A friendly little game, part 2 (This ICly happened on 8-29-2015; Long Patrol log)
So this is a follow up RP for http://rwmuck.limitless.org/rwmuck/content/friendly-little-game-long-pat... It ICly happened on the same day as http://rwmuck.limitless.org/rwmuck/content/felicity-makes-new-friend-and... Bwahaha! XD So, yeah, this ICly happened on August 29th, 2015 :)
Halyard Tavern: Main Room
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Warmly lit by torches along the walls and lanterns set upon the many tables
scattered around the room, the main room of the Halyard Tavern is an often-
populated area. One corner of the tavern is taken up by a stage, about a
foot or two higher than the rest of the floor, where live entertainment
performs, while circular tables, both large and small, are set up in front
of the stage, spreading out into the center of the room. Meanwhile, around
the perimeter of the tavern, booths are set, and, of course, the obligatory
bar rests against the far wall, a bartender or barmaid always on duty.
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Visible Exits:
[K]itchen [O]ut to [E]ntrance
[C]limb under a [T]able
Rioko the vixen and Drakki the wolverine. Felicity the hare. Various spoofed pirates, searats, and corsairs.
How it really happened.........
Some time ago...
Rioko had to admit. Working at the tavern certainly carries a few perks. Good food, good ale, good times. She was starting to get rather pudgy from her 'hard' work. The nights at the tavern generally drew a rather...select crowd. Pirates. Corsairs, and those idiotic enough to drink with them. A large gathering of such beasts had come to the back corner to play cards with the fox. Some came to play dice, others tried to out drink her. She was making a rather tidy profit for the night...
Until she played that last hand. There was a loud shout of laughter as the pirates all picked themselves up to go spend their winnings on booze at the bar. Rio's winnings. The fox, her paws pulling at her ears begins to beat her head into the table. "Stupid stupid stupid..." She says with each bash of her forehead.
Felicity comes hobbling in, her right ankle bandaged in a very un-professional looking manner. She looks around curiously; this is her first time here in Halyard. She came in earlier with a caravan of traders, having helped them fight off some bandits. She silently walks up to the bar, still wearing her uniform, and sits. Placing her small haversack on the bartop, she smiles and asks for some tea.
The fox rests her fore head on the table. "Stupid stupid stupid..." All that money, blown away on a trio of 2's. "Blast it, how am I going to make back all that copper..." Rio lifts her head up and her eyes narrow on the lone hare at the bar. "Oh for the love of..." The picking herself up the bouncer stalks over to the bar. "/YOU/."
Felicity turns to the vixen and smiles. "Oh, well, 'ello, love. Lovely tavern you've got 'ere. Do you work in this establishment?" her tea arrives, and she takes a sip. She seems friendly enough, but she knows enough to be on alert and ready for a fight here in a vermin village.
The fox begins to growl, but then a thought crosses her greedy little mind. Leaning her back against the bar Rioko forces a smile, "Oi! You can say that. Best tavern there is this side of the city. Better food than even you lot of hares have in the mountain, no offense intended. Just a fact. Maybe you would like to try some eh? Maybe even earn yourself a few more pretty coins?" The fox grins deviously, "Maybe you are up for another game?"
"Oh, well, sure, I'd be willin' to try yer food 'ere..." Lissie trails off as the fox continues, then she shrugs. "Sure. I quite.....enjoyed our last game. What would the stakes be?"
The fox opens her mouth to reply then promptly leaves it hanging. The fox just bet all of her money...and lost it. What did she have to bet? Her glave? No, that is too risky to lose. As if struck by cosmic inspiration the fox's eyes light up. "I think we should have ourselves a little eating contest. Have fun while we eat, wot? The looser gets..."
"Eaten!" The fox turns her head to the weasely pirate behind her, "Wot?"
"Nah, nah, not eaten. Turned into a rug!" Says the pirate behind /him/. "Old pirate styled bet, yeah? That would be exciting!"
