This House of Sticks [mission/skylar] (Read 497 times)

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That I Can Taste It --------------------------

He was smiling. Who? A roughly four-foot, purplish feline wearing garb befitting some variety of samurai. He clearly favoured blacks and reds for those were the paints his fabrics touted. By no means was he smiling wickedly. Showing any vast amount of emotion required all-the-more energy and somebody like him was stingy in such matters. Was it his cat-like species that created this air of indolence? Doubtlessly, it was partially responsible, but Tyger had to stride carefully. His physique required much energy for seemingly, it is directed every which way.

The job – no, the mission he'd received was already well underway even though he had yet to leave the guild's airship. His paces were currently carrying him through the halls towards the titanic ship's deck. He was soon to move outside, thoughts relevant to the upcoming rendezvous, and not the rendezvous with his partner-to-be, nigh titillating him as the rushing gusts swept his furry hide over.

“This is going to be...a good day,” he said to himself with his usual, cool, lowish tone. Of course, the exceed was certainly not going to take the ship's traditional means of disembarking the ship. No. First, though, he'd need to find his partner. Was she already there or would he need to wait a while for her arrival?

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credit to alisha of PMT, C 2.0, and BTN.

[SKYLAR M. FIASCO]

"Hey, kitty cat! Did you chase the rat, had a nap, got up and tossed on your hat?" A purple haired female walks up to the feline. She's been tasked to commit arson, which is one of her favorite things to do. She liked watching things burn; she found it quite funny. Sadly, she isn't sure if people are going to be in the building. She sure hopes so - cries of anguish are always music to her ears. Really, she isn't sure the point of the endeavor, but she isn't one to not do things on a whim. "We're not pussy, we ain't got no time to be wussy." Her attire is a lot more normal than her personality. She's wearing a black minidress, black tights, and white shorts. Her hair is tied up in an extensive ponytail, and her feet are adorning a pair of white short heeled footwear. Her lips are curled into a broad grin as she continues to approach her approximate feline comrade. "AHAHAHA. I can't think of any more rhymes! Purr me. But ain't this job just purrfect? We're gonna be watching something burn down, and hell, someone might even be in there. THEY WON'T KNOW WHAT HIT'EM!" She trails off into laughter, sweeping her gaze outwards, towards the clouds. "I'd be lion if I said I wasn't getting off on this."

LAIKA OF GS!

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That I Can Taste It --------------------------

The initial words puckishly nipping at his ears, once heard in full and digested, spawned the urge within him to punch a baby in the face. Unfortunately, their guild was strictly non-baby punching. One, this unnamed voice seemed to be making a mockery of his gloriously magic-starved species and with a tasteless string of rhymes. “You must be joking.” The statement wasn't actually in response to her rhetorical question, but at the realization that this would be the one accompanying her. Certainly, his nigh meaningless words would go ignored and she'd continue with a pun.

The puns would not stop. There were puns everywhere. It was raining puns, snowing puns, storming puns, seven-am-cereal-eating puns. Really, there was no response the exceed could think of that'd serve as a satisfactory reply to any of them. So, Tyger just walked off towards the ship's edge. He turned his back to the clouds rushing by. A breath was drawn only to be released steadily. At first glance, it appeared he was ready to commit suicide.

“C'mon, I'll fly you down,” he said with a lack of enthusiasm. He spread his arms wide, which made it look like the feline was asking for a hug. D'aw. “We have a few people to meet before things get heated.”

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credit to alisha of PMT, C 2.0, and BTN.

[SKYLAR M. FIASCO]

"Wha-- you don't find any of them fineee jokes funneh? Cat got your tongue?! Ahahaha!" She laughs. And then she laughs some more. Then she starts coughing, and choking, and holding on her sides. It doesn't even look like she's laughing any more than she's probably genuinely choking from laughter. Calming down, she then begins laughing about the fact she was coughing due to laughing so hard. Around the time where it looks like her feline company is going to send himself plummeting to his death, Skylar momentarily resigns to a relatively composed disposition. "I'm pawsitively sure you're not gonna kill yourself 'cause of my awesome jokes." His interjection educates the purple haired girl. This feline is capable of flight, it would appear. Now, a sane person might ask how they can fly just to make sure they're guaranteed a safe flight down. Skylar isn't a very sane individual. So, in lieu of posing the query, she gives an affirmative nod before running towards the cat and essentially tackling him off of the airship as a head start. "WOO! WE'RE FLYING, KITTEH!" If she won't die from this manner of flight that the beastkin promises, she's positive that it's far more efficient and faster than their usual method of getting off the ship.

LAIKA OF GS!

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--------------------- So Close To Death

That I Can Taste It --------------------------

He wasn't expecting to be tackled. He was swept right off of the ship's front. She was screaming that they were flying, but they were not - not yet. 'She just tackled me. Why did she do that?' he thought, but he would have to save such thoughts for a later time. "Just..." He didn't finish his thought. Instead, he turned her around until he was at her back. "Damn it...there," he stated as he hugged at the girl's sides, arms proving long enough to wrap partially around, approximately, the section level with her rib cage. Wings appeared at his back and once more, the path they embarked upon leading to the ground was entirely under his control.

Where were the two headed? As time went on and the winds whirled and stormed about their ears, a humble neighbourhood grew nearer and nearer. It wasn't the place they were to attack, which was the most notable thing about the environment besides its over all slummish appearance. "This is out first stop," Tyger warned as their pace continued to slow until their soft landing was made. When both of her feat were on the ground, he let go and took a place to her side.

"We just need to go over here. They should be here, already." With that, Tyger started towards some random alleyway. It was always the best meeting place, especially for shady matters.

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credit to alisha of PMT, C 2.0, and BTN.