at Jokers. And, when that dream had failed to manifest, She drowned her sorrows at Joker's. And, when she opened her shop, and had to deal with the stresses of running her own business, she'd gone to Joker's. And, when her shop had failed and been repossesed by the bank, and her thrown out to live on the street, she'd gone to Joker's.
So, naturally, she was at Joker's again. After all, The ministry had been pushed out, and she hadn't been able to get back in contact with Father Bismarck for some time. Of course, she'd been completely sober guring her time with the church, but that couldn't last forever. Being half-Irish and half-Russian, she was practically born to drink.
At least she wasn't completely hammered yet. And, she was able to move to a new flat in Drakborough, so she wouldn't have to see those creepy inferi every day.
Her long, shiny, black hair flowwed down her back like water, and her clothes, make-up and demeanor were all but begging someone to come up to her and try their luck flirting.
First of all, he had no place to live. This meant that the scruffy headed twenty year old was forced to live on the streets, surviving on the spare coin he had to keep him alive. Of course, he supplied his hunger and thirst at the best place on Earth, Joker's Bar. He was here today quenching his thirst for alcohol, while at the same time, hiding from the almost imminent that a downpour would begin at any moment. This, he did not want. Kiwi did not like being soaking wet in the rain. He would ather be soaking wet in Vodka, or Whiskey.
He walked into the bar, and was taken aback by what he saw. A beautiful woman, with long black hair, flowing like a tidal wave down her back. Kiwi started sweating immediately. This did not always happen when he encountered a pretty woman, but this... this was an exception. He couldn't leave now... he'd already walked in. Although he was a lot less likely to get slobbering drunk and go hobbling down the street in the presence of this woman that was far too beautiful to sit drinking in a bar.
He would take it slow, to see what would happen. However, before he could even think of moving, he said, probably too loudly, and without caution, alerting everyone, including the woman, to his presence in the bar,
Taymyr's head swiveled in the direction of the outburst. Then, her face broke into a wide grin. The guy staring back at her wasn't too shabby looking. She got out of her seat, and walked over to him. "I take it that was a good 'wow', then?" She asked with a smile.
"Come and sit with me. If you're lucky, I might let you buy me a drink." She winked, then walked smoothly backward to her barstool, beckoning him to follow with her index finger. She smiled again. The slinky, black dress worked every time.
Then, the unexpected happened. The woman turned her head towards him, smiled, and walked up to him. Now he would have to talk to her? Oh god, he was so not prepared for this. The words that came out of her mouth though, they surprised Kiwi. It was almost as if she wanted him to try at her. He smirked. This, he could do.
"I take it that was a good 'wow', then?"
He smirked.
"It was indeed. What's a girl like you doing in a place like this? You're far too attractive to be sitting in a rusty old bar."
Outside, he was as calm as could be, but inside, he was thinking to himself, "Ohcrapohcrapohcrap." Then she spoke some more.
"Come and sit with me. If you're lucky, I might let you buy me a drink."
He smiled weakly at this.
"Heh, certainly, miss."
He followed behind the young lady as she beckoned him to the bar with her index finger. He certainly hoped this would turn out well. He was totally falling for this total stranger...
Post by Leseur Follet on Jul 16, 2009 16:47:43 GMT -5
Leseur Follet strode into the bar not as the tall, lean, elegant frenchman, but as his ferocious beastial counterpart. he had smelled Kiwi from a mile away and knew it was time for fun. He was with a woman though. But now it was Leseur's time to shine. People stared at Leseur probably thinking to themselves what's with this dog in our bar? Leseur would soon show them he was no dog.
It was the Frenchman Follet, in a new form. It appeared that in the span of a few days, the Frenchman had been bitten by, and transformed into one of the Lycan race. He didn't have much time to think, seeing as the Lycan had pounced on him in attack mode.
He gathered up enough strength before he retaliated to look at the woman sitting beside him, smile weakly, and say, "If you'll excuse me for a moment." He then looked up at the French Lycan's face, and shoved him off.
He then quickly got up from his barstool and confronted the thorn in his side. "FOLLET! What are you DOING!?" He had the feeling that the Frenchman wanted his blood. Kiwi smiled as he prepared to fight the Lycan. He knew lycans were strong, stronger than him, but he was in for some fun...