The other pirates seem to agree, "Yeah! I would bet on that! I bet 10 shillins the fox beats that hare!"
The bets start to fly and the fox begins to gulp, "Uh...now wait a moment..."
This plan has already backfired before it begins...
Felicity raises her eyebrows, then a smiles spreads across her face until she looks almost evil...or crazy. One of the 2. "Deal. The loose-er gets turned into a rug." She extends her paw to shake. Who knew that she was such a gambler.
The fox twitches an eye at the offered paw. She feels the heat of a dozen or so pirates staring at her back. One of the weasels comes and wraps an arm around the vixen, shaking her lightly. "Ye gonna take the bet foxy? I got good munnies ridin' on ya." The fox shivers as another weasely pirate in the back shouts, "Perhaps we should boil her cold feet for her?" There seem to be a murmur of agreement in the room. Pirates. How, how Rio hates them... Rioko swallows quite audibly. "Deal." She thrusts her paw forward and grasp the hare's firmly. There is a cheer from the pirates in the room as they clear a table just for the two beasts to do battle against. Oh yes...this plan has backfired so BADLY...
A loud shout erupts from inside the Halyard Tavern. Pirates, ever looking for some kind of excitement are eager to begin the contest even if some of the contestants are not. Leading the hare and fox to the back corner of the room where the most beasts could crowd around and watch...and prevent anyone from leaving early and slipping out the door...Rioko finds herself sitting promptly into a chair with nervous smile. She just wanted someone else to pay for her meal, she didn't expect it would back fire so badly.
The winner walked out of the tavern. Period. The looser, forfeited their hide...and their life!
Felicity smiles a little stiffly as she is lead, limping, over to the table. She just realized how very bad of an idea this is. Sitting down, she looks nervously at a very...let's call him /petite/ searat who is saying, very loudly and very drunkenly, "10 shilliningses on da haresie to winshie!!" The hare sets her haversack at her feet and places her paws palm-down on the table-top, murmuring to her opponent through clenched teeth and a fake smile, "I just realized 'ow bad this is. If I win, I promise to do all I can to get y'out o' 'ere alive, ol' girl."
Muttering through a smile just as fake the fox hisses, "Why don't you let ME win and /I/ worry about gettin' /you/ out of this mess." The fox begins to sweat as the pirates order up the food for the contestants. Why biscuits? Because some idiot sea rat thought it would be a good idea for an eating contest. Two large plates stacked high with cheesy biscuits are slid across the table before each contestant. A rat waves a tavern rag like flag in between them. "Round one! FIGHT!"
"Wait...did he just say round /one/?" Oh...this is going to end so well...
"Because you seem to 'ave a vendetta against me, ol' girl, wot! I'm not sure you'd actually save me." Lissie stares at the oozing, cheesy, heavenly biscuits and licks her lips. "Well, it could be worse, right? They could be making us fight." She starts eating the biscuits as she asks, "What are the rules, ol' chap? Do we eat as much as we can, or see who lasts the longest?" Either way, she's eating the food cleanly and rapidly. She is a hare, after all, and rumour has it that hares have hollow legs that food goes into.
"The first beast ta pass out DIES." The rat answers bluntly, with a smile missing several teeth. "Well, that answers a lot." The fox settles herself into her chair, getting comfortable. "I suppose so. Least this way one of us is getting a last meal, right?" The fox takes a biscuit and eats. This was, actually, just about how Rioko imagined meeting her end. In a cheesy way.
But there was no time for that. It was do or die with the fox's hide on the line. Like the blazes she was trusting her life in the paws of a hare, a Long Patrol hare at that. Time to see if those horrible stereotypes about hares were true!
The feasting came and the feasting went. "Round 2! Fishy fillet!" And the contestants ate. "Round 3! Hot root stew!" And ate. The gluttonous fox determined to win. She could do this. She could do this!
[Time passes.....]
