The Haunted Forest RPG

[Athaid]

Ezria sits back down and smirks at Zahir. He takes a long sip from his glass of whiskey and clicks his tongue.
"Mebbe.."

 

[Garjzla]

"Thanks" Pyro smiled. He went in for a hug, then realized that he was sweating. He grinned.

"You're welcome." Mirus replied, smiling. She hugged him, then said "So, are we going to continue training or are we finished for the day?"

 

[Bantambird]

" Well, spill it man! You got somethin' or not?" Questions Zahir. He drums the tabletop impatiently.

 

[Athaid]

Ezria laughs, "Okay, okay." He waves his hand in front of Zahir, and grins.
"Listen, that gurl. You know the one what works 'ere?." He leans in closer.
"She met that.. Raven, guy. Think he took a fancy to 'er. Who can blame him."
He scoffs and throws back the last of his whiskey, peering into the empty glass.
"We're gonna bring 'Im to us."

 

[Bantambird]

A wide grin spreads across Zahir's stubbly face, revealing his needle-like teeth. Chuckling, he ordered a Scotch, neat, then sipped it, savouring.
After a few moments, he asked," so, Ezria, does the girl have any idea when her admirer will come again? And I picked up a few things at a place in town, if you need anything weapon like. I picked up some tripwire too, if there's a place we can get him to go where we won't kill innocents. I wanna clean bounty, no messy crossfire if we can help it. Traps is nice n that you less likely to get yerself hurt. Jus gotta make sure only the right guy gets nailed. "
Zahir kicks back, beaming. A few more details, and that fool was theirs.

 

[Athaid]

Ezria licks his lips and taps on his glass with his fingers.
"Oh, so y' do know my name."
He calls for another whiskey and turns back to Zahir. "Listen. He's supposed to be comin back tonight. He's stopin to see 'Er."
He laughs and throws back his whiskey.
"Get this. She were gonna get Im drunk and then take 'is stuff. War d'ye think they got these coats from? One of these is is from when last 'e were here."
Ezria laughs again, holding onto Zahir's arms to stable himself.
"Am feelin a bit dizzy snakey. Don't let me av any more."

 

[Bantambird]

"Hahaha! That's rich, that is! Ezria, you really struck gold you did!" Zahir slaps Ezria on the back solidly, after the wolf had set his drink down. " Alright then so no more for either of us after we finish up. An let's get us a sensible dinner, so as we ain't faint or nuffin when th' time comes. " Zahir roars with laughter; he is feeling his drink. He hadn't drank too much, he would be sober within a few hours.
" If nuthin else, we can always coffee up. Let's eat light, so we ain't weighed down too much, an then we can get a bit more sober* hic* an set up th ambush."
Zahir laughs loudly again, shouting," This guy, right here! He's the best! *Hic*"
Zahir becomes a rather obnoxious, yet not too overbearing, drunk. He laughs at everyone's jokes, and laughs at his own, and talks up Ezria, pounding the table. He asked the barmaid not to feed him any more drinks, so he could sober up by night, and to do the same for Ezria, if she might.

 

[Athaid]

Ezria laughs and puts his finger over his mouth. "No. Shhhhhh you never know, who may be listening." He leans back on his chair and falls onto the floor, rolling around dramatically. "No, Raven 'av mercy. I'm only a pup." He grabs his stomach and laughs again. The barmaid rolls her eyes and tidies away their glasses.
"I've got other customers too you know, scram. Go upstairs." She flicks her towel over her shoulder and points to the stairs.

 

[Bantambird]

" Ya hear that?" Sniggers Zahir, " she told us to scram." Making a shushing gesture, Zahir tries, and fails, to stifle the drunken laugher sputtering from him. He weaves slightly, making his way to the stairs.
Waving to Ezria, he says, rather loudly," She's right, much as I don't wanna admit it. We gotta get ready, for what's coming. He's coming! Hahaha!" Zahir grips the railing to steady his upward ascent. He raucously bawls for Ezria to follow.

 

[Athaid]

Ezria sniggers and attempts to pull himself up.
"Zahir, she's scary, help me, don't leave." He snorts and grabs onto the stairs, crawling slowly up them and laughing to himself.