Post by Leseur Follet on Jul 16, 2009 18:35:09 GMT -5
This Kiwi KNEW. Some how Kiwi was able to deduce that this RANDOM WOLF that showed up was Leseur. He wasn't going to take this insult. He not only insulted his native language the other day, he just insulted his ENTIRE pack by implying this was going to be fun for him. It was only going to be fun for one creature tonight... Leseur.
With a flash the lycan had toppled Kiwi onto his ass by tripping him. With a loud howl which cracked some of the empty vodka bottles in the room the man turned beast bit into Kiwi's leg. He was gnawing at each muscle and felt them tear, and with each snap a splatter of blood covered Leseur's creamy white fur turning it a deep crimson. The Lycan savored the taste as it filled his mouth. He than latched on with all his strength and started spinning the man around, attempting to bash his head and back against every piece of furniture in range. The wooden stools were obliterated, the shards dropping to the ground like flies. Then he let go, sending Kiwi in the direction of the alcohol behind the bar. The wolf howled as the taste of blood and fresh muscle from the man's leg slid down his throat.
The bar was a mess. Broken bottles littered the floor, glass lay shattered across the bar itself, and even all the barstools had been crushed to pieces.
All the barstools except one, that is. The last surviving barstool lay in Orca the lycan's tanned hands, where he stood in a battle-ready stance behind the bar. "Batter up!" he called happily as the wolf flung the man in his direction--not actually to him, he was sure, he doubted the pup even knew he was there--and swung the barstool like the stereotypically sports-inclined American he was. The flimsily-made thing did little more than splinter over the unfortunate man's skull, but that did not concern him.
Grinning widely, he leapt over the bar, skidding to a halt beside the bloodstained wolf. "Fuck yeah teamwork!" he cheered, and patted its head. Had it been Willow or Roan or even little Erin crouched there, he would have knelt and hugged them and maybe cleaned the blood out of their fur, but this 'Leseur' was newly-bitten, and he didn't know what the other might do. It was merely happenstance he was there at all--he had caught the barest glimpse of the wolf out of the corner of his eye while sitting on a park bench, and curiosity had caused him to follow. Curiosity, and the desire to cause some mischief himself, maybe.
The lycan, still smiling widely, cast a golden eye over the destroyed bar before addressing the wolf. "Dang, you sure busted this place up. You know, if that guy you bit survives, he'll be one of us?" At that thought, he scowled. This was like another Willow incident, a pup gone out of control and off biting people when no one was watching. Well, he supposed Willow was no pup, but all the same.
Post by Leseur Follet on Jul 16, 2009 21:07:14 GMT -5
"Maybe we can amputate that leg before the lycan blood reaches his torso..... Wanna help?" Leseur responded in telespeak so the wounded man couldn't hear.
Not that anyone could tell besides Orca and Leseur, but Leseur was revelling in this moment with a big grin across his muzzle. Leseur then turned into his human form and grabbed a nearby dagger.
"You need to old eem down though" he spoke normally "eet'll also send a veree nice message to anyone who thinks zat we're a joke.
Last Edit: Jul 16, 2009 21:09:59 GMT -5 by Leseur Follet
What happened? One moment, he was throwing Follet off of him, and another moment had gone by and he was slipping in and out of consciousness, in severe pain. He opened his eyes slowly, carefully. Leseur had bitten him. A huge gash in his leg made that clear. He had been bitten by a Lycan. This meant... this meant that he would become a Lycan. He sighed, he just came to the bar looking for a drink, and now look what had happened. The bar was wrecked. Shattered glasses, broken tables, the works.
He arose gently, so that he was sitting up. Apparently, Kiwi had offended Leseur to the point of extreme rage. Kiwi the ordinary wizard was now Kiwi the Lycan. He rose, his head, and nodded at Leseur. "Ok so, you bit me. You got your revenge. What now? I am a Lycan, just like you. He then noticed another Lycan standing beside Leseur. He wasn't sure what to think now, so he looked around for the woman who had made him swoon. Then he saw Leseur pick up a dagger, and nod towards his leg. Was he going to try and cut off his precious leg? Hell no.