"Round 14! More biscuits!" The rat announces as he places another pile of biscuits onto the table. "Uh, boss. I think that won't be necessary." Says a weasel pirate off to the side. By then Rioko is slumped over her chair, head cast back in horror, oh the horror. Her poor stomach was so swollen her very fur was stretched to the max, leaving some skin exposed down her belly.
Prodding the fox for a reaction the weasel shrugs when Rioko does not respond. "I see...well then. Can you continue miss?"
The fox makes a muffled gasp. It's about as much of a reply she can muster, her belly so full it was crushing her very lungs apparently...that or biscuits had been filled up to her throat.
"Right, I'll take that as a no..." There is a general murmur in the crowd, mostly disparaging remarks from beasts who bet on the fox. "How 'bout you miss? Can you still continue?" he asks the hare.
Felicity has come near to barfing a good 3 or 4 times between round 10 and this. Ungh, she hopes to never see food again. But THEN. Then she is asked if she can continue. This is her chance to save the fox's life. She stutters and does a passable imitation of what her opponent just said. Forcing herself to be slackjawed with glazed eyes, she drops her paws beneath the table, hoping none of the pirates and corsairs around her notice her grasping her sword hilt. The (few) beasts that had bet on her make astonished noises. How could the /hare/ lose??
"Well...this is...unexpected." The rat rubs at his snout. "Really? A draw? Well, either this fox is truly a glutton of the ages or this hare fails ta live up to her species legacy! Now wot do we do?"
"Gut em both?"
"Hey! Now there is an idea!"
The fox's head leans up and she whimpers as swords begin to be drawn from the many pirates around her. If only her glaive wasn't still back there by the bar...still, not the worst way to go she supposes. Oh who is she kidding, this is the absolute worst way to meet her fate!
"Hey! We canne kill em here!" Rioko thanks all that is holy for a breath of sanity introduced by a small rat in the far corner. "The tavern owner would get mad at us and kick us out!"
"Say, that's right. We dun want that!" The older rat snaps his claws. "TO the docks then!" There is a great cheer from the crowd and the pirate move to seize both beasts by their arms...
Of course they would think to kill them both. Lissie leaps up and starts batting at the pirates swords with her own, much more alert than she seemed to be just a few minutes ago. She kicks a couple in their guts, then, after grabbing her haversack and slipping it onto her shoulders, goes to grab her opponent's wrist and drag her towards the bar and the fox's awaiting glaive, fighting with such ferocity that some of the corsairs near her have the knee-jerk reaction of backing away.
"Going to hurl going to hurl going to hurl..." the fox says over and over again. She is nearly dragged to the floor by the weight of her own stomach. 14 meals. Ugh. At this point Rio doesn't need to be hit by a sword, she is so full a dull butter knife could cut her open. She socks a pirate in the jaw before grabbing her glaive. The pole arm is not the best weapon of choice for a crowded tavern but spinning the weapon above her head keeps the pirates at bay if only for a moment. "Door. Get to. Now." She says, putting the sentence out of order. "Then head to the right..."
Unfortunately for the fox and hare if there was one thing pirates love more than gambling and drinking, it was fighting. The pirates here grin with delight at the prospect of a good fight. Now things were getting interesting.
Felicity bites her lip. Crap crap crap. Looking around wildly, she points to the far corner, screeching with fake fright, "IT'S A--IT'S A--RUN!!" The she goes to grab the fox's paw again and darts towards the door, yelling with serious pain as she abuses her poor injured ankle. Hopefully they'll make it out the door before everyone else....
And thus begins the fastest slow chase in history, the pair of over stuffed and wounded beasts fleeing from a mob of half drunken sailors. Upon exiting the tavern Rioko cranes her head to the left and then to the right, there has to be a place to run to, to-to hide! An alley way? To far. In a crate? Too obvious. Then the fox's eyes catch sight of something in the distance and she gasps in excitement. "There! Don't ask questions! Just follow me and do what I say!"
........
