[Elegante | 014] Big, bad wolf.

[teethofneedles]

...what the shit? What do I look like to you, Captain, a fucking worgen?

[[ Karis now has wolf ears and a tail. Have fun~ ]]

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[thiefshonor.livejournal.com]

You too?

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[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

What'd you get?

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[thiefshonor.livejournal.com]

Fuckin'...

[sigh.]

...my left arm's a wing now. And I got bird talons for feet. I feel like a fuckin' harpy.

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[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

... _[Snickers]

I gotta see this.

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[thiefshonor.livejournal.com]

And I need a fuckin' drink. Where to meet?

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[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

Bar work?

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[thiefshonor.livejournal.com]

There are lotsa bars, but sure. Not the casino, too busy recently.

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[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

I have a bottle of whiskey in my room.

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[thiefshonor.livejournal.com]

[Laughs.]

Works. I'll be there in a sec.

[A few minutes later, knock knock!]

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[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

_{[Karis swings the door open and waves Celeste in. Yes, she has two large wolf ears and a tail.]}

Heya Celeste. Come on in.

[thiefshonor.livejournal.com]

[Where her bone-clawed toes would normally poke out of her boots, are a vulture's talons. And her left arm hand from her shoulder limpy, covered in coarse black feathers, the very tips of the wing dragging on the floor.

She doesn't look too happy.]

Hi. You look cute.

[Shuts the door behind her]

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

You do look like a fucking harpy. Nice. _{[She flashes a grin and pops open the bottle, pouring them each a glass.]}

Looks like I lucked out.

[thiefshonor.livejournal.com]

Fuck you, eh.

[Grins at her and plops down onto her bed, her talons curling as they left the ground.]

I like the ears and tail. They suit you, dontcha think?

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

_{[Karis laughs and passes Celeste a glass, flopping into a chair with her own.]}

They kinda do, I guess. Yours... I dunno.

[thiefshonor.livejournal.com]

What kinda bird am I supposed to fuckin' be.

[Takes the glass and downs it, and after a wince and a sigh at the sting, she lifts the wing a little. It's heavy.]

Pretty giant-ass one, I guess.

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

Guess so.

_{[Karis takes a sip of her own, relishing the burn.]}

Heh. Too bad you don't have two wings. Then we could see if you could fly.

[thiefshonor.livejournal.com]

[Licks her lips and holds out the class, smirking at her.]

Then I wouldn't have any arms. I'd need ya to feed me or something, eh. [Cackle.]

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

_{[Karis obligingly refills it for her, snickering.]}

You could eat like a bird, eh? Or maybe I would feed you. Throw you scraps of meat or something, hmmm?

[thiefshonor.livejournal.com]

[Kicks at her jokingly with one leg, nudging her knee with her talons]

Yeah, right. You'd enjoy that, wouldn't ya? [laughs.]

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

_{[Karis nudges back.]}

I probably would, far too much.

[thiefshonor.livejournal.com]

[Drains another shot and nudges closer to her, getting a little serious.]

So tell me. What was in Carnival? [Glances at her knees.] You okay?

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

_{[Karis shrugs, knocking back another shot. One of her knees is a crushed mess.]}

A mean mother-fucker who spits acid, that's who.

And I'll be fine.

[thiefshonor.livejournal.com]

They fixin' it for you?

[Without warning, she reaches down and grabs her foot with one hand, lifting her leg up to a straight position to get a better look at her knee. Damn, it's messed up.]

Hm. It's pretty nasty, eh. Almost unfixable.

[The kind of injury that would've spelled death for me, Celeste thought to herself.]

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

Yeah. B's gonna rig me up with <sub>better knees.

[She imitates B's voice, laughing. It's cut off and she winces slightly when Celeste lifts her leg.]</sub>

Hey, watch it. I still gotta hobble around on the damn thing. Yeah, it'll be fine. Hopefully.

[thiefshonor.livejournal.com]

[Smirks.]

Make sure you fuck with him while you're there. Still, I guess it's nice to know someone 'round here can fix us up, too...

[Sets her leg back down, more gently this time.]

I mussed my knee up real bad too, once. And then there's been a few fractures and amputations, heh. And there's always this. [Points at her face.] Maybe if I cared enough I'd get 'em fixed, but eh.

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

_[Chuckles.]

Naturally. He freaks out so damn much.

_{[She settles back with some more alcohol.]}

Maybe. I haven't lost anything, yet, 'cept maybe a finger or two. I've had a good run.

[thiefshonor.livejournal.com]

Huh. Even after all that warrin'.

[Sighs and holds her glass out again for more.]

Woulda been nice to do that with my life. Kill without gettin' in trouble. What a crock of shit. [sniffs. What Celeste did and what soldiers did was hardly any different. But she glances to her after a moment.] No offense though, eh. Just sayin'.

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

Glad I ain't da only one havin' fun.

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

What'd they hit you with?

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

Da most horrid creature joo can tink of.

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

A Night Elf?

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

Worse.

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

No. Nothing is worse then a Night Elf.

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

Dose tree huggin' fairies are notin' compared to dese monstahs. Dey be soulless killin' machines dat want notin' more den lay waste to everytin' and everyone and leave da world a bahren wasteland!