"Get the hell away from my leg!"
Was she alright? What would happen now? Would he ever get a god damn drink? These were all questions that ran through Kiwi's head on this very peaceful gone chaotic night.
Orca smiled tenderly as the Frenchman suggested cutting off the man's leg. "So cute," he cooed. "But no. We need more pack, remember?" He glanced over at the newly-turned man behind the bar. "What's your name, puppy?" Puppy because that was what the man was, now. Whatever he had been before, wizard, merchant, whatever, he was pack now, and just a baby at that.
"Anyyyyway, we need to get out of here. Now." His gaze turned flat, and almost predatory. "Go back to the Woods, both of you. Don't argue, just go." He showed his teeth, in case they wanted to try him on for size, too. "Fenrir needs to help you," he motioned to the bleeding man, "before this turns worse."
Taymyr was busy cowering behind an overturned table. Filthy lycans. Bismarck was right, they were not to be trusted. When Follet had first tackled her new friend, Taymyr had been so shocked, she'd stopped in her tracks. Then, ad Pandemonium broke out, she'd crouched behind this table, watching the goings on through a little knothole in the wood. She'd have run away, but heels were next to impossible to run in, and the dress she was wearing was better suited for sitting in a bar, flirting and hoping someone else would fund her drinking for a change, then anything physical.
She even watched as another lycan ordered Follet to take Kiwi away to...Fenrir!? Tay held back a gasp. Fenris Fenrir. The very name gave her chills. There was no way she was going to come out of her hiding place now. If they knew Fenrir, worked for him even, she was better off dead then found by them. What was it the one lycan had said, they were looking to expand the pack? If they found her would they bite her too? She sure hoped not. If she were changed into a filthy lycan, she might just kill herself. Instead, she went back to watching through the knothole, hardly daring to breathe.
Kiwi was not surprised by what came next. He was going to be forced to join a pack of Lycans. There was one problem with what the second lycan had ordered him to do. He couldn't run very fast, what with the majour injuries all over his body. He stood up very slowly, making sure to not make any sudden movements, lest he break a bone or something. This night hd gone terribly, terribly astray. He had gone from walking into an inn and seeing a beautiful woman to... getting bitten by a lycan and hobbling off into the nearst forest.
Desperately, he looked around for the woman he had seen when he first entered the bar. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her, cowering behind the bar. This made him frown. He would certainly not let her be detected by the savage that was Leseur Follet. No no no, he would give her a discreet message. With a look of pure fear and anger, he mouthed to her, "I will come back for you."
He then proceeded to stand up, wincing with pain, and stood there, ready to go wherever the lycan told him to. The very last thing he wanted was more trouble, whatever the source.
Even though Kiwi was little more than a stranger, Tay felt strangely connected. And, when he mouthed that he'd come back for her, instead of feeling revolted that he was now a lycan, she felt something else. A pleasant sort of tingle. She nodded, and then gestured that he should leave. She didn't want Follet or the other lycan to notice that Kiwi was looking at her. She sunk even further into her hiding spot. If she could see them, they could see her, and she wanted to remain undiscovered.
If Kiwi did indeed come back for her, she would be waiting for him.
Post by Leseur Follet on Jul 17, 2009 7:13:11 GMT -5
Leseur smelled fear. It was probably the woman. He didn't care for her. It was taking care of Kiwi he was worried about. He was pack now and Leseur would help him. regardless of his silly name.
Leseur walked over to Kiwi and threw the man over his shoulder as he leaped out the door with great speed and ran toward the forest.
"Kiwi I'm sorry I had to do that, but I will be able to stabilize you once we get to my medical pack. You are bleeding too much right now. I know I did this to you, but when I do something wrong i make sure I fix it"
Leseur caught the special scent of the his bag. He needed it to help his new pack mate. He remembered that he had left the bag just inside the forest.
"kiwi I understand that I may not be your favorite person at the moment, but i'm the only one that can heal you right now. Will you cooperate and do as I say so I can stabilize you?"
The Lycan set the man down near the tree which he had placed his med pack.
Leseur hoped Kiwi would atleast understand that if he wanted to live through the night he would have to trust the man he hated, just for now, anyway.
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