The day was going well for Drakki. At least as well as a day could go for a merchant of his species. It was amazing how easy it was to haggle someone when one was a wolverine. The burly beast rests with his feet kicked up on his stall. Around him lays only the finest, and most expensive, currios and knick knacks in all the land! Guaranteed!
The well dressed wolverine is whistling by the time the fox arrives at his merchant stall gasping for breath. "Drakki! Do the thing!"
The wolverine pauses, turning to the fox with a raised eyebrow, "Wha..."
"Pirates, Drakki! Pirates are coming to kill us! You got to do a thing! Don't care what! Just do it!" There is a pause as the wolverine takes this in, raising the other eyebrow as he does. A moment later the mob of pirates flood into the streets, hooting, howlering and shouting at the top of their lungs. In mass they come to a skidding stop at the wolverine's stall.
Standing off to the side Drakki waves to the pirates. It's about all the greeting he can give them. The fox, Rioko, hangs limply and quite obviously /dead/ against the beast, her neck firmly grasped in the beasts jaws. When she had asked Drakki to help, this...this was not quite what she expected. Her tongue hangs out the side of her mouth and her face is contorted into a mixture of pain and shock.
Felicity follows the fox, deciding to trust her, for a change. When they get to Drakki's stall, however, she starts stuttering. "W-w-w-wol-wol-wolver-wolverine!! /Why didn't you tell me that this is where we were going????/" Her voice has raised about 2 octaves for that last question, but then her brain starts working again when he grasps her in his mouth. In a panicked manner, she goes to have him hold onto her neck, hoping he cooperates before the pirates come. Either way, she is pretending to be dead by the time they come charging around the corner. Dun dun duuuuuun.
The pirates are dumbfounded to say the least to find the hare dead in the paws of the wolverine and the fox having her neck broken in his very jaws. "Wh-what is this? Why on earth did...how...but...but..." The pirates look heart broken, it seems some beast has swooped in and stolen all their fun.
"Bleedin' wolverines...always gettin' the fun. Come on, lads. Let's go pillage the town or, something." Dejected and depressed the pirates wonder off in various staggering directions. Others merely pass out where they are standing.
"Are they gone?" Rioko lifts up her head and sighs, "Oh thank all that is holy. You really pulled our bacon out of the fire Drakki. You...um...you can let go now. Drakkiiiii." The fox tries to pull herself out of the wolverines grasp and he just chuckles. Eventually he spits her out though and releases the hare.
"Well, that was different. What in the blazes did you get yerself into now, Rioko?"
Crossing her arms the fox scoffs, "Me? Why does everyone always think it's my fault?" She gestures to the hare with her thumb, "It was her fault."
Felicity sits on the ground, eyes wide. "ThankyousomuchforsavingusIthoughtweweregoners!!" She manages to get out in 1 gasping breath, then spreads her paws wide as she is accused. "I'm sorry, okay! I was 'opin' my fakin' not bein' able to eat more would 'elp!" She smacks her lips, then looks thoughtfully up at the wolverine. "Say, do you 'ave a cookie or somethin'? I'm still a bit peckish."
Wrapping his arm around Rioko the wolverine prods her side with a claw, "Well, if you want to wait a moment I can cook us up some tasty fox meat." The fox laughs nervously as Drakki leans his weight against her. "You're both crazy. Ya know that?" She states finally, pushing the wolverine away, "Now if you excuse me I'm going to back home and sleep off this...ugh, can it even be called a meal?"
Watching the fox turn and leave the wolverine follows her movements, licking his chops with an odd look in his eyes. Shaking his head the beast turns a wide toothed smile towards the hare. "Think nothing of it! A dead customer is well...about as useful as it sounds. And sure! Just give me a second, I'll go find those cookies for you." Still thinking on the odd event the wolverine laughs. Rioko certainly knew how to cause trouble. She could be quirky, gluttonous, bubbly, and...
/Tasty/.
The wolverine shakes his head again before digging into his wares...
Bwahahahahahahahahahahaha! This was fun and funny. Thanks for reading! :